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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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For the meet Ugly- 13 with Danbrey?

Here you go! I went SFW on this one

13: we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine

The bus is not as fun as she remembers.

When Aubrey was a little kid, her mom would use the bus to take her to the museum or the movies or, on the best days, the magic store. Yes, the Little’s had a nice car, but her mom believed that not only was the bus better for the environment, it was a way to remember that there was nothing scary about being around people who come from all sorts of circumstances (Aubrey later learned this was due to her mom once being at a PTA meeting where hands were rung over children using public transportation being exposed to “unsavory” people).

“The world is full of all kinds of people, firebug. That’s not something to be scared of.”

She wipes her eye surreptitiously under the West Virginia sun. You’d think she’d have learned not to think about mom in public by now.

The bus line she’s using for her tour is inexplicably crowded; half these towns are on their way to being ghosts but somehow she’s always fighting for a seat. She doesn’t like her chances for this leg of the ride, since she got distracted reading about the history of Doc Martens and ended up towards the back of the line.

By some luck, there’s one seat left as she squeezes onto the bus, using her body to keep people from elbowing the fabric carrier containing Dr. Harris Bonkers, PhD. But in the time she takes to turn to sit, someone else slips into the spot, so fast it’s almost inhuman.

“Um, excuse me, but this was my seat.” She turns to confront the thief and finds herself looking at a young woman about her age, with honey-blonde hair and hazel eyes which, were she not tired and grumpy, Aubrey would have lots of compliments for.

“No, it wasn’t. I got here first. You’ll just have to stand.”

“That’d be fine if it were just me.” The bus pulls away from the curb, “but it’s bad for Dr. Harris Bonkers to be suspended for too long.” She adjusts the bunny bag, hoping his big brown eyes and wiggly nose will make her case for her.

“Awww” the blonde coos, booping him through the mesh, “don’t worry little guy, you aren’t going too far. You’ll be fine if your person stands for a little bit.”

“It’s not a little bit, it’s twelve hour trip to my next stop!”

A smile full of understated charm and triumph, “It’s thirteen to mine.”

“Aw beans.”

“......are you going to get out of my lap at any point?”

“No” Aubrey turns her head to look out the window, “this is a good seat, even if there’s someone in it. I’m staying.”

It’s not her finest moment, to be sure. But she’s tired and heartsick so she is staying in this seat, damn it. The other woman grumbles something and slumps back against the black seat.

They hit the next stop, but not enough people get off, so she stays in her mystery lady’s lap. Her seat(mate) pulls a baggie of granola from the pocket of her definitely-not-cute-at-all overalls and crunches it louder than necessary by her ear.

“Uh, your rabbit is trying to get out.”

Aubrey glances down to see the mesh front straining as Dr. Harris Bonkers attempts to reach the granola.

“Don’t beg, young man, it’s rude.”

“Can he have a piece?” She holds up a dried strawberry.

“Um, sure.” Aubrey watches as she unzips the top of the carrier and let’s the rabbit nibble the treat from her hand. Aubrey’s a little jealous.

They don’t say anything to each other, but the rabbit gets two more treats before they reach the next stop. The person who’s spent the whole trip asleep in the window seat next to them jerks awake and hurries off the bus. Aubrey scoots into it before anyone can dare challenge her.

They’ve just turned onto the highway when she says, “Thanks. For, um, for sharing your granola.”

“You’re welcome.”

“And I’m, um, I’m sorry for sitting on you.”

“Yeah that wasn’t great, but if someone was going to sit on me I’m glad it’s the cutest passenger on the bus.” She points at Dr. Harris Bonkers, but keeps her eyes on Aubrey.

“We’re both kinda tired. We had a show late last night and we’re nervous for the one tomorrow.”

“Show?”

“I’m a magician and he’s my assistant. I’m known as the Lady Flame” she snaps and finger-guns, setting off a flashpaper, “but you can call me Aubrey.”

“Ma’am, no smoking on the bus!”

“Sorry!” She calls to the driver.

“I’m Dani” the blond boops Dr. Harris Bonkers again, “whose this guy?”

“Dr. Harris Bonkers, PhD.”

“Nice to meet you, doctor.”

“Are, um, are you just traveling for fun?” She unzips the carrier enough for them both to pet him.

“Not really. I was running an, uh, an errand. I’ll be glad to get back to Kepler.” She fiddles with something in her pocket, “could I see more of your act?”

“I think that might get me thrown off the bus.”

“Don’t you have pictures?” Dani smiles.

“Oh duh, right, here, I even got someone to take some videos.” She scooches closer, Dani closing the remaining distance to rest their shoulders together. As they move through the videos, Dani is noticeably excited, even claps a few times. When Aubrey’s battery dies, they say “fuck” in sync.

“...want to play ‘I Spy?”

“Hell yeah.”

The next three hours pass in a flash, the two of them laughing and trading stories, all the while both cuddling closer to the window (to better play the game, of course).

They reach a travel hub, the driver informing everyone that they’ll leave in an hour on the dot. The two of them select a Dennys, since in Aubrey’s experience they tend to ignore her bringing in an eighteen pound rabbit.

She charges her phone while they eat, Dani getting corned beef hash, (“not as good as the one my friend makes back home”) while Aubrey has pancakes. She gets a little syrup on her cheek and nearly asks Dani to clean it off for her. With her tongue.

It’s dark when they get back to their seats, but the driver keeps the A.C cranked to the point that Aubrey is shivering. Dani pulls a shawl from her backpack, draping it around them both like a blanket as the trees become nothing more than vague shapes in the dark.

They talk about Aubrey’s tattoos, about the garden Dani has back home (“lots of veggies, you’d like that, wouldn’t you buddy?”). Last night starts catching up with Aubrey, yawns threatening to steal her attention from the way the light catches in Dani’s hair.

“Wanna see more videos?” That’s low energy flirtation, right?

“Of course.”

As she opens the videos, she hits an older album and an image of her and her mom fills the screen. She freezes, like the highbeams of the past are barrelling towards her and all she can do is watch.

“Aubrey?” Dani touches her cheek.

“Um, sorry.” She shoves the phone in the pocket of her jacket, “I, my, my mom died a little while ago. That was her. Um. I guess that was obvious. Sorry.”

Dani’s fingers find hers, interlacing them gently, “I’m so sorry, Aubrey. I...I get it. My family is, well I made some choices that mean I’ll never get to see them again. I, the reason I went on this trip was because I heard one of my brothers might have, uh, done the same thing. He hadn’t.” She sighs, “I don’t even know if they’re all still alive.”

“That sucks. This all. Fucking. Sucks.”

Dani nods, rests their heads together, “You know what doesn’t suck? Meeting you.”

“Pfffft” Aubrey smiles through her tears, hoping the joking noise will hide her blush.

Dani cups her cheeks, “I’m serious. Getting to know you feels like, like rounding a corner and seeing your house after years away. I, this is going to sound silly but please tell me you’re stopping in Kepler for a show?”

“I’m not but I, um, I guess I could still stop off there? If you really wanted me to.” Something about Dani’s smile, the warmth in her eyes, soothes her grief to sleep for now.

“I do, fireblossom, so much.”

Aubrey blushes, “Think you might be my first fan; no one else ever requests a show.”

Dani kisses her cheek, “I might even request one in private.”

“I could get into that” she yawns, “damn it, I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna keep flirting with you, cutie pie.”

Dani shifts their luggage, scoots sideways and guides Aubrey’s head down into her lap, “Get some rest, Aubrey. Just being able to look at you is enough for me.”

“Awww” Aubrey nestles against her stomach, “you’re so cute...just a...cutie...pie...zzz”

The last thing she feels is a kiss on the forehead and Dani tucking the shawl around her.

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Aubrey does not want to get off this bus; Dani is cuddled up next to her, telling her about what kind of flowers she’d grow her, when he stops come up.

“Whelp….this is me.”

Dani helps her off the bus, passing her the carrier containing a sleeping Dr. Harris Bonkers. Then she smirks, “is your balance pretty good.”

“Yeah? Wh-mmphhoh” She holds tight as Dani nearly knocks her off her feet in a kiss. She tastes like the strawberry poptart they split for breakfast and is not making it any easier to say goodbye.

“Promise you’ll come see me in Kepler?’ Dani murmurs against her lips.

“Promise.”

A kiss on the nose, then a longer one on the mouth that makes Aubrey feel like she’s going to go up flashpaper. Then Dani is gone, off towards Kepler. A town Aubrey has no knowledge of and no idea how to navigate. And she didn’t get Dani’s last name.

“Fuck.” She says to the rabbit.

The rabbit simply snuffles in reply.

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A few hours after her most catastrophic show to date and getting a gun pointed at her, Aubrey walks into Amnesty Lodge and finds a certain face, haloed with golden hair, waiting for her by the fireplace.

#Aubrey little/dani #danbrey #TAZ Amnesty #meet ugly

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trvelyans-archive · 3 years

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If anyone else – anyone, even Sally or Nick – asked you to go on a hike with them, it would be an immediate “no”.

With Gray, it’s an immediate “yes”. (Though, to be fair, he could ask you to spray paint the Chicago Bean with him before lighting it on fire, and even then, you’d only hesitate for a split second before Googling what store that sells spray paint is closest to your house). Sure, it helps that this is a walk instead of a hike, and it helps more that he drove you to the lakefront on his motorcycle, but still… Sally would get a ten-minute walk to the closest Burger King to your house and a ten-minute walk back at most, and even then, you’d probably complain a little anyway.

Though maybe you could be convinced on a night like this, considering how nice it is outside. You and Gray stopped to watch the sunset an hour ago, sitting on a bench close to the water and splitting a Diet Coke and a bag of fries (which, unfortunately, you were forced to eat without ketchup after the first half, though it helped that he fed some of them to you). Now that it’s getting dark out, the two of you have started walking back to his motorcycle to head to his place, and you occasional sneak a sideways glance at him when you can, just to admire how pretty he is with his hair all windswept.

Four years ago, on a night like this, you’d sit and watch the sunset through the kitchen window while sitting on the counter and eating a whole sleeve of stale crackers, and now you’re here strolling through a nice lakefront park, holding hands with the man you’ve been in love with for the same amount of time.

… Weird. Life can be really weird sometimes.

Gray glances over at you when he feels you looking, and you watch in real time as he starts to smile. “You look beautiful tonight,” he murmurs eventually, once he’s smiling enough that you can see his adorably perfect dimple. “Did I say that already?”

“Yes,” you say, rolling your eyes. He even had the audacity to say it after he wiped a smear of ketchup off your cheek and then stared at you adoringly for ten seconds like that was something stare-worthy.

“Well, there’s no harm in reminding you.” He tightens his grip on you and tries to pull you a little closer to him on the sidewalk. “Because I love you.”

“You’ve also said that already.”

“I know,” he replies, bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. “But it never hurts for you to hear it again.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and look away, trying to pretend that he can’t see and also isn’t smirking about how much you’re blushing.

It’s especially nice out because of how quiet the park is, you think. The couple times you’ve been here before with Nick or Sally or another one of your friends that quickly dumped you, it’s been packed bench-to-bench, but it’s practically empty tonight, save for a handful of other couples who are also wandering down the sidewalks or sitting on the grass and who very clearly do not want to leave.

(God, referring to you and Gray as a couple… also very weird.)

Eventually your path starts to curve away from the water and back towards the parking lot where there are much less people – much less light, too, with the trees on either side covering up the sky above you. You’re looking up and admiring the leaves when Gray tugs on your hand again. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You snort. “You don’t have to ask, Gray.”

“I know I don’t have to ask, but I want to.” He smiles. “It’s polite.”

That gets a smile out of you, too, and his grows a little wider when he sees it. “Just thinking,” you say, trying to go for the best enigmatic delivery you can manage.

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly willing to play along. Not that that’s a surprise – he’s usually willing to play along when you joke around with him like this, the same way you’d play along and arrange a getaway car in the event that you successfully burned down one of the most famous Chicago landmarks and weren’t immediately picked up by police. “Is there anything in particular you’re thinking about?”

Besides hypothetical arson? You turn around and look over your shoulder at the retreating backs of the elderly couple that just walked by you. They’re probably far enough away that they won’t hear you by now, unless they’re Ments with brain ranges like Nick’s (which is unlikely). “You,” you answer as you turn back around, satisfied that no one else can hear your conversation.

“Me?” Gray touches his free hand to his chest. “I’m honoured.”

“Oh, shush,” you say, shaking your head.

“I mean it,” he replies. He pulls you closer to him until you’re practically hip-to-hip and lowers his head to talk in your ear. “I like knowing you think about me, Mari.”

It’s hard to think when he’s so close to you, but you try not to let it get the best of you. “I’m thinking a lot of things about you right now,” you continue. He does dirty talk a lot better than you, but you’re working on it.

“Good things, I hope?”

He yelps when you elbow him. “Obviously.”

“Mmm. Like what?”

You glance over your shoulder again to double-check that the elderly couple is gone before giving Gray a wicked, albeit slightly self-conscious, smile. “Like how long we can make out in the park before people start yelling at us?” you answer.

He pulls you to a stop on the sidewalk, his eyes flickering to your lips a second before he leans in to kiss you – but not before you lean in to kiss him, first.

Kissing Gray is new, but it’s not weird. It’s the exact opposite of weird. He makes sure of that every time.

You shake his hand out from yours – which makes him grunt in protest, which makes you smile against his lips – and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer against you, so close that there’s barely a centimeter between your bodies. He places his hands on your waist as the kiss deepens and holds you tightly as he walks you backwards, off the path and into the trees, and you’re very glad that you came here tonight instead of some other time during the day, because not getting to do this would be a crime (and doing it then might, you know, actually be considered a crime). He grunts again as his back hits the trunk of a tree and you smile, moving your hands to cup his face, pulling him even closer to you until you can literally feel his belt buckle pressing against your stomach, so much that you’ll be shocked if it doesn’t leave an indent.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, moving away from your lips as his kisses start migrating down the line of your jaw and his hands move to the small of your back. “So perfect. So beautiful. Sometimes – you’re so beautiful – it hurts.” He stops kissing you to nip at your neck. “And you smell so good.”

“Okay, weird,” you say, as if you’re not secretly loving the praise.

“Mmm. Don’t think I didn’t see you smelling my pillows this morning.”

God - how many times has he seen you do that? “Only because –“

Whatever protest you were attempting to make dies on your lips when he kisses you again, a little more insistent and a lot more impatient than the last time.

You drag your hands down to the collar of his jacket and start walking backwards, walking until your back bumps up against a tree behind you, and Gray takes advantage of the situation by pressing the length of his body against you. “I love you,” he whispers, this time lining kisses down your other jaw as he slides his hands under your shirt. “I love feeling you against me. I love your body.”

“God, Gray…”

“What?” He pulls back from your neck, his face flushed and eyes sparkling. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Are you crazy?”

He grins and leans back in for another kiss. You don’t protest when he slides one of his hands underneath the band of your bra and thumbs at the hooks, and you especially don’t protest when he drags his other hand over your side and up your chest, cupping one of your tits in his hand and squeezing.

You moan, arching your hips against him, and he grins.

“I love the sounds you make when I touch you,” he whispers.

“I love when you touch me,” you reply, because you do.

He squeezes it again so you moan again, and then brushes his thumb over your nipple. “Good.”

This time, when he pulls away from your mouth, he starts kissing down the column of your throat, and you wind your arms around his neck to keep him steady. As you do, though, you catch sight of something behind him, and after a moment of deliberation, you tap his shoulder to try and get his attention – unfortunately for you, he’s very intensely kissing the line of your collarbone, and it takes you tugging on his hair to get him to look up.

“People are staring,” you mutter. Sure enough, the elderly couple you saw earlier is watching your make out session from the middle of the sidewalk, both of them smiling in amusement. Gray tears himself away from you to follow your eyes and then, once he spots them, goes completely still like a deer in the headlights.

He curses under his breath and then, a little louder, “uh, hello there! Don’t mind us, I’m –“

“He’s giving me CPR!”

“Yes, I’m just – what?” He whips around to look at you and stares until you eventually break down into a fit of giggles, at which point he starts laughing, too, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Ugh… I’m sorry, Mari,” he says, “I shouldn’t have let myself get so carried away.”

You shake your head, tilting your face to the ground to hide your blush as the elderly couple continues walking again. “It’s okay,” you reply. “Uh – kinda my fault, too.”

Gray sidles up close to you again, distracting himself by adjusting your shirt until it looks like you weren’t just furiously made out with. “I’m glad you stopped me,” he says once they’re out of sight. “I don’t know if I could’ve resisted you otherwise.”

You press your legs together and chew the inside of your cheek. “Uh, my pleasure,” you reply. “I mean, you’re welcome. I mean – thanks?”

He’s supposed to be the awkward one, you think miserably.

Gray laughs and leans in so he can kiss your forehead. “You’re the cutest,” he murmurs. “Also, Mari… I’ve been meaning to say thank you for coming out with me tonight. I know it’s probably not what you want to be doing on a night like this, but…”

“Are you kidding?” you ask, reaching for his hand again and twining your fingers together before you begrudgingly start to head back to the path. “Spending time with you is the only thing I wanted tonight. Well, I mean… I wish I had more ketchup for my fries, but…”

“Next time,” he promises, smiling until there are crinkles at the corner of his eyes.

“Next time,” you repeat.

An easy silence settles over the two of you as you continue back to the parking lot, and you’re back to glancing at him out of the corner of your eye again, just to make sure he’s still smiling. Just to make sure he’s still happy. You could tease him like you do with Sally when you go to Burger King, pretend that he had to drag you out here and that your feet are killing you, but you’d know it’d be about as convincing of a lie as any of his (meaning not at all).

Plus, tonight was an eye-opener. If you could make out like that in a park like this, with elderly couples walking around like they own the place, imagine what would happen if you went on a real, actual hike in the middle of nowhere?

… Your feet might actually kill you, you think, so this is good enough for now.

#HI EVERYONE I USUALLY DON'T WRITE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP FICS FOR SHIPS THAT AREN'T CANON YET BUT #I HAD BRAIN WORMS AND FINISHED THIS IN LIKE 2 HOURS SO. ENJOY THE ROTTEN FRUITS OF MY POOR LABOUR.#oc: mari #pairing: mari x gray #my writing #my ocs #mind blind #also this is rlly terrible. sorry everyone. gray is probably ooc and like it's all bad also. i say the word 'night' too many times.#enjoy anyway tho. if you want ! no pressure tho.#ANYWAY H I FEEL LIKE THE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE WORLD POSTING THIS BUT WHATEVER I GUESS #nsft

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wychive · 4 years

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𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.

pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader

genre(s) // angst, letter fic

warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking

word count // 2.0k

author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.

[10/01/14, 3:55am]

dear jinnie,

hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph) sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:

hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!

me: haha brain go brrrr

anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!

signed,

your loser,

y/n/n

[15/02/14, 12:34am]

yo heartthrob!

im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:)

signed,

your partner in crime,

y/n/n

[30/02/15, 01:29am]

jinnie-senpai~~

LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!

signed,

<your bestest friend3,

y/n

(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)

[13/04/15, 9:04pm]

hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)

i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot

signed,

your 'lover',

y/n/n

[08/06/16, 10:23pm]

hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)

this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3

what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?

signed,

your daisy,

y/n/n

[19/07/15, 01:23am]

peepee poopoo hello

heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,

also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao

signed,

your moonlight,

y/n/n

[23/07/15, 01:56am]

greetings, kind sir

lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me..

she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,

signed,

your pink lemonade,

y/n/n

[25/07/15, 03:25am]

hi there

i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.

keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie

signed,

your asswipe,

y/n

[25/07/15, 04:30am]

jinnie

it's because i love you.

signed,

your butterfly,

y/n

[??/08/??, 05:??am]

you

i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.

