#so family isn’t already over stressed when going to take care of a family member

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This anti-abuse training I’m taking (in a healthcare context) fundamentally demonstrates why there needs to be a systemic solution to abuse in healthcare. If the main issue that causes abuse in healthcare setting me is overworked and burned out workers (bc they are picking up too many shifts either due to the place being understaffed or bc they aren’t paid enough to work an appropriate number of hours), then the #of hours per week/day someone works needs to be capped and their pay needs to be dramatically increased (to both reduce the need of overtime and to actually get people to work in the field). The solution of the worker enforcing work/life balance and managing stress when management is constantly guilting them into picking up additional shifts and not paying them sufficiently is absolutely bullshit and not realistic.

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THE SUIT, U. OBITO/FEMALE READER. | MODERN AU, FANFICTION.

warnings: obito’s a business man, teasing, praise kink, unprotected sex, obito’s in love with his so, as always, breeding kink, duh, he’s an uchiha after all, switch!obito/reader, oral sex, m!receiving, fingering, kinda face-fucking, breasts appreciation, overstimulation, i think that’s all, heavy smut in general.

wc: 3.1k

character/s: obito uchiha n.n; featuring: the uchihas, especially madara.

beta’d by: @obitosryuu <33

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

“SO, what do you think?”

At the sound of your husband’s voice, you averted your gaze from the screen of your phone just to almost choke on your own saliva at the sight of the now changed Obito.

The dark-haired man was standing next to the door of your shared living room dressed all elegant with the outfit he only wore for specific and special occasions like the one he had tonight, in a couple of hours if you’re not mistaken.

Every once in a while the Uchiha family, or rather those members who were involved in the family business, reunited in expensive restaurants or in their own offices to discuss whatever they discussed there. Since you weren’t part of the business, you were completely unaware of what they talked about.

The only thing you knew for sure was that Obito always came back late from those meetings, normally in a bad mood or stressed and willing to fuck the shit out of you for hours until your pussy couldn’t hold any more of his seed.

Your cheeks began to redden when certain images of the endless nights full of lust popped up in your mind… How your beautiful, sweet and caring husband transformed into a dirty, degrading and harsh man.

You shook your head to focus on what was important now, which was how fucking hot the Uchiha looked in that new suit you bought him yesterday.

It was a pretty common suit, though.

Since Obito tended to wear black when it came to elegant events, you decided to change this habit a bit by choosing the dark-gray suit that caught your eye some time ago along with the turtleneck shirt you fell in love with that same day.

And boy, you did make a good choice. A splendid one, actually.

The way the fabric hugged the muscles of his arms spoke for itself, and don’t get me started on the way his tie was loosened thanks to his open-collared dress shirt, allowing the curious eyes to contemplate a piece of the black turtleneck beneath it.

“Makes you look taller, that’s for sure…” You confessed after some thought, biting your lower lip slightly. “I just knew this color would suit you.”

“Isn’t it too tight, though?” Obito wondered, completely oblivious of your hungry gaze.

“It squeezes you in the right places.” Your eyes were locked in his softened crotch while saying this, not even trying to hide how turned on you were already.

“Uhm, you’re… Are you staring at my dick?” You hummed, resting your chin on your palm. “Oh, uh… W-Why?”

“Why not?”

You took advantage of his speechlessness to stand up from the couch and go right in front of him with a seductive expression written all over your face, your hands reunited behind your lower back as your lips got closer to his own to murmur: —“I wanna suck you off so badly, baby… Would you let me do that for you, hm?”

Obito’s mouth parted in surprise at the sudden words that had reached his ears, eyebrows raised and his whole body tensed. “I-I have a meeting in an hour, we c-can’t…”

“All I need is thirty minutes.” You stated convincingly, your hand making its way to his hard on to caress it through his pants, earning a low grunt from your husband and a slight buck of his hips searching for more. “See? You want it too.”

“Fucking…” He panted the moment your fingers enclosed his heavy bulge as much as the clothes let you. Well, he couldn’t leave the house with a boner, could he? “Fuck, just quit it with the touches already so I can take this damn suit off.”

“No!” You stopped your ministrations at his stupid last statement but without removing your hand entirely. “Don’t you dare, Obito Uchiha.”

“You’re gonna make a mess, and while you’ll have time to shower after we’re done, I certainly won’t. God, I shouldn’t even give in to this.”

“Yet here you are, craving my touch.” You teased him by tracing his awaiting cock with the tip of your index finger, looking up at him through your eyelids. “The pretty suit stays.” You commanded once your mouth reached his ear with the help of your tiptoed feet to (barely) match his height.

“Hmph,”

“Good boy.” Your hands were skillful to unfasten his belt quickly, you dropped the piece out of your way as your knees met with the floor to pull down his pants and find his black boxers molded to the outline of his hard member. “Such a view…”

Your face instinctively moved closer to his crotch, you stuck out your tongue to slowly lick his still clothed shaft. When you reached the bulbous tip, you pressed your muscle there for a couple of seconds ‘till Obito’s moans became louder.

“Honey, p-please.”

“Please what?” Your voice came out muffled by the fabric against your mouth, you were trying to surround the shape of his cock between your puffy lips to frustrate him even more.

“Hmgh,” he grunted. “I know what you’re attempting to do.” One of his hands went to grip your hair to keep you there while his hips swayed from side to side to relieve the pulsating ache your actions caused.

“Then, why don’t you ask nicely what you want?”

“We don’t have the time for this, Y/N.” You could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, but that only encouraged you to trace a wet path along his covered length.

“Precisely.” You emphasized when you concluded with a long kiss to his mouth-watering hidden tip.

“You little b-… Fine.” Obito let out a defeated sigh, accepting your unspoken wish to be the dominant one today. “Could you-…? Hm, put to work those pretty lips of yours on my bare cock…?” You shook your head no, that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Could you, please, suck me off without so many clothes in the way?”

“That’s better.”

You finally took the waistband between your fingers to get rid of his boxers, you pulled down the fabric until it reached his ankles to rest along with his pants, making Obito hiss the moment his dick sprung free and was surrounded with the fresh air in the room.

“Someone’s eager here, hm…” You couldn’t help but to stare at his marvelous, huge member; especially his glistening head, which made you want nothing more than to have him inside your mouth.

Nevertheless, you still had a role to play and that’s why you weren’t touching his now bare cock. You didn’t miss the way Obito’s face wrinkled in pain as his fist tightened on your hair, his hips were acting on their own when they thrusted forward in an attempt to feel your pretty lips on him.

“Baby, please… Not this again.”

Not even you could handle your teasing anymore, “Do you prefer my h-…?”

“Mouth. Always. Your mouth, always.” He stumbled over his words, desperate at this point.

Your hands found their way onto his thighs, and your mouth wasn’t entirely open the moment Obito decided to fill it with his impatient cock once and for all, resulting in him moaning in relief and in you gagging on his shaft.

Backing off a little, keeping only his tip between your lips, you looked up at him through your forming tears as your tongue went to work circling around the bulbous head, fingers now surrounding the base to make it easier.

Encouraged by his fast breathing you traced your way down his length leaving small kisses just to go back up with a long and slow lick to the underside of his dick following the bulging vein there to, at the end, take him completely into your mouth ‘till the tip hit the back of your throat, hand moving downwards to massage his full balls.

“O-Oh, fuuuck! That’s it, honey.” Your husband whimpered as his head fell back on the wooden door behind his tensed figure.

Under normal situations, he would’ve taken advantage of his grip on your hair to guide your movements in order to find a satisfying rhythm, but something told him that he should let you decide what to do next.

Starting to bob your head up and down with the assistance of your skilled tongue, you continued with the ministrations to his balls at the same time in order to double his pleasure, you raised your gaze to meet his just to find his eyes shut in concentration and his lips pressed together as to not make so much noise even though you couldn’t be heard by anyone outside your flat.

A particular hard suck to his aching member had him seeing stars through his closed eyelids, chasing with his hips inside your mouth to feel that indescribable sensation again, using his grip on you to reach the back of your throat and keep you there for a couple of seconds more.

“U-Use your tongue, pretty.” Obito asked between moans, watching your nose squeezing against his skin due to how deep in your mouth he was. It didn’t matter how many times you’d given him head throughout the years, you always ended up choking on his huge, long length every single one of them.

You did as you were told, managing to give him pleasure slipping your tongue along his heavy cock and occasionally reaching the point where his balls and base met to stimulate him there as well.

Obito let you go with a loud growl when he sensed your pats on his thighs, informing him you couldn’t take him that deep any longer. You pushed away rapidly, coughing in the process, while holding his coated member in your hand.

“S-Sorry,” your voice was somewhat broken, puffy eyes and swollen lips were also hints of what you were doing. “You’re just too big…”

“You did it well, so good for me.” He praised you lovingly, leaning down a little to caress your reddened cheek with his fingers. “You made me feel amazing, honey.”

“But you didn’t cum…” You cried, stroking his still hard dick to prove your point.

“Because I didn’t want to, baby.” The dark-haired explained as he helped you stand up from the floor, taking a mental note to buy you some cream for your bruised knees. “Y’know I prefer to fill your perfect pussy full of my cum, don’t you?” He whispered hotly against your ear, hands gripping your hips to maintain your balance, yours resting atop his dressed forearms.

“W-What about your meeting?” You wondered, looking for the clock to check the hour. “You’re late!”

“I can’t leave my wife alone while she’s feeling insecure about something that’s not true, can I?” You tilted your head to the side. “Plus, I’m already late. It wouldn’t make any difference arriving a bit more late, Madara’s going to kill me anyway.”

“Idiot,” you giggled.

“If being an idiot is what it takes to be by your side fucking you against this door, then I’ll beg whoever’s up there to stay an idiot for the rest of my life.” Your husband exclaimed between small kisses to your temple, using his feet to get rid of his shoes, pants and boxers so they don’t get in the way when he performs what he was meticulously planning in his mind.

“Oh, God.” You hid your embarrassed expression on his wide chest. “I forgot how poetic you become when you’re turned on…”

“Mhm… Would you let me, then?” His mouth was over your neck now, sucking the skin there and hoping it would leave a mark.

“Being an idiot for the rest of your life?” You smiled sheltered in the warmth of his chest, moaning softly the moment his hips bucked forward and his bare tip touched your clothed clit. “O-Obito…”

“I meant the part where I fuck you stupid against the door.” He pulled you closer by your hips, his hard length resting on your abdomen. “You must be tired from such a great job you did for me earlier, now let me take care of you.”

“Sounds good.” You whimpered, moving your lower half in search of friction. Obito’s finger went to your chin and lifted your head up to start a soon-heated make out, your hand slipped downwards to stroke his dick without separating it too much from your aching center. “A-Aahh, ‘need you inside me.”

“I know, baby.” He said quietly, surrounding your bruised neck with his hand while the other worked on the button of your shorts. “I’m on it.”

“I love your cock s’much, ‘can’t wait to have it stretching my walls…” You squeezed his shaft, provoking him, as you started another languid and loud kiss.

Your shorts made their way down your legs and you tossed them away somewhere in the room with the help of your feet. Obito didn’t waste any more time so he just raised you up by your thighs and pressed your back against the damn door without a word.

The dark-haired asked you to hold tight on his shoulders while he managed to move your panties to the side and enter your wet hole from his spot. “Baby, f-fuuuck! What a perfect hole you have.” He moaned once his cock shoved into your pussy, making you imitate him as your head fell on his neck along with your arms to support yourself.

Gripping your ass firmly, Obito started thrusting into you very slowly at first, getting used to the unusual position and trying to figure out the best way to pound into you without making you uncomfortable; but he guessed he was doing just well if the sounds coming out of your mouth were anything to go by.

“Right there, Obi. Right fucking there.” You grasped his hair forcefully, forehead pressing against his to be able to look at his beautiful eyes through your own teary ones.

“You’re so tight, always.” He cried as his fingers dug into the skin of your butt to quicken his pace, creating new slapping and squelching sounds that filled the entire living room. “Get your tits out for me, pretty.”

Every hard thrust went straight to your abused cervix, soft walls clenching around his throbbing cock, and thus turning you into a crying mess. Obito held you better, hoping you’d fulfill his request soon, and you leaned on one arm while your other hand lowered your top enough for your breasts to be pushed up by the collar of it, offering your husband the sight of your mounds pressed together inside your laced bra.

Obito let out a groan at your perfection. “I doubt you have any idea how much I love your boobs, not even a small hint of it.” He punctuated entering and exiting your hungry, wet hole.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Your whole body was bouncing, your tits along with it, which was exactly what the dark-haired was looking for. “-‘Gonna cum, baby.”

“That’s it, honey.” He panted, hips moving faster than before. “Let your juices coat my cock so I can breed your pretty cunt.”

“Shit, Obi.” You complained as you released on his heavy shaft with trembling legs and eyes squinted, your insides closing vigorously around him. You searched for his lips to initiate a sweet kiss. “Your turn.”

“Already there.” Obito tightened his grip, hiding his face on your neck to nip at it just to trace his way downwards with a long lick to then suck on the soft skin of your mounds. “A-Ah! Fucking…”

The moment his dick twitched, indicating he was about to fill you full of his seed, you pulled his hair and kissed him open-mouthed ‘till the first drops painted your overstimulated walls, resulting in you both moaning in the middle of your messy make-out.

“So much…” You chuckled, referring to the amount of cum he was releasing inside you. “I love you, baby.”

“Your fault,” he still was thrusting into you while he finished cumming but very slowly compared to the pace he was going minutes ago. “And I love you too.”

“You can put me down now, y’know?” You informed him, “You must be tired from all the effort you made to make me feel good.”

Obito did as you told, leaving you gently on the floor again, and once you were supporting your full weight with your legs, you regretted your decision. Your husband must’ve noticed your problem since he was giving you a proud look, “Sore, aren’t we?”

“Oh, shut up!” You scolded him jokingly, raising your arms to encircle his neck and pull him into a kiss, tongue asking for permission to enter his wet cavern to start a not-that-coordinated dance with his own.

He grabbed your bare hips forcefully, playing with the fabric that hugged them and noticing they matched your bra. “You haven’t had enough? We’re all sweaty and sticky, especially me.”

“Hhm, I should be asking that to you…” You felt one of his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties to slip them down, you tossed them away with your feet.

“Turn around for me.” The dark-haired bit your lips before trailing kisses along the length of your neck to finish with a suck on your collarbone.

You turned around, using your forearm as a support for your sweaty forehead. Behind you, Obito knelt down to spread your asscheeks and watch your little hole struggle to keep his release inside, he collected the semen slipping down your thighs just to put it back with a hard thrust of his fingers.

“Mhm! O-Obito, baby.” You jumped slightly the moment he moved them in a hooking manner, taking more wet sounds out of your pussy. “So good, fuck!”

“You think you can cum for me one more time, my love?” He asked against your ear even though he knew the answer, quickening his movements and enjoying the sight of the mixed fluids dripping into his palm.

“A-Ah, Faster! Fas-!” You were interrupted by Obito’s ringtone, making you gasp in surprise and realization.