[??/??/15, ??:??am]

asshole.

please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people.

youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.

signed,

fuck off,

you know who i am.

[31/08/15, 03:41am]

ah, jinnie

please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.

signed,

your fuck-up,

y/n

[15/09/15, 04:59am]

jinnie

why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.

when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them.

you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog.

signed,

friend,

y/n/n

[04/02/16, 12:57am]

hey

i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine.

signed,

y/n

[06/01/20, 08:00pm]

dear hyunjin,

im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were.

sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--

it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..

it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar.

i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?

signed,

the one that loved you the most,

y/n.

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picklesmin · 3 years

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Outside A Galaxy Of My Own

(How many misadventures can one have on one planet? How many days trekked, relationships forged? How many hopeful smiles and bitter tears? How many lives lost and altered forever? (My very first fic here and Pikmin fic in general, inspired by the great @pikfic!)

Chapter 1: Dew, Spark, and Cinder

The familiar screech of horrific and yet entrancing beasts was the first thing Olimar heard as he entered the cool air of the early dawn. Even from the damp ground he stood on Olimar could see the monsters in the distance. He stretched and was actually quite certain he heard something crack. He was way too old for this.

“Another day in the grime, huh Louie? ...Louie? Louie!” Glancing over his shoulder, he was barely surprised to see his underling still there behind the glass window of the ship, crumbs on his face. “Get out here!”

Sighing as the younger Hocotation apathetically trudged out, Olimar turned the dials on the Onion and summoned pikmin from the ship’s hull. Their little comrades slid down the legs, eager to help as always.

“Morning, everyone. Sleep well?” Olimar gave the pikmin and Louie a friendly smile. “We’ve still yet to explore a certain part of the woods that I have on my map.” Pressing a button, a small pixelated map appeared on one of the many screens adorning his suit. “But luckily it’s at least close by.”

Louie bobbed his head dully, clearly oh so excited. “So I take purples and smash the creeping chrysanthemum while you harvest? Lost almost twenty yesterday.”

“Right…” Olimar’s optimism faded for a moment, a more somber one overtaking, as it did for the pikmin. The snagret had leaped out of nowhere, leaving only masacre behind and tortured screams. Just more sounds to add to Olimar’s nightmares and eternal guilt.

“That sounds good Louie.” He tried for a teasing smile. “I thought I was the Captain here.” It wasn’t quite returned, leaving the Hocotation sighing and wondering why he even bothered.

The trek wasn’t long, and the group passed the corpse of a bulborb that they ran out of time to displace before sunset. Or rather, one Olimar had to all but physically drag Louie away from cooking—and subsequently becoming a meal himself.

Hammering the hostile plant beast was easy enough, and routine even by this point. Still, Olimar found himself standing by cautiously, always waiting to see if he needed to step in. He was never sure if his concerns over his younger charge were that of being a Captain, or even of being a father.

Whistling his group away before the corpse flattened them, Olimar began to order his pikmin to the pellet posies. And...he immediately stopped.

Half their usual size and appearing frail and almost hunched over, the flowers were a baffling sight and even Louie blinked in surprise.

“Are they sick?”

Olimar felt his fear spike. Was that possible? There were so many uncharted dangers on this planet, so was there one that could poison entire gardens? Botanical threats were so many, and he already knew pikmin could become sickly and hostile. Was this only the start of a catastrophic wipe out?

Before his thoughts could terrify him further, his pikmin were already trying to destroy the flower. With just a kick the stem snapped like a stale green bean, and Olimar was too grimly fascinated to stop them.

The first clue that something was definitely different about the offspring was how each pellet only produced a single sprout, despite the colors corresponding with their onion. Olimar was nervous to make his way over, and all the more nervous to pick what appeared to be only half formed leaves.

Three baby, legitimately baby pikmin popped out.

“Captain Olimar, I sense something off about these pikmin. Some sort of deficiency is causing their suboptimal height.”

It was difficult to really focus individually on pikmin when you always had a large group, but sure enough the baby leaves really did seem to be that...babies.

“Not only that, but their leaves appear damaged or maybe even underdeveloped. Do you think the state of them has anything to do with the state their posies were found in?”

The Hocotation cast another look over his shoulder to the slightly withered looking stems. Or...what remained of them at least. They did appear so weak he was surprised they could manage to hold themselves upright.

“Peculiar,” Olimar mused with a stunned blink. “I’ve never seen such a thing...but then again, those pellet posies were incredibly small. I thought perhaps they were merely buried deep but...maybe the flowers really were stunted.”

Olimar bent down to the baby pikmin’s level and he tentatively reached towards one of their stems. With the utmost gentleness he ran a hand along the smooth leaf. It didn’t appear rough or stiff as a dry leaf would be and invoked a pleasant chitter from the pikmin. It didn’t seem to be in any pain.

But what did this mean for the pikmin then? Were they unable to ever mature? Did they not even have the same abilities their brethren did? He knew the only way to be sure of such a thing was to test that theory, but the leafs may not be able to survive the results!

“My hypothesis is that they will be generally slower than leaf pikmin as well. And leafs are already so slow! What will you use them for, Captain Olimar?”

“I…” The man blinked, at a loss. “I don’t know, actually.” It was already clear these babies wouldn’t be able to hold their own in battle. Would he, for the first time, have pet pikmin?

“Well...it’s clear that I won’t be able to have you three in combat,” he told the baby leafs. “Unless…” Perhaps he could test something.

Olimar turned back to the colony of normal sized pikmin. At the very least they didn’t appear to be viewing their new siblings with contempt. They seemed, thankfully, as accepting with the children as any.

Language barriers were always so difficult, leading to so many frustrating situations, and, unfortunately...many deaths in the field. Tapping his cheeks enough times and gesturing seemed to clue a yellow pikmin on what it was supposed to do. Although the creature certainly seemed hesitant.

“It’s alright,” Olimar assured the pikmin. “I’ll be fine, I just want to test something.”

After a moment the pikmin pressed its cheek against the other’s glove, and Olimar hissed as a powerful shock had him withdraw quickly. His pikmin shrugged apologetically.

Olimar shook his hand for a moment and then he bent down to the newly harvested yellow leaf. The tiny pikmin pressed its head against their leader’s hand as well, but Olimar was concerned when he barely felt the slightest spark. It was as weak as a static shock from a mere bedsheet.

“Hmm, quite concerning. It would appear these tiny pikmin indeed are far less stronger than the others!” the ship buzzed. “I’m unsure of what use they may be, Captain Olimar!” The machine didn’t want to say the little things were useless, but Olimar knew it was thinking it.

“I’ll...figure something out.” The Hocotation looked over to where the tiny critters were attempting to climb a berry stem. The poor little things could barely manage with their stubby legs.

Olimar looked over to Louie, who seemed to be watching the miniature pikmin as well.

“They’re small. Too small, aren’t they?”

Olimar cast Louie a wayward grin. “Oh they’ll find their place.” Hopefully not in a monster's belly.

That evening secure in his ship Olimar pulled back from an email with a fond laugh as he shook his head. His family had been quite excited by the thought of him having permanent pikmin...at least for the time being. And oh, trust his children to come up with the cutest names! The baby pikmin had crept curiously over, tilting their heads at the glowing monitor.

“Well, you three, what do you think about having your own names? Hm?” They continued looking inquisitively at him. “Dew, Spark, and Cinder.” Saying each individual name, he pointed to the corresponding pikmin. Spark of course being the yellow, Cinder the red, and Dew the blue.

Olimar gestured over to where he saw his young cohort heating up a bisque. “Dewy, and Louie!” he exclaimed, snickering at the rhyme the pikmin didn’t understand and that Louie seemed to roll his eyes at.

“You’re naming them now?” Louie asked, a brow raising. “You said that’s a bad idea. Can’t get attached.” Not that Louie had the inclination to adore the little aliens as his Captain did. He respected them and led them as Olimar did, but it was harder for the younger man to feel strong bonds so easily.

“Not all of them,” Olimar said, smile falling. He didn’t seem sure of it himself. “Just, er, these three. My children named them actually. I believe we have our first pygmy pikmin, Louie! They’re a lot more underdeveloped than the others and don’t seem like they might grow. Even their leaves are only half formed. I was thinking in time, they can help out through the ship. Or stay close to our campsite. I’ll find...something.”

He did want to find use for them, not just because it was routine for Olimar by this point, but he didn’t know what emotional depth pikmin had, let alone these three. He didn’t want them to think that he thought they were less capable. Which...was sort of true.

“Like I said, they’ll find their place.”

Louie watched the pygmies climb into his boss’s lap. “Like in your lap?” He sounded far more cautious about the situation. This planet was hostile and unforgiving and he knew at any second their new little friends could go from Olimar’s arms to a Bulbear’s stomach. And he also knew the...emotional repercussions that could have on Olimar.

The captain’s eyes were captured by the wide ones gazing up at his, and piercing into his heart. He knew what Louie was thinking, and he was thinking the same thing. Naming the pygmies...it was a very dangerous idea, but his children came up with the idea. And he couldn't just not do it.

“They’ll stay in the ship.”

Louie watched as Cinder clambered her way over to him and shook his leg as she tried to hug it. “Okay,” he shrugged.

The wide array of space at their window, Olimar peered into the black canvas littered with stars. It had been an interesting day, one he was eager to record if his exhaust allowed it. And also, if he could find time between dashing back and forth from trying to keep the pygmies from getting into mischief. It seemed that them being as different as they were made them far less inclined to listen to him. It felt like when Oliver and Lily were toddlers!

“Good night, Louie.” The captain yawned, and also pat the interior of the ship as a silent good night. He couldn’t resist a grin over at his charge resting in the other bunk. “Don’t let the bed pikmin bite.”

“Nnn….bite back,” was the only half asleep mumble he received as Louie buried deeper under his blankets.

Dew, Spark and Cinder were still at Olimar’s feet and he gestured to the cargo where the leaf children could sleep. They scurried passed him into his bunk.

“There’s barely enough room for me, you know!” he told the leaf babies as he discarded his suit in favor of some furry pajamas. He didn’t seem to have any objection to the idea however.

As Olimar tiredly lay on the bed he pushed himself up as the pygmies settled on him. They merely sat there, their cute little stems bobbing around as they looked at him with adoring eyes. Olimar felt his heart threatening to melt on him.

“You really need to stop with that before you make me adore you,” he told them, but he knew it was too late for that. “You probably can't even understand me...can you?” The three leafs tilted their heads and Olimar chuckled. “Probably not…It’s very late. You should go to sleep now,” he told the young pikmin. They curled into him like kittens and Olimar sighed. He couldn’t deny it was nice to hold someone after so many nights cold and alone.

(Hope I didn’t do too badly, still getting the world down despite my endless researching haha. We started on a cute note...but it probably won’t stay cute for long ;)

Although each chapter is a story on its own many will still have linking elements, such as Dew, Spark, and Cinder. Longer ones will also be specified in parts in the chapter title.

There will be no romance, most likely (besides Olimar’s wife), and everything will be more platonic, especially considering Louie and Olimar and Charlie and Alph, as those take on more parental dynamics here! We’ll range from super cute to super sad and everything in between. Forgive me if the formatting is off, this is my very first attempt!)

#pikmin #pikmin3 #pikmin3deluxe #olimar #pikmin 2 #haaaah hope you’re kay being tagged pikfic #if not lemmie know I love your stories smmm

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vsquadgoals · 4 years

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Settling Down (J.W) Part Two

It was around 2am when Jeff heard Alethea crying causing Milena to sleepily climb out of bed and go into the nursery to feed her. He rubbed his eyes and yawned unable to fall back asleep until she climbed back into bed about 20 minutes later. “Sorry.” She whispered cuddling into him, Jeff shook his head and wrapped his arms around her tightly holding her close. “Don’t be sorry baby.” He whispers into her hair both of them drifting back to sleep quickly. The next time Jeff heard Alethea was at 5am, he slipped out of bed careful not to wake Milena, he made his way into the nursery and scooped Alethea from her crib sitting in the rocking chair with her. Jeff rocked her slowly calming her as soon as he picked her up, once she was totally calm he decided she probably needed a new diaper, Jeff at this point was grateful that he had a niece and knew how to do this. After a few minutes Jeff sat in the rocking chair again with a now clean and fresh baby girl. He rocked her slowly putting her on his chest, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes rubbing circles on Alethea’s back. It wasn’t long before Jeff noticed she was finally back asleep, he waited a few more minutes to be sure before putting her back into her crib and returning to Milena’s bedroom. He climbed into bed carefully but unfortunately woke Milena who looked at him confused. “Is she crying?” She asks worried that she didn’t hear her daughter starting to sit up. Jeff shook his head and pulled her back onto the bed. “No, I changed her and then put her back to sleep, she’s okay.” Jeff reassured his exhausted girlfriend. Milena’s eyes got wide and she fought back tears. “You didn’t have to do that Jeff.” She says her voice cracking a little, Jeff smiles and pulls her into him again. “I know, but I wanted to. Now go back to sleep my love.” Milena pecks a few kisses on his lips before they fall back asleep again.

Since that first time Jeff slept over, he was addicted to sleeping next to her and wanted to do it every night. Jeff slept over as often as he could sometimes bringing Nerf who Alethea and Milena both loved. Jeff couldn’t get enough of his two girls; he was constantly taking pictures of Milena and Alethea usually posting them on his private story which his family and friends found to be the cutest thing. Milena and Alethea had brought out a different side of Jeff, a sweeter more loving side, having the two of them in his life had definitely calmed him down and made him much happier. Jeff’s fans have even started to notice in his videos, they also noticed Jeff looking off camera at someone with so much love in his eyes, both in his videos and his friends, they were dying to know who he was dating. Fans started noticing Milena and Alethea in the background of the group's videos, sometimes Milena and Alethea would also make an appearance in David’s vlogs, Carly and Erin also vlogged with her when the girls all went to starbucks together and did a taste testing video, Heath had also put Milena and Alethea in one of his videos when she had gone over to visit so that him and Mariah could see Alethea and spend time with her since they were so obsessed with her. Milena loved being around the group she had so much fun with them and they all loved having her and Alethea around. It was in Carly and Erin’s vlog where they all went to starbucks where fans started getting suspicious, while Erin was filming Carly giving drinks to their friends at David’s at the bottom of the screen you could see Jeff staring in the direction of where Milena had sat and his eyes didn’t leave her direction for a long time and they were full of love. Of course, these were just speculations from fans because you couldn’t see if he was actually looking at her. This didn’t stop them from screenshotting the video and tagging them in it on twitter shipping the two of them.

Milena also made quite a few of appearances on everyone’s social media stories, they were either posting pictures of her and Alethea or just Alethea while they were all out and about or even just lounging around someone’s house. Milena had also posted a few of them on her stories as well, holding Alethea or just hanging out, it was very clear to all of their fans that they were all friend’s and no one could figure out how she got introduced into their group.

Milena was hanging out at David’s with everyone and they were all sitting in the living room, Jeff had gone with Todd to pick up food for everyone, Alethea was laying in her doc a tot on the couch asleep next to Milena. “Have you seen the tweets?” Natalie asks Milena pulling her attention away from the sleeping baby. Milena nods and shrugs. “Yeah, not much we can do right?” Natalie nods “What’s keeping you guys from coming out about your relationship? I mean we can all see that this is the long hall for you guys.” Milena smiles at her, it was nice to hear that everyone could see how much her and Jeff loved each other already, even if they hadn’t said it yet. “I think I’m just scared honestly, it’s so much harder since I have Alethea. It makes people ask a lot of questions and some of them I don’t think I wanna answer.” Milena admits honestly, Natalie looks at her and sighs. “It’s unfair, Jeff is so good with her and they are like obsessed with each other, it’s just not fair that people would judge you guys and make a big deal that Alethea isn’t his.” Mariah says adding to you and Natalie’s conversation. Milena nods and sighs frowning a little. “I know. That’s what I’m scared of honestly. Jeff is so amazing with her and I honestly could cry just thinking about it, I mean her own father didn’t want anything to do with her so the fact that Jeff and her connected as soon as they saw each other makes me so happy. He loves her so much and helps me so much with her. I just know that this isn’t how everyone will see it, sometimes people just judge immediately.” Mariah leans over and wraps her arms around Milena hugging her tight. “I know, we just feel so bad that you guys have to hide it. I mean Jeff practically lives with you, he’s there every day and night.” Natalie says from across the room frowning a little at Milena. Milena shrugs “I think we’ll do it soon just because it’s getting way too hard to keep it a secret especially for you guys and everyone else’s videos, everyone has be careful what they film and say and that’s not fair. It’s also getting harder for me to vlog cause like you said Jeff is always with us now so it’s hard to vlog and not get him in the videos.” Before they could say anything else Jeff and Todd are coming into David’s their arms full of bags of food. Jeff puts the bags down in the kitchen before heading over to Milena and kissing her head. “Hi mama.” He mumbles into her hair. “Speak of the devil.” She says smiling up at him. Jeff looks down at a peacefully sleeping Alethea and smiles wide taking out his phone and taking a picture of her. “God she’s so beautiful.” He says before leaning down and kissing her head.

Jeff walks back into the kitchen on his phone posting the picture of Alethea on his story writing ‘Angel’ with a heart and tagging Milena.

He puts his phone back into his pocket before rummaging through the bag looking for his and Milena’s order. Everyone sits with each other and eating everyone talking and goofing around, some people on their phones. Thankfully Alethea doesn’t start fussing until they’re Milena is done eating. “Oh your turn.” She says as she picks up a hungry Alethea, she grabs her coverup and stands. “I’ll be back guys.” She says before going into David’s bedroom, he always let her feed Alethea in there, so she had a little privacy. Milena put the cover up around her neck sitting in the lovesac so she can look out at his view while she fed her. She cradles Alethea and starts feeding her relaxing into the giant bean bag.

Jeff is bullshitting with Todd when Heath interrupts the two of them, “Jeff, you know everyone’s blowing up over the picture you posted of Alethea on your story right?” Jeff looks at Heath and shrugs, “Whatever. I’m so tired of keeping this a secret. I love them so much and I can’t pretend that I'm just friends with her anymore.” Mariah and Natalie smile at each other before looking at Jeff. “We literally just had this conversation with Milena before you got here. She pretty much said the same thing, she’s really scared how the fans are going to react since Milena’s a mom and Alethea’s not your baby.” Natalie tells him, Jeff sighs. “I get up in the middle of the night with her and help Milena with her, I may not be her dad, but I do help take care of her and I love her as if she was my daughter. I would die for her.” Jeff tells his friends running his fingers through his hair frustrated. His friends all nod. “Milena knows how much you love them; she was telling us how grateful she is for you.” David adds looking up from his laptop where he’s editing the vlog. “Clearly you two know what the negative comments could be, so you’re prepared, but you both are tired of hiding it.” Todd says patting Jeff on his shoulder, Jeff smiles at his friends and thanks them.

Jeff peaks his head into David’s bedroom. “Can I come in?” He asks Milena who is still feeding the baby while she lays sleepily looking out the windows. Milena looks over her shoulder at Jeff and smiles nodding. Jeff walks in closing the door behind him, he places the diaper bag on the bed. “I figured you would need this after.” She smiles happily at him. “Thank you love.” Jeff sits on the floor leaning against the window so he can look at Milena. Jeff chews nervously on his lips before he speaks. “I think we should go public.” He says finally watching Milena closely trying to see her reaction. She looks over at him and bites her lip. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” She asks nervously. Jeff nods and smiles at her. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. I need everyone to know how much I love you and Alethea, plus I don’t want to hide it anymore.” Milena smiles wide at him. She holds Alethea close to her before leaning forward and kissing Jeff hard on his lips. Jeff kisses her back and smiles against her lips. “So, I guess that means you feel the same way?” he asks chuckling. Milena giggles and nods before leaning back into the lovesac. “Of course I do, the moment you showed interest in Alethea I was hooked.” She admits looking at Jeff who’s smiling from ear to ear.

Milena is burping Alethea and Jeff is handing her a clean diaper and wipes when David knocks on the door. “Are you guys okay?” He asks covering his eyes standing in the doorway. Jeff chuckles and shakes his head. “You can come in Dave; she’s just changing her diaper now.” David nods and uncovers his eyes walking into his bedroom, he sits on the bed next to Jeff. “You guys okay?” He asks and Milena looks over at him and nods smiling. “Yeah we’re great. We’re going to go public, its time.” She updates him and David smiles wide. “Thank god! Oh, that’s awesome.” David pats Jeff on the shoulder. “I’m glad you found someone man.” He says to Jeff causing him to smile. “Thanks dude.” Milena smiles and hands Alethea to Jeff who was waiting to take her from his girlfriend. Milena cleans up her stuff putting everything back into Alethea’s diaper bag. David rubs his finger over Alethea’s cheek and smiles. “Also, we love having these two around.” he says to Jeff, Milena smiles and hugs David. “Thank you, guys, for excepting us, we love you guys.”

The rest of the night is uneventful, the group plans to go to Saddle ranch to hangout and have some drinks. Milena is saying goodbye to everyone and packing up Alethea’s things while her friends passed her around giving her cuddles before they left. Jeff helped her bring everything to the car while they all said their goodbyes to her daughter. “Are you sure don’t mind me going?” Jeff asks starting her car for her. Milena wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips softly. “Go have fun baby. We will be just fine at home. You have a key so if you want to come over when you leave you are always welcome to. Nerf is already at my place so you have fun.” Jeff shakes his head smiling and leans his forehead against hers. “You��re incredible.” He pecks her lips before they head back into David’s house so she can collect her little girl. Milena took Alethea from David’s arms and said her finally goodbyes to her friends. Jeff followed her to the car and kisses Alethea what felt like a million times on her cheeks before Milena put her into her car seat and closing the car door.

Jeff opened Milena’s door for her before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her hard on her lips. Milena wraps her arms around his neck and kissed him harder running her fingers through his hair. Jeff groans against her lips as his hands slowly moving to grip her ass. Milena pulls away and bites her lip. “Go have fun.” she whispers before pecking his lips a few times. Jeff nods and kisses her neck a few times before pulling away and letting her climb into the car. He closes her door once she rolls the window down. “Hey, I’ll text you when I’m leaving and let you know when I'm on my way to you okay?” He kisses her cheek and she nods. “I love you.” Jeff says tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Milena blushes a little and leans into his touch. “I love you Jeff. Now go have fun with your friends.” Jeff nods and waves to her before heading back into David’s house.

When Milena got home, she was greeted with a very excited Nerf. Alethea thankfully stayed up through the car ride. Milena put Alethea into her swing and went into the bathroom turning on the bath making sure the temperature would be okay for the baby. She leaned down and pet Nerf who was sitting at her feet. “Hi bubba. Did you miss us?” She shut off the water once it was high enough and put Alethea’s baby tub into the warm water. While the baby was calm in her swing, she gathered Alethea’s clean diaper and pajamas putting them on the couch. Milena undressed Alethea on the couch to make it easier and bring her to the bathroom laying her in her tube. Nerf laid right next to Milena’s legs while she bathed her daughter. Milena giggles and take a picture of Nerf and sends it to Jeff but also posts it on her story tagging Jeff.

After bathing and dressing Alethea Milena feeds her for a few minutes even though she isn’t super hungry she wants her to have a full belly before she puts her to sleep. Milena puts Alethea in her stroller and covers her with a blanket, she changes into a hoodie and leggings and a pair of sneakers before putting Nerf’s harness on him and attaching his leash. She wanted to make sure he went out and went to the bathroom before she got into bed and Alethea fell asleep. Nerf happily walked next to Milena was she pushes Alethea in the stroller, they made their way down the elevator and out the front door of her apartment walking down the street. It was a nice slow walk as she let Nerf sniff around the sidewalk. It wasn’t long before Alethea was fast asleep in her stroller sucking on her pacifier. They were circling around her block when Jeff called her.

“Hi handsome.” She coos when she answers the phone. Jeff smirks to himself. “Hi mama. I’m headed your way.” He tells her and she can hear the faint sound of him driving. “Already?” She asks as she stops waiting for Nerf to do his business. “Good boy Nerfy.” Milena coos causing Jeff to chuckle. “Yeah, David got the footage he needed, and he was tired of listening to me complain about not being with you three, so he told me to leave.” Milena giggles and starts walking again. “Jeff, I told you to go have fun.” She says causing him to chuckle. “Are you outside?” He asks her confused when he hears cars passing in the distance. “Yeah I wanted to take Nerf out to go to the bathroom before I put Alethea to sleep so we’re taking a nice walk after Alethea’s bath and she’s now fast asleep and Nerf has done his business.” Jeff shakes his head. “I don’t like you being out by yourself.” He tells her causing her to shake her head. “Baby, I’m okay. We’re walking back into the building now.” “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. But I am about two minutes away so I will see you soon.” Milena smiles waiting in the lobby not wanting to lose service in the elevator. “I appreciate that baby. I’ll see you soon.” Jeff hangs up and Milena heads into the elevator and leans down petting Nerf who’s at her feet as always. “Did you enjoy your walk my love.” She coos at him scratching behind his ears.

Once inside her apartment again she removes Nerfs harness and washes her hands before picking up Alethea carefully and bringing her to her nursery and putting her into her crib putting the blanket on her rocking chair and turning on the sound machine and baby monitor. When Nerf was at the apartment she closed her nursey door just to keep him out of the room, but this didn’t stop him from sleeping right outside her door. Milena changed into a t shirt and a pair of pajama shorts before she started cleaning up the apartment a little, since having Jeff around she had less free time to clean plus she spent a lot of time with their friends. She cleans the living room and is finishing up the kitchen when Jeff walks into the apartment. She’s organizing her pantry and putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher before reloading it. Jeff scratches behind Nerfs eat greeting the happy boy before following the sounds of dishes in the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Jeff asks walking into the kitchen, Milena looks up at him and smiles. “Just getting some chores done. You’re a bit distracting so I’ve fallen behind on some stuff.” She teases starting the dishwasher and walking over to her boyfriend wrapping her arms around his neck. Jeff rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her body against his. “You’re pretty distracting yourself, have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re fucking gorgeous.” Milena’s cheeks blush and she nuzzles her face into his neck trying to hide her blushing cheeks. Jeff chuckles and kisses her head. “Let’s go to sleep.” he says into her hair.

Jeff wakes up in the middle of the night around 3am and notices that Milena isn’t in bed, it wasn’t the usual time for Alethea to wake up so he stretched his limbs before getting out of bed and heading to check on her. Jeff saw the nursey door open, so he peaked his head in to see Milena in the rocking chair feeding Alethea with her head back and eyes closed, Nerf was cuddled in her lap underneath Alethea’s butt. Jeff entered the room with a wide smile on his face, Milena looks up at him and gives her a tired smile. “Hi.” she whispers, Jeff kisses her forehead and smiles. “Hi baby. Is she okay?” He asks noticing Alethea was wide awake with tear stained cheeks while she ate. Milena sighs and shrugs. “I don’t know. She won’t sleep, she’s been up twice before this.” he could see how exhausted his girlfriend was making him frown. Once Alethea noticed Jeff in the room she stopped eating and was staring up at him. Jeff smiles at the little girl and knees down so that he’s at her level sitting on the floor in front of Milena. “Hi Angel.” He says keeping his voice low, he rubs his finger over her cheek. “What are you doing to your mommy?” He looks up at Milena who’s struggling to keep her eyes open while she watches Jeff talk to Alethea. Jeff moves Nerf off of her lap and takes Alethea from her arms as he stands again. “Go sleep baby.” he tells her pulling her from the rocking chair. Milena tries to fight him feeling back leaving him with Alethea, but Jeff puts his hand up to stop her from trying to say anything. “Go. I’ve got her, we’ll be just fine, she has a nice full belly.” Jeff says before kissing his girlfriend and guiding her out to of the nursey before closing the door behind her.

Milena climbed into bed Nerf following her snuggling with her in the bed, she fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Jeff changed Alethea’s diaper and gave her a pacifier before he sat back in the rocking chair and held her against his chest rocking her slowly. Alethea always cuddled right into Jeff’s chest and nuzzled her face into his beard, it isn’t long before she’s fast asleep and Jeff moves her into her crib. Normally Jeff would go back into Milena’s bed but since Alethea was having such a hard time staying asleep tonight instead Jeff laid on the floor using the lovesac that Milena had in the nursery as a pillow and covered himself with a blanket falling asleep pretty quickly. Jeff got up two more times with Alethea which he would give her a pacifier again, rock her in the rocking chair until she was asleep and put her back into the crib and return to his make shift bed on the floor next to her crib. It was around 9am when Milena woke up, she noticed Jeff still wasn’t in bed which she thought was weird. She climbed out of bed and made her way to her daughter’s nursery; she cracked the door quietly and peaked in seeing Jeff asleep on the floor and Alethea fast asleep in her crib. Milena smiled wide and closed the door again but not before taking a quick picture, it was too cute not to.

Milena was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for her and Jeff when Jeff came in holding a very happy Alethea who was tugging on what she could grasp of his facial hair before nuzzling her face into it. “Perfect timing.” Milena says smiling widely at Jeff. She pecks him on the lips, “Thank you for last night. You really didn’t have to do that.” Jeff shakes his head and holds Alethea tighter. “I know but I wanted too.” Milena smiles and puts two plates with eggs, home fries, and bacon on the table. “Well I made you breakfast to try and thank you.” Jeff smiles and kisses his girlfriend. “Thank you, baby. It smells amazing.” Milena took Alethea from him and kissed her cheeks. “Good morning, you’re lucky I love you, you little pain in the butt.” She says giggling and putting Alethea in her baby swing next to the table so that they both could eat their breakfast. While they ate breakfast they talked, they talked about if they wanted to post a video or if they were going to just announce it on social media. They decided that they would make a post on social media and then Milena would do a Q&A for her channel. Milena knows just the picture she wants to post of her and Jeff, she takes out her phone and sends a quick text to Mariah asking her to send her the picture she took. When Milena and Jeff were at Heath’s house visiting him and Mariah, Mariah had taken a picture of Milena and Jeff sitting on the couch both looking at Alethea with loving eyes.

It was now 11:30 and Alethea was napping, Jeff and Milena were lounging on the couch and they both had already made their announcement on their social medias and they were getting amazing feedback from their fans. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie and Milena’s nails were running up and down the back of Jeff’s neck slowly and Jeff’s hand was on her thigh rubbing the bare skin slowly with his thumb. Milena was chewing the inside of her lip trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. Jeff smirked what Milena started squirming, “You okay baby?” He asks looking over at her. She nods and blushes a little when she looks at Jeff who has a wide smirk on his face. She turns her attention back to the tv and Jeff leans over and kissing from her shoulder to her neck sucking gently causing a small whimper to leave her lips. Jeff smiles against her skin continuing to kiss and suck her neck while he squeezes her thigh. “Is this okay?” He whispers slowly moving his hand higher up her thigh. Milena nods and looks at Jeff. “Just be gentle please, it’s been a really long time.” She whispers, Jeff cups her cheek and kisses her softly on the lips. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Milena smiles again his lips before she moves so that she is straddling Jeff’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck. “I want to, so bad. Like more then you know. I’m just warning you; it’s been a long time so just be gentle please.” Jeff smirks and puts his hand on the back of her head tangling his fingers in her hair and kisses her hard his other arm wraps around her waist pulling her chest against his.

Jeff stood and carried Milena to her bedroom his hands holding her ass firmly. Jeff gently places her on the bed and climbs on top of her kissing her passionately. Milena wraps her arms around his neck again deepening the kiss running her tongue along his bottom lip causing Jeff to allow her tongue entrance and they tongues wrestled for dominance. Jeff slid his hands up her shirt detaching their lips to pull it off over her head, he slowly kissed down her neck sucking softly leaving small marks and causing Milena to moan softly. Jeff made his way down her body kissing and nibbling every once and a while, he kissed along the waist band of her shorts sending shivers over her body. Milena looked down at Jeff biting her lip as he pulls off her shorts and panties, he kisses the inside of her thighs humming happily when he sees how wet her core is. “mmm... this wet just for me?” He says before slowly licking between her folds causing Milena’s hands to go right to his hair as she tries to hold back a moan. Jeff wraps his arms around her thighs before burying his face between her legs and sucking on her clit. Milena is a moaning mess under Jeff, her fingers tangle in his hair causing Jeff to smirk before slipping a finger into her slowly making her gasp. “Fuck Jeff.” She moans as he pumps his finger in and out before adding another stretching her out a little. Milena looks down at Jeff through hooded eyes biting her lip, Jeff kisses her thighs looking into her eyes while pumping his fingers in and out. She moans and her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Feel good baby?” Jeff asks his voice deep while he nibbles on her thighs. Milena looks down at Jeff and nods trying not to moan too loud. “It feels so good.” She wines rolling her hips against his fingers.

Milena tugs on the collar of Jeff’s shirt bringing him up to her, she kisses him hard on the lips before pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it onto the floor. Jeff looks down at Milena and bites his lip. “Fuck you’re so beautiful Milena.” He whispers causing her to blush and look up at her boyfriend, she puts her hand on the back of his neck pulling his lips to hers. Milena reaches down and pushes down Jeff’s shorts and boxers before biting his lip pulling it causing him to groan. Jeff strokes himself a few times before rubbing the tip against her clit making her squirm. “Please Jeff.” She moans rolling her hips up against him trying to get some relief. Jeff smirks and continues to tease her clip with his tip. “What? What do you want babygirl?” He asks loving watching her squirm. Milena’s eyes roll back, and she moans. “I want you to fill me up.” She wines looking back at her boyfriend her lips red and swollen from her biting them and kissing him. Jeff bites his lip, he could cum from looking at her beg him alone. “Anything for you babygirl.” He says pecking her lips before he lines himself up with her entrance, he slips into her very slowly groaning. “Fuck you’re so tight.” he moans but doesn’t move yet, he stays still for a while letting her adjust. Milena nods to Jeff giving him the okay to move. Jeff attaches his lips to hers slowly thrusting in and out of her both of them moaning into each other's mouths. Milena wrapped her arms around Jeff’s torso holding him close while he picked up the pace his hips slamming into hers.

Milena’s nails were scratching down Jeff’s back throwing her head back and moaning his name, she was so tight, and he was so big it was almost throwing her over the edge. Jeff could tell she was getting close and he was too, she was so tight it was getting hard for him to keep it together. Jeff reaches down and circles her clit with his thumb and thrusts harder. Milena’s hand slaps over her mouth trying to muffle her moans causing Jeff to smirk, he moves her hand replacing it with his lips. “I’m gonna cum, Jeff.” She whispers against his lips this makes Jeff thrust into her faster. “Cum for me.” He moans attacking her lips again with his and just like that she was moaning against his lips and she was cumming and he was right with her feeling her tighten around him even more he couldn’t hold back anymore and he was cumming inside of her. Jeff leans his forehead against hers breathing heavily, Milena smiles and pecks his lips a few times trying to catch her breath as well. “Can you listen for Alethea? I just want to take a shower really fast.” She asks Jeff her voice soft and sleepy. Jeff smiles and kisses her lips. “Of course my love.”

While Milena is in the shower Jeff cleans up the living room for her and feeds Nerf who he had to force out of Milena’s bathroom. Nerf was obsessed with Milena and Alethea and was always trailing behind his girlfriend or lying next to Alethea. About 10 minutes into Milena’s shower Jeff could hear Alethea fussing which caused Nerf’s ears to perk up and him to rush to her nursey door. Jeff chuckled and shook his head going to get to baby, “Hi Angel, did you have a good nap?” he says once he opens the door and turns off her sound machine. He picks her up and kisses her cheeks clipping her pacifier to her shirt and lays her on her changing table, he talks to her in a soft voice while he changes her diaper, she looks up at him never looking away since he picked her up from her crib. Jeff loved her so much for only being in her life for such a short amount of time, he felt the connection they had as soon as he held her for the first time, and everyone could also see it.

*3 months later*

Milena and Jeff have now been dating for about 4 months and sure their relationship was moving fast but they were so happy together and truly in love, Jeff treated Milena like a queen and Alethea like a little princess. They were currently preparing to leave LA to go to NY so that Jeff’s family could finally meet Milena and Alethea, they had talked on facetime and everything, but Jeff’s mom was dying to hug Milena and snuggle little Alethea who was now 5 months old. They’re flight was at 9pm which was perfect because Alethea would sleep hopefully the whole flight and she would probably be waking up around the time that they were landing. Milena was at her apartment packing for the two of them and Jeff was at his place packing for himself and getting Nerf’s stuff together for Oscar to watch him for the 4 days that they were staying in NY. Alethea was currently laying on a blanket on the floor of her nursery doing tummy time while Milena packed things, she had to write a list of things she would need or else she would forget something. Milena had her phone set up in front of Alethea and Jeff was on facetime talking to her, he had spent the last few days at his apartment prefilming some videos so that while they were in NY he could spend time with them and his family and not have to worry about videos. “How the packing coming mama?” Jeff asks causing Milena to groan. “Not too bad, just so much stuff I have to bring. Can you tell Karyn I said thank you again for letting us use her playpen for Alethea to sleep in. That’s a huge help.” Jeff chuckles. “I’ll let her know baby. Have you packed for yourself yet?” He asks as he puts the last of his things into his suitcase and sipping it up. Milena nods even though she knows that he can’t see her. “Thankfully yes. My stuff is all done, I’m just finishing her outfits and then I'll be one cause I already have her diaper bag all set.” Jeff hums happily. “Good job mama. So, I’m gonna go bring Nerf to Oscar and then I figured we would go get dinner before we go to the airport?” Alethea babbles staring at Jeff on the phone screen while the two of them talk which causes Jeff to chuckle, Milena comes into frame and kisses Alethea’s cheek. “Yes, that sounds perfect, I’m already getting hungry, so it’ll be good timing.”

It was about an hour later when Jeff finally walked into Milena’s apartment, he didn’t see her around, so he assumed she was still in Alethea’s room. Once he rounded the corner and entered the room Alethea saw him before Milena and she squealed happily causing Jeff to chuckle. “Hello to you to Angel.” He said before leaning down to kiss Milena’s forehead before picking up Alethea who was smiling widely. “Well someone is excited to see you.” Milena said giggling as she closed the suitcase she finally finished. “Good cause the feeling is mutual. I missed you guys.” Jeff said as he nuzzled his face into Alethea’s chest causing her to giggle, Milena brought the suitcase out to the living room next to Alethea’s diaper bag. She was only bringing one large suitcase that she planned to check and Alethea’s diaper bag, she just put hers and Alethea’s stuff together since they weren’t staying for too long. Jeff followed her out to the living room and shook his head. “Are you almost ready?” Jeff asks her while Alethea sits on his hip holding onto his shirt and cuddling into him. “Yeah I just have to get the body wrap that I have to carry her through the airport, and I think that’s it.” She said before chewing her lip running through her list in her mind. “If you forget anything, we can get it while we’re in NY or the airport.” Jeff reassures her before kissing her head. “I’ll go pick up her room while you get your last-minute stuff okay?” Milena nods and smiles at him. “Thank you, baby.” She says before going into her room to gets her stuff together. Jeff goes into the nursery and picks up the blanket on the floor folding it and putting it into the basket Milena had in the corner full of blankets. He looked around the room to make sure nothing else needed to be picked up before he laid Alethea on the changing table and changed her diaper so she would be nice and clean while they had dinner.