“Ignore it, ‘should stop soon. W-What are you doing?” He frowned when he didn’t feel your warmth surrounding his fingers anymore, watching you walk towards his phone with your panties on. “When…?”

“Be a responsible man and answer the phone, Obito.” You handed him the vibrating device, a determined expression over your face.

“I don’t really want to hear Madara’s rage towards me, y’know…?” Your husband scoffed, searching for his boxers and attempting to put them on under your critical gaze.

“Now.” You raised your eyebrows like you always did when you were serious about something.

“Not happening.” Obito refused, insecure.

“A week without sex.” You started, shaking the phone in your hand.

“Wait, what?”

“That’s two.”

“Not fair!” He complained.

“Wanna make it three?”

“Oh, c’mon! Give me that!”

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No Longer Alone Together

Part One | Masterlist

Sunday, November 27th, 2022: The Recap

She’s standing in the bathroom, it’s a cold November morning, evident by how frigid the tiles are on her bare feet. She’s up because the kids are in her bed now, Spencer isn’t home, the world is still quiet but her mind was not. She has so much to do, she doesn’t feel good at all and she thinks she knows exactly why… its just the worst time ever to go through the first trimester again. 

Last December it was hectic as all hell with 3 kids. Atlas turned 7 just 5 days before Christmas, his birthday always took priority over the month, but this year she was nervous she wouldn’t be able to give him all the attention he deserves… Not when she’s currently gripping the kitchen sink like her life depends on it, nauseous as ever, waiting for this pregnancy test to tell her what she already knows. 

They weren’t actively trying… though, when were they ever? They’ve never used protection in their time together, resulting in Atlas in 2014, Noelle in February 2016 and little Luna in September 2019. There was a big gap between having Luna and taking this pregnancy test… not that they weren’t having sex in that time, they were just too busy dealing with COVID and zoom school and young immune systems every single day for almost 3 years. 

Life was stressful enough as it was with 3 kids under 10, they didn’t need a newborn on top of it all while the world was shut down… at least Y/N didn’t want that right now.

On the other hand, Spencer was sharing his seed with anyone who asked for it.

She liked to phrase it that way as if it wasn’t just her best friend and her wife who wanted Spencer’s sperm to have a genius family of their own. It always made her laugh to see people's reactions to finding out Spencer now had 2 kids with another woman and that Y/N babysat said baby from time to time. 

At the height of the pandemic, Emily and Laura were locked away in their DC mansion wishing they had a baby or two to share their time with… Laura always knew they wanted to be pregnant one day, she was fully ready to book an appointment with a clinic and look through books of donors when the world shut down. 

Emily, ever the planner, said: “if you want a smart and cute kid, we should ask Spencer to be our donor and we’ll do it right here at home, just me and you and the turkey baster.” 

Only the last part was a joke… until the device they bought to help do the inseminating looked a lot like a turkey baster. 

Emily and Spencer always joked about being siblings separated at birth, she cared for him like a big sister and he’d kill for her if he had to. He almost did during the Scratch era of their hell job… So when Emily asked Spencer if he’d ever considered donating his sperm to help her make a family, he didn’t have to think too hard about it. 

Asking Y/N if she was okay with it was the hard part for him, for some reason he really thought she’d have a problem with it… but it was actually quite fun helping him provide a sample in a cup. With Emily and Laura doing it on their own without doctors' help, not wanting to go to a doctor's office during the pandemic, it took a few tries, and then they had Peter Joseph, better known around their house as little PJ, in February 2021. 

Now Laura is pregnant again, at 35 weeks currently and on baby watch for all of Christmas, her due date is 1st of January, 2023 but you can’t really expect a second baby to come on time… the BAU family was all placing bets on just when this new Prentiss baby was going to join their ranks, Y/N thinks the baby might even get to share a birthday with Atlas. 

Derek also had a son right after they had Noelle. Hank Spencer Morgan was adorable, it must come with the name. JJ and Will had Michael not too long after, rounding their total to 3 kids which made them try for Luna to even it up again. 

Before Spence left the FBI for good, they had a few new members join too, one of which was a lovely man named Matt who had a wife and 4 kids, they had their 5th right before Spencer quit— literally about a month before the accident that decided it all for them. 

Much like JJ and Will, they had agreed early on that if things at work got to be too much, if what happened with Hotch ever started to happen to them, then Spencer would quit. They never expected it to actually happen, then Spencer was caught in an explosion, he went down hard and came home feeling fine. But he wasn’t fine. 

Finding Spencer unconscious on the floor was the scariest thing she’s ever been through and poor Atlas saw it too. 

They called 911, and Spencer was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance while she had to stay behind with the kids and wait for someone to come and watch them before she could follow him. It took 20 minutes for Will to show up, 20 minutes that felt like hell on earth, and then she was at his bedside for 2 days. 

With Diana and Liam there too, they held Spencer's hands after surgery and waited way too long to see if he’d ever wake up again. It was a slow brain bleed, he was lucky his wife was coming home to find him, otherwise who knows how long he would’ve been on the floor, waiting for help, unable to ask for it himself. 

He didn’t go back to work after that, he recovered at home with his babies and decided that he was going to stay there with them for good. He loved being a stay-at-home dad, it allowed Y/N to take up more hours at the museum again and he got to do crafts and take adventures and watch them grow up. It was fun until the kids both started school, Luna was still really little and day trips to the science centre and big crafts weren’t really her speed. He was bored most of the days when the house was empty and quiet during nap times…

So he wrote a book. 

Almost like an autobiography, he took the things that happened to him in his first few years of being an agent and turned it into a Sherlock Holmes-style novel. Retelling the adventures of Dr. Sebastian Reeves and his colleagues at the FBI, getting caught in the middle of a serial killer's sick games… Fishing For A King was published on October 14th, 2021 and the sequel, Where Dead Men Rise was just released, taking Spencer away on his first-ever book tour around the country. 

Which is why he’s not home currently. He’s not beside her for the first time ever as she takes a pregnancy test… Instead, he’s doing book signings, TED talks and being interviewed by every news outlet in North America. And tomorrow he’s on Jimmy fucking Fallon. What?? It was insane how much their little life has changed since 2013.  

You see, normally when they planned for a baby they were testing all the time, they always caught it early… this time they didn’t plan at all, she wasn’t testing because she didn’t expect it at all but then the nightmares started up again. Her boobs hurt, she could smell everything from a mile away and she wanted to cry all day long over everything and nothing at all… she knew exactly when she got pregnant too, and even joked about it right after he pulled out for a matter of fact… 

They had some of the best sex of their life at the start of Spencer's press tour thanks to Aunty Penny who watched the kids so she could go to New York with him. It was the first time in 7 years that they’d been completely alone for more than a few hours and they spent all of their free time in bed. Of course, she got pregnant, and they were so fucking happy, it was just like in the beginning. 

The test is positive. 

The brightest positive she’s ever seen, too, seeing as it’s been over a month since she saw Spencer last, she was a lot more pregnant now than she was with any of the other kids, when she saw their first positive tests it was after 1-2 weeks… right now she’s about 8 or 9 weeks pregnant. 

She’s going to have 4 kids. 

They’re going to be a family of 6. 

They were catching up to the Simmons, slowly but surely… hopefully, this isn’t twins cause then they’d match up perfectly. 

She puts the test in the cabinet behind the mirror, knowing the kids can’t get into it so they’d never see it. They knew what it was, at least the older two did. Being 6 and almost 8, they remembered when she was pregnant with Luna in 2019. They had their dad’s memory after all. 

The kids are up and in her bed, the girls cuddled into each side of their brother as he holds their iPad in the middle, his legs crossed with his cute little toes moving to the music on his show. She found a cartoon Santa Clause series from the early 2000s and put it on for them, they have watched almost the whole first season in the last few days. It’s so cute seeing them so peaceful and happy together, getting excited for their favourite time of year. 

They’ve been sleeping in bed with her a lot without daddy being home. They wanted to call him the moment they woke up, but being in LA now meant they couldn’t. They didn’t understand at first, so she had to get out the globe from Spencer’s office and taught them about timezones and how the earth moves around the sun while rotating on an axis, making a 24-hour day.  

Holding her phone flashlight up, she pretended it was the sun in their very dark room (it was 6am.) they understood from then on that when daddy was on the other side of America, he was 3 hours behind them and probably still asleep, so they had to wait for him to wake up and call them.

“You guys hungry?” She asks as she walks back over to the bed. 

They all nod and scramble to pause their video so they can jump out of bed and race her down the stairs. They each get their choice between Eggos and scrambled eggs or cereal and fruit, she ends up making them all scrambles and waffles with some cut-up grapes and orange juice just to round it into a full meal. 

Thanks to an episode of the Waltons one night, the kids have started saying a sort of grace before every meal.

“Dear father, we miss you, we hope you’re having a good day in Los Angeles and that mommy lets us watch your interview show tomorrow,” Atlas leads. 

“And bring us back something cool,” Noelle teases with a smirk. 

“Can he hear us when we do this?” Luna whispers across the table to her big brother who just shrugs, having no clue what they’re doing, they just want to wish their dad a good day while he’s gone. 

She doesn’t have the heart to tell them that they say dear father as a way to talk to god, to bless their family and their food and insure that good things come to them… they weren’t a religious household in the slightest, but if the kids wanted to be spiritual in their own way and send a blessing out for their dad, who was she to stop them? 

They have little conversations with each other that just amaze her, she somehow created 3 amazing little geniuses with the biggest hearts to match. Much like her, Atlas was into dinosaurs for a while, he was often asking to come to work with her on weekends and snow days off from school, he would give anything to dig something up and learn about it all day. He collects rocks, he knows everything about space and the moon (which is just a big rock) and he plans to work at the Smithsonian one day too… just on the Air and Space side. 

And he probably will, seeing as he has his dad's genius brain after all. He’ll probably be able to get a Ph.D. or two by the time he’s 25. 

Noelle is more into learning how things work and move, she loves the cars movie franchise and thus all things with wheels. She’s been spending a lot of time with Henry and Michael, playing Tony Hawk games on the play station which caused them to build a skate ramp in the backyard while Will wasn’t looking and using her as the test dummy. 

She broke her arm in 2 places and the cast comes off next week, with just enough time for Spencer to come home and sign it before they cut it off. 

Luna, on the other hand, she wouldn’t be caught dead near a bike or anything that can get her dirty. She’s always been very meticulous, she learned fine motor skills long before she wanted to walk, which wasn’t helpful when babies also love putting things in their mouths. Spencer’s knowledge of CPR came in handy a few times, unfortunately. Now she’s 4 and her attention to detail is mainly spent on legos which she has learned don’t go in her nose, mouth, ears or anything thing that’s not lego branded… 

She has the LEGO art pieces that match the art at mom's work, they’re her favourite. She’s also started to draw a lot, she was probably going to be their artist. 

The 3 of them are so incredibly different yet so wondrously alike. They absorb knowledge like a sponge, they respect each other's talk time, and they butt heads often, but they never hate each other. Fights never last long. They end with hugs and apologies and understanding that they’re all learning how to be good people and mistakes are bound to happen. 

That was always their fear when they became parents; that their kids wouldn’t get along. You see, not having siblings meant that Y/N and Spencer didn’t know what it was like. From what they knew about JJ, she took her sister for granted till it was too late and wished every day that she still had her around. Then there’s Hotch, he loved his brother but they were so different and had such an age difference that now they never talk. 

They didn’t want that for their own kids. So seeing them so happy together, they were best friends and co-conspirators, 3 unstoppable forces that could band together within the blink of an eye… How was she going to add a 4th to their already perfect group without it disrupting everything?

“Are you guys excited for Aunt Laura to have her baby soon?” She cuts into the lull in their conversations, thinking that was a good segue. She wanted to know their thoughts on having another baby in the family without asking them outright. 

“I’m excited,” Luna answers with a sweet smile, “I want it to be a girl cousin.” 

“Me too,” Noelle agrees. “Mama, do they know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” 

“I’m not sure,” she genuinely didn’t know. “I think they’re keeping it a surprise.” 

“Like a present,” Luna says, often vocalizing every thought she had, as always. 

“Yeah… speaking of, on December first we’ll really start to celebrate, but what if we used this time while daddy is away to go get his Christmas presents?”  

“So we don’t have to worry about him seeing it?” Atlas completely understood and his smile told her he was on board. 

She nods, “yeah, we can go out today if you guys want?” 

They all chant a very enthusiastic yes, bouncing in their seats with excitement. 

They celebrate Christmas and a little bit of Hanukkah with Emily and Laura most years, the All-idays party was also coming up, which meant they all had to get another present for that… before they get dressed and ready to head out, she keeps them at the kitchen table with a piece of lined paper and asks them what kind of gifts they want to get for their family members. 

“Because Christmas is about a lot more than just a man in a red suit giving you guys things, it’s about showing everyone in your life how much you love them, as well,” mom explains, like every Christmas, but this year they seem to understand it a lot better.  

For white elephant they each had to bring in a gift, something that could be picked and stolen and loved by the person who eventually ends up with it. So they had to brainstorm some really good gift ideas that everyone else in their family group would like.

Each year the list of guests gets longer, this year there are 10 cousins, possibly 11 depending on when Laura goes into labour, and that’s not even including Y/N’s 3. Soon to be 4. 

Thats 15 BAU kids… 16 if you count Jack, but they’re not coming this year, perfectly happy back in Seattle with Hailey’s extended family. 

They needed to also consider all their aunts, uncles, and grandparents… it was so many people. Thank god uncle Dave had a big house. 

They get all bundled up for their trip to the mall and go over their rules of being out in public on the drive over. They have to always be touching the kart or holding each other's hands, they can’t walk away from Mommy even if they’re excited about something, they have to bring her to the excitement so she doesn’t lose them. And they know scary people do exist and not everyone out there is kind for good reasons. They’re hyper-vigilant, they stick together and they’re always rewarded with a sweet treat at the end of the day because of it. 

Spencer calls when they’re in the middle of the game store, shopping for the older kids, like Henry, Jake or David, getting them a new game for the switch, which everyone has. She has to decline the call cause the store is too loud and hectic, sending him a quick text saying they’re out right now and she’ll call back soon… but with so many things in her hands and 3 kids to watch over all alone. 

She forgets until they’re home later that night, after getting dinner at Mcdonald's in front of the TV, they’re watching Harry Potter for the first time when Daddy calls again. 

Atlas sees her phone light up with Spencer’s face behind the FaceTime caller ID, she’s in the kitchen cleaning ketchup off Noelle's cast, so he picks up for his mom. 

“Hi, daddy,” he brightens right up, Luna comes running to his side, shouting his name at him with excitement. 

“Hello munchkins, where have you been? Mama said she’d call me earlier and then she never did?” 

“We went out and then got McDonald's,” he turns the FaceTime around and shows the carpet picnic happening in front of the TV. “Mom is helping Noa get some ketchup off her cast, it fell out of her burger and landed right on it.” 

“We should sue McDonald's, then I guess,” he teases making them laugh. “Did you have fun at the mall? Did you get any gifts for Grandma and Grandpa?” 

“And for you but we can’t tell you what it is,” Atlas explains, “we promised mommy.” 