Jeff carries Milena’s suitcase down to his car while she follows behind him with Alethea in her car seat, thankfully a company called Doona car seat that opens into a stroller. She was absolutely in love with it and so grateful, it helped with times like this when she was traveling or when she’s alone. Jeff put the suitcase in the trunk along with his before climbing into the driver seat. Jeff had bought his own mirror so that when they were in his car so, he could see Alethea and she could see him, it made her way happier while in the car. They drove to the restaurant in a comfortable silence with the music playing softly, Jeff’s right hand was intertwined with Milena’s while he drove as always. Dinner went smoothly and they were on their way to the airport. Milena was starting to get a little nervous, it was the first time Alethea was going on a plane and she was meeting Jeff’s family for the first time, it was very scary for her. Jeff noticed her sudden change in body language, her was chewing on her lip and her leg was shaking. “Hey-” He said rubbing her thigh. “What’s on your mind?” he sees her snap out of her thoughts and turn to look at him. “Just a little nervous.” She admits, her other leg bouncing now. Jeff takes her hand in his and brings it to his lips kissing it softly. “Don’t be nervous mama, I’m here if you need any help with Alethea on the plane, and my family loves you so much already there is nothing to worry about.” He kisses her hand again before placing it back on her lap. “Our situation is just so hard for people to understand sometimes so I just get nervous.” Jeff nods and glances over at her before looking back at the road as they pulled into the parking garage of the airport. “I understand, but we love each other and that’s all the matters.” Milena leans over and kisses his cheek smiling. “I love you.” She whispers against his cheek before sitting back in her seat while he finds a parking spot. “I love you too.”

Once they’re parked Milena is jumping out of the car to unload Alethea’s car seat and popping out the wheels turning it into a stroller, she wasn’t planning on keeping her in the car seat because they had to check it anyway. So, instead she was going to carry her with a body wrap that Alethea was in love with. She wrapped the body wrap around her before taking Alethea out of the car seat and putting her into the body wrap with her head against Melina’s chest. Milena took her suitcase from Jeff putting the diaper bag on top of it and Jeff closed the stroller carrying it instead to make the checking process faster. Once they were out of the parking garage and before they went into the airport Jeff stops her, “Baby, smile.” He says holding up his phone, she stops and smiles widely at Jeff while he takes a picture. “Sorry you look so beautiful I had to.” Jeff says smirking at her before they head into the airport.

It was a long 6-hour flight to NY, but Alethea did amazing, she slept almost the whole time which left her, and Jeff also get some sleep. While they were landing Milena breast fed Alethea which made the landing and takeoff much easier. Jeff was packing all of their stuff that they had spread out over their three seats during the flight. Once they were landed Jeff took out his phone and texted his sister letting her know that they have landed and to head toward the airport, she was nice enough to pick them up and bring them to his parent’s house. Alethea was apparently starving because when Milena tried to take her off the boob, she was not happy, so Milena had to feed her while they got off of the plane. Jeff held the diaper bag and rolled his suitcase next to him. “You okay mama?” He asks looking over at her as they make their way to baggage claim. Milena nods and smiles at him. “Just a little nervous, plus I don’t love feeding her in public, people usually give me shit.” She says chewing her lip nervously, she was glad to have a cover over her to cover herself. Milena of course would feed Alethea wherever she was whenever she was hungry, but she had been given a lot of dirty looks in the past for it. Jeff shook his head. “I’ll kick their ass if anyone wants to say anything.” He says causing Milena to giggle and looking at him lovingly. “I know, that’s another reason I love you.” As soon as they had all their stuff from the baggage claim the switched a now full Alethea from her mom’s arms and into her car seat. Milena made sure to cover herself before she removed the cover up and putting it into the diaper bag, Alethea was now falling asleep in the car seat. Milena looks at Jeff and bites her lip. “Welp, here goes nothing.” She says to Jeff, Jeff kisses her and smiles. “Let’s do this baby.” he says before the head out of the airport and waiting outside for Karyn to pick them up.

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Karasuno Boys Singing Headcanons!

A/n: By this point I hope that everyone has seen the masterpiece that is Sugawara’s wonderful voice actor singing Under the Sea, which has won the spot in my heart for cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I then proceeded to go off the deep end of Haikyuu voice actors singing and safe to say I was in no way disappointed, so here’s some Karasuno boys singing headcanons! If you have any requests my ask box is open 💖 enjoy!

Daichi

Is it just me or would Daichi not care if someone heard him singing

He seems like the type of person who hums all the time

Partly because it helps relax him after yelling at the team all day LMAO He doesn’t necessarily sing with lyrics every chance he gets, but when he does he’s pretty casual about it

He’ll sing in the car a lot, and it was actually the first place you heard him

Boy has a soothing playlist for school days and you always like hearing his voice when he drives you in the mornings

Will hum when you’re both doing schoolwork in his or your house

Doesn’t realize he has a good voice, so he never tries to show off all that often in front of people and thus the team has not heard him full out sing yet

So when they does hear him like, actually singing for the first time at the end of practice they’re SHOOK

Tanaka and Nishinoya instantly start spamming you with texts, asking why you hid away such a precious secret for so long

You’re sitting in the library staring at your constantly vibrating phone like ??? doesn’t he sing all the time?

When you end up texting the boys this question they go absolutely feral

At this point Daichi is losing his voice yelling at the team to calm tf down

Suga is cackling in the corner of the team gym cause he been knew

It’s absolutely chaotic literally someone come save Daichi please-

Sugawara

HAHA GET READY BOYS

Official team mom of Karasuno sings all the damn time don’t even get me started

Always humming some upbeat tune doing schoolwork, cleaning up after practice, in the car, etc.

Seriously when is this sweet baby not singing

The team is well aware of this, especially the sideline cheer squad (Yamaguchi, moi ippon nice serve!)

Tell me he does not make up rhyming cheers under his breath during matches I dare you

Will literally make up a stupid song on the spot to describe whatever he is currently doing or feeling

Hinata bathroom vibes tbh but it’s even more out of the blue

“Got an A on my exam today, and things are going my way”

“Suga, for the love of everything please stop”

“Daichi thinks I’ll listen to what he’ll say, but I’m singing more anyway”

He is always on board with karaoke whenever Karasuno has team bonding nights

One time you are invited to this by Suga himself and he gets up and starts singing a Disney song haha guess which one

And as often as the team has heard him sing mans is feeling it tonight for whatever reason and y’all can tell

You have never heard anyone sing Under the Sea so passionately before but it’s a gift and you’re not complaining

Asahi

Boy is so insecure oh my gosh please give him some support

Very shy about singing in front of anyone and everyone

The only time you’ve ever heard him sing was when you were over at his house and he was taking a shower

You had gone downstairs to get a snack from the kitchen and when you come back up he’s singing alongside one of his playlists

You don’t know if it’s because of the steam and the solid acoustics in the bathroom but he doesn’t sound half bad

You try not to startle him as soon as he gets out because you know how flustered he’d get

But then a while later while y’all are studying on his bed you just casually bring it up like ‘You have a nice voice, Asahi’ and that’s all

He’s a little shocked at first that you heard him but kind of smiles and sighs in relief because you liked his singing!! 🥺

Precious teddy bear is totally happy for the rest of the week, like that’s how much your praise means to him sdlkgjfdjsof he’s too cute

Eventually warms up to humming little tunes around you

He’s really blushy when he does but you pretend not to notice for his sake lmao

It makes you so warm inside that he feels comfortable enough to let you hear him

Ennoshita

In this house we do not sleep on Ennoshita

As much as he is the mom of the second years he will flaunt his stuff whenever he gets the chance and this is one of those times

If a generic pop song is on at literally any point in time and he hears it, damn right he’s going to sing

When it comes to singing Ennoshita is hands down the most chaotic no question about it

Sometimes he’ll actually sing a verse pretty decently

And then the next line is just the embodiment of a dumpster fire and he does not care

These are the only times that Tanaka and Noya get irritated with him and not the other way around

But Ennoshita doesn’t give a shit, he’s so cheeky

Like he’ll be walking through the mall and a banger of a song like Fergalicious comes on over the speakers? You’re done for

Even if he doesn’t know the lyrics at certain points, or deadass does not know any of them at all, he’ll just power through

If there is a sports banquet complete with dancing and music and the team attends, Ennoshita is tearing up the floor and singing his heart out

Honestly you’re a little scared to interfere cause what is he even doing-

He has made quite a few friends from opposing teams with his frankly lunatic level energy

I’m looking at you Oikawa, Tendou

Tanaka

ANIME. INTROS.

He sounds EXACTLY like that opening singer from Bungou Stray Dogs I wonder why

No but actually we all heard his little song in season one, when he’s late and walking to the gym like what a king-

In summary he is a pretty good singer

Most definitely a frequent participant during team karaoke nights and everyone enjoys his little performances

When he realizes that girls actually like guys who can sing he starts using this to his advantage

And surprisingly it ended up working

You’re out at karaoke with some friends one night and you hop outside to get some more food for your group when you hear somebody slaying Rough Diamonds; your mind instantly goes to Food Wars

It catches your interest and then you realize...this dude goes to your school? You are positively whipped

He sees you from the doorway and when he realizes you’re enjoying the song he amps it up another three notches

Achievement get: girlfriend

Karaoke dates and other such outings happen often, thank you very much

As much as he enjoys singing he does not overdo it like Ennoshita, who has been limited to three songs per night every time the group goes out, please for the sake of everyone’s eardrums

Nishinoya

As Tanaka’s best friend and as the co-president of simps everywhere, Nishinoya is another common singer during karaoke nights

Having fun and maybe picking up a cute girl at the end of it all? That’s literally his life agenda

He either goes for the badass, headbanging songs that are super energetic, or he jams out to the generic and famous pop groups’ songs

There is no in between

Noya has a slightly deeper singing voice but sometimes he’ll go for the stupid high notes for fun and just...completely fails

The fact that he has never successfully hit one of those notes doesn’t deter him in the slightest though; his goal is to get there at least once before he dies

He can sing so many popular TikTok audios and you can’t decide whether to be impressed or slightly disappointed with that fact

Noya doesn’t really sing at practice just because he’s focused, but when he’s walking home or getting food from Sakanoshita afterwards he might start randomly singing something

The type of person who has like a billion different playlists on his phone for the most obscure moods (honestly same Noya)

Like there’s one named “Bad Test Grade But I Won a Free Popsicle Kind of Feeling” don’t even ask

Will put on a concert in his room and perform a whole lineup of these songs for you

Sometimes you think it’s just so he can avoid doing schoolwork but you let him get away with it occasionally

cause you’d never tell him but it’s so entertaining and kinda hot what

Tsukishima

OH GOD THIS BOY

I swear you have tried time and time again to figure out whatever the hell kind of music he listens to with those chonky headphones of his but you have never successfully completed that mission

There are only two - count em, TWO - instances where you have ever witnessed this embodiment of a salt shaker doing anything resembling singing

Number one was a literal meme TikTok where you were using Beyond the Mysterious Beyond from Land Before Time as your audio

You didn’t expect Tsukki to recognize it at all

But he’s in the top corner of your phone screen and he is deadass LIP SYNCING EVERY WORD and you’re SENT INTO ORBIT

DOES HE STUTTER? NOPE

Should have expected that Mr. Dinosaur Obsessed would have watched Land Before Time and loved the all the bops

That video is forever saved in your drafts because he’d literally end you if that went public but you refuse to completely get rid of it

Second time, our french fry child actually sings because Yamaguchi forces him to do a song with him lmao

It only lasts for about three verses but it’s all anyone has heard from him before and is therefore a blessing from above

If anyone has heard these two singing Sarishinohara on YouTube you know what I’m talking about if not look it up it’s an absolute gift

Literal perfection in a duet like?? Everyone is depressed when they realize that Tsukki’s voice had been hidden from the world until that very moment

We will cherish this short taste of Singing! Tsukki for all time amen 😔🙏

Yamaguchi

Like Asahi, this precious bean is also shy about his singing

But he will sometimes get a burst of confidence if he’s having a really good day or if someone is singing with him

When those moments arrive they are wonderful

He sounds like an angel, not even exaggerating he’s just so pure

Has a very light tone no matter how the song originally sounds and it’s really soothing to be honest

When his little bouts of confidence wear off please for the love of God praise him in any way shape or form, it makes him feel good about himself

On team bus rides to games, he and Yachi will sometimes sing fun tunes together to calm each others’ nerves and it’s incredibly precious

Tsukki will send you videos of this pregame ritual and you have a folder reserved for them in your camera roll

Everyone say thank you Tsukki

He will sing for you if you’re feeling super down about something because he knows you love it

Never fails to calm you down and cheer you up, and Yams knows in those moments that he would gladly sing for the rest of his life if it made you smile

We stan one soft, talented bean sprout

Kageyama

Another stubborn boy when it comes to singing in front of other people

He will hum on rare occasion but don’t expect much more

You start to realize that whenever he does start humming, though, it’s always the same song, so one day you ask him about it

It’s a song his grandfather used to sing to him when he was little and he uses it to calm himself down

You almost start crying on the spot because you know how much his grandpa meant to him

Kags says there were lyrics to it but he doesn’t remember them besides a few random words scattered here and there

It becomes your personal mission to find the rest of the lyrics because you’ll be damned if your precious baby goes another day without hearing them again

Finally after countless obscure Google searches you find the song

But you don’t know how to casually bring up the fact that you had spent hours obsessively looking for them into a conversation-

So one day you’re hanging out with Kageyama, but he’s been in an awful mood all week, and you decide to start singing the song that his grandpa used to but including the lyrics

And when he recognizes the words and puts the chorus together, he instantly relaxes and starts singing it with you

He is so touched and thankful that he can finally recall the song in its entirety, and now you both sing said song to each other whenever the other is feeling down

I love him so much my heart-

Hinata

When you find out he can sing you’re absolutely floored

Literally the only time in his life that Hinata can successfully speak English words and it’s in a song? And it’s coherent?? It’s a miracle

The whole team gets on his ass about sucking at English in class but being able to obliterate those lyrics when they come up in a song and the poor tangerine gets all huffy

hE’s tRyiNg HiS bESt oKaY

His range is SO GOOD THOUGH WHAT-

You’re in the middle of a store with him and he’s been occasionally singing along to the music from the speakers and at this point you’re not even surprised at how good he sounds

But then he just starts singing in falsetto

BOI- When I say your jaw is on the floor I am not playing games

The power he holds is beyond comprehension

He’s looking at you confused like did he do something wrong?

When you proceed to flip out over how great he just sounded baby gets so embarrassed how cute

Again, one of those people who just doesn’t know their gift and it makes him even more precious

I would kill to have his capabilities like imagine the talent; if that whole volleyball thing doesn’t work out there’s also the music industry sir-

In conclusion: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS SUNSHINE A MIC THANK YOU

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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years

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Hot Chocolate (and Goddamn Marshmallows)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: ~2530

Warnings: It’s SO FLUFFY. Straight up marshmallow fluff. Just a dash of angst for seasoning. Um. No warnings that I can think of.

A/N: Thanks to @fangirlxwritesx67 for checkin it over. For @katymacsupernatural and her 6K Golden challenge! Congrats Katy!

“I fuckin’ can’t, man, I barely made it here to begin with, Baby was slippin’ all over the place,” Dean grumbles. He holds the phone awkwardly between his shoulder and his ear so that he can pour another glass of whiskey. He only has half a bottle; if he can’t get out tomorrow, he’s fucked.

Even aside from the alcohol situation, tomorrow’s Christmas Eve. He’s supposed to be at Jody’s, drinking eggnog and doing all the Hallmark bullshit with his family, but if the snow doesn’t stop early… well, fuck that, he’ll find a way. He’s gotta make it back for Christmas.

“The cabin’s still stocked from the last time we were there, right?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, I won’t starve to death, at least,” Dean says, trying to keep his voice light. It’s the truth, although the cabinets basically contain black beans, a couple packs of ramen, and some skunked beer. Dean won’t starve, but this is just not how he wanted to spend his night. This Christmas was supposed to be different.

“Still not gonna tell me what was so important up there?” Sam says.

“Nope.”

It’s his own fault, really. Sam told him about the Christmas plan a month ago. It had taken Dean a while to figure out where Mom’s stuff had been stored without Sammy realizing what he was up to, and then their last hunt took longer than they’d expected… it was just one thing after another, and he’d been in such a rush to get up here he hadn’t checked the weather forecast. Typical.

“Fuck,” Sam sighs. “It’s supposed to let up tomorrow, we’ll mount a rescue mission, okay? Donna’s got four wheel drive, I think.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean says gruffly, and he clears his throat, trying to sound cheerful. How many Christmases has he spent, now, telling Sam not to worry? It’s a Winchester family tradition. “I’ll figure something out. Give everybody hugs for me. Tell Jody she better save me some of that pork roast.”

“Love you,” Sam says quietly.

Dean kinda likes the big goddamn marshmallow who’s replaced his brother lately. Amazing what Eileen and a general lack of apocalypses have done for the kid’s temperament.

“Love ya, Sammy. See you tomorrow, one way or another. Hey, don’t do it without me, okay?”

Sam laughs at him. “Obviously. Bye, Dean.”

Dean hangs up and looks down at the little box on the table. As much as this situation fuckin’ blows, Sam’s reaction is gonna be priceless.

He opens the box again, peeking for the zillionth time before he slips it into his pocket. It’s still surreal to think about that ring on someone else’s hand. Mom stopped wearing it at some point after she came back, and Sam probably assumes it’s long gone.

He’d said something about how Eileen’s practical, they talked about it, she doesn’t want him to go out and blow a bunch of money on jewelry, they can pick out the actual bands together when it’s time… but Dean’s pretty fuckin’ excited to see the expression on his face. And hers, of course. Practical as she may be, Eileen’s a goddamn marshmallow too.

Dean’s happy for Sam, he really is. Sometimes he just feels a little lonely, watching the two of them; must be nice, having someone look at you like that. They just kinda fit. They finish each other’s fuckin’ sentences, sometimes, or sign the same things at the same time, moving in perfect unison, and Sam just smiles so much more than he used to. Dean looks at the way they are together and thinks it looks comfortable, like a warm fuzzy fuckin’ blanket, and he’s only just starting to realize that sometimes… sometimes he gets really cold, is all. Sometimes he could use a little more warm fuzzy in his life.

Like, hey, now, for example. He shivers and drains the last of his glass, pours himself a fresh one, and then he shakes off the melancholy and goes to get a fire started.

There’s no cable, or anything, but they hooked up an old DVD player to an even older TV a couple years back. Dean finds a stack of dusty DVD cases and shuffles through them, rolling his eyes at the selection. Love Actually? How the fuck did that end up here?

Or… huh. Now he thinks about it, there’s a chance he might have bought it at the dollar store, one time, while feeling mildly tipsy and severely sentimental. He also has a vague recollection of he and Sam both getting a little bit teared up while watching it. Just a little.

Dean looks down at his drink and sighs. It’s gonna be a maudlin drunk kinda night. Might as well just put on a chick flick, while he’s at it. He tops up his glass, puts in the disc, throws another log on the fire, and settles onto the massive, squashy couch.

Fuck his fuckin’ luck, seriously. There’s just this cold, dull ache in his chest that won’t seem to go away, and even though he keeps trying to tell himself that it might end up okay, the snow might stop in time, he can’t seem to shake it. Baby’s not at her best in the snow, what are the odds? He can’t ask Sam to drive however many fuckin’ hours to come pick him up, he won’t ask, and he just wishes a single damn thing would go right, for a change.

He knuckles at his eyes and pours another drink, but no matter how much whiskey he puts away, he can’t seem to warm up.