“Yeah, pinky promised,” Luna gives even more detail. “And you know about those…” 

“I’m so excited to open it, do you know how many days there are till Christmas left?” Spencer asks, they’ve been counting down since after Thanksgiving. 

They take the phone running into the kitchen, where the countdown exists on the fridge, showing him that there were 27 days left. 

“What are you— oh gosh, Spence, I’m sorry, I never called you back!” Y/N calls out when she realizes what the kids are doing with her phone. 

She’s drying off her hands before she lifts Noelle off the counter and back to the ground, Atlas hands her the phone and Spencer explains how it’s fine, he just wanted to check-in. They catch up in the kitchen for a few moments alone, only to go back out to the living room and finish dinner. The movie is paused, and they set him up on her laptop instead of the phone, the kids all sharing memories from the day with their dad… they missed him so much, they never wanted to hang up but it was bedtime.  

“I miss you, daddy,” Luna sighed, resting her head on her brother's shoulder so they could all fit in the frame. 

“I miss you, too, looney tunes,” he tries not to get too choked up. “Just a couple more days and then I’m coming home and I’m snuggling you all for hours, you’re going to be sick of me with how much love I’m going to give you.” 

She laughs because she knows it’s true, she’s heard him cry on the phone too many times about having, what he could only equate to mom guilt, about not being home with them again when they’re so used to it. He missed them. He missed watching them grow. He felt horrible that he wasn’t there for Noelle in the hospital when she got her cast, he missed Halloween, Thanksgiving and Henry's birthday… he felt horrible without them. 

But the kids have school tomorrow, so they can’t stay up late to talk to their daddy. He lets them go just in time to have a bath and head to bed, only to call back 2 hours later that for his alone time with his wife. She answers with her headphones in, all 3 kids in her bed on Spencers side, missing him too much to sleep alone, sound asleep all cuddled into each other already. 

They whisper their goodnights, he reminds her just how much he loves her and sends her a kiss all the way from the other side of America. “Did you get it?” He whispers, even though he didn’t have to. 

She nods, touching her cheek with a smile. “I love you, Spence… Thursday can’t come fast enough.”

[guideoftime]

▴ — @mightiestbanana ;; Sheik & Kohga. "I mean it. I want to know." ways to respond when someone says, "I'm okay."

   “I don’t understand you.” 

   Sheik is so very confused. He’s never gotten so many mixed signals, never gotten so confused by someone whose–a Sheikah? A Yiga? Someone supposed to dislike him. And yet, it feels like he doesn’t. Whatever it was about Sheik specifically, he doesn’t seem to hate him and yet he dislikes or hates the Sheikah? Nothing about this was making sense to him, nothing was connecting despite how much he tried to make it make sense. 

   Kohga. A man older than he seems. The leader of a Yiga Tribe. A Tribe that doesn’t believe in what the Sheikah do. That seems to dislike them. That should hate Sheik. Yet, it seemed he was almost–Hylia above–parenting him? He has tried, and succeeded at that too, in breaking Sheik down by picking at his fear and his realization surrounding the Goddess they worship, that they made a vow to, but he didn’t do it in a cruel way. It was more like trying to make him understand, in what was a gentle understanding, of the things Sheik could already see. 

   This man could see through the carefully pieced together mask that Sheik threw up, could see that Sheik understood far too deeply why the Yiga exist and he picked at that until Sheik cracked. 

   Hylia abandoned them a long time ago. The Royal Family destroyed them. 

   But though he did that, he hadn’t been malicious and he hasn’t since. He’s tried, as gently as possible, to not keep ripping Sheik apart over it. It didn’t feel like his intention was to break him but to just make him understand. Make him see through the pieced together ideology he was raised on by Impa. That what he’s done, what he’s been doing, what he’s continued to do–it wasn’t okay. His belief wasn’t going to get him anywhere other than back in the ground. Like every other member of their tribe. 

   And Sheik sees this.   But he doesn’t want to believe it. 

   The Yiga existing bothers him, the pain that they go through bothers him. To see his family, his tribe, repeatedly beaten down after everything they went through in his era–it hurts. Every time he thinks things might get a little bit better, that their tribe has a future it can look forward to, it’s ripped apart and they’re left picking the pieces up. The Yiga are what is left when there is nothing left to pick up. And he hates it. 

   He hates how much it seems like this man cares about him. Sheik doesn’t want to talk with him about how it hurts to look at them and understand. He doesn’t want to talk about how looking at the Sheikah now, at farmers who don’t even have the magic they’re named for anymore, hurts. He doesn’t want to talk about how he can’t stop thinking about what Kohga said, about how their gods abandoned them. 

   "I mean it. I want to know."

   Why though? 

   A steady breath is taken in and Sheik turns his head away, gaze falling to the desk in front of him and the books he was reading. More attempts at understanding but the Sheikah are awful at archiving records in this Era. They’re so far from what they once were. How did it become like this? Why did it become like this? And that was just the one word that kept circling through his head over and over–why?

   “Have you figured out what my name means yet?” It isn’t an answer, not directly, to what was wrong. To why he was stressed over watching all of them. Why it hurt and what was going through his head thinking about the Sheikah and the Yiga. But there is an answer. “Sheik of the Sheikah, it’s a ridiculous title, right?” 

   He pulls a book over toward him and rests his hand over the Sheikah crest, the new one, he dislikes it. It’s different. Why were there circles around it now? 

   “My mother was the Tribe Leader back in the Era of the Hero of Time. About fourteen thousand years, give or take. They called her The Great Impa, she earned her title through accomplishments that benefited Hyrule and what was at the time Kakariko Village.” His mother was an impressive woman. “She was also the only survivor of our Tribe getting massacred, until she had me.” 

   His mother loved him, and he loved her, so very dearly. No matter how hard she made things. 

   “My mother named me Sheik for Sheikah. She wanted me to be an example, a representation of our tribe and everything we stood for.” To be everything people think when they hear the Sheikah Tribe. “She raised me to believe in the good of what our tribe does. To honor Hylia, to pass down the legends of the Hero, to record history so it’s never forgotten. To have faith in the idea that everything that happens is what Hylia wants and there will always be a solution at the end.” 

   A tense breath is taken. “My name is a reminder that I’m a Sheikah, one of the shadows of the Hylians.” 

    To remind him, that no matter what, no matter what happens, he has to hold onto that idea. Of being the shadow. But he sees them, he sees the Yiga, he sees what has become of his people. 

   He closes his eyes briefly, takes another breath, and opens them back up. “I wouldn’t even know how to be anything else.” He has to believe in the path that destiny had placed him on, because what else is there then? 

   “I wish I understood you less.” 

[a-student-out-of-time]

Oh Harumi, heya girl! Happy to see you but seems Emina was going to insult you which isn't very nice of a host to do, now is it Emina?

You.

Yeah. Me.

What the hell are you doing here?!

Oh, nothing much. I heard there was a charity event in town, decided I’m attend.

Tenmei was already taking Chiaki, so I decided to tag along with Shinji-kun.

I was happy to help out an old friend!

Yeah, and you know Haru-chan’s a nurse now, right? What kind of harm could she possibly do?

Maybe we didn’t see eye-to-eye during our time in school, but she’s-

No. I don’t want you here.

And why not? You got some grudge against me?

Oh wait, that’s right: I overheard you suggest that my daughter isn’t mine.

Well, have you seen the girl? She’s-

*Harumi pulls a folded sheet of paper out of her pocket, unfurls it and hands it to her* Here, take a look.

The hell is this?

Well, funny thing: DNA tests are actually easy to do these days, especially when you’re a nurse, like me. I decided to grab these before we arrived.

So yeah, knock it off with the adultery crap. Regardless of how she looks, Chiaki is my baby. The proof is all here.

You really went through this much trouble?

I knew you well enough that you’d try and pull something like that.

And what about you?! Reserve Course trash, you weren’t even part of Class 49!

Yeah? Neither were any of their kids or family members. And I’m family, so shouldn’t I count too?

Besides, why do you care so much? Do you just not want me here specifically?

You know exactly why I don’t want you here!

Do I? Why don’t you spell it out for me?

Because...because you’re a spiteful, obnoxious, vulgar, condescending delinquent. Always were, always will be. No amount of work in healthcare could ever possibly undo the deplorable things you said and the attitude you-

???: Umm...Nijiue-san?

Huh?

What exactly has got you so riled up?

E-Esumi-san! I...oh goodness, I, umm...

It’s alright, sir.

We’re just having some fun with her. She’s had such a long day, so she’s a bit testy.

And can you really blame her? How stressful must it have been to organize this entire event?

Someone else would’ve probably collapsed by now.

So we were just messing with her. Old school friend stuff, nothing to worry about.

Uhhh...y-yes! Exactly!

And all the guests have arrived, so I finally feel I can sit down and we can have a proper discussion.

Uhh...alright, whatever you say.

Either way, thanks for inviting me.

And who’re you, exactly, sir?

Esumi Akira, head of Esumi Papers.

You all are from Class 49, right? My daughter and I are hoping to do a piece on the event, so would it be alright if we interview some of you folks?

It’d be a pleasure!

*Emina leans close to Harumi*

If you do anything to embarrass me...

You did a pretty good job of that yourself.

C’mon, smile, Emina-chan. You’re gonna be in the paper.

That’s right. I am, not you.

*With that, Emina walks off in a huff*

Yeah. You’re gonna be big news when all this is over.

[ruminate88]

Letting yourself rest and take a break ❤️‍🩹

In this bizarre “healing journey” that I never planned for, thought existed or wanted it to be like this but I’ve sorta had to roll with it. Cognitive dissonance and ruminating have tried to hold me hostage within my mind. Keeping me ping-ponging between thoughts of my past and my ex, Andrew. Is he or isn’t he toxic? Was the whole relationship a lie or not? Did he like me at all or was it truly superficial and about my nudes???

There has been moments I feel crazy sad over him, moments where it’s painful and I almost wanna hide in a hole alone somewhere and then moments where I feel absolutely nothing!! Everywhere I read, it says forgiveness is a process and that so is this “healing journey”. That it all takes time and sometimes you have to take a break and direct your focus on other things… Something I’ve struggled to do because I feel this is all taking too long and I feel so guilty for not just magically getting over the past and letting it all go. Ugh

Remember the tortuous and the hair? The rabbit rushed to win the race, while the turtle was slow and steady…. Ultimately, the rabbit ran out of gas faster and the turtle crossed the finish line with flying colors!! Which one do I want to end up being? Yeah, I feel like life is so short and I don’t wanna waste another second questioning Andrew and dissecting him. Tired of feeling like I go in circles from: sad, angry, numb, etc…. I just want it all to end but what if I’m making more progress than I think?

These past couple months my energy level as plummeted and I beat myself up so bad. Stressing about how little work I’m getting done, how I’m letting things pile up and how I’m just wanting to be left alone. Dreading having places to go but yet when I actually get to these places and see family members, it actually perks me up but soon as I come back home, I wanna do nothing …. 😝❤️‍🩹 This past week I told myself “You have to rest if you went to get better.” And I mean it but I can’t put all this pressure on myself because my stomach can’t handle more stress 💀

In taking time to myself, I’ve felt selfish and guilty. I’ve ALWAYS put other’s needs before mine most of my life. I’ve always cared about everyone else but neglected me because it’s painful. I went from taking care of my grandma who had dementia, to raising my bro’s kids (also babysat for a lot of other families over the years) AND during that time I’m texting all these emotionally abusive men who spun their web of lies in text messages to me. Critical of me in every area of my life. Downplaying my mental health and treating me as if I’m just a beautiful shell with no soul or feelings. Talking dirty to me and abusing my nudes.

Then after that, I jump into marriage with a nice guy who wants to provide for me financially and so I’m stuck in the same old pattern. I bend over backwards to take care of my husband… cook for him, clean for him, make sure he’s happy but I’m still ignoring my own needs as putting myself down. My exes put me down so long that I have believed I’m not worth much. I see this all now.

Idk how hard it is going to be to “take a break” but I think it would be healthy if I could write about other things for a while and even be a little selfish. After all, I have to get a tooth pulled soon and I’m not gonna feel like doing much anyway but there’s gonna be so much going on the next few weekends, I’m already beating myself up like “you have to do A, B & C”…. Plus the consistent thoughts of Andrew that have never went away since the day I met him. I almost think my brain is just been trying to make sense of him but it’s exhausting. Either that, or my brain needs closure or there’s something deeper going on I’ve yet to figure out.

I’ve been able to open up a little bit to my mom-in-law and that’s been both helpful and terrifying. I don’t believe she judges me but I was worried she was gonna misunderstand me “ruminating” and think I don’t love her son… 🥴😩 I didn’t have the guts to tell her that I want to fully embrace and trust her son cuz I mean all these years and he seems genuine but the problem is me. Struggling to get over the past and letting go of guilt and self blame. Thinking I have this failed past. In actuality, my past is teaching me and making me stronger but it’s incredibly painful. Who knew it would all suck this much but what if one day I wake up and I’m a better person and have a deeper understanding of life and love? That would be so cool ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

However, nothing changes over night 🤡 One…….. DAY…… At a TIME 💀❤️‍🩹🔥 Don’t quit and keep going. I’m not the only one who has been through this. Some people have it worse than me I’m sure but not to downplay my experience but to toughen up yet 👍🏻 Resting and no longer putting my own needs off. I can’t keep showing up for people if I lose myself because I refused to heal or get better. ❤️‍🩹 😓 so freakin painful but beauty is pain!!!

[lightpost]

What are you going to do today?

Well let me see how much money I have...

Less than 20$ 

with a 40 dollar ID fee coming up 

ummmm my ex has all my basic needs being held hostage 

So not much honestly I can’t afford anything new or even paint since he has everything and in my mind it’s gone like a fire swallowed it whole and I have to start fresh with less than 20$ and a ID fee coming up that I can’t afford and a car that needs gas and less than 20 cents on the food card too I’m not going to make it 

I will be gone soon. 

So what can I do today that isn’t of the man’s world that needs money to get by 

I might just sit in bed and take naps all day like a cat but I did one already at 5am when I got up and it a wonderful 4 hours until 9 I even got to see the sunrise. A rare orange and pink and bright yellow sun 

I wanted to paint that but my watercolors are gone too 

I’ll pray about instead and write about a love that will never come to be and make it a book instead and it will be a way to cry maybe than this life won’t be in vain 

Maybe I won’t do anything and stare at the walls 

or maybe I’ll go for a walk and enjoy the pain in the leg as it shoots through my heart, back and calf, and swells up my ankles and makes the torquent around my upper thigh even more burning fire and wrapps up to my kidney to my stomach put myself in more pain 

Maybe I’ll sit here and feel it pump too and throb in agony as my stomach turns with it and the slightest pressure hits a nerves send pain all down my leg to my side it burns stabs shakes and pulls tighter 

yeah yeah I know I need medical no one cares though 

My ex sexually abused me 

he’ll never see it that way though 

he’ll blame me for everything like he always blames everyone else for everything 

his explosive rage will get him 

I don’t know how to recover 

that takes more than money 

and yet it takes money to talk to someone who still doesn’t care 

I’m unsure how to go about this one 

he just needs to hand over my things and I’ll be done with him for good but I know he won’t do that so I write once to the nothingness of bottomless grief 

He was a great actor and the best trickster. 

I hope the court see through his lies. 

A master at mind games he is and playing the victim 

watch out for him and his bloodline his whole family is fucked up 

Sometimes you really wish people came with warning labels and why to caution them 1 records everything 2 rage in explosion manner 3 unable to hold conversation until its about self, or god and always have to be right 5 my way or no way 6 I buy things and hang it over your head when you feel guilty for having nice things for once in your life after rags 7 my son is the only one allowed to be happy or show any sign of tears even when your own family members pass away 8 beat you and blame you 9 beat you and forget it ever happened while blaming you 10 will sexually abuse you and blame you for it 11 will guilt you into sex and feeling sorry for not taking showers together 12 will disrespect even my own mother when she’s in the hospital recovering from surgery 13 will cause stress in already extreme stressful situation just to watch people get more stressed and record saying see see it’s them not me and play that game for the rest of your life. 14. will go off on a day rage over something that happened for three hours that day 15 will energetically drain you and when you want your space take that from you too will suffocate and cause you panic attacks and blame you for it too.    

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Discovery (Eddie x Little! Reader)

Summary: Dropping hints and trying to read between the lines.

A/N: Do I have a queue of requests I should be working on? YES. Did the dopamine tell me to write an agere fic for Eddie Munson? Also YES. So I lived by my motto: follow the dopamine. Sorry for the long delay, I’ve been going to the doctors for a month now to deal with chronic joint pains! I am still trying to go through requests, just really needed to write this story.

TW: Mentions of drugs, Mentions of alcohol, Friendly teasing, Big-headspace, Anxiety, Stress, Lying, and Negative talk. Also, Age Regression, don’t like, don’t read.

Words: 2969

Eddie Munson was sat at the ‘Freak’ Table, a rather sad sandwich in front of him. Gareth was the only one at the table with him at the moment, (Y/N), Jeff, and the freshman were caught up doing only god knows what. Eddie was huffing and sighing, obviously deep in thought about something that was bothering him.

“Hey man, are you okay?” Gareth asked mouth half full with mac and cheese.

“I- Yeah, It’s just that-” Eddie wasn’t sure how to tell his friend what he was thinking, “Well- Remember how I told you I wanted to take care of someone?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Gareth stopped, quickly shifting to a whisper, “Where you want to take care of an age repressor.”

“An age regressor…” Eddie corrected. In all honesty, Gareth wasn’t meant to know, however, Eddie got a little too drunk and high one hangout. “And you know how I’ve been seeing (Y/N) for about a month right?” 

“Yeah, we all do,” Gareth said sarcastically.

“Well, I’ve been trying to drop hints and see if maybe she’s an age regressor.” Eddie sounded so frustrated.

“Have you found anything that indicates she might be a- that?” Gareth asked, head tilted and tray pushed away from him slightly. Eddie had his undivided attention.

“Well- nothing yet really… They have stuffies on their bed… But that isn’t proof! They are super clingy when they are tired, but that isn’t anything either. I just need to find proof, like a paci or sippy or blanky…” Eddie grunted unhappily.

“So you have to snoop around their room.” The sentence was a mix of a question and statement, “OR you need to get them to regress in front of you accidentally.”

“Or that…” Eddie quieted, this time he was thinking. ‘How do I get proof of their regression?’

His thoughts were short-lived, as the table was soon swarmed by Dustin, Lucas, Jeff, Mike, and (Y/N). Jeff was carrying their trays. (Y/N) most likely almost spilled it on him earlier. They sat right next to Eddie.

“Hi, Eddie!” (Y/N) still sounded shy and like a school kid with a crush while talking to their boyfriend.

“Hey! How is my baby today?” Eddie didn’t mean to talk to them like they were little but he couldn’t help it. The way their eyes began to sparkle when he babied them and was overly affectionate, made him start to do it unconsciously.

“I’m good!” They shouted out before they realized how loud they were and whispered an apology. (Y/N) began to pull on Eddie’s sleeve to get him to lean close to listen to their murmurs, “Can you come over tonight? I’m gonna be all alone, and I don’t want to have to sleep all alone. I was left money for pizza and movies! I also have enough for snacks! Please Eds please!”

Eddie didn’t waste any time pressing his hands to their cheeks, looking into their lightly moist eyes, “Oh sweetheart, I will come over tonight. How about I drive us after school? We can stop by my house, then family video, and if you want a convenient store!”

“Really?!?” (Y/N) bounced in their seat, overjoyed. 

Eddie chuckled and kissed their forehead, “Now eat, we have class soon.”

Lunch went smoothly, the Hellfire boys mainly talked about new characters for new campaigns or about new dice. (Y/N) listening contently, and asking if they could fill out a character sheet. They were already an honorary member, however, was too nervous to play up until this point. Eddie decided they would fill the sheet later, at their home. 

Soon, the bell rang meaning lunch was over. The group split up, (Y/N) heading one way, Eddie carrying their bag along with his, and the rest of the group exploding rushing all different ways. (Y/N) had to go to their history class, while Eddie had to go to English (which was on the opposite side of the school). When they arrived, Eddies kissed (Y/N)’s forehead and stroked their cheek. Both quietly wished each other a good day and promised to meet at his van. 

(Y/N) sat next to their friend Robin, slumping in their seat. Robin was not great with social cues, but was quick to notice this and assumed the worse. Robin turned to her friend looking panicked, “Are you okay? Please tell me you aren’t slipping right now. Cause I wouldn’t know what to do or how to get you out of here without-”

“Robin, I’m fine. I’m not slipping.” (Y/N) promised turning their attention to the teacher, who was now putting on a history documentary. This class would be smooth, now to get through the other 2 classes. 

“Then what’s wrong?” Robin pushed, curious at this point. 

“I just can’t figure out if Eddie would want to take care of me when I slip, like be my caregiver… I tried to drop hints, I introduced him to Mr. snuggles and he didn’t pick up on it! So then I tried to figure out if he was a…  you know, by watching him and just seeing, ya know?” They whispered, frustration evident, “It’s just he makes me want to regress around him, how he talks to me and always makes sure I’m okay… I don’t know.”

“Maybe you need to just talk to him about it. I mean- c’mon- Eddie can’t judge you, he wouldn’t!” Robin says, “or you could snoop, that would be easier.”

“Hmmmm… He’s sleeping over tonight maybe I could snoop in his van, and then drop hints when we pick movies and snacks?”

“Good idea!”

They both dropped into a comfortable silence, learning about the renaissance through a terrible documentary. The rest of the day was a boring blur, of information and teachers’ lives. Luckily, the final bell rang, meaning it was officially the weekend. (Y/N) stopped at their locker before making their way to the parking lot. The sun blinded them as they search for Eddie’s beat up old van. It was easy to spot, especially with music blaring from inside, as Eddie made it to the van first. (Y/N) started bounding to the vehicle, their backpack bouncing against their back. Eddie spotted them as he stepped out to greet them properly.

“Hey Baby, how was your day?” Eddie asked as he wrapped his arms around their waist lifting them off the ground slightly. 

“It was good, D-” (Y/N) quickly caught their slip up and interrupted themselves, “In history, we watched a movie!” 

“Wow baby, sounds like you had quite the day! Maybe you can tell me more about it during the car ride?” Eddie smiled, walking them to the passenger seat and opening the door for them. Watched as they climbed in, in case they needed help getting situated.

“Can I pick the music?” They were met with a nod and a point to the console full of cassette tapes. Eddie walked, with a passion to the other side, not wanting to leave them in the car alone for any longer than needed.

Once sat in his seat, Eddie looked at (Y/N) digging through his music, not yet buckled in. Soon ‘Love Gun’ by KISS was playing, and Eddie was leaning over to buckle them in, before taking off (not buckling himself in). “So tell me more about your day, Prince(ss).”

“Oh! So in math, we played a quiz game, and if you got the question right, you got candy!” (Y/N) said, pulling candy out of the pocket on their bag.

“Woah, my baby is so smart! How many questions did you get right?” Eddie smiled, similarly to the Chesire Cat. 

“I got all 10 right! So I got extra for getting all of them!” The praise was nearly enough to make them slip, however they fought it off.

The pair's first stop was at Eddie’s trailer. (Y/N) stayed in the car, as requested by Eddie. They took this opportunity to snoop around his van. Opening the middle console, the console in front of them, and eyeing the back of the van: nothing. All he had in the back was a small mattress and posters, similar to his bedroom. Soon the door flung open and Eddie was throwing a duffle bag in the back, hopping in.

“Now let’s go get some movies baby,” Eddie said.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) finally asked, feeling big enough to remember their manners.

“Amazing, now that I’m with you,” Eddie replied cheekily, pulling their hand to kiss the back of it.

“I’m glad we can have a sleepover tonight…” (Y/N) said, Eddie was caught by the wording. Most teens would say ‘I’m glad you can stay over’, avoiding the word sleepover. The word feels childish and innocent.

“I am too,” Eddie wanted to say more, but they were at the store. So he decided to jump out and ignore his urge to ask stupid questions. He opened the door for (Y/N), holding their hand as they hop out as well. 

Walking into the Family Videos, they were expecting to see Steve, however, were met with Keith’s unwelcoming face. Rather than starting a conversation with the unhappy man, the pair decided to wander until they find something. The couple started in the horror section but quickly moved past it, (Y/N) not wanting to watch a scary movie while so close to slipping. Shortly they found two comedies, and a thriller, and (Y/N) grabbed a kid’s film and claimed it was their favorite as a child. 

“Hmm... I’ve never watched that, maybe we can grab a few more and watch stuff from our childhood all night?” Eddie asked gently, prompting them to grab another movie, Sleeping Beauty.

“I have some movies at home too…” (Y/N) managed to mumble out, staring at the two movies they were holding: a carebears movie and a Disney one. They wanted to giggle at the fact they were getting away with getting them on account of them being part of their childhood.

“Okay, Sweetpea,” Eddie bit his lip to stop himself from smiling too wide. This had to be a sign of them being a regressor. It just had to. 

Eddie walked them to the counter putting the five movies on it. Eddie was quick to pull out his wallet, paying to rent the movie onto his account. He wouldn’t be caught dead letting his baby pay for anything, even if he had very little money. Luckily, he had enough to pay, and even enough for some snacks for the night in also. Thank goodness for the Jocks throwing a rager the week before and going to him for… Party favors…

Eddie led (Y/N) out of the store carrying the movies for them. They assumed since his hands were full they should go and open their own door only to be met with Eddie loudly demanding they get their hands off the door handle. Once he put all the movies in one hand, he pulled open the door for them and helped them in, and placed the movies at their feet. As he walked around the van to get in, he grumbled about how they were trying to steal his job. When he finally got in he jokingly wagged his finger at them shaking his head, although laughing slightly. 

“Now, do you want to head home, or stop for snacks?” He asked, buckling up and watching as they did the same this time. 

“We can head home, we have snacks at home…” They said while smiling, “Even got your favorite!”

“Oh, did you know? Had this all planned out before you even asked me, huh?” Eddie teased, one hand moving towards them as he began to drive.

“NO! Wanted to have it for if you ever wanted to hang out!” (Y/N) giggled out as they were poked at. 

“Hm, guess I will believe you,” Eddie glanced at them. They looked slightly fidgety, gnawing at their bottom lip, “Baby, that lip isn’t food.”

The comment made them immediately stop chewing their lip. They realized how close to slipping they were, all because of how well they were being taken care of. Tonight was going to be a challenge, how were they going to stay big the rest of the night, if they couldn’t for a simple car trip. Usually, they would be able to stay big for a very long time, even when he babied them, today was different. It was like Eddie had taken everything up a notch. 

They were so deep in thought they didn’t realize Eddie got out of the car to help them out. They were startled when their door was flung open, they recovered quickly. Unbuckling themself, they turned towards the door, Eddie grabbed their waist and helped them down (You know what I’m talking about like he lifts them, and it's so cute!!!). Eddie then grabs his duffle bag and the movies.

The two walked up to the door where (Y/N) realized they have to find the key in their bag. After struggling and fumbling for way too long, they found the key ring. Unluckily, there were multiple keys on the ring, causing another struggle, this one was short-lived as Eddie took the keys and unlocked the door quickly for them.

“Thank you,” They mumbled walking in, and closing the door behind them. 

“No problem baby,” Eddie said kissing their head, dropping the keys in the bowl by the front door before following them to the living room.

Eddie was obviously snooping, looking at pictures and random nicknacks in the room. He almost bounced in joy when they pulled them towards their room, saying they want to change but don’t want to be alone. When the got to the room, he saw a (What your room looks like)  room. He was soon snooping through their dresser feeling the fabrics of their clothing, before covering by saying which they should wear as its super soft. Once (Y/N) was out of the room, just in the bathroom right next door, Eddie jumped to look in their closet and under their bed to find a “little” box.

Soon Eddie came face-to-box, with an ordinary-looking shoe box, the only shoe box in the room. With a quick glance around, he throw the box on the bed and opened it. BOOM! This is the proof he was looking for! The box contained crayons, coloring pages, and a paci (and/or chewie, depending on your little age). Too busy soaking in his find, he forgot to pay attention to the door.

(Y/N) entered the room ready to jump on their boyfriend, but was cut short by the sight of his shocked face and their secret box. They needed an excuse, he looks shocked… ‘Maybe it isn’t shock, maybe it’s disgust! SAY SOMETHING, LIE’

“What are you doing?” Was all they managed to let out, their voice caught in their throat. Eyes began to glaze with tears, regression was creeping in from the back of their mind.

“Oh, I’m just looking in your box! You draw so well Baby!” Eddie said entirely genuinely, however to them it seemed to be a taunt or tease of them.

“IT’S NOT MINE I PROMISE!” (Y/N) cried out, tears still yet to leave their eyes. They were slowly trying to back out of the room. Maybe they could run, at least then they can be free from this torture.

“Then who’s is it?” Eddie asked, smirking, too caught up to realize their distress, “Come over here.”

“N-No! Ou don like me an more!!!” They yelled, stumbling towards the stairs.

Eddie quickly realized he didn’t deal with the situation correctly, rushing to keep his little one away from the stairs. Luckily as they were partially regressed they were moving slower than he was. He caught them easily, hands catching their armpits and picking them up. Once they landed on his hip, they tried thrashing. Eddie was hit in the face once or twice before they were placed on the edge of their bed.

“Stop,” Eddie commanded. This caused their kicking and flailing to stop, but their tears continued. Their sobs ripped through his heart.

“I Sowwy!” They said wanting this to be over, wanting him to say he thought they were gross or whatever else he had to say.

“Baby, thank you for apologizing. I am sorry for scaring you, and looking in your box.” Eddie said hands stroking the sides of their face, “I’m also sorry for not realizing you were upset, I was just so excited that you were a regressor that I missed your queues!”

With big teary eyes, (Y/N) blinked in realization. Tears changed from sad to happy cries, “Weawwy?”