***

About an hour in, as he’s eyeing the whiskey bottle and deciding whether he should just go ahead and polish the thing off, there’s a knock on the door.

“The fuck,” Dean mutters. He’s stumbling awkwardly to his feet, reaching for the gun he’d put on the coffee table, when the door slams open, letting in a gust of freezing-cold air and a flurry of snowflakes. There’s a figure in the doorway: massive coat, bundled up, and they’re carrying two big paper bags, and Dean blinks stupidly for a second, gun still cocked.

Is that -

“Holy shit,” he blurts out. He sets the gun down and rushes to help her, but she’s already kicking the door closed behind her, setting the groceries down, and by the time he gets over there she’s unwinding the scarf from around her face so that he can see her eyes, sparkling and happy, her flushed cheeks, her bright smile.

“Good to see you, Dean,” she says, still breathless from the cold. He wraps her in a bear hug, stunned and speechless.

“Holy shit,” he says again, eventually, as she pulls away to get her gigantic puffy coat off. There are snowflakes caught in her hair and she’s beaming at him, and she laughs at his look of disbelief; she’s got the cutest fuckin’ laugh, Christ.

“Little birdy told me you might need some company,” she says. She’s giving him this impish smile and he wants to say something clever, but all he can do is wipe a hand down his face and shake his head.

“Shit, how’d you even get up here? Roads were bad when I got in.”

“Maybe for your little Baby,” she grins, shrugging off the big coat and stomping snow off her boots. “But it wasn’t a big deal for the truck. The plows will be out tonight, we can hit the road as soon as the sun’s up. I’d say let’s go now but I hate driving in the dark when it’s snowing. it’s like making the jump to hyperspace, y’know?”

Dean blinks slowly at her. “Wait, seriously?”

“You know, when the snow comes at the windshield and it looks- ”

“No, I mean, we’ll be able to get out? You’re really… you don’t have to drive me all that way, shit.”

“I mean, unless you’re set on sticking around? Got big plans?” She glances pointedly over his shoulder to where Love Actually is still playing, and Dean makes a face, but he’s so relieved he’s getting a little bit choked up.

“Options were limited.”

“Hey, you’re in luck. I came prepared.” She grabs her big puffy coat and rummages in pockets until she pulls out a DVD case. Dean’s mouth drops open.

“Die Hard? You’ve gotta be kidding me. You’re my favorite.”

She rolls her eyes and shrugs it off, but she’s bouncing on the balls of her feet a little, like she’s pleased with herself. “Here, help me with these?”

She picks up the grocery bag and brings it to the kitchen, and Dean trails after her with the second, which (judging by the clinking when he sets it on the counter) is mostly booze. She pulls out a pie, first, one of the supermarket ones in its plastic box. His stomach does a happy little flip-flop, and he has to hug her again. He wraps his arms around her from behind and squeezes hard. Her hair smells the same as he remembers.

“Did you turn into a marshmallow when I wasn’t around?” she teases, and Dean blushes.

“Guess it runs in the family,” he says quietly, laughing, and he steps away.

“Huh?

“Never mind. I might’ve had a couple drinks. Gettin’ sappy.” He leans against the counter next to her as she starts to unpack more food. “Last I saw you, you were in New York. Are you back in this neck of the woods? You shoulda called!”

“Just came back recently. I guess Jody heard through the grapevine, she’s the one who called me. My dad died,” she says matter-of-factly. “Been staying at his place trying to get everything sorted out.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

She shoots him a little sideways half-smile and pulls out a carton of eggnog, a bottle of Jack, and a bottle of peppermint schnapps. “Thanks. I don’t mind being back, mostly, but I’m glad she called. The holidays have kinda been a bummer this year.”

“I know how that goes,” Dean says wryly.

“Yeah. Nice to have something to do. When Jody found out I was gonna be alone she about had a cow, so I guess I’m having Christmas with you guys now. Anyway, I can never say no to rescuing a damsel in distress.”

She winks, and Dean’s so goddamn charmed right now it takes a second to realize she just called him a damsel.

“Hey,” he protests. He tries to look affronted, but she’s giggling, so it’s probably not working.

“Should we start with the ‘nog? Or peppermint hot chocolate?” she muses.

“Dealer’s choice.”

“Hot chocolate it is. Boil some water?”

Dean grabs the old kettle while she peers at mugs, trying to find a couple that aren’t too dusty. He sneaks a glance at her out of the corner of his eye; she’s pretty, Christ, and she’s all pink-cheeked from the cold, biting her lip absentmindedly, and… yeah. Dean maybe can’t stop staring.

She catches him looking, but she just smiles back, shy and sweet, and starts pouring hot cocoa mix into two passably clean mugs.

“You never told me what you’re doing up here,” she remarks. “Secret Christmas mission, Jody said?”

Dean fumbles for the ring box and shows her. “Had to get something out of storage.”

Her eyes go wide and shocked, and her mouth opens and closes silently for a second.

“Oh,” she says, voice strained, looking down at her hands. “I didn’t realize you were…”

“No, not for me!” he says hastily. “God, no. Not for me. For Sam.”

“Oh!” she says, high-pitched. She laughs and fidgets nervously with the sleeve of her sweater. “Oh, okay.”

Dean doesn’t think he’s imagining the look of relief on her face, and something in his chest goes all fluttery.

“I am very single,” he says, and he can’t quite manage to keep his tone casual. “Just… to make it clear.”

She nods, trying to hold back a smile, like she’s laughing at him but also maybe (hopefully) like she’s charmed at the same time.

“Good,” she says softly.

***

Dean doesn’t remember falling asleep. When he wakes up, sometime in the middle of the night, it takes him a moment to remember where he is.

He feels sorta dazed, like maybe he’s still tipsy. That’s normal enough. What’s not normal is the person next to him; they’re curled around each other, fully clothed, and she’s tucked under his arm with her hand resting on his chest. They must’ve dozed off during the movie. Dean smiles to himself.

The fire’s mostly embers at this point, and he should get up, put a log on, before it dies completely. Maybe he should just go to his room, too; find her a blanket and then give her some space. That’d be the gentlemanly thing to do.

He takes a second to breathe, first. There’s something so perfect about the moment. He wants to memorize the way she feels, curled against his side, the way they fit together, the way her hair smells, the way her breath tickles his neck when she exhales. He feels boneless and heavy-limbed, like he could melt into the couch cushions, but there’s this tightness in his chest, the knowledge that he should enjoy this while he can, because it won’t last. It never does.

He’s careful when he gets up, trying to slip away without disturbing her, and he’s quiet as he stokes the fire. When it’s blazing again, he grabs a big quilt from the back of a chair and covers her up, tucking her in gently. He turns to head to bed.

“Hey, wait,” she murmurs sleepily.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Where’re you going?” she asks. When he looks back, the fire is illuminating the adorable grumpy pout on her face, and she’s all sleepy-eyed and pillow-creased and fucking gorgeous.

Dean shrugs.

“Come back?” she asks.

He slides under the quilt, and she snuggles close. When she tilts her face up to look him in the eye, her skin glows orange-gold in the firelight. She leans in slow, pausing just before their lips meet, and when they kiss Dean feels it through his entire body, liquid heat curling out to his toes. Her mouth is soft, and she makes this sweet, happy sound when he sucks on her lower lip; it makes his head spin, and he cups her cheek in one hand, feels her velvety skin under his fingers.

Her lashes flutter when she pulls back, her eyes still half-closed.

“Go to sleep, Dean,” she whispers. “We’ve got a long drive in the morning.”

She fits herself against his side, nuzzling into his neck, sighing contentedly, and he strokes her hair until her breathing evens out again.

He likes the way she fits in his arms, and he likes the sweet smell of her hair all mixed in with the woodsmoke. He likes the weight of her on his chest and the heat of her body against his, the way she’s wrapped around him, the way she’s half draped over him like a living blanket.

Warm and fuzzy, he thinks, and he’s smiling as he falls asleep.

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ponkho · 3 years

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I am sorry for all the asks and you can pick which ones you would like to do BUT: from the soft apprentice ask, 2, 3, 13, 29 and 34 for all your OCs? ❤️

Hello hello! I'll do only 4 because inspiration is running low but the babies need content lol, hope you don't mind

2 - what's their favorite comfort food that they eat when they're sad?

Adrianne: whenever she's sad she'll eat raw meat, no, I'm not joking. She's a mermaid what did you expect? Her favorite raw meat in particular are tuna, it reminds her of her mother and her going to hunt and bringing home some tuna for the family, even though she doesn't remember who her family was, she knows it's a happy memory so it ends up making her more calm.

Petunia: her comfort food is in fact stew. It's like a warm hug on a difficult time and it's easy to make! She knows one of her parents used to make that whenever she was sad or stressed, so she liked to have a little pot of stew and a spoon on her bag just in case she gets overwhelmed.

Dakota: Dakota's comfort food is chocolate cookies. He hates to admit that he likes it because he thinks it makes him look less strong and more child-like. He doesn't remember much, but the chocolate cookies has a feeling of a family hug and sometimes you just want a family close to vent.

Dimitry: Gingerbread. It's kind of a bittersweet feeling since in the beginning he used to make them but never could actually eat, but right after his (current) adoptive mother rescued him they always ate together, in front of the fireplace or at breakfast as a treat. He doesn't remember his mother's face or voice but somehow it's like she's still there eating and letting him vent his worries with her.

3 - What's a secret passion of theirs?

Adrianne: secretly? Adrianne is anything but a secretive person, but something she'll never admit to like is collecting shells. If you gift her a shell necklace you'll probably see some tears of joy in her eyes, but don't comment on that, she'll get shy. Unless you wanna see a mermaid blush.

Petunia: Singing. She loves it. But she's afraid her voice is not so good and she'll get nervous of someone hears and talk about her singing. She also sings and talk to plants, and sometimes, she can even hear the plants talk and compliment her back.

Dakota: he has a passion for baking Cookies, cakes, bread. He adores it. He thinks it's not as good as his brother's but... He tries. You'll never get better without practice, Right?

Dimitry: playing a harp. He thinks harps are beautiful, majestic and soothing. He used to play it on festivals in his homeland and still loves it dearly after ressurection. He'll just never admit it and will brush it off if you mention it

29 - what's the cutest thing their familiar does?

Adrianne: Kevin is the type to go nuts with pets. What I mean is: you pet him, and as a thanks, he'll dive down and jump hight splashing water on you and everything close to him. He think it's fun and he also tries to talk, but it's not so good at human language lol

Petunia: Anything Apollo does it's cute. He's a walking marshmallow. But the cutest thing he can do is whenever he want pets he'll sit in front of you and pet his own head trying to tell you what he wants. Thenn he'll flop on his back for belly rubs because dog.

Dakota: Reo?? Cute???? Ha! You fool! He's not cute at all! Just kidding, he's a bean when you get his trust. The cutest thing Reo can do to you is jump on you so that you'll fall down and then he'll lay on top of you demanding pets, he also does some really loud happy noises?? It's cute if you're not worried of dying suffocated.

Dimitry: Ahhh Maxwell. He's not cute, that's what he says. But a thing he does that's definitely cute no matter what he says is getting on his two behind legs giving Dimitry his reading glasses with his front paws. He says it's not cute at all and will run away to his secret places around the shop but no matter what he says, everyone think it's cute.

34 - what do they taste like when kissed?

Adrianne: salty water, the feeling you get in walking on the beach with you feet getting wet because of the waves and that fresh breeze from the seas.

Petunia: probably strawberries, there's always a taste of a fruit on her kisses, a fresh picked fruit from a secret garden.

Dakota: chaos, and probably a little bit of Cinnamon. Most of his kisses will leave you in giggles or in outer space, no in between.

Dimitry: chocolate and honey for some reason, sometimes it's hard to decipher if it's because he ate something or it's just his normal taste, but it's not bad is it?

#asked. answered #asks #the arcana #the arcana mcs #apprentice Adrianne #apprentice petunia #apprentice dakota #apprentice Dimitry #thanks for the ask!#sorry for not doing all of them

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reactions to the bnha: heroes rising film

spoilers alert !

(i risked coronavirus to go to the cinema for this but no regrets because we all want to die anyway oof-)

the film was very 1a centred & that’s gr8 and all especially since we got to witness the bond they had between them & just. how incredibly amazing their teamwork is

but i really ,,, miss,,, aizawa (my fave, my tru love)

he had a total of 3 (?) scenes, each of them lasting like less than 10 secs - even toshinori had more scenes than that : (

but you know who even had less screen time (aka none),,, our boy,,, the valid purple son,,,, shinsou hitoshi : (

the person who had the most screen time was this new villain called nine and i really wanna yell begone thot at him because he was like “i want to create a utopia where the powerful rules” and i was like thinking,, yo that shit sounds like capitalism & neoliberalism

his character design was really pretty, but it didn’t make up for his ideology that came outta nowhere with no backstory - so it was really hard to empathise/sympathise

what makes a villain good is 1) sufficient backstory 2) being so damn predictable and familiar that you actually prefer them over every other new villain because better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know

anyway, what really slaps is kacchan’s fuckin character development !!

lil gremlin is still gremlin but ,, he’s working with other kids,, he’s minimising damage done to the area while fighting villains,, there was a scene of him all calm and shit while eavesdropping on izuku and katsuma (which once again proves that most of his anger is just a front he puts up in front of other people rather than a perpetual state, and ya know what, i love that introvertedness that he has),,, him being protective over the bakusquad and not blasting kaminari for teasing him,,, he and izuku fighting together like a hero duo ,,,, eye-

this movie really said bakugo character development hUH

anyway in the beginning when endeavour showed up and dabi and endeavour had this whole showdown with their fire quirks and we got this close up of endeavour’s thicc thighs and i was like : ) we don’t stan for this here but at the same time i was like @ hawks damn ur daddy really be like that, huH

which reminds me of my whole spiel about dabi/hawks and endeavour/hawks : ‘ )

but yea. dabi was unfairly attractive and i just want death to consume me

okay so the plot was like,, the hero commission (aka the dodgy ass institution): how about sending the 1a kids to an island where there are no active heroes ??

so the 1a kids get yeeted off to an island,, and they are having fun helping the locals out !! (this is the wholesome content we all deserve)

jirou and yaomomo asdgjhskgjahkj

kacchan who stays at home the entire day because he’s on ~villain duty~ and there weren’t any villains so he just sits at home and read manga asdfghjkl that’s a hard Mood

kirishima looking like the cutie he is eye-

the bakusquad teasing kacchan by calling him “kacchan of bakugo”

how is maharo & katsuma so damn cute *angery fists*

but izuku really be adopting children left and right hUh

dadmight and dadzawa whomst i only know dadku

ochako & tsuyu are so cute wtf eye-

these villains are overpowered af wtf

wow i love 1a having each other’s backs their teamwork,, was ,,, so good,,, so smooth ,,, (*whispers* poly 1-a anyone ??)

everyone be losing until kacchan comes blasTing in, saving kirishima & kaminari with sheer determination and stubbornness and manages to defeat one (1) villain

not going to lie though i feel like mummy got done dirty like that

but i like the little nod to the provisional exam arc

the inflated izuku mahoro projected was the Cutest

anyway what really clapped was you know,, both izuku and kacchan being the smort cookies they are: “DIDN’T I TELL YOU THAT ONCE I’VE SEEN YOU USE IT, I HAVE A WAY OF COUNTERING IT?!"

like oof

also i love how izuku is established as the image of hope (the saviour) and kacchan is established as the image of victory (the victor) - this whole “win to save” and “save to win” really got laid down really heavily

but we’re all hoes for that i guess

touga in her winter gear !!! eye-

yaomomo delivering the Goods (i.e. the cannons)

a o y a m a : (

the moment i realised that tokoyami was in the cave, i knew the villain there was Done For

i haven’t forgotten our resident eldritch abomination, dark shadow, y’all

i just ?? love ?? mina ???? so much ??????

ngl i didn’t know chimera was literally a chimera until this part i just thought he one big furry

oof

that flashback to endeavour’s advice when shouto was fighting chimera ?? the symBoLisM wow

shouto being able to rationally separate endeavour the hero and endeavour the shitty dad & using the advice endeavour gave him to empower himself -

- wipes tears

sero and ochako getting blasted away really badly by nine,,, and izuocha happens but we’ve all seen that before

it is kacchan,, ,, being protective of sero when he got yeeted,,,,, that is the Point

THE BEST PART ABT THE SECOND LAST FIGHT WAS LITERALLY BKDK BEING SO IN SYNC WITH EACH OTHER’S MOVES THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING LIKE A HERO DUO ??

LIKE IZUKU KICKING THE VILLAIN, REBOUNDING OFF THE SHIELD,, AND THEN FLYING OFF JUST FOR KACCHAN TO GRAB IZUKU’S HAND AND FLING HIM BACK AT THE VILLAIN FOR A SECOND ATTACK

THE WHOLE HANDHOLDING THING IS STARTING TO COME OUT AS A MOTIF

AND I JUST WOW ,,, BKDK,, (platonic or romantic or otherwise) OUT HERE,, HOLDING HANDS AS EQUALS,,, SYMBOLIC OF THEIR CHANGING RELATIONSHIP,,,,

s h o u j i : ( protecting mahoro and katsuma with his body : ( big cuddle boy doesn’t deserve this pain !!!

don’t think i didn’t notice the film using the same bgm as the kamino rescue

it draws such a powerful parallel ?? back then it was kacchan who needed to be ‘saved' but now it’s kacchan doing the saving & the winning - once again, such character development asdfghjkl

this film,, making me appreciate kaminari 10x more

also fellas is it gay to stare at your rival and being able to communicate non-verbally

bkdk detroit smashing the storm together & making a damn fucking hole in the stratosphere like all might,, dispelling the damn storm and letting sunlight filter in ?? that was some really obvious symbolism but regardless,,,, wow

this is the part where the whole twin stars motif really came right in kicking our houses down

kacchan breaking both of his arms because of one for all & all i can think of is ,, izuku,, stop sharing your bone breaking juice with people

i’m just thinking about how people @ izuku: wtf how do you deal with this bone breaking bs all the time

and izuku, pure bean: oh yea haha i thought it was normal ?? like everyone has to get used to their quirks like this ??

a concept: quirkless izuku not understanding how quirks are supposed to feel

anyway, dadmight cradling izuku in his arms only to leave kacchan a metre away ?? favouritism that we’re all here for

izuku : ( apologising : ( for : ( being : ( a : ( bad : ( successor : (

i just want to shake izuku’s shoulders & tell him that he did super well and that he shouldn’t be ashamed of himself and that he deserves everything good in this world

also imagine being so gremlin that all the one for all predecessors were like "nope we’re not dealing with this gremlin child, we prefer the pure broccoli”

disappointed that hawks didn’t get enough screentime

but we got some hawks & tokoyami and ryuukyuu & ochako time

kacchan ~conveniently~ forgetting what happened ?? i smell something fishy

our local crusty boy shows up & ahh yes, there it is - the close up shot that like to remind us that he needs to Moisturise

everytime i see red shoes on shigs i just think about the parallels between shigs and izuku and my heart breaks all over again

the scene where shouto got hugged super uncomfortably by endeavour ?? oof. the entire cinema just simultaneously laughed and heard the shouuuuutooooo

katsuma being like like “i’m going to become a hero like deku & bakugo !” and kacchan’s acting all cool and shit, telling him “you better” while izuku is like “katsuma, you can become a hero !! we’ll wait for you at ua !!” because he saw himself in katsuma and wanted to be the person he wanted someone to be for him when he was young

breaking my own heart like this

imagine the first years in ten years though

they’re just going to be a bunch of teenagers izuku or 1-a saved or adopted

and they’re going to give aizawa so many more grey hairs than the current 1-a

#bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia: heroes rising #heroes rising spoilers #heroes rising #this got a little long #excuse my language i'm just very excited #it do be like that sometimes #mine #everytime i see 1-a i just think about found family #and we're all hoes for found family

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2manyfandoms2count · 4 years

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#MarichatMay Day 25+26

In which Marinette and Chat Noir adopt some kittens, and Marinette realises Chat is a lot more like a cat than she realised (also a prequel for the next prompt). Hope you enjoy!