“Yes Baby, I am so excited to see you little and help take care of you!” Eddie said, a smile of pure joy. He quickly remembered they didn’t agree to him being their caregiver, “That is if you want me to be your caregiver?”

“YESSSS!!!! PEASE!” (Y/N) jumped on him, tears left to a sniffle.

“Good, 'cause that means I can go put on a movie for you and get some yummy food, and then take care of you all night. How about you pick a paci, stuffie, and blankie?” Eddie asked grabbing their box so they can pick a paci.

“Seep down’taiws?” (Y/N) asked, picking a paci.

“Yes, we will sleep downstairs.” Smiling as they start trying to grab blankets and pillows, “And I will get everything for our sleepover, you are far too little to carry these!”

Eyes wide, staring at their new caregiver, their hearts swell. He was so good at taking care of them, “Okie Dada!”

[amjustagirl]

Chapter 10: ashes to ashes, dust to dust

chapters: 10 / 15

pairing: miya osamu x f! reader

genre: romance / angst / fluff

word count: 5.6k

tw: death (off-screen, family member of character)

summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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His mother calls him first. 

Usually, it’d be cause for celebration, another thing to rub in ‘Tsumu’s smug face, gloat that he’s their mother’s favourite. Kaiyo would slap them around the heads if they brawl as a result, though more likely Tsumu will just send increasingly incensed texts and gifs of angry cats. But this isn’t a call he would’ve liked to receive from his mother, ever. 

“Your oto-san - ” her sentence breaks off. He can hear her sob.

In the split second it takes for his knife to hit the counter and clatter against the plate, he gathers himself, pulling himself together to whirl into action. “We’ll be there as soon as we can”, he promises, even as he’s texting Kaiyo. “Don’t worry about a thing, we’ll come over and take care of ya.”

Like a murder of crows, the entirety of the Miya clan descend on his parents’ home in Hyogo in mourning black. ‘Tsumu hasn’t said anything longer than monosyllabic grunts ever since he called him to break the news, Kaiyo huddled beside him with lips set in a straight, hard line, mentally preparing herself for the shitshow when their grandmother, the matriarch of the Miya clan shows up. Shoma’s too young to fully appreciate the gravity of the situation, but he’s even more silent than usual, holding on to his mother’s hand, and Shino’s usual chatter has slowed to a complete stop. 

They make it to Tooyoka, Hyogo just an hour before sundown. In time to accompany his father’s body back to their house, in time to spare his oba-chan the ordeal of having to pull a white sheet over her husband’s face, in time to sit by his father’s body to nod blankly and accept his neighbour’s condolences before closing the house for the night in preparation for the wake scheduled for the next day, the funeral falling on the day after.  

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

He hears that again and again and frankly, he’d like to empty his stomach out, but he has to keep it together for his oba-chan, who’s inconsolable, vacillating between crying into his father’s old coat and staring into space, and Tsumu, who still seems to be shocked into paralysis, barely going through the motions, barely noticing that things need to be done, decisions need to be made for the funeral arrangements. Especially because Oto-san is - well, he was the oldest male of the Miya clan, so everyone and their mother will turn up, and things need to be done just right - 

“Have you eaten?” 

A bowl of rice is pushed into his hands. His eyes flutter shut and he takes a breath. Even with his eyes closed, he can smell the notes of pickled ume, the salt from the furikage, the tamago already mixed in turning the rice into a pale yellow. The familiarity of these everyday ingredients eases the coil of stress and anxiety wrapping around his insides like a vice. 

He exhales. 

“Thanks, Kaiyo”, he replies, accepting the bowl gratefully. She shoots him a quick smile before flitting off to thank yet another set of neighbours or business associates for stopping by at the wake. 

His relief is short-lived. His grandmother finally arrives around noon, her arrival hampered by her age, her usual brand of assholery tempered by the face she’s lost her only son, a fate he would not wish upon anyone, but still she manages to erode his patience over the course of the day as she snaps at Shino for not greeting her respectfully enough, treats Kaiyo as if she doesn’t exist, parade both ‘Tsumu, himself and Shoma around to all their friends, and truly, truly - if it weren’t his father’s funeral, if he weren’t running on fumes at this point, taking all on all the responsibilities of an oldest son because ‘Tsumu, despite exiting the womb a mere few minutes earlier than him, is barely functioning.

“Oi”, he nudges ‘Tsumu with his foot. “Go greet our guests.”

Atsumu moves off with a grunt. Thankfully Shoma follows him like a faithful shadow, giving his guests something to be distracted with, because ‘Tsumu’s a terrible conversationalist today. Between him and Kaiyo, they barely make it to the end of the day when the night vigil begins and the entire family can head to a nearby restaurant for a meal, some respite from the endless bowing and well meant condolences from far too many people today.

At least that’s what he intended but he didn’t factor in his grandmother’s sour personality. “It’s high time for you to find some decent - ” she glares at Kaiyo from the corner of her eyes, “ - and it’s time to settle down and have children. It’s bad enough your brother only had one son. Now that your father’s gone, you really need to grow up - ”

“More tea?” Kaiyo interjects, brandishing a teapot. 

He doesn’t realise he’s gritting his teeth and clenching his fists until the table erupts in a flurry of activity because Kaiyo accidentally spills tea all over his grandmother plate with a light ‘whoops’ (accidental, his ass), ‘Tsumu plopping Shoma into his lap to placate the old lady and help her to the washroom to clean herself up, Shino leaning her head into his shoulder, proclaiming with a loud stage whisper once the hag is gone. 

“s’okay uncle ‘Samu, she’s just got piss poor manners - ”

“Language, Shin!” Kaiyo interrupts without her usual fire, pinching her daughter’s cheek with affection. “Though I suppose I know where you learnt that from - ”

“Hey, it ain’t from me”, Osamu says defensively, falling into well worn patterns.

“Tou-san said I had to clarify it ain’t from him either.”

“Sure”, Kaiyo says, crossing her arms, her stare boring holes into her husband’s retreating back. “I’m sure I believe you.”

Shoma chirps like a baby bird at this opportune moment. “Piss poor! Piss poor!” 

Kaiyo just drops her head in her hands in resignation, but his mother cracks a tiny smile at the light hearted banter. 

The mood dips again once his grandmother and ‘Tsumu rejoins them, but while she stares at him from her beady eyes, Kaiyo and Shino keep the conversation going so determinedly that she can’t get in anything more than a snide remark in sideways. They even corral the old hag between them, Shin-chan talking a mile a minute about volleyball and Ma-chan and how crap school is, it’s total shite, blithely saying things calculated to piss the old lady off even more and then responding with even more inflammatory remarks and a shite-eating grin that’s eerily reminiscent of ‘Tsumu. 

He doesn’t realise how exhausted he is because he passes out like a light when his head hits the pillow and has to be shaken awake by Kaiyo the next morning because he sleeps through all his predawn phone alarms. The only black suit he owns still has creases in it and he feels like a boy playing dress up in his father’s clothes, unused to lack of give in the stiff material as he frogmarches blearily back to the funeral parlour. 

“Would you like to pay your last respects to the deceased?” 

To the deceased. 

It’s almost as if he’s sleepwalked through the entirety of his father’s funeral, accepting the final condolences from relatives and close friends, standing dutifully as the priests chant the ceremonial sutras, burning incense as an offering. He barely even remembers the meal he had before heading down to the crematorium, only that ‘Tsumu barely got through the first sentence of the toast before breaking down into his sake, his uncles - his mother’s brothers thankfully taking over because he would’ve done the same had he been called on to eulogise his dad. 

How could he condense the man who raised him into something into mere words? The man who carried him under one arm, ‘Tsumu under the other, making airplane noises while running through their home at full speed? The man who snuck him popsicles and jellies when oba-chan had her back turned, put the best bits of food in his plate because he knew Osamu loved food more than life itself, always ate every single bite of food he cooked for him with such pride, nevermind if it were undercooked or overcooked, he’d eat it, savour it all the same. 

His mother is already weeping, trying to swallow her sobs but failing miserably, ‘Tsumu joining her, wet sniffles echoing in the funeral hall. Kaiyo’s cradling Shoma, the little boy hiding his face in the crook of her neck, her other arm tight around a crying Shino. His grandma for once shows some emotion for her only son, clutching the wooden sides of the coffin carved out of handsome chestnut wood.

The fragments of his heart are held together by a fraying string of elastic. He pulls it tighter, tighter, tighter. 

(sayonara, arigato) 

(he’s not prepared to say goodbye but he must) 

“Bye, ‘to-san’, he whispers, fingers shaking as he nestles a stalk of chrysanthemum into his father’s side. Closes his eyes briefly, says a prayer to whichever god is listening. Takes a step back, to let his obachan say her goodbyes, he and ‘Tsumu catching her between them when she stumbles back, mouth open in a silent wail. 

There is no comfort he can give her. He can only share in her grief. 

“Ma”, he says as gently as he knows how. “It’s time to go.”

She manages to nod, lets herself be steered out of the too-cold, too-big hall. 

Incense lingers as the family is ushered away. The coffin disappears into the belly of the crematorium, its eventual fate betrayed by a yellow-orange flash before metal doors clang shut. They wait, enough time passing for his obachan to regain her composure, for the children to stop hiccuping until they’re invited into a smaller, paler room where the undertakers shoot them sympathetic smiles and bid them to stand around a gleaming metal tray where grey ash and bones lie, the remnants of the man who raised him, his ‘to-san. 

For the first time in his life, Osamu hates the feel of chopsticks in his hand. 

Chopsticks are the tools of his trade, the implements he uses to savour each precious bite of food. It’s also tradition to pass the bones of the deceased between chopsticks into an urn, the reason why it’s taboo to pass food from one pair of chopsticks to the next. He has no choice though. His mother’s fingers quaver, her grip weak. His grandmother stands aside, wrinkled lip wavering. 

He pulls at the elastic band about his heart even tighter, until it trembles, too taut. It threatens to snap. 

But then it loosens, just by a millimetre. 

Kaiyo’s hand is on his shoulder. Tsumu stands beside him. He takes a steadying breath. Together, they fill the small urn up methodically, picking each fragment of bone, each piece of ash until the tray gleams. 

The urn sits heavy in his arms. 

“C’mon Okaa-san”, Osamu says. “Let’s bring ‘to-san home.”

He stays with his mother at his childhood home for the full forty nine days until it’s time for his father’s bones to be interred in the family grave. 

She needs him and he’s the only one who can stay, he reasons. Atsumu has practice and competitions to get back to, Kaiyo and the kids have work and school. All he needs to do is call Suzuki-san and ask her to keep things running on his behalf. The stores will chug on, they’ll survive him stepping away from the steering wheel to be with his mother for a couple of weeks. 

So he folds himself into the top bunk of his childhood bedroom, finding it difficult to sleep most nights because he misses the annoying thump of Tsumu’s foot against the the base of his mattress, even though he used to yell at him for that fucking annoying habit. He potters around his mother, offering to take her anywhere she wants, cooking whatever she wants, trying his best not to over-water the plants in her garden and drown them when she assigns him that chore in a transparent attempt to distract him from fussing all over her. 

It must be a family trait because he hates it when it’s directed at him.

“Have you eaten?” 

“Yes”, he replies, voice tight. “I’ve been cooking for ‘ka-san.” 

He forgets Kaiyo’s trademark stubbornness. “Hrm”, she raises a hand to his forehead, knocks as if she’s checking if there’s anyone home. “You sure you’re okay? Cos you never turn down food, ever. Did aliens abduct you? Did you have a fever that fried your brains into scrambled eggs? Cos that really doesn’t sound like the Miya Osamu I know.” 

“I’m fine”, he insists, swatting her hand away.

He’d be even more fine if they didn’t all try to fuss over him or tiptoe around him as if he’s a minefield. Kaiyo’s guilty of that when she visits during the weekend, bringing the kids to be around their grandma, and he loves her dearly but he does not want her offerings of rice and ume and furikake or limp okonomiyakis when he can whip up something better than himself. 

Still, he’s able to grit his teeth and ignore it. It’s harder to ignore his grandma who seems to have taken his presence as open season to needle him about all his shortcomings. It usually starts with a snide observation, variations of “you’re not getting any younger” before she compares him to Tsumu’s fecundity, though even that comes with the caveat “and yet he only managed one son, it must be that woman’s fault”, clucking her tongue at him when he mildly points out that “Tsumu’s the one producing the Y chromosome, not Kaiyo. So if anything you might wanna blame the output from his balls.”

Then she takes it one step further, starts bringing hapless candidates to the house, never mind they’re all still grieving, so intent on further preserving the Miya name and legacy - 

“What legacy?” he finds himself asking in the middle of one of her rants. 

“The Miya family legacy”, she replies, as if it were self-explanatory when it’s really not. “See, this is why your mother is a failure -”

“Don’t call ‘ka-san that”, he growls. 

Thankfully she takes the hint, wading towards safer waters. “Someone needs to drill into you the importance of family, young man. You need to settle down with a nice, well-mannered young lady from a good family - learn from your brother’s mistakes and pick a wife who knows how to respect her betters - ”

“Not interested”, he grounds out, but she’s on a roll today, continues undeterred.

“Nonsense”, she snaps. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re interested or not. You have a duty, young man. Your brother knew his duty and it’s time you did yours by finding someone who’s willing to put up with you before you’re too old. You might have to settle with someone around your age who’d be desperate enough not to be left over to overlook the fact that you cook for a living - ”

“Who will overlook the fact that I cook for a livin’” he echoes incredulously. “What the hell - ”

“It can’t be helped, but maybe we can hide that fact to the girl’s parents. We’ll say you’re a business owner instead. That sounds better already, doesn’t it? Otherwise, it’s embarrassing to say you stay in a kitchen all day, which family would want their daughter to marry a man like that-”

In hindsight, he should’ve stepped away at that point. His grandmother has always gotten under his nerves as a child for banning him from the kitchen and any other activity she deemed inappropriate for a boy in her antiquated mind, but he’s always kept his temper in check, determined not to be like Atsumu who loses his cool at any provocation both imagined or real. But like his ‘ka-san would say with a twinkle in her eye whenever his younger self would declare that he’s nothing like stupid ‘Tsumu, they’re two sides of the same coin. 

Fraying elastic teeters on the verge of snapping. Anger reaches a rolling boil beneath his skin. 

“Are you crazy?! You can fuck right off, don’t you dare speak to me like that -” 

She reels back as if he’s slapped her in the face. “Don’t be stupid, Osamu. Listen to me - ”

The dam holding back the roaring river of emotions in his heart breaks. 

“No”, he says, tone heated enough to raise blisters. “You listen to me. I have no interest in going along with your stupid plans to matchmake me with the daughters or nieces or cousins or god knows what of your stupid friends. ‘Cos in no world do I wanna get married like yer fuckin’ golden boy Atsumu. I’ve seen what it means to be married and I want no part of it, I don’t wanna fuckin’ screw someone else’s life up by tying them to me -” 

“Miya. Osamu.” 