@marichatmay

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Day 25: Blep + Day 26: Toe Beans

Marinette was feeling morose. She couldn’t quite say why, but something told her the last akumatisation had something to do with it. She had no memory of it, apart from another Ladybug coming in, erasing what she’d been writing on her gift for Adrien and the next thing she knew she was standing on the steps of the Trocadéro, empty-handed and an awfully bad feeling in her gut. She had put on a brave face, tried to pretend everything was alright, but there was a constant nagging, at the back of her head, accompagnied with flashes of bright white and icy blue, which distracted her a lot.

Chat and Adrien both noticed her change of mood in their interactions with her. Her classmate had thought, at first, that the characteristic slower pace of the ending school year could explain her lack of focus. But the lighthearted, funny, sunny girl he was used to hanging out with as Chat had also disappeared. She was almost apathetic at Home, her latest projects half-abandoned in various places in her room, but there was a restlessness, an anxious edge to her as well, that was seemingly soothed by Chat’s presence. He noticed that lying next to her, she would fall asleep easily, despite her comments on her current insomnia.

Marinette wanted to talk to Chat about how she was feeling. She really did. He was the only person who could probably understand. If she had been affected by previous events, surely he must have been too? She had tried to broach the subject with him, but she didn’t know how to go through with the conversation without saying something she shouldn’t. The fact she struggled with expressing her feelings didn’t worry Chat as much as the panic in her eyes when she talked about them did. He couldn’t think of a way to help her in the long run. He thought being there for her, while giving her emotional space, to let her process her feelings was probably the best he could do. He’d be damned if he’d leave her alone with her thoughts, and if he wouldn’t help her get a break from them sometimes, though.

Hence the kittens in Marinette’s room. Three babies Adrien hadn’t been able to resist as he walked by a pet store in the school vicinity. He’d immediately thought about Marinette as he saw them, how sure he was they would make her feel better. He’d found an alley to transform as he walked out and had gone straight to her place, mindful of the beings in the box he was carrying. He’d barely been able to contain his excitement as she let him in, her curiosity piqued by the container he was holding.

“Purr-incess, you’re going to love this!” He had opened the lid very slowly, as if performing a magic trick. She had gasped at the site of the baby cats, one of which was asleep.

“Chat they’re so cute!!” She squealed as she delicately picked one of the awake cats, an orange tabby cat, which meowed gently at her touch.

Chat mirrored her, cradling his own grey kitten and scratching its belly. “I meow, right?” He grinned as he felt the baby’s tiny claws on his glove.

“They’re so tiny! Look at the little toe beans!” She cooed in response to the meowing.

“Hey, how come you never compliment my toe beans?” Chat asked, slightly offended.

“You have toe beans?” His goal to distract her and amuse her was going very well, he noted.

“Purr-haps you should check for yourself.” Chat carefully set down the kitten he’d been holding out of the way before rolling onto his back and lifting his legs up so Marinette could see his feet.

“Oh my goodness, you actually do!” She gently placed the tabby in the box, and focused on the bright green squishy pads on her partner’s soles, an almost awe-struck expression on her face. She reached out to touch them.

“Whoa, there, Purr-incess, what do you think you’re doing?” Chat recoiled at her approaching hands.

“I want to touch them!” Her pout turned into an devilish grin as she slowly crawled closer to him. “Kitty, don’t tell me you’re... ticklish?”

“Me? Meow way!” He scoffed, although instinctively inching backwards as Marinette approached.

“Why don’t you stay still for a moment then, so I can test that theory?”

She got close enough to graze his foot, triggering a kicking instinct in him that she barely dodged, her usual escape reflexes impeded by the fact she was laughing.

The cristalline sound Chat hadn’t heard in a while filled the room, Marinette rolling on the ground, clutching her stomach as she gave in to the merriment. It felt so good to laugh. She couldn’t remember the last time she had. Chat wiggled on the floor in delight, feeling satisfied. This was all his doing. What a great friend he was. He blepped unconsciously, closing his eyes as he basked in her laugh. It faltered a little as the girl tried to catch her breath, but the combined sight of Chat and the blepping kitten next to him sent her in another fit of giggles, complete with tears streaming down her face.

“Chat... I’d never noticed... how much... of a cat... you are!” She managed to fit between intakes of breath, fishing for her phone to take a picture.

Chat cocked an eyebrow as he opened an eye. “Being a cat is literally the job description, Purr-incess.”

Marinette managed to control her laughter enough to resume a normal conversation, although her shoulders still shook occasionally. “I know, but it just hit me! I knew about the purring, but you blep, too!!” She all but shoved the picture she’d taken in his face, her laughter erupting again. Adrien would have to move over. That photo was making it on her wall, next to her bed so she could wake up to it every morning.

“Maybe one day I’ll let you see my reaction to cucumbers.” He winked, turning to the kitten at his side which had started meowing.

“No wayyyyy.” She grinned.

Noise emerging from the box caught her attention. The third kitten was now awake, its green eyes contrasting with the black of its fur.

“Look, this one looks just like you!” She gasped as she lifted it out of the box. She stroked it lightly. The cat purred under her fingers, and attempted to lick them. “Aren’t you the cutest little kitty?” She cooed as she played with it, dodging its claws.

Chat felt a pang of jealousy, which he knew was completely uncalled for. How could he be jealous of a cat. He smiled at the sight of happy Marinette. He’d really missed her. He hoped she would get better soon.

“Do you want to keep it?” He blurted. He knew a pet could not replace a therapist, or someone to talk to in general, but it could be some well-needed emotional support.

“Really? Could I?” She looked up, and there was such joy in her eyes he wouldn’t have been able to refuse her even if he’d wanted to.

“Of course! If your parents are okay with it, of course, I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble...” He thought of his own situation. He probably would get into trouble himself if his father found out he was harbouring two cats behind his back. Then again, he had managed to hide Plagg, and he was high maintenance. He was actually surprised no one in his household questioned the amount of expensive cheese he insisted on keeping in his room. His room was probably big enough to hide animals as well, but purr-haps leaving one here would be safer.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine with it, Papa’s been talking about getting a cat for a while. He says it’s to prevent mice from invading the bakery, but I think secretly he’s just soft for them.” She said in a hushed tone. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy here, Kitten Noir.” She added for the cat, lifting it up to eye level.

“Kitten Noir? Fur real?” Chat asked, his heart fluttering in his chest. She was naming the cat after him.

“It’s very fitting, don’t you think?” She shone a bright smile his way. “He can be our baby.” She reached for his hand and squeezed it.

Chat’s heart rate was off the charts at the sign of affection and the insinuation that they could be parents together. Holy Camembert, how much he would like that. Reluctantly, he let go of her hand, gathering his remaining kittens in an attempt to conceal his fiery cheeks.

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to come around more often to make sure he gets a paw-per upbringing. I don’t trust you to teach him puns.” Chat said, straightening up and trying to act casual.

“I would really like that, Kitty.” Marinette said softly, almost shyly, as she got up as well.

They walked up to her balcony. Chat didn’t particularly want to go, but the orange sky told him he should be on his way. Time sure does fly when you’re having fun, he thought, calculating that they must have spent at least a couple of hours playing around. Marinette tugged at his free arm before he left.

“Thank you, Kitty. For everything.” She stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. Chat refrained himself from bringing his fingers to the spot.

“Anytime, Purr-incess.” He smiled, a warm feeling spreading inside of him. “You can always count on me, Mrs. Noir.”

She smiled fondly at him and waved as he leapt off the roof. She clung to the inner fuzziness Chat jokingly calling her his wife had created. She didn’t know how long it would last, but she enjoyed feeling herself again. She skipped back down to her room, humming. She picked up Kitten Noir and stroked him absentmindedly, waiting to hear her parents to go downstairs. One thought filled her head as she waited. She couldn’t wait to see her Chaton again.

#marichatmay2020 #marichatmay #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #blep #toe beans #cat shenanigans #elle writes

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 65

WARNING: SMU. NSFW. ASS stuff. You’ve been warned.

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud, @alievans007, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y

She wakes to warm, soft breath on the back of her neck and a bulky, muscular arm wrapped securely around her. Some time in the very early morning hours he must have stirred; long enough to move onto his side and tightly tuck himself behind her. She’s missed this; the weight of his much heavier and stronger body pressed against her and those big, powerful arms with their scars and tattoos gracing smooth, tanned skin. The way she can feel his heartbeat against her back and each exhale of breath that tickles her shoulders and neck and flutters her hair. And his smell. It’s crisp and clean and reminds her of home; of the scent of the ocean and the fresh air that surrounds them. There’s nothing extraordinary or unique about it, but it’s HIM. It’s familiar and it’s comforting; clinging to his hair and his skin and his clothes. And it’s able to soothe her even on the roughest of days . Even when he’s away on a job and she’s in the midst of her most stressful and loneliest of moments it calms her; able to pull on one his shirts or sweater and bury her face in the fabric. Event the smallest of him able to queel the ache in her chest and those tears of panic and worry.

It’s there now. That smell. Lingering on his skin like a warm, comforting blanket. It’s been almost seven years and that scent has never changed and she never wants it to. It’s part of him. It IS him. And to her there’s no greater smell in the entire world. And he often laughs or rolls his eyes about it; amused when she continually buys that same shampoo and body wash and refuses to change the laundry soap. She doesn’t want it to be different. His smell is the one true constant, the one thing that’s always held firm and true even during his routine absences while in the game or even during their six month separation. His scent has always been around, even when he hasn’t. The thought of it one day evaporating is always too much to bear. Because if it’s gone...permanently gone...that means he is too. And there’s no thought that’s more terrifying or heartbreaking than that.

She wriggles closer to him; firmly pressing her back into his front and turning her face into the arm that is stretched out along her pillow. When they’d first met, there’d be no ink gracing the inside of his inner right bicep; just a handful of scars -some long jagged, some short and smooth- and a smattering of freckles. Now there’s two tattoos; the number of steps he’d taken on the Sultana Kamal Bridge and each of the kids’ initials and dates of birth; Addie being added only two days after she was born. She rests her cheek against his arm; relaxed and at rest, yet the muscle still hard and bulging under the skin. She hates the sight of the bruises; the damage caused by his assailant trying to pin him down by using his knees. They’re huge and fresh; deep purple and black and looking so painful. And she squeezes her eyes shut in an effort to hold back the tears that threaten; that powerful realization of just how close she’d come to losing such an enormous component of her life. She tries not to think about it. About how terrifying it all must have been for him. Things going so wrong, so quick. From being prepared to carry out what should have been a simple job -four people, four bullets- to fighting for his life.

He’s been there before; on that bridge in Dhaka and during those hours of surgery and the week following when he was still in grave danger and all the doctors were telling her that he would be better off if he DID die. That there was no proof he’d ever regain consciousness or even breath on his own once he was brought out of the medically induced coma and weaned off the ventilator. That if things were successful and his body was strong enough to support itself, he’d likely have long term, life altering complication; side effects from lack of oxygen to the brain when he’d coded twice on the operating table. Outside of those five days in that dirty hotel room and the hours they’d spent on the streets running for their lives, she hadn’t really known him. Yet the thought of him dying had been terrifying. It had been heartbreaking; the thought of NOT getting the chance to spend time with him and get to know him and dig through the lawyers of bravado mixed with hurt and grief and guilt. She’d wanted to know the real Tyler Rake. Not the hardened mercenary with years of baggage weighing him down and the distrust and the regret that darkened his eyes. Who he was before life had jaded him; before he’d built all those walls up around him.

But now...after seven years and having a life together and bringing five babies into the world...it’s overwhelming. Unable to stand the thought of him not being around. Not hearing his voice again or seeing his smile. Not tasting his kiss or feeling those callused hands on her body, or those strong, thick arms wrapping around her. The way his face softens when his children call him daddy and all those expressions that do far more speaking than any actual words do.

He moves against her. Lips pressing against the nape of her neck and his hand sliding down to her stomach; resting firmly. And she can’t help but smile at that simple yet loving gesture. He’s already fiercely protective when there isn’t a baby on the way; when there is, he kicks it up a notch. Several notches, in fact. But it’s more than that. More than wanting and needing to keep her and the baby safe. It’s how soft and sweet he becomes; how even his voice and his eyes change. He’s always been that way; since they’d found out about Millie all those years ago and he’d put those big, strong hands on her ever growing baby bump and get the most satisfied, proud look on his face. In awe at the thought of there being a little human in there. That he’d help create a life when he’d been so close to his ending.

She turns her face into the arm across her pillow; pressing a kiss to the inside of his bicep, followed by the crook of his elbow. Then lays her palm against his and laces their fingers together.

“You okay?” Tyler’s voice is groggy from sleep, rumbling deep in his chest.

“Mm-hm. I wonder what time it is.”

“Must be pretty early; kids aren’t up yet. Why are you even awake?”

“I woke up feeling nauseous. But it’s gone away already. Why are you up?”

“Why do you think?” A chuckle reverberates against his back as he places a kiss to her shoulder.

“You know…” Esme giggles. “...the morning you don’t wake up that way is the morning I really worry about you. You’re going to be eighty and STILL waking up like that.”

“The day I stop waking up like this is the day you’re allowed to kill me. Do you want me to put that in writing?”

“Don’t be a whiner. Besides, when you’re sixty five, I’m going to start crushing viagra and hiding it in your food.”

“I WILL put a gun in my mouth if I ever need that shit.”

She laughs. “And you wonder where Millie gets her dramatic from?” She lays her hand over top the room he has resting on her stomach, then gives a long, content sigh when she feels him nuzzle the back of her neck with the tip of his nose. “You’re so warm. I missed this. Being like this with you. Just how warm and cozy and safe you make me feel. And your arms; I definitely missed being in your arms,”

“I definitely missed you being in them, that’s for sure. I missed a lot of things.”

“Yeah, you made that VERY obvious last night. The inside of my thighs have the bite marks and hickies to prove it.”

He grins against the back of her neck. “Sorry.”

“Bullshit. You’re not sorry at all.”

“And it’s not just THAT that I missed. Although that was pretty fucking amazing. It’s everything. It’s you. It’s everything about you.”

“You know, regardless of what you say and how much you hate hearing it, you have these moments where you’re just so soft and so sweet. And I’m lucky because you’re only like that with me. I’m the only that gets to this side of you. Everyone gets the OTHER you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that you. I just prefer THIS you sometimes.”

“Only for you, baby. Only you.”

“Did you sleep okay? Once you managed to get back?”

“Those meds you gave me knocked me the fuck out.”

“Hydromorph. I asked Anil’s doctor to give you something powerful like Oxy but not Oxy itself. It’s the strongest possible without having you admitted and put on some kind of drop. Just be careful, okay? They can be really addictive and the last thing you need is another drug you can’t kick.”

“Esme, I know you worry about me, and I love you so much for that, but I’m not stupid. I’m not going to be THAT guy again. You don’t have to worry about that, alright? That’s the last thing you have to worry about.”

“Listen, after seven years, you think you’d realize that despite telling me not to worry, I’m still going to worry.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about THAT.” He uses the tip of his nose to move her hair away from her neck and shoulder, then presses a series or feathery kisses to both.

“You know…” she says, as she squeezes his hand that rests on her stomach. “...there’s not going to be anything to feel for a while.”

“Doesn’t matter. There’s still a baby in there, yeah? How far along do you think?”

“Probably no farther than five or six weeks.”

“Just a little bean.”

She looks over her shoulder at him. . “Baby, you’re adorable”

He grins and places a kiss on her temple. “Shut up.”

“You are. You ARE adorable. It’s okay to be adorable, honey. You’re not less of a bad ass because of it. I know how tough you are. I know what you’re capable of. And I like that you can still be cute too. It’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you. One of the many things. Even in Dhaka. After we’d...you know…”

“Fuck?”

“To put it that way, yeah. Even then we’d talk and you’d tease me and say the cutest shit. That was when you'd let your guard down; when we’d lie there and talk. And you’d let me get a peek at what you were really like. What your HEART was like. Even then you were comfortable enough to be that way with me,”

“You’re the only I ever have been that way with.”

“Not even with your ex wife?”

“Not even with her.”

“Not even with your hoes in other places?”

“I didn’t have to talk much with them.”

“You’re making me feel all special and shit. That I’m the only one that’s ever made you made you feel that comfy.”

“You SHOULD feel special. Because it’s trust; even in Dhaka you managed. I don’t know it was like that, Whether it was just the way you are or you just fucked me so hard I lost all coherent thought and couldn’t function properly.”

“I must still be fucking you pretty hard because you’ve never regained coherent thought or proper function,” Esme teases.

Tyler grins, then presses a kiss to her ear. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“I know. I’m horribly mean to you. I’m a terrible wife. I have no idea why you stick around.”

“Well, you give really good head. And you let me do things to your ass, so…”

“You’re such a pig,” she laughs, then turns her face into his and pecks his lips. “I don’t know how I put up with you. But I do. For some reason.”

“I can think of a couple.”

“A couple of non sexual things?”

He frowns. “Okay, that’s harder. I’m sure there’s a few things I do that keep you around. I mean, I get shit off the high shelves for you. And I’m the one that fishes the wayward socks out of the bottom of the washer.”

“You clean the bathrooms and take the garbage out,” she says. “And you get rid of the spiders and the snakes. All the important shit, basically. And you look damn good with your shirt off. Trust me, that helps.”

“See? I’m useful.”

“Very.” She speaks between kisses to his lupus. “You’re very useful. And you’re very adept at making babies. A little too adept at it, actually.”

“Got the snip and I STILL put one in you.”

She looks over her shoulder, staring at him pointedly.

“What?”

“I know what you’re going to say next. And I’m warning you right now, Tyler James. Don’t say it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit. You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. And I can see those wheels turning in your head and I know it’s right on the tip of your tongue.”

“Baby, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” she grumbles, but pecks his lips and then turns around once more; closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against his bicep as it rests beside her head.

“It’s all the proof I need that I have super sperm.”

“Goddamnit!” She huffs and he chuckles against her shoulder. “I hate you so much sometimes. I mean, not really. I just hate when you say that. It drives me fucking insane.”

“Why do you think I say? I say it because I know it bothers you.”

“You’re evil,” she declares, then promptly bursts into a fit of exhaustion induced giggles. Which in turn makes him laugh even harder. “I love you,” she says. “I really do. So much. Everything about you.”

“I love you, too. Even when you’re a raging bitch and you say you hate me.”

“I was joking. I could never hate you. Ever.”

“Not even during those six months?”

“Not even then. I didn’t hate you. Tyler. I hate what was happening to you. To US. I didn’t like you very much and I was angry with you. But I didn’t hate you. I never could. I love you way too much. Did you ever hate me?”

“No. Not even for a single second. Was I pissed? Yeah. Was I hurt? Absolutely. But I was also drunk a lot and taking a lot of meds so I wasn’t exactly thinking right, was I? Had I not been that fucked up, I wouldn’t have been angry and I wouldn’t have blamed you for kicking my ass out. I would have realized I deserve it. That I was a fucking dick.”

“I’m not just talking about that. About kicking you out. I’m talking about what almost happened AFTER I did.”

“Baby…” he presses his lips against her cheek. “...that’s a long time ago.”

“Three and a half years is NOT a long time.”

“It is. Because that was a different life. A different time. And we got past it. All of it. So it WAS a long time ago.”

“I wanted to hurt you.” her voice quivers with emotion. “How horrible is that? That I actually wanted to hurt someone that I love more than anything or anyone else in the entire fucking world? How horrible am I?”

“Stop,” he gently orders, and tightens his hold on both her hands. “Just stop. It was a bad fucking time. I was messed up and I did shitty things and I said shitty things. I hurt you first. I’m definitely not innocent and it was definitely my fault things went so bad.”

“I was just so hurt and I wanted you to hurt too,” she continues. “You broke my heart, Tyler. You put them before us. Before your kids. And then the drinking and the meds and it was tearing us apart and ruining our family and you didn’t seem to give a shit. And that hurt. So I wanted you to hurt too.”

“Esme...stop…” He lifts his head from the pillows and kisses the corner of his mouth. “...I’m pretty sure this is your hormones doing this.”

“I’m sorry. That I wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry, Tyler.”

“I would have deserved it.”

“No. You wouldn’t have. Not that. Definitely not THAT.”

“Well, It didn’t happen. So…”

“But it would have. If I didn’t smarten the fuck up right BEFORE it did.”

“But it didn’t. And you know what? Even if it did? We would have gotten past that too. So don’t do this, okay? None of that matters anymore. You’re working yourself up for nothing. I know you always go a little crazy when you’re pregnant, but..”

“I love you. So much. And I hate myself for almost doing that to you.”

“Well you didn't. And if you had, you had your reasons. Pretty damn good ones. But it’s all behind us and none of that shit matters anymore. And I love you. More than I ever thought I could ever someone. So please…” he presses a kiss to her temple. “...calm down, yeah? The baby needs you calm. Remember what the doctor said every other time ? About being calm and avoiding stress?”

“I’m married to a mercenary. How am I supposed to avoid stress?”

“The doctor doesn’t exactly know what I do for a living,” Tyler reminds her.

“He thinks you’re ex-military. Which isn’t exactly a life. You ARE. But I can’t tell him you’re a mercenary. You know how fast child protective services will be on our doorstep? And they won’t care what you’re like when you’re at home or happy the kids are. They’ll take them just based on your job alone.”

“I think you’re getting worked up over shit that you don’t need to worry about. So do me a favor and calm the fuck down. The shit your brain comes up with, I swear. I don’t know where it comes up with it or how, but fuck…”

“It’s definitely hormones.”

“You think? Shit.”

“Only time I was THIS hormonal this early was with the twins.”

“Jesus Christ,” he scowls. “Don’t say that. Please don’t.”

“What’s the chances, do you think? On another set? Two sets of twins in one family?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to think about it. I’m still wrapping my head around the idea of one. Don’t put the ‘t word’ out into the universe.”

She laughs at that. “You’ve been talking to Andy too much. That’s his thing. About how if you put something out into the universe, it actually happens.”

“He’s a good shit. Good guy to talk to.”

“I like that you have a friend. A NORMAL friend.”

“As opposed to…”

“Homicidal mercenaries. Andy’s about as far from that as it gets. I just like the idea of having a friend period. Someone that you can hang out with and talk to.”

“I hang out with you,” Tyler points out. “I talk to you.”

“I’m your wife.”

“You’re also my best friend.”

“Someone OTHER than me. You need that. A buddy. Someone can bitch about me with.”

“I bitch about you to your face. I don’t need a friend to bitch about you, trust me.”

She snorts. “You’re such a sweet talker. So romantic,”

“I saw the talking for dirtier times.”

Esme laughs. “Yes. You do. That’s when you do your BEST talking.”

“Yep,” he agrees. “And speaking of dirtier times…” the hand that was on her stomach slides up the front of his t-shirt and down the front of her sleep shorts.

She sighs dramatically. “You’re hopeless.”

“No. I’m horny.”

“So am I,” she admits.

“Yeah? Want me to do something about it?”

“I do, actually.” She rolls over onto her side to face him. “I DO want you to do something about it.”

“Like what?”

“Oh you know…” she reaches up and pushes his hair off his forehead. “...I want you to be all bossy and aggressive and just pin me down and fuck me senseless.”

He grins broadly. “That’s the spirit.”

“I don’t know your body will let you though. You’re pretty hurting.”

“How about you let my body decide for itself and prove you wrong.”

“It has before. Many times. So what do you say?” She kisses his lips; drawing his bottom one between her teeth just as she tightly grips his cock through his boxer briefs. “Think you’re up to it?”

“I’m almost FULLY up to it.”

“Maybe YOU need some help.” Her fingertips graze against the skin just above the waistband of his shorts, then slide down the front of them, A satisfied, almost proud smirk playing on her lips when the simple brush of her palm causing his eyes to darken and a groan to rumble on his throat; hips jerking against her. “Very impressive, Tyler,” she says, and then grasps his hardening cock and swipes the pad of her thumb over the tip. “...I think you should put that to good use.”

“Oh I will. But I wanna do something first.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

He grins, then roughly shoves her onto her back.

“I love when you get all aggressive and shit,” Esme declares, lifting her hips off the bed when he yanks her shorts down, enabling him to easily slide them over her ass. “It’s my favorite you. My favorite ‘sex you’ anyway.”

“Yeah, I found that out early. That first time in Dhaka. Didn’t take long to discover that.”

“You liked it. You liked that I let you be in charge and manhandle me.”

“I still do. So do me a favor. Don’t talk. Just lie there and let me eat you out.”

She grins. “You’re bossy.”

“I just know what I want.”

He shoves her legs open; hand tightly gripping the backs of her thighs. Wasting no time as his mouth latches onto her pussy; pulling her clit between his lips and roughly suckling before pushing his tongue deep inside. Hands kneading and squeezing her thighs and then her ass as his tongue moves inside of her. Aggressively fucking her with with it until she’s squirming beneath him and lewd, pleasured noises spill from her mouth and her own hands slide up the front of her shirt. It’s a beautiful sight; eyes fixated on her as her hands firmly cup and massage her breasts and her fingers toy with her nipples; twisting and pulling and plucking at them. Her own eyes closed and her cheeks flushed and her entire body drawn impossibly tight. Crying out when his tongue slips from inside of her and concentrates on her clit; long, slow laps and then intricate circles made with the tip. His pace methodical and patient and nothing short of torture.

“More…” she pleads, as one hand reaches down to grasp at his hair and her hips lift from the bed; pressing her dripping pussy against his mouth. “...I need more.”

The movements of his mouth become. He’d long ago learned exactly what she likes, wants, and needs. Just how to move his tongue and how firmly to press it against the most sensitive spots; just how hard he can suck and how rough his teeth can bite down. It’s a turn on; her taste, her smell, the shuddering of her body and the sounds she’s making and the way she brings her hips up and fucks herself against his face. And his hands abandon her thighs; one moving between her legs as two fingers delve into her as far as they can do; turning his palm upwards so the tips of those digits can find and manipulate her g-spot. Never halting the movements of his lips and tongue; devouring her as if he’s a man condemned and he’s been given his very last meal. The fingers of his other hand push their way past her ass cheeks; the tips brushing against that tight, puckered hole.

“Don’t stop…” she begs. “...don’t stop...please...Tyler...don’t stop…”

Both his fingers and mouth become rougher. Greedy. And when he feels her lock up in places he never thought someone could lock up, he presses against the spot deep inside of her just as two fingers push their way into their ass; all the way to the third knuckle. That’s when her orgasm hits; entire body tensing and one hand still pulling at her nipples while a forearm covers her mouth in order to muffle that scream that erupts from it. Yet he doesn’t stop; continuing the licking and the sucking and the fingering -of both holes- until she comes again; even more powerful than the first.

He gives her little time to recuperate; hands on her hips and fingers digging into the flesh as he flips her over onto her stomach. A palm coming to rest on the small of her back when she attempts to push herself up onto her knees.

“Down,” he orders. “On your stomach.”

He uses his thighs to push hers open; knees holding them exactly where he wants them. Reaching around to grasp her lightly be the throat; a wrapping around his cock as he briefly rubs the engorged, weeping tip against her pussy before pushing into her ass instead.

“Fuck!” She cries out. “Tyler...fuck…”

“Is that ‘keep going’ or a ‘stop’?” He inquires. “Tell me what you want. You want me to stop?”

She shakes her head. “No...it’s okay...I think. It just hurts.”

“I can’t stop. I’m not going to force anything on you. You know that.”

“No. It’s okay. I’m fine. Just be careful. Please.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. If you want me to stop, just say it, okay?”

She nods.

“We don’t have to do this. If you’re not okay with this…”

“I’m okay,” she assures her. “I’m just...you’re...well you’re just really big.”

He grins. “Thanks.”

She manages a laugh. “And it’s uncomfortable but I don’t want you to stop at the same time. I’m not making any sense right now, I know. I just...I don’t know...don’t break me in half or anything like that.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “I’m not THAT good.”

“Yeah, you are, actually. Fuck…” her eyes squeeze shut when he pulls out completely. “...why’d you do that? I said I was fine.”

“I know. Just try and relax some more. It’s only going to hurt more than it should if you don’t relax.” He reaches between her legs to gather up some of that warm, slick fluid and then uses it to lubricate his cock. “Just breathe, okay? Just breathe and just relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll be gentle, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods, then buries her face in the sheets below when he presses into her once again; slower than before, giving her ample chance to adjust to him. A hand still wrapped around her throat; sweat beading across his brow and dripping down his temples. A low, feral growl escaping him when he buries himself completely.

“You alright?” He leans down to press kisses along her spine. “You good?”

“I’m okay,” she confirms. “It just feels...I don’t know...weird. I guess. In a good way.”

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he praises. “I’m so proud of you. And I love you. You trust me?”

“I wouldn’t be letting you do this if I didn’t.”

“I’m not gonna last long. You’re so right and you feel so fucking good.”

“It’s okay. I won’t hold it against you. I just...shit…” she whimpers when he pulls back slightly, then slowly sinks back in. “...fuck...Tyler...that feels so good….so fucking good.”

“You are so beautiful,” With one hand still on her throat, the other gathers up her hair and moves it away from her neck; lips travelling slowly along her shoulder. “You’re so beautiful and so fucking amazing and I love you so much.”

“Fuck me,” she pleads. “I need you to fuck me. Like this. Please. Just fuck me.”

He gives her what she wants. Dedicating himself to slow and deep thrusts that have her crying out into the mattress and her hands tightly fisting the sheets. Until she’s begging him for more; wanting it harder and faster. Her pleas not stopping until he’s quickened and deepened his pace and his balls are slapping against her ass and she’s reaching between her legs to rub frantically at her clit.

Suddenly -without any warning- he’s thinking about it. That moment three and a half years ago when another man could have experienced this. When another man could have had his hands and his mouth on her. Could have been buried deep inside of her and fucking her into the mattress. He’s unable to stifle the rage that takes hold; that has his hand tightening around her throat as his movements become harder and faster. Punishing. Spurred on by the noises of pleasure she’s making and the way her hips move against his and match every thrust. Until she’s cumming for the third time that morning; screaming his name and shoving her ass back at him. And he pulls out of her when he reaches his own release; powerful enough to shake his entire body, painting the small of her ass and the small of her back with hot streams of cum.

Neither of them speak. The hand around her throat relaxing and his eyes closing; chin to his chest and his heart pounding.

He hates himself already.

****

They both doze; wrapped in a mess of tangled sheets and sweaty limbs. And when he wakes once more, he’s on his side with her head tucked under his chin and her lips pressed against his throat, warm breath tickling his skin. And he runs a gentle palm over her head, combing his hand through her hair and letting the fine, silky, dark tresses slip between his fingers.

She yawns; her legs stretching out and her toes curling as her bare feet peek out from the bottom of the blanket. Pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple and then the underside of his chin before pulling back to look up at him; those eyes dark and loving and a soft, content smile curving her lips.

“Hey,” she greets, and he kisses the end of her nose.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

He nods. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re lying on your bad shoulder.”

“It’s fine. For now.”

“You’re so stubborn.” she sighs, then places her hands on the side of his face and kisses him; long and soft and sweet, body pressing against his.

She feels so fucking good; breasts flattened against his chest, every curve of her body so smooth and supple, skin impossibly soft. The tip of her tongue grazing against the end of his just before she pulls away; his eyes never leaving her face; searching every of it as his fingers move through her hair.

“You okay?” he asks.

Esme nods. “A little sore,” she admits.

“Want me to get YOU some pain meds?”

She smirks. “I will punch you in the throat and not feel the least bit sorry for it.”

“You’re the one who said I was big.”

“Like you don’t know you are? Like you aren’t proud of it? How many times do you see your dick every day? You know you’re blessed. Don’t even try and deny it. It’s okay to be a bit cocky.”

“That’s a very interesting choice of words considering the subject. Cocky.”

“You are such a fucking ass sometimes!”

“Wow, you’re on a roll today. Fucking ass? Considering you just let me…”

“I swear to God, I will kill you in your sleep,” she declares, and shoves him over onto his back. “And I’m fine,” she says, as she settles down on her stomach beside him, chin resting on his shoulder. “You were very gentle. And sweet. At first. I don’t know what happened at the end there. You went a little...I don’t know...off the reservation.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. That’s the last thing I ever want to do.”

“I would have told you if it was THAT bad. I would have made you stop. It just surprised me. That you got like that. It wasn’t a horrible thing. It was just...unexpected.”

“I’m sorry,” he pushes his fingers into her hair and presses a kiss to her forehead. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay. It just took me by surprise, that’s all. You just went from one extreme to the other. Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby. You didn’t. It was just my brain. Going somewhere it shouldn’t have. You know how it does that sometimes.”

She nods, and runs her knuckles along his jaw.

“Want me to trim it?”

“I like it like this. When it gets really full and thick and it looks so dark. It’s very sexy. The hair though…”

“It’s exactly the way you like it. Top’s all grown in. Just gotta shave the back and the sides. I’ll be nice and let you do that for me.”

“It’s like Christmas! I get the full beard AND the old haircut? Not to mention three orgasms in one morning? You spoil me.”

“I try to. I try to be a good husband.”

“And you do a very good job. You’re a damn good husband. I think I’ll keep you.” She slides further up the bed; draping her arm along his collarbone and resting her forehead against the side of his head.

“Thank you, by the way.” He places a kiss on her forehead and then wraps an around her, hand settling on the small of her back. “That's a really nice early anniversary present. I was not expecting you to go along with that.”

“I guess I was in a mood.”

“I guess so.”

“And it wasn’t an early gift. It was a ‘just because’ gift. You still have our anniversary to look forward to.”

“Twice? In one year?”

She nods.

“You are way too good to me.”

“Someone has to be,” she reasons, and nuzzles her nose against his ear. “Do you think we should tell anyone? About the baby?”

“Depends. Do you want to tell people?”

“I think we should wait. Until the second trimester. Because the last time something went wrong, we told people right after we found out I was pregnant. And that didn’t turn out so well, so…”

“Whatever you want, baby. We wanna wait, we wait. You wanna tell people, we tell people. I’m good with whatever.”

“You realize I’m not letting you leave this house now right? That you HAVE to stay? That I need you to stay?”

“I wasn’t going to leave anyway. I already made up my mind last night. When we talked about it. It made more sense; what you said. It is better...for all of us...if I stay here. I have more control here; I can keep an eye on you and the kids. And now? I especially need to keep an eye on you now.”

“I really love that you go all ‘protective daddy to be mode’, but you’re going to have to rein it in a bit if we’re not telling people. But thank you; for agreeing to stay here. I don’t want you out there. On the street. I didn’t want you out there to begin with. I especially don’t want it now that Mahajan has stepped things up. Every gun in Mumbai is pointed at you, Tyler. And being out there would be a disaster. So thank you, for staying here. Because in a way, I get to keep MY eye on YOU. You’re not the only one worries about the person you love, you know.”

He smiles and kisses her. “I know.”

“What do you want this time?” She asks. “A boy or a girl?”

“I just want a healthy baby. And a healthy momma.”

“You say that every time.”

“Because that’s all that really matters to me. Although, I have to admit, I DID want a boy the second time.”

“And you ended up with two.”

“Yeah,” he grins. “I did. And they’re pretty fucking awesome.”

“Well their dad’s pretty fucking awesome, so…” she pecks his lips. “...I think I want another girl.”

“Well the hell would you wish that on me?”

“What are you talking about? You’re an amazing girl dad.”

“Doesn’t mean I want another. Girls are way worse than boys. The boys have been easy compared to Millie.”

“I won’t deny that. But, there is already way too much testosterone in our house. I mean, you alone have enough for the entire New South Wales area. Do we really have to add another one to the mix?”

“Maybe it will be two. One of each.”

“Now it’s my turn to tell you to shut up.”

He gives a small chuckle, then presses a kiss to her brow before she settles her head against his shoulder. “I need to ask you something. And I don’t want you flipping your shit on me. It’s just something I want to know. That I NEED to know.”

Her fingers fidget with the chain around his neck. “Okay…”

“I want to know who it is.”

“Who who was?”

“The guy. When we split up. I wanna know who it was.”

She raises her head to look at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“Why are we talking about this? When I brought it up, you were the one who said it didn’t matter. That was years ago and we put it all behind us. Those were your exact words . So why are you even bringing it up again?”

“I want to know who it was.”

“Why? Why do you want to know?”

“You don’t think I should know who my wife almost fucked?”

“Almost. That’s the key word. Almost. It never happened. So why the hell does it matter who it was? Nothing happened. Or are you suggesting that it did and I’m lying about it. Is that what you’re doing? You think something DID happen. You think I cheated on you.”

“No. I don’t think that. I know you didn’t.”

“I told you when we got back together. About that night. I was honest with you. I told you exactly what happened and what went down. And you were okay with it. You said you believed me.”

“I do believe you.”

“Then what the fuck? You’re bringing this up now? After you told me NOT to talk about it. Have you been thinking about it all this time? Since I brought it up? Were you thinking about when we were…” her eyes narrow. “...oh my god. You were. You WERE thinking about it then. That’s why you got the way you did. You let it into your head and it pissed you off and you wanted to punish me, didn’t you. That’s why you got as rough as you did. It was to punish me.”

“That wasn’t…”

“Bullshit. It was. You don’t think that after seven years, that I don't know how you work? I know you better than you know yourself half the time. I know what you get like; when you get pissed off and you need to take it on someone. And that someone is usually me. You were punishing me. Because you didn’t like thinking about me with someone else.”

“You blame me?”

“Yeah, I do. Because you never let shit go. It’s totally okay that I have to think about your past and all the women you fucked. Including Nik, who, I might add, you asked to come here and keep an eye on me and your kids despite all the damage she caused. Despite the fact she has spent six and a half years trying to wreck our marriage and break our family apart and fuck you every chance she could. Yet she’s still here, isn’t it. You put her right in my fucking face. You didn’t think that would bother me? You think I’d just get over everything she did? It was her fucking fault I even lost that baby. And yet here she is. And here you are acting like I’m supposed to just get over and kiss her ass.”

“Okay, calm down. Just…”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down. I told you about that guy. As soon as I let you back in the house and we agreed to work on things. I told you about him and you were fine with it. You said you believed me.”

“I do. I do believe you. I don’t think anything happened. Well, nothing more than what DID happen.”

“Then what does it matter? Who the fuck cares who it was?”

“I fucking care!” He snaps. “I fucking care who it was!”

“Why? Give me one good reason why it matters to you? So you can hold it over my head for the rest of my life?”

“I would never...ever...do that.”

“You’re doing it right now! That’s exactly what you’re doing! I didn’t do anything wrong. We were split up. You fucked things up, remember? You put the job and the booze and the drugs before your family and I wasn’t putting up with that shit and I kicked your ass out. And what did you do? Instead of fighting to get your family back? You just drank more and took more meds and fucking wallowed in your self pity and your own self hate while I was raising your fucking kids!”

“Settle down, okay?” He takes her face in his hand. “Please. Just settle down. I need you to settle down.”