He screeches to a halt. His mother’s use of his full name stops him in his tracks. It’s like one of those horror movies that Tsumu and he used to watch, both claiming not to be chickens but clutching each other and screaming at those jump scare moments (Sadako climbing out of the TV screen still makes him shiver) and he has to stamp down the urge to squeal, rotating his head slowly to the sight of his mother standing at the doorway, hands on hips. 

“Tea?” Kaiyo steps in so smoothly it feels like it’s planned, but she’s all smiles with shark-like teeth as she ushers his grandmother away with a firm grip on the old woman’s elbow, leaving him alone with his mother. 

“‘Ka-sann” he wheedles, trying to imitate ‘Tsumu’s get out of jail card when he’s in trouble, but to no avail, it’s his turn to be taken firmly about the elbow, his mother steering him in the opposite direction. He doesn’t dare ask her what punishment she might choose to rain down on his head, not that he has time for that. It seems like she’s dragging him around for all the errands left undone over the last month and a half, going to the optician to pick up a spare set of spectacles, dropping off her hearing aid for repair. 

He feels like he’s gone back in time, tagging along with his ‘ka-san after school lets out, the shopkeepers pinching his cheeks the way they used to, though now he has to bend down obligingly for them to reach him. The streets are lined with memories, his past self flitting in and out of stores, sneaking food samples from pink-cheeked obaa-chans who indulge his whims, him and ‘Tsumu chasing each other in between wooden storefronts, gorging on three scoops of ice cream after practice even though they’d be sick - 

“Do you want some, ‘Samu?” 

His mother stops in front of the ice cream store with its butt ugly cow statue looking as if it’s about to moo. He almost chokes on his breath, almost sees the reflection of your smile in the glass. 

The streets are lined with memories it seems. Ghosts peek around the corner. 

But time has passed. The seasons have changed. The trees on the street are bare, its yellow-gold foliage long gone. Neither jewelled chestnuts nor purple sweet potato ice cream are on offer. Instead, his mother buys the season’s special - burnt marshmallow and vanilla topped with yukimi daifuku, a ridiculously indulgent cup of ice cream and mochi bursting with even more ice cream. Even when he protests it’s far too cold for her to be out, she insists on walking all the way to the park to take a seat and enjoy your ice cream. 

“What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” 

Ah, here it comes, his mother’s scolding. He bows his head meekly to receive any punishment she chooses fit to mete out, muttering a penitent “I’m sorry” to soften the blow. 

It never comes. 

“I miss him.” His mother says simply before adding “your ‘to-san”, as if who she meant was ever in doubt. There’s a lump in his throat, a malignant tumour that he can’t seem to swallow down, and all he can do is respond with a ragged “yeah”. 

“Y’know we met when we were just eighteen at a birthday party one of our friend’s threw. And when I laid my eyes on him, I just knew that he was the one cos he was tall and handsome and had such beautiful, dark eyes - ”

“Not ‘cos he was the only one who helped you clean up after you knocked the birthday cake onto the floor?” 

She tweaks his nose fondly. “Who’s the one tellin’ the story?” 

Usually he’d take a leaf out of ‘Tsumu’s book and whine that he’s heard the story a thousand times before, maybe more. But he hasn’t gotten over the hollowness gnawing away at his gut like an acute hunger everytime he returns back to the family home and calls out a tadaima, only getting a muted okaerie from his mother, his father’s low baritone missing. They haven’t spoken about it much, him and his mother. He’s not sure if she wants him to bring it up. He’s not even sure he can handle his father’s name on his tongue, let alone his ‘ka-san’s reaction to his acknowledgement of the sudden void in their lives. The roof might collapse, the walls might fall in and yet they’re still tiptoeing over the fact that ‘to-san, the pillar of their family is truly, truly gone. 

So he keeps silent, soaking up the well worn story like a sponge. He knows all of it by heart, every beat of the story of his parents’ courtship - his father shyly asking his mother if he can walk her home, dates over hearty bowls of ramen and soba (he suspects that’s where his love for food is inherited from), a wedding at the same Shinto shrine ‘Tsumu and Kaiyo got married at. They’re happy enough to pop out two bouncing baby boys a few years later. 

“The light of your life”, he deadpans. “‘Specially me, not ‘Tsumu though - you should’a left him in the trash.”

“The blight of my life more like, twin bundles of trouble”, she jokes in response, a refrain he’s heard so many times, a moniker that’s well earned with their roughhousing and pranks and all-around little-boy mischief that stretches on to teenagehood and beyond, in truth. “But we were happy nonetheless, your oto-san and I. We had so many good years together, and having you boys along with us for the ride just made it sweeter.” 

“Mm”, he grunts, his throat too tight to form any coherent words. 

“You’re probably thinking that I’m being long winded with my old woman stories, but I have a point, I promise.” She sweeps her fingers through his hair, cupping his cheeks with warm palms to bring their foreheads to touch. “All your ‘to-san and I ever wanted is for you and ‘Tsumu to be happy - whatever that means. It’s been wonderful watching both of you thrive, ‘Tsumu with volleyball, you with your restaurants. But beyond that, we’ve always hoped you’d have families of your own, or at least find a partner to spend the rest of your life with, just like your father and I. ‘Tsumu had a rough time of it, we know that, but I’m glad things have settled down. Kaiyo’s good for him.”

“She’s too good for him”, he mutters, a usual gripe. 

“They’re happy now”, she says. “Your brother’s learnt his lesson, so I don’t worry so much about him anymore. But you -  I know you’re happy with your restaurants, and I’m happy that you’re happy so I’ve never pushed you like your grandma does to date and get married. If you don’t want that for yourself, that’s fine.”

Osamu snorts. “There’s a but coming, isn’t there.”

“But”, she says, the cheeky twinkle in her eye fading, her tone belying the seriousness in her gaze. “If your dad and I did anything when you boys were young to scare you off marriage and kids, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry - ”

Osamu interrupts, aghast. “What - no. No. That’s not - it’s not - that’s not true.” 

“No?” 

“No”, he stresses, spluttering. “You and ‘to-san never - I mean. It’s just - I’m just -”

“You’re just?” she prompts him gently. 

“I’m just scared”, he admits, dropping his chin onto her open palms, finding comfort in the soothing circles she rubs into his skin, just as she used to when he was a little boy and frightened of loud thunderstorms and beatings at the hands of his grandmother. “It sounds stupid but I’ve seen relationships hurt people - ‘Tsumu and Kaiyo, even Suna’s going through some shit of his own -” 

“Language”, his mother chides. 

“Sorry”, he says automatically before slumping forward, exhaling heavily. “I’m just  - it’s just scary. I see everyone around me pouring everything into another person but what if the relationship doesn’t work out? What if I turn out to be like ‘Tsumu and just wreck things for everyone involved? I don’t want that for myself. I don’t want that for anyone I care for.” 

“Oh, ‘Samu”, she says, opening the circle of her arms to draw him close. 

He resists, holding himself back. “I know I sound like a coward -”

“My boys aren’t cowards, and I’ll slap anyone who dares say otherwise.”

“With your handbag? I’d pay good money to see that.” 

“Cheeky”, his mother tugs at his ears. “But it’s only natural to be scared. Relationships, marriage - they take a lot of hard work and sometimes, things don’t always work out. I’ve seen my fair share of unhappiness too.”

“Exactly”, Osamu groans.

 “I will say this though”, she adds. “Love is worth the leap of faith, and a life ruled by fear is a life half-lived. Without taking a chance on your ‘to-san all those years ago, I wouldn’t have had decades of happiness with him and you boys. There are always going to be ups and downs, good times and bad times but if you remain frozen in place, too fearful to take that leap of faith - well, you don’t even get a chance to experience any of it - both the sweet and the bitter, the laughter and tears.

“I…never saw it that way, I guess.” 

His mother chuckles. “And I’m certain you know this for yourself. You and ‘Tsumu are my brave boys, going out into the world to chase your hearts’ desires. Setting up a restaurant with nothing but the money that was meant to go to your university fees is itself a leap of faith that you’ve already taken and it’s led to success beyond anyone’s expectations. I’m so, so proud of you and I just wish you could trust yourself a little more.”

He can almost see you out of the corner of his eye, because you’re there. Sitting on the swings, kicking your heels up to the sky. He doesn’t need to look over because he knows his past self is right beside you, stealing glances because it’s so rare to catch you with your barriers down, your face open, carefree. 

“Maybe”, he replies with a tiny quirk of his lips that she does not miss. 

“If that maybe leads to anything, be sure to tell me. You boys never call me enough, I always end up having to get news from Kaiyo, your brother’s even worse than you at using his phone -” 

“‘Ka-san I call you more than three times a week -” 

“And bring her to visit me, I’ve heard from my sources that she’s wonderful and the kids already love her -” 

“Kaiyo has a big mouth. I guess it comes with marryin’ ‘Tsumu -” 

“Miya Osamu, you’re too old to be teasing your brother.”

“Sorry, ka-san.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, be nicer to Atsumu.”

“Like hell - ” 

“Miya Osamu!” 

He and his mother go for dinner because the afternoon chills over into a windy winter’s night and it’d be an outrageous violation of human rights to have to keep on walking past a soba noodle store when your stomach is growling. So they settle down to slurp a large bowl of hand pulled noodles (truly life changing, he hears the echo of your voice), talking and swapping stories about his ‘to-san. 

It’s as if a whole boulder has been lifted off his chest because he can finally, finally grieve together with his ‘ka-san about their shared loss and not alone, sobbing into his pillow when she’s gone to bed, and he can chat with her a little more freely about the worries that plague him and well, you. Since Kaiyo’s already let the cat out of the bag and definitely not because he’s too-eager to sing your praises to his mother because her approval means the world to him. 

“I can’t wait to meet her”, she says. 

“If she accepts my apology”, he replies, because he’s not sure whether you’ll take him back when he’s thrown your affections back in your face, as polite as he tried to be - because it’s hard, turning down something his heart longs for. 

“I’m sure she will.”

He’s not so sure about that. Still, any rekindling of communications with you will have to be postponed for just a little longer because Kaiyo’s waiting at the dining table for him when they return home. His mother slips away upstairs so nimbly that he suspects that one - his mother’s claims of being a frail eldery person is absolutely false, and two -  this is a setup.

Without missing a beat and exactly before Kaiyo even opens her mouth, he does an about turn and tries to find refuge in the toilet. 

Kaiyo, undeterred, slams her fist against the door. “I cut some fruit. You might as well share it with me, you dolt.” 

Damnit. Of course she knows his soft spot. “What fruit?” 

“Persimmons, your favourite. Don't you want some?” 

She sounds far too innocent for a casual conversation but he’s hooked on the lure of perfect wedges, so brightly orange it’s almost unnatural. He takes a seat, cramming the fruit into his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss as sugar rushes down his throat. At least Kaiyo has the decency to wait until he’s halfway through the fruit before diving headfirst into dangerous territory. 

“Look ‘Samu, I’m sorry -” 

He holds up a hand that’s still dripping with juice. “I only have the stomach for one deep conversation a day. Come back another time.” 

She gapes at him. “Do I seriously have to make an appointment just so I can apologise to you?”  

He nods, trying to stuff the rest of the fruit in his mouth. When he realises he can’t stretch his mouth open wide enough, he grabs the bowl, about to make a speedy exit when he’s thwarted by her hand on his forearm. 

“‘Samu, c’mon -” 

“Please don’t apologise to me - ”

“I mean if ‘Tsumu and I are the reason -” 

He wants to hide under the table. “Can we forget you ever heard that?” 

She shoots him a look that very clearly says absolutely not. He huffs out a long suffering sigh which she takes as a signal to carry on down the path he’s trying to avoid going down. 

“I should never have involved you in our problems. ‘Tsumu and I - we should’ve sorted things out ourselves and I’m sorry for - ”

“For what?” he interrupts. “Accepting help that you need?” 

“Well - ”

“Help you needed cos you had a two year old in tow and I know if I didn’t offer to help you’d be too proud to ask and just end up movin’ back home, and that would’ve wrecked your career and life.” 

“When you put it that way…”

“Shuddup. C’mon. Eat.” He shoves the remaining pieces of fruit at her. She throws up her hands in defeat, gnawing at a persimmon wedge. He’d take the opportunity to slip away himself or at least, move on to a more innocuous topic of conversation, but she’s horrendously persistent so he just sighs again, bone weary. 

“I’d do it again. And it’s not your fault. Don’t apologise.”

“What if I get ‘Tsumu to apologise?” 

He snorts. “Hell would freeze over.” 

“Samu!”

“Freeze right over with icicles the size of his ego, maybe they’ll even squish him flat, serve him right -”

“Well, he would if I asked him too. Honestly, we didn’t know you were so affected by what happened in the past. Though I guess it’s my fault too for just assuming everything was just peachy once ‘Tsumu and I worked our shit out - ” 

“You mean when ‘Tsumu decided to screw his head back on?”

She shakes her head at him. He rolls his eyes. 

“I’m fine. Stop worryin’ about me. It’s bad enough to have ‘ka-san on my back, if you and Suzuki-san start pilin’ on my back will really break - you better get Sho-chan ready to take over my restaurants if that happens. ‘Sides, I got other things to think about instead of worrin’ about you worrin’ about me - ”

“Like calling a certain special someone?” Kaiyo grins cheekily. 

He gets the last laugh though. “Perhaps”, he says airily. Her mouth falls right open. 

“Perhaps?!” she shrieks. 

He’s quick to dodge her attempts at grabbing him for further interrogation, rounding the dining table and leaping up the stairs to the refuge of his room. He flops facefirst on the bed, drained from the emotional ordeal of the day, but strangely enough his heart is light. It no longer feels like it’s encased in ice, frozen in place. 

He reaches for his phone, taps on your number. 

“Hey, you. Can we talk?”

a/n: drop into my inbox, let me know what you think!

[astaroth1357]

How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer 

Near constantly. 

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well. 

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them. 

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes: 

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus 

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor 

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

[ggukkiereads]

Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga -  OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→  If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→  Eunoia @wishesunderthestars -  OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→  Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr.  So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k |  Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→  Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→  Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k  | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→  Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] |  Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho.  But you’re a human.  You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can.  So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→  It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→  Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie -  OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→  Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→  Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→  Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→  Jagged + Catnap  @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k |  jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→  Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7)  but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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[randynova]

Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.

She was downright terrified.

She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.

The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"

[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.

Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.

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Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.

However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.

The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.

Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.

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"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"

The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"

"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"

He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.

"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"

He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.

You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.

"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."

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Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.

As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.

But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.

He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.

Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.

Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.

Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.

If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.

If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.

Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.

By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.

Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.

Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.

At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.

He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?

After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.

It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.

In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.

Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!

However...

He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.

Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.

The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"

Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.

With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.

To say it worked was an understatement.

By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.

Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.

When was the last time you had gotten your period?

You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...

Kick. Kick.

You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...

No. No! No! No!

How didn't you notice it before!?

Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.

Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.

Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.

The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.

"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.

Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"

You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.

"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.

"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"

"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"

"No... I didn't want this...."

"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."

You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.

"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.

He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.

And he'll do anything to make it come true.

Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,

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[twinklelilstarkey]

Where is my girl, bro? - Qb!Rafe Cameron

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: Rafe is, finally, having the game that he anticipated for so long, but he can’t find you in the stands.

Warnings: Cursing? Female!Reader. Rafe being a sad boi for a few minutes. 

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Inspired by the iconic video “I can’t find my mama, bro” (but, of course, instead of mom, it’s his girlfriend)

One thing you absolutely hate but, for some reason, always happens to you is that whenever you really want or need to be somewhere at a certain time, something *always* happens and you end up being late. 

It could be for presentations, tests, and many other important things, and no matter what you do, it just happens. There’s no way to escape it.

Today is your boyfriend’s game. You never miss a game, ne-ver. And he has been telling you about it for way too long. Always saying how excited he is to play it, just so he can finally beat the guys that have been talking shit about his team nonstop for so long.

You did everything to get there in time. You left the college library early, went back to your apartment to take a shower and get ready. 

You did everything in time and still had at least twenty minutes to spear. So, with the time remaining, you calmly and slowly got onto your car and drove your way to the stadium with absolutely no worries. 

The time from your apartment to the stadium wasn’t all that much. Ten to fifteen minutes, max. Plus, the games are always a few minutes late. You were as relaxed as one can be.

But that’s when everything went to shit.

There was a car accident at one of the streets that connected to the stadium, so the road was closed. It wasn’t a big accident, just a tap that took one off the road slightly. No one was hurt, thankfully. But you had to do a whole different rout, where you were met with nothing but... traffic, of course.

Still, you didn’t stress. You still had time. Rafe didn’t have his phone on him anymore, so you couldn’t text him just to tell him know that you were on your way. But, still, you didn’t panic, yet.

It took you a good 15 minutes to get out of the traffic and get in the parking lot, to find almost no empty spots. 

But life’s still great, right?

You were able to park your car all the way in the back and as soon as you turned off the engine, your friends started blowing up your phone to say that the game has started.

You jumped out of the car, locked the doors and started running to the stadium. 

Midway through the ginormous parking lot, you remember that you left the lights of the car on. So, running back you went.

To say you were out of breath was an understatement.

You called your friends when you were able to get in the stadium (in as: ‘just walked through the door’) to see where they were seated, and you did that while walking at fast pace to the usual seats, slightly off to the left of the field, already expecting their answer.

And all you got as their answer was “our usual spot was occupied”, which made you stop walking and sigh to the ceiling, “we’re on the right, by the doors”.

And there you went again. Running like a mad woman, again, through empty hallways to the other side of the stands.

The game had been going on for a good few minutes now and Rafe was sitting on the bench, breathing a little heavy has he just left the field and his eyes study the stands.

“Where is my girl, bro?” He asks his teammate beside him.

His friend tries to help him find you, eyes scanning through the sea of college students and families, but soon enough he was called back in the game. 

Rafe’s telling himself many times that you are there and he just isn’t seeing you. 

You wouldn’t miss a game, right?

You pant as you make your way up to the stands. Your legs are starting to ache from the sudden running and jumping up stairs, and the urge to yell a ‘thank god’ when you spot your friends at the front seats and not all the way in the back is too intense for you to just not let out a whisper yell version of it.

“Finally!” Your friend says loudly over everyone’s loud excited voices.

You sit beside them, feeling exhausted, eyes already on the score board, scared to see that you missed any points, but you’re happy to see that you didn’t miss all that much.

You sip your drink excessively as you quench your thirst and your friend starts to update you on what you missed.

Rafe’s eyes go back to the stands as he makes his way back to the bench and he frowns at the fact that he can’t see you nowhere close to your usual spot. He looks through the sea of dark blue jerseys, trying to at least find his number on anyone and go on from there, but he just... can’t see you.

“Still can’t find her?” His other teammate asks.

“No, like... what the fuck?” He curses more to himself than anyone else, sad tone. “Where the fuck is she?”

He’s not cursing you, he’s cursing himself. Like what if he forgot to tell you that the game was today? He had stopped checking his phone long before the game started... what if something happen? Maybe he should’ve checked his phone earlier. 

Oh, god, where are you?

He lets himself fall back on the bench, eyes still on the stands, which almost made him trip over an helmet on the floor, but he didn’t seem to care all that much.

Your eyes stay on the field, watching the game continue as you try to cool down your warm body, nodding at your friend’s words and waving your arms around your face to seek some wind.

(...)

The game continues on, Rafe keeps on trying not to think too much about your absence on your usual seat, forcing himself to think that you have been there the whole game, and imagines you in previous games just to simulate some idea of your presence.

Everything is close to ending, his team is winning, as expected, yet he was still dragging his feet on the grass and letting his eyes stay on the ground as he walked back to the bench. 

He feels sad, this almost-win doesn’t even feel like a win. He never celebrated a home game win without you, and it’s weird to even think about it.

“Yo, Cameron!” His friend screams from a few feet away from him.

Rafe lifts his gaze from the ground, up to his friend. He has an outstretched arm, pointing at the opposite side of home team stands, the one’s he has been looking at for way too long.

Rafe’s heart speeds up for a bit as hope runs through his system and he stands up, almost running full speed to his teammate. He stands behind him to try and follow his pointed finger. His blue eyes scan the middle rows first and suddenly... he spots you.

You’re smiling at your friend, wearing his jersey, like always, shaking a cup on your hand and sipping the last drops of your drink at the bottom of the cup.

You are nowhere near where he thought you would be. Yeah, you’re on the front row but way off to the side, close to the doors that he had just walked through on the break.

How the hell didn’t he see you?

A wide smile spreads over his lips and his heart squeezes at the sight. He has never felt this much relief in his life. You’ve been here this whole time.

You’re not going to miss a home game win.

The last seconds of the game run out and the team starts celebrating as soon as the number zero hit the timer.

A heavy weight has been lifted off Rafe’s shoulders and he honestly didn’t even realize it was there until now. His smile is huge as he jumps around with his teammates while they chant whatever nonsense you always had trouble understanding a word of.

His helmet is on his hand, letting his hair flow away freely in the wind as his features twitch upwards in the happiness with the win of the game that has been on his mind for so long.

You smile from your spot on the stands, some people in the stands are just as loud as the team, jumping and dancing around. You can’t blame them, after so many weeks of both colleges fighting against one another on social media, yours can finally rub the win on their faces.

As the team separates to go to their girlfriends, boyfriends and family members, many people walk over to the railing of the stand.

Rafe walks towards you, smile as bright as ever, being highly contagious to you.

“Hi baby!” You squeal in excitement as he gets closer to you.

He answer back with a just as excited tone and cheesy nickname and comes closer to the stands. He climbs them a bit and you lean down to cup his face and give him the usual kiss after a game.

His cheeks are sweaty under your fingertips, but it’s not something you haven’t grown accustomed to.

When being able to pull away from the various pecks, Rafe helps you down the stands, almost against your will, and pulls you into a not so comfortable hug due to all the gear on him.

Yes, you, supposedly, can’t get on the field, but there’s too many people around you for anyone to notice, and other people are also doing it, so it will be impossible for someone to call you out specifically in the middle of such commotion. 

“I didn’t see you for most of the game.” Rafe tells you and you look up at him.

“I expected that. I got here late and supposedly our usual spot was taken.” You explain over the loud music.

“You were late?” He asks loudly, forced shock on his tone as he pulls a quite offended look on his face, “For my special game? How could you?”

You giggle at him and he breaks the fake expression so he can smile.

“There was traffic and the parking lot is completely full.” You explain.

“Excuses, excuses.” He says while waving his head from side to side comically, “You. little missy... for-got!”

He pokes your side with each word and you laugh at him again, loving his playful and excited mood.

“Did not do such a thing!” You say, playing along.

Rafe’s smile is wide and bright and god, you wish they could win everyday.

If it meant him stopping to worry so much about everything and just be this happy every day... Ugh, where do you sign? No matter what cost. You will sign that, god damn it.

As you’re about to pull away from your sweaty boyfriend, your friend stops you.

“Wait! Let me take picture!” She says.

You pass her your phone with the best of your ability and she takes it in her hands midair. You walk back to stand beside Rafe and wrap one of your arms around his waist, as his do the same, pulling you closer, completely against him.

Your friend takes as many pictures as she can of you two smiling, just for memories’ sake, but you, many family members and significant others, are interrupted by the usual voice saying a ‘please stay on the stands and do not step on the grass’ blah blah blah. 

“Thank you.” You thank your friend as she shows you the pictures from her place up the stands.

Rafe holds your waist close to him and, just like any other guy around him, he helps you up. But... Rafe is Rafe. He can only fight his urges to some extent.

As soon as your hands grab the top railing and you stand safely at the top, his hand lands a loud and hard smack on your ass.

God, you hate this man.

You send him a glare and the bastard sends you a cheeky toothy smile, so forced that even his eyes close with his cheeks. You shake your head in a chuckle and jump to the other side of the stands.

“Don’t take too long on the locker room!” You tell him over the loud music and he nods.

You’ll never forgive him for making you wait 2 hours for him to only say ‘Sorry, I had to enjoy the shower while we still had hot water’.

Never. You will take that with you to your grave.

“Sure thing, ma’am!” He says, playfully saluting you.

You smile down at him and take some steps back.

“Wait!” He says, hand on the air.

You walk back close to the railing and he smiles, climbing up the stands again.

“I deserve one more kiss, no?” He questions, standing right at eye level with you.

You bring his hair back, not letting it fall back on his eyes and cup his cheeks, giving him the kiss he so wanted and wasn’t able to get when you were standing beside him.

Rafe’s free hand holds you close to him by the back of your head, but you pull away quickly as soon as you feel his tongue touch your bottom lip.

“We are not doing all of that here.” You warn him.

He stares back at you.

“I’ll wait in the car.” You say, your lips hovering over his, pressing a last kiss on his lips.

He jumps back down to the grass and stares as you turn to grab your things from your seat. 

His last name is written across your back as well as his number. A dark blue jersey matching the one he is wearing right now.

Your friend stands beside you, so that the both of you can leave, and you give him a last look before he has to step away with his team and resume his celebrations while you go to the car.

He steps back from the stands, eyes on you and on his jersey. Rafe loves to see you wear it, it awakens some sort of possessiveness in him, but, god, he is dreading to take it off of you.

Is this good? Because I love the idea of qb!rafe, but I don’t know shit about American football, and wrote this on a free morning. Help.

If you guys enjoyed this, I’ll write a fic with qb!rafe and maybe some more imagines of him just being a jock...? Maybe?

[spectral-kitkat]

Miraculous Rant.

Where the hell do I begin…

Season 1:

The show was decent in season 1. Some episodes were just mindless filler and probably weren’t needed in the grand scheme of things but they helped us get introduced to the characters, we got to know the plot and the world our characters inhabit. It was good. The love story between Adrien and Marinette was cute and off to a touching and fluffy start.

Season 2:

This season was immediately better than season 1. It had character development, it went more into detail about the lore surrounding the Miraculous and we got to learn more about our characters and their families and the villian’s motives. (HM really went from “I wanna destroy the world” to “I wanna wake my wife from the coma she’s in”).

We got to see new heroes which was fun! We got new characters like Luka and Kagami.

The season finale was epic! The Miraculous team all taking down all the previous villains in the show was awesome. At the end we even got Mari kissing Adrien on the cheek. It was great! (Even though it clearly reset itself in season 3 cause it’s never mentioned again)

I really enjoyed season 2 and it’s probably my favourite out of the 4.

Season 3:

Season 3 was kinda good and kinda bad. We had some great episodes but this is where the show took the wrong turn.

Marinette lost some of her character in season 3. This was the start of her descent into being the Queen of Mary Sues. It’s also where she was crowned the Queen of Stalkers! Her character took a fucking nose dive in this season. We had so many moments that just creeped me the fuck out.

1. The ENTIRETY of Puppeteer 2 🤢🤢🤢 I could not stand that episode. When we reached the dreaded statue scene I physically had to pause it like 10 times. That scene takes about 3 minutes to watch… it took me about 20. I cringed so fucking hard because of the secondhand embarrassment I was feeling. That was not sweet, it wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t the least bit cute… it was a train wreck! It was creepy and stalkerish and it’s a wonder Adrien even spoke to her again after that atrocity!

2. LB delivering the present in Chat Blanc. Two words: STALKER BEHAVIOUR!!! I genuinely could not believe my eyes when I saw LB run her hand across everything in his room and then actually SNIFF Adrien’s pillow. Like WTF!!! 🤮 I’m pretty sure whoever was responsible for that scene clearly thought it was the equivalent of when someone gets their S/O’s jumper or something and it still smells like them. But this turned it up to the nth degree and way passed the line of sanity.

Adrien was extremely under-utilised in this season. He didn’t really do anything. The only episodes we got about him didn’t really focus on him. ‘Felix’ whilst focusing on Adrien’s family didn’t really feature him. ‘Party Crasher’ while a beautiful mess was more about Mari trying to get into the party than the party itself. ‘Chat Blanc’ again focused more on Mari trying to fix her mistake.

We got even more heroes in season 3, not in the right order but they were there. It was fun seeing everyone’s transformations.

Season 3 was also the season of destroying redemptions. The big one obviously being Chloe. Season 2 was setting up this amazing redemption for her and before it could go anywhere it was wiped off the face of the earth during the finale (and don’t worry we’ll get to that dumpster fire later). Gabriel also had any remaining sympathy ripped away from him. How did the guy who stopped Gorizilla from letting Adrien die when he only thought he was CN go from that to using his son like fucking baseball in Chat Blanc when he knew his son was CN. Like I knew you were a shit father but you still cared about Adrien in some way shape or form but after that episode I can see I was clearly mistaken!

Before we get to the finale I want to talk about probably my 2 least favourite episodes from this season: Desperada and Reflekdoll

Desperada:

I fucking hated this episode! The only good thing was Luka getting to be Viperion, other than that this episode was awful!

Marinette was a selfish cringey bitch. Completely ignoring Luka to gush about Adrien to Jagged. Brushing Luka off as soon as Adrien turns up. Immediately cuddling up to Aspik and flirting with him when she needed to focus on the akuma (something which she has told CN not to do many times before)

Adrien, I love you kid but Jesus Christ you were a dumbass in this episode! Aspik’s design was terrible! Aspik himself was awful. I know Adrien tried his best but dude you were given the Black Cat miraculous for a reason! He shouldn’t have tried to be Aspik but even when he did he should’ve called it quits after like 5 resets not 25,913 times.

The only person with a brain this episode was Luka. So well done guitar boy, gold star!

Reflekdoll:

This episode was annoying! It was basically the start of the Marinette can do no wrong streak! When they have to swap miraculous I was happy cause it meant we got to see new outfits and see how they each handle the different powers. It would also serve as a way to get LB and CN to see what their partners role is first hand. Until we actually get to it…

LadyNoire is of course amazing and needs no introduction to using this new miraculous that she’s never used before. She’s cocky and confident and basically just LB in Chat’s costume with his powers.

Mister Bug on the other hand is just useless. He struggles with this new miraculous (like anyone would!) and is stupid and goofy. He has to rely on LadyNoire to solve the lucky charm. They swapped miraculous so shouldn’t that mean that Mister Bug should get the lucky vision and the creative powers that the earrings give him.

Overall Reflekdoll is awful. It was shitty writing and the start of Adrien getting the short end of the stick.

And now the season 3 finale… Just what the fuck. That is my only reaction: what the fuck!

Chloe you poor fucking child! What did they do to you!!! So much potential SQUANDERED!!!!

What was the point in bringing in all these different superheros with unique skill sets, costumes and transformations if you were just going to immediately reveal them to the main villian so they can’t be used again. That’s stupid! If you wanted the shock value that is “Oh no HM knows some of the heroes identities!” Then keep it as only some. Have like Max, Kim and Kagami outside trying to find somewhere to hide but unfortunately they get hit. Or Nino and Alya are hiding but the windows open and they get hit. Have some of the heroes hide so they’re fine! Taking away every ally of LB and CN’s was a stupid move! (Even if they wanted Alya to become a spy have her as part of the like 4 that get revealed or something, it’s not that difficult)

Season 3 was 50/50 for me

Season 4:

So I know season 4 isn’t even halfway through yet but so much is wrong with this season already that I need to vent!

So my biggest problem with this season of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybitch and Rena Rouge, I mean Rena Furtive… shit, Chat Noir! Is that CN is basically pointless! Adrien has been flung over a rainbow and is only remembered when he’s needed as

1. Marinette’s love interest

2. Someone for LB to shout at

3. A plot device

He has basically been sidelined. Partners my ASS!!!

Adrien is being blown off by pretty much EVERYONE! It’s coming to a point where this poor sweet summer child is going to crack! And it is not gonna be pretty… I definitely feel like the writers are leading up to a big fight between CN and LB which will probably end with Chat Blanc 2.0.

I REALLY HATE MARINETTE/LADYBUG!!!! In Season 3 I said it was the beginning of her descent, well in season 4 she’s done it. She’s descended, she has hit rock fucking bottom. She is so unlikable I don’t actually care about her as a person. She has entered full blown stalker territory it’s only a matter of time before she starts killing people for even looking at Adrien! Not to mention that Miss Mary Sue here can’t do anything wrong! She never has to suffer the consequences of her actions, she is always perfect no matter what she does… it pisses me off!)

She’s the Guardian now big whoop. I know what it feels like to be stressed and under pressure so I do understand why she needed to tell someone about it all. I just don’t see why that person had to Alya! Especially considering she has someone by her side every akuma attack going through pretty much the exact same thing. I know she’s worried about CB happening again but as I said before the more she leaves him out the more she is actually pushing that to become a possibility! Plus it makes sense for them to reveal their identities now since LB is now the guardian it’s probably a good idea to know who holds the cat miraculous, she knows everyone else’s identities!

Even if she didn’t want to tell CN her identity she could still explain the situation to him. If she didn’t want to tell him anything (which she doesn’t anyway) then instead of Alya she should’ve talked to Luka! Her boyfriend for all of half an episode (thanks writers…). He’s so sweet and caring and clearly loves her so much! If she wanted someone to confide in then why not choose the person you clearly wanted to date but couldn’t because of that very reason! (Yeah I know it’s kinda a moot point now since Luka knows both identities but still). He wanted to try and comfort her so it would’ve been the perfect moment for it. That way you could still date him and he’d know why you had to suddenly leave dates halfway through! But no break the boys heart instead!

Adrien and Marinette were both such fucking idiots in the first 2 episodes. Like why would you start a relationship with someone when you know your heart isn’t in it! That’s called leading someone on and is a really shitty thing to do to someone! No wonder Kagami and Luka ended up akumatized!

Another aspect of season 4 I don’t like is Rena Furtive. Yes ok having a spy for your side is a good strategy but when said spy basically tells an important member of a duo that the 2 person job doesn’t involve them… it just really ticks me off! Alya you are the sidekick to LB and CN! Chat isn’t!

Miraculous specials:

The Miraculous World specials suck! Shanghai is better than NY but still has its problems. Both specials add nothing to the overall plot/lore of the show apart from trying to set up some weird cinematic universe…

NY special:

One of the worst things I’ve ever had to sit through! The plane scene alone I paused a few times. I want to say well done to Mari for trying to move on from Adrien (especially considering I’m pretty sure she’s dating Luka at this point) but I can’t help but think it’s just to give her character some pointless development that goes nowhere and doesn’t actually develop anything!

LB can pretty much fuck off at this point! I hate her! She put all this shit on CN (like she doesn’t know exactly how that feels). It’s like why does she get to go off on holiday but CN can’t. LB should’ve stayed in Paris for 3 reasons:

1. She’s recently become the guardian meaning it would probably be best that she stayed with the Mircle Box

2. She’s the only one who can purity the akumas

3. If she’s so sure about being the boss then she should take responsibility of Paris and the citizens.

What really pisses me off about her is what she says to CN during the big fight. “I can’t trust you”… surely you could have this conversation afterwards since you’re supposed to be focusing on taking down the villian! Plus everyone bashes Adrien for giving his miraculous up in this episode but look at it from his point of view: His partner and best friend just said she couldn’t trust him which in turn caused him to cataclysm someone and essentially kill them. That’s gonna take a toll on anyone, especially a 14 year old! He probably thought in that moment. “Ladybug needs a partner she can trust and someone who won’t mess up and kill someone. She needs a better partner.” It makes sense he renounces his miraculous! I’m just upset that in doing so he loses Plagg who is pretty much his only friend who actually understands what Adrien goes through at home.

When Uncanny gets CN to come back, LB acts like it’s not her fault in the first place that he feels inadequate! She didn’t even apologise for saying what she did! He apologised for lying about not being in Paris but nope LB wasn’t in the wrong at all and didn’t have anything to apologise for 🙄… (yes the LadyNoir hug was amazing but I just wish it was under different circumstances!)

Also are we not gonna mention Gabriel Agreste almost starting WW3??? He wanted to launch a fucking missile!!!

Shanghai:

As I said before, this special is way better for several reasons.

We got MariChat! (Best side to the love square imo). This special actually had some semblance on a plot. Fei, whilst a bit op, was a cool character. It was nice to see Wang Cheng again.

However once again there were many problems.

A big one being Marinette yet again! (What a shock! 😒 I’ll come back to this). Another was that once again HM’s motivation has changed. How is getting the Prodigious gonna help bring back Emilie??

Back to Marinette… The fact that the words “Huh?! There must be some kind of mistake! I always know what's up with Adrien! … His 5 first names and every corresponding name date, his yearly schedule, even his shoe size! If there were anything to know about him, I would know it!” come out of her mouth whilst she is flipping through his schedule that she keeps in her pocketbook is a hugh red flag!!! That is not cute or adorable! That’s messed up and Adrien needs to fucking run and maybe possibly go into witness protection… Marinette is a full blown stalker! Not to mention the GPS she has (that could just be the find my friends app on iphone but still).

It also is extremely rude of her to use not only her great uncle’s birthday but also a lie about wanting to know her Chinese heritage in order to go to Shanghai to stalk her obsession, I mean crush. This could’ve been avoided if the Dupain-Chengs were going to Shanghai for the purpose of celebrating Wang Cheng’s bday and then Adrien just so happened to be in Shanghai.

Also this means LB left Paris without telling CN! I know CN did the same but again he can’t purify the akumas. Plus he has a reason he couldn’t stay in Paris, Mari just went cause her crush did. Great guardianship there Marinette.

This was also the last time CN actually did something. Even if it was for a short while before LB and her female partner took over (the beginning of a theme…)

Other things:

There are 2 other things that I wanna say but felt they needed a separate bit.

In Furious Fu, Su-Han has a rule book that he uses to tell Marinette which rules she has broken. At the end of the episode he tells her that is she breaks 1 more rule that he will take the Miraculous and the Miracle Box off her, which fair enough but wouldn’t it be helpful to leave the rule book with her?! How can she be wary of not breaking anymore rules when she doesn’t even know what the rules are??

Now the big one: Master Fu…

Where do I even start with him. He is so fucking manipulative!! He is Asian Dumbledore!

He decides to leave these extremely powerful jewels in the hands of 13 year olds! Surely leaving the miraculous to someone in their 20s would’ve been better!

He clearly favours LB over CN even though the Ladybug and Black Cat are supposed to be partners! Wouldn’t it make sense for them both to be in contact with the guardian from the start?? He randomly started introducing rules such as if LB and CN find out each other’s identities they would lose their miraculous… what kind of bullshit rule is that? It also came out of fucking nowhere!

Final Thoughts:

But to summarise all of that: Miraculous is on quite a steep decline but I’m invested at this point and I am genuinely curious as to where the fuck this will go.

Marinette needs professional fucking help before the writers even consider canonising Adrienette cause at the moment she is not what Adrien needs!

Adrien needs to stand up for himself! He needs to pull LB to the side and tell her what he feels and what he’s going through cause he is on the precipice of a breakdown!

(Small point that’s more to do with the fandom: when searching for fanfics it’s really annoying that Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir Bashing is a tag but Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug Bashing isn’t. Why does everyone think Marinette can do no wrong???)

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning 

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad 

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you 

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength 

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests 

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic 

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff 

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time 

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village 

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person 

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive 

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg 

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no 

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point 

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so 

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it 

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion 

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty 

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait 

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way  

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent 

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself 

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise 

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you 

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex 

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts 

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice 

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with 

having a good time 

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together 

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent 

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for 

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM 

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta 

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies 

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best 

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know 

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode 

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure 

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed. 

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard 

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble 

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on 

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner 

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway 

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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Flufftober D30: Unexpected Surprise - Seonghwa

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Pairing: Seonghwa x F! Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Summary: Trying to build onto your little family of two was proving to be harder than you thought it would be. Not that you could be happy like this, but you were just waiting for that little something special.

Warnings: Themes of pregnancy, trouble getting pregnant, some crying, being taunted and somewhat harassed by family members, cursing, some themes of self doubt, throwing up/morning sickness.

Word Count: 1226

When you and Seonghwa discussed having a family you never would have thought it would become this involved. It seemed so easy for everyone else whether on tv or in real life, some of your friends already having two or three children by this point. Seonghwa's parents were not yet grandparents and they understood that you two were distraught, trying everything possible to form a little family to bring up with all the same love you held for one another. They were as supportive as you could have asked for, ever a safe haven when things once again didn't work out and you just needed to be reminded you did indeed have a family. Your parents had been great too, the problem however lay in the fact that your brother and his family had children. Children who were constantly at your parent's house and taking their time, allowing your sister-in-law the perfect knife to drive directly into your heart.

"It's really a shame you can't come to spend time with us more often. If you say you want to join, we'll plan a day somewhere other than the park where those without kids can enjoy themselves too." She started sweet before drawing blood like she always does, "I'm sure your mother isn't spending less time with you because she loves you less or anything, it's just because she's occupied with my kids now. You know how it- oh wait...my bad."

Her words made your stomach twist horribly, doubts you had about her replacing you in the family creeping in once more and practically choking the air out of you. Before you know it you were rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach, familiar hands soon pulling your hair out of your face to avoid getting nasty and rubbing soothing circles onto your back. The way your mother cared for you at this moment was oddly reminiscent of your childhood years when you'd gotten sick the same way. 

Her brows furrowed as she looked over your form concerned, “What’s wrong pumpkin? Are you feeling alright?”

You lean into her touch as she places her palm against your forehead to feel the temperature, always caring for her child no matter how grown you got. Looking up you notice your sister-in-law lurking in the background though, a mocking smirk on her face as if she’d won some prize by doing this to you. The taunting encourages you to give a small nod of your head and try to recompose yourself.

“Yeah, I’ve been a little sick lately. I’ve been so stressed though, so I was just chalking it up to that. I’m sure it’ll pass with a little bit of time.” You try to assure her with a small smile, letting her help you onto your feet again.

“That worries me more. Here, why don’t you clean up? I’m going to give Seonghwa a call. Let him take you home and maybe see about going to a doctor if that doesn’t get better.” Your mother insists, moving to leave you to clean up already, despite the fact you’re already whining in disapproval.

“He’s at work today. I don’t want to bother him.” Your complaints are muffled around the toothbrush you’re currently cleaning your mouth with, but you know they’re understood.

“If he’s a good husband then you’ll never be a bother, no matter what is going on.” Your mother insists, phone already to her ear, but she moves to whisper something before Seonghwa could pick up, “If this has been pretty consistent though you may wanna take a test.”

She throws a glance towards your stomach, before walking off with the phone pressed to her ear as Seonghwa answers. The realization dawning on you that it might not be such a bad idea. Despite your struggles to get pregnant, every doctor said there was nothing wrong, just bad luck was all. So if the symptoms were there, why not rule it out as the cause if nothing else? Your mom just having you lay down until Seonghwa could get there to pick you up, insisting on sending some green apples and crackers home with you, so that you’d have something light to eat later. 

“It’s okay mom, we got it.” You chuckle, as Seonghwa helps you get back up to walk out to the car. Seonghwa moves to buckle you in before you could even do anything, looking after you with worry after what your mother had told him. Saying his goodbyes before getting into the driver’s seat to take you home, free hand gripping yours as he drives.

“Was your sister-in-law talking shit again?” His voice is soft, thumb brushing against the back of your palm reassuringly. He’s already put the pieces together though, already knowing why you’re so upset. It causes tears to well up in your eyes as it all comes to the surface again, knowing you’re able to let it out safely with Seonghwa here.

“She makes me feel like I’m being replaced in the family sometimes. I hate it.” You hiccup between sobs, Seonghwa’s hand leaving yours to reach out and cup your cheek brushing away your tears despite his eyes staying on the road.

“I know baby, it’s just because she’s jealous though. She knows she’ll never be you, so she’s trying to make you hurt instead.” Seonghwa tries to reassure you, calm you down before your mind can ponder over things too much, and make the words swirling there settle even worse than they inevitably would. 

“I know you always say that.” Your voice betrays your words though, showing that you weren’t really taking them to heart, still mulling over the thoughts and feelings your sister-in-law managed to plant there instead.

“Should we grab something on the way home?” Seonghwa’s intentions are to get your mind off of it and onto something positive. It being something that you appreciate about him, yet at the moment wasn’t something you were in the mood for.

“I kind of just want to go home.” You take his hand in yours again, letting him hum and finish driving you back to your house. 

“I’m gonna cook something light for you, so hopefully you can get some strength back. You just go relax.” Seonghwa kisses your forehead, letting you go off to do that. Remembering your mother’s earlier words and going to take a pregnancy test. Not realizing you were gnawing on your lip, until Seonghwa came to get you to let you know food was ready, “Wait...is that a pregnancy test?”

You nod before starting to speak, “Yeah, mom thought I should take it just in case...I’m too anxious to look at the result though.” 

“Want me to do it?” He offers and when you nod again, he steps over to look at the test. Pausing for a long moment as your nerves settle into the air, before looking at you with tearing eyes holding the test up to show you two lines on the test. It was positive, it came out positive...and for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace. No longer worrying about the words anyone else had spewed at you because they didn’t matter right now all that matters was the development of this new life inside of you.

“It’s finally happening Hwa... we’re gonna have a baby.”