“You could have come home. You could have decided we were worth more to you. But you didn’t. You got worse and worse and started taking the worst possible jobs you could. The more dangerous, the better, right Tyler? That was what you were thinking. Instead of getting over your shit and getting your family back, you became the guy you were before we met.”

“That’s not true. That’s not what was I doing. That’s not what…”

“That’s exactly what you were doing!” She shoves his hands away. “Where were you? You could have fought for us. You could have fought for me. And you didn’t.”

“What did you want me to do?”

“I wanted you to love me enough to fight for me! I wanted you love me enough to say ‘fuck the job, fuck the booze, fuck the meds’ and come home and make things right. And you didn’t. You just got worse. What did you want me to do? Come begging on my hands and knees? Is that what you wanted?”

“No, baby. That’s not what I wanted.”

“You put me in the worst possible fucking situation. I was raising three kids on my own. I was the one they cried to when you were too drunk to show up to visit them. You put that all on me. And you have the nerve to ask me who some guy was that I could have fucked and didn’t? Fuck you, Tyler. I don’t owe a name. Or a face. I owe you shit.”

“Please…” both hands tightly grip the back of her head and he rests his forehead against her. “...just calm down, okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do this. Cause this. That’s not what I was trying to do. Just calm down. For the baby.”

“Nothing happened. Between me and that guy.”

“I know.”

“Do you know? Can you look me in the eye and tell me you believe me?”

He pulls back to look at her. “I believe you, Esme. I’ve always believed you.”

“If I tell you what happened, you have to promise me you’ll let it go. That you’ll put it behind us. Promise me, Tyler. That if I tell you…”

“DID you fuck him?”

“No. But there’s more to it than you think. That I didn’t tell you before because I knew you’d snap and I knew you’d hunt him down and beat the shit out of him and quite possibly kill him and I didn’t want you doing that.”

“Esme...what the fuck...?”

“It wasn’t anyone you know. It was someone from the daycare Millie and the twins were in.”

“A worker? There was like one guy that worked and I’m pretty sure he was gay because you used to come onto me all the time. Unless it was one of the girls and…”

“It was a dad. From the daycare. A single dad.”

“Which one?”

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t know him. He was a cop. That’s all I’m going to tell you about him. You don’t need to know his name or what he looked like or anything like that. I just need you to listen. I need to tell you the whole truth. Can you do that? Just listen?”

He nods.

“He asked me out and I said yes. Because I was pissed off and I was lonely and I wanted…I don’t know...I guess I wanted someone to want me. To look at me and tell me I was beautiful and desirable and all that shit. That’s what I wanted. Attention. What woman doesn't? And I wanted it from you and I wasn’t going to get it because of how fucked up things were. So he asked me out and I went. Because I needed that. I wanted someone to want me.”

“I wanted you. I wanted my wife.”

“And when you didn’t fight for me, that just pissed me off more and it made me want all that attention even more. So I went out on a date. And that’s all it was supposed to be. But I was drinking and he was drinking and everything coming out of his mouth sounded so good and I was falling for it and believing him and…”

“Jesus fuck, Esme.”

“...and I was going to go through with it. I was. Or I thought I was.”

“Where? In our bed?”

“What? No. I could never do that, Tyler. Ever. No. It wasn’t at the house. It was at his place.”

“You went to his place?”

“Like I said, I was drinking and I was enjoying the attention and believing all the shit he was saying and…” she pauses, taking in a gulp of breath. “...and I was going to do it and I changed my mind. I told him that I couldn’t do it because I was in love with my husband and he was the only man I wanted and I was hoping things would work out. And he didn’t like hearing that. I mean, he REALLY didn’t like hearing that. And he got pissed and started freaking out and trying to do things to me…”

“Esme...please tell me he didn’t…”

“He didn’t. I punched him in the face. And kicked him in the nuts. Then I left. The next time I saw you...when you got back from Panama... I had that bruise on my face…”

“The one you told me you got when Millie accidentally kicked you.”

“That’s the worst he did. But I didn’t want you to know the truth because I thought you’d hate me. I already thought you hated me. And I was still in love with you and I was still hopeful that you’d get your shit together and come home. That’s why I lied to you; about the bruise. And about why I took the kids out of the daycare. I said it was because of staff cuts and money issues and that’s not what it was. It was so I didn’t have to see that guy ever again.”

“Baby…” he lays a hand on the back of her head, drawing her face down into his shoulder. “...it’s okay…”

“I’m sorry. That I lied to you. I wanted to tell you everything. But I didn’t want you to hate me. I was worried if I told you, you’d never come home and I wanted you to come so bad. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay. I would never have hated you.”

Her hands cling to his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh. “I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I was a mess. I was a fucking mess and I was weak and I didn’t know what to do.”

“When you did come home and we started working on things I didn’t tell you the whole story because I knew how mad you’d get it and I knew you’d find out who it was and that you’d track him down and you’d beat the shit out him.”

“I would have done more than beat the shit out of him.”

“And that’s not what I wanted. I just wanted to forget about it. And I knew you wouldn’t let it go. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to hate me. I didn’t want you to leave.”

“Why would I leave? I was home. That’s where I wanted to be. With you. With my kids.”

“I thought you wouldn't believe me. I thought for sure you’d think I DID sleep with that guy and then you’d hate me and leave me and never come back. I’m sorry, Tyler. That I ever even went anywhere with that guy. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I just didn’t want to lose you.”

“It’s alright, baby. It’s alright. I never would have hated you and I never would have left. I would have believed you. Just like I believe you now. It’s okay…” he cradles her face in his hands, lips pressed against her forehead. “...you’re okay.”

“Are we okay?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I thought you’d be angry. At me.”

“I have no reason to be angry. And I’m sorry. That I was such a fuck up back then. I wanted to come home. I did. But I was a mess and you didn’t deserve that and neither did the kids. And yeah; maybe I did take jobs hoping they’d kill me. I already thought I’d lost everything. I didn’t think it mattered if someone put a bullet in me.”

“It would have mattered to me. And your kids. I just wanted to get your shit together and come home. And it never seemed to matter to you how much I begged and pleaded with you. It never got through. And I wish none of this ever happened. I’m sorry. That things got THAT bad.”

“I’m the one that’s sorry. It was my fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was all me.”

“Can you put it behind us now? Now that you know the whole truth? Can we let it go? Can YOU let it go?

He nods.

“I love you. So fucking much. You have no idea. You really don’t.”

“I love you, baby..,” he uses his thumbs to clear away the tears that glisten under her eyes and on her cheeks. “...I always have. I always will.”

She kneels in front of him and wraps both arms around his neck, squeezing as tight as she possibly can.

“It’s alright." He runs his hands up and down her back and kisses the side of her neck. “Everything’s alright now.”

“No. It’s not. My ass is still sore.”

He can’t help but laugh at that.

“And you wonder why I only give in once a year.”

“I’m sorry that my dick is THAT big.”

“Ninety nine percent of the time, I think it’s a blessing. This is the one percent of the time it’s not. I’m going to take a bath. Are you okay with the kids? Your body can hang in there? You’re not in too much pain?”

“I’m okay. I’ve been in worse pain. You’ve seen me a lot worse off.”

“Yeah, I have. And I don’t want to see it again. Promise me you’ll stay here. With us. Because we need you here. I NEED you here.”

“I promise,” he says, and presses a kiss to her temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Guess I’m gonna do this every week now. Here’s my feelings towards why r u episode 7:

- P’tong being the absolute best sister to tutor, someone give her a award for not only easing tutors mind when it comes to their family but also providing tutor with safety and comfort to come out! God I love her. Sad that we won’t see her again probably. Not to mention the fact that P’tong made fighter into a little blushing mess, he couldn’t stop fidgeting and looking adorable baby boy just wanted approval.

- tanthai and Japan still owning my heart and being the softest cutest little shits, they’re the ones that I can depend on giving me cavities every episode. I still have no clue what’s actually happening with them but tanthai is just going for it and Japan is melting and I’m here for it.

- the part where zol asked zen and Natee to help her with the social media thing for her bl had me crying, I want the behind the scenes of that so bad. Natee was so monotone and so good at providing the commentary that it had me tearing up.

- not @ day and hwa being the fucking worst liars, like CAN THEY BE MORE OBVIOUS ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP. Twas cute though.

- okay ha lol onto saifahzon. I just love them so so much, the subs were acting up again so I couldn’t follow the conversation properly but zon teasing saifah about the book and saifah’s puppy dog eyes looking up at zon has me 🥺 not to mention the fucking kiss on the stomach and all the play fighting and teasing. Mum they’re adorable help me!

- they trust each other so much now, the ease and comfort they bring to each other and the confidence saifah provides zon with, just makes me so incredibly soft. ANYBODY WHO SAYS THEYRE GONNA HAVE A BAD ENDING IS ON MY HIT LIST!

- sooooooo..... fighter comforting tutor will be my undoing we been knew though. They own my very soul. I MAY HAVE KNOWN WE WERE GONNA GET THE CONFESSION BUT DID THAT MAKE ME ANY LESS HAPPY? NO they’re gonna be so good for each other :’) saint really wasn’t joking when he said they lost count on how many times they kissed lol

- THE PREVIEW GALS THE PREVIEW!! I am going to be screeching next episode I can feel it. The minute I saw zon with those clothes and hair it was over for me, THEYRE GONNA KISS NEXT EPISODE FUCK YEAH THEYRE PROBABLY GONNA GET TOGETHER AS WELL!! my soft giant bean and my smol bean being together... god help all the mii2/saifahzon shippers next episode. BUT ALSO! Fighter and tutor being their selves and happy knowing about their relationship and possibly jealously oooof yes I’m here for it.

#why r u the series #why r u #yoon-topia

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Christmas Special: Day 25

-> BT21 X Reader(ft. OT7) -> BT21!AU -> Word Count: 5k -> Summary: Spending Christmas alone wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but Christmas with 7...somethings was not what you had in mind. -> Warning(s): Mild Language

A/N: Did not edit

After weeks on end of no rest and constant work, the boys are finally on their way home from their busy schedules. They’ll be able to go home and see their families this year, and it was a well deserved treat after everything they’ve done this year. So much work, and they’re about to reap they’re last reward.

Jimin yawns, stretching in his seat of the car next to Jin, “I am ready to get some sleep.”

“Yoongi is 10 steps ahead of you.” Hoseok laughs, casting a side glance to the man next to him passed out against the glass.

Jeongguk sighs, “I’m just excited for all the food my mom is going to make.”

The car pulls up to their apartment and they all pile out, some trying to wake up from their nap, others thanking their driver for getting them home safely, and then walking up to their apartment for a good night's sleep. They’ve all had long days, so seeing their front door is like a dream come true to end their night. Taehyung, in a burst of energy, runs ahead of his brothers to throw the door open.

“TaTa!” He cries, shoving his shoes off of his feet in a hurry and running down the hall to find his cuddly alien. The heart shaped creature pops his head out of the kitchen, a small smile appearing when he sees the very excited human. His small arms grow longer and start to wiggle in want as he waddles to give the tall boy a hug.

The others join the two in the hal, Namjoon being the last to close the door. Taehyung has his alien friend in his arms and their cheeks pressed together, “I have so much energy now that we’re home.”

“Are the others awake?” Hoseok asks. He takes a few steps towards Taehyung and TaTa before he spots Mang sitting peacefully on the couch on top of a sleeping Koya. He shrieks, “Mangie!”

RJ pops his head out of the kitchen just like TaTa had done, his bandana covered by Jin’s frilly pink apron. On the top of his head, Shooky sits nestled in his fur enjoying how high up he his. However, when the small Cookie catches sight of the stone-faced man staring at him, he jumps and tries to flee.

“Hey! Don’t be an asshole, get back here!” Yoongi chases after his friend, quickly catching the small trouble maker in his hands before he gets too far. Lifting him up to face level, the angry cookie decides to let it be and hop on the man’s shoulder out of reluctance. Yoongi nods, “That’s what I thought.”

The others greet their friends as well, taking seats in the living room to watch the boxing match Cooky had turned on while they were gone. Namjoon’s moved Koya from his spot on the couch to rest on him instead, fixing his ears when they fall to the couch.

“Are you guys excited for Christmas next week?” Jimin asks, playing with the floppy ears on Chimmy’s hoodie while he not-so-quietly plays the harmonica on his lap .

Cooky pauses his play boxing with Jeongguk to raise a fist in excitement. He - just like the others who had given their response - were very ready to spend their holiday with the boys. After being away so long on tour, they were happy to finally spend time together again.

“I - for one - am overjoyed to have a break.” Yoongi sighs, moving Shooky from his head - where he’d climbed just to annoy the other - back to his chest, holding him there with a firm hand despite his protests to be let go.

“What are you guys going to do with your time?” Taehyung asks, popping his head over the top of TaTa’s larger one.

“My brother wants to go ice fishing, so I was thinking about going with him.” Jin says, taking a sip from the tea RJ had made.

“Why ice fishing?” Hoseok asks. He tilts his head at his older friend, and Mang - the loveable, copycat he is - does the same.

Jin shrugs, “No clue. But how bad could it be?”

“Cold? No one around? The possibility of no fish at all?” Yoongi lists off all the possible things that could be wrong with ice fishing, snorting when they all are indeed terrible, “You’re right, nothing terrible at all.”

“I’m going to take Tannie out to get new toys.” Taehyung says, changing the subject.

Hoseok nods in approval, adding in his own plans, “I was thinking of taking my mom and sister shopping.”

“My mom wants to go ice skating.” Namjoon adds.

The boys continue talking, and sharing their holiday plans, but the friends around them begin to realize that they had not been mentioned in any of them. Chimmy - arguably the cutest - turns to Jimin - easily the most gullible member - and tilts his head in confusion.

“What’s wrong, ChimChim?” Jimin asks, pulling the little bean closer to him.

“They wish to know if they will be joining the festivities of the holiday as well.” VAN speaks up. The men in the room jump in surprise, Joon accidentally dropping one of Koya’s ears in the process. They all turn to the robot in the corner of the room, not exactly sure when it arrived. “Will they also be joining you on your vacations.”

“It’s best if all of you stay here in the house.” Namjoon sighs, he expected this. Part of him knew they’d want to join them as well, and he could understand why. But the outside world was no place for them.

“The people outside won’t like you guys.” Jeongguk says. He didn’t mean it maliciously, or in anyway to hurt them. But it’s when he sees Chimmy and Mang frozen in horror that he realizes he should have phrased his words better.

Shooky makes a sound of displeasure from where he sits on Yoongi before sliding off of the man and storming off to another area of the house. Yoongi sits up to look after him, “Shooky!”

Chimmy and Mang follow after, running in zig-zags so they won’t be caught by their friends. Jimin sighs, “Chimmy! He didn’t mean it like that!”

“Mang!”

Soon, the rest of the little friends they shared an apartment with had toddled off after the others, even Koya after sliding off of Namjoon’s lap from his slumber and taking his ears with him. The men left in the room sigh together, turning to the youngest with looks of disappointment.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Jeongguk defends, shying away from the glares he’s getting. The other’s shake their heads in disappointment. They’d have to find some way to make it up to the little guys after the holiday was over.

----

Halfway across the world, in a small 1 bedroom apartment outside of the city, you sit on your balcony enjoying the chilly night air. Unlike most of your friends and the rest of your family, you were still stuck all by yourself for the holiday. You have work to do, people to please day in and day out. Unfortunately for you, there was no time for you to go home and see your family this year. Then again, it wasn’t like they really wanted to see you anyway. Your dad made sure to tell you that when he talked to you over the phone about you visiting.

He called to ask if you were coming to see them for the holiday, and when you told him that you wouldn’t be able to make it, he was furious. He treated you like you weren’t a grown adult paying for your own apartment and living on your own taking care of yourself. He seemed to always have something to say that just burst your bubble when you felt you were succeeding as an adult.

That’s what brought you out here to enjoy the peace and quiet of the night.

“He just doesn’t get it…” You mutter to yourself. You look towards the sky where you can make out some of the stars if you squint hard enough. “What is his problem?”

Unbeknownst to you, you have a quiet listener above. Van, having been upset for their friends, had taken off to find someone also in need of friendship for the holiday. He’d searched far and wide, but none that truthfully needed someone. You were Van’s fifth distress call that he heard, so he came to see what you were in need of.

“I just want to show that I’m good enough…Why can’t he see that?” You ask to no one, not having any clue to your silent watcher. You wipe a stray tear and pull your knees to your chest. “He’s the reason I don’t even want to go home. I just want some love”

Love? Van knew where love was. His friends had plenty of love to give! His friends could help you easily.

Your phone rings, and your quick to compose yourself to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hey, are you coming to spend Christmas with me?” Your friend asks, checking in on her offer from the other week. You had been talking to her about what was going on in your life and she was quick to offer you a place to go, but you didn’t want to make anyone else suffer with you.

“Ah...no...I have a lot of work to do…Maybe another time.” You offer.

She sighs, “Are you sure? I have the room!”

“No! I’m sure…” You assure her, wiping another tear that falls from her eye.

“Okay...Have a great holiday!” She cheers.

“You too.” You say halfheartedly, hanging up sometime after. You stare at your phone in sadness, “You wouldn’t want me around anyway.”

Van’s eyes flash a blue, sadness taking over his senses. He can feel your pain and the need for love. He has no doubt in his AI brain that you need love, and he knows just the people for the job.

He flies off, not seeing the way you slump over and let more tears fall from your eyes.

---

After your crying session was finished, you had returned to your room to release the rest of your dignity in the safety of your sheets -Your neighbors probably enjoyed your crying too much anyways. But now, waking up to the morning light you feel refreshed and not as moody as when you fell asleep. You’re so relaxed, you almost don’t even notice the loud crash that comes from your kitchen.

Almost.

You sigh, annoyed that your cat - Mr. Whiskey - was probably in the kitchen looking for food and knocking over your pots and pans again. You throw off your blankets and leave your room to scold the animal in question, but you stop dead in your tracks when you see creatures you’d never seen before littering your apartment. In front of you is a dog(?) holding the vase your best friend gave you as a housewarming gift, where the vase sat sits what looks to be a cookie waving its arms around. Your coffee table has a koala sleeping on it, an alpaca with a bandana around its neck drinking a bottle of tea you had stocked in your fridge. Running around your coffee table is a blue and purple horse with a pink bunny chasing behind it. And standing next to your window, is a blue, yellow polka-dotted, heart head something trying to pick up the glass. You’re unsure of how to feel, but your body has no problem reacting for you as you drop to the ground.

The rowdy creatures making a mess in your living room stop what they’re doing, turning their attention to where you lay passed out on the floor. They stare at your limp body in confusion, wondering when you had woken up. You were asleep when they got there, but they must have woken you up.

Well, they can’t just leave you there.

A few hours later, you wake up to something wet on your right hand and a weight pressing down on you. Opening your eyes slowly, you make out what looks to be the koala snoring away on top of you. In between the both of you is a blanket you kept laying over the top of the couch for your movie nights, keeping you warm.

“That wasn’t a dream…?” You ask yourself. You look to your right and see a small bowl of water placed beside you, your hand having been placed inside the bowl. You pull your hand out and sigh, thankful that the stuid trick hadn’t actually worked on you. You look around your living room and finally take notice of the creature you thought you’d dreamt alive, sitting around looking at you. You sit up fast.

“What the-Sorry.” In your haste to sit up and get a better look at the things before you, the koala on top of you fell off of you and onto the floor below. Feeling guilty for practically throwing the poor thing, you reach down to help him back up. But your thrown completely off guard when you see that his ears have fallen right off of his head. You scream, “Oh my god! What the hell is going on?!”

The blue, yellow, and red one looks to you and begins trying to explain what’s happening, but everything he says seems to be in another language that you have no knowledge of. It’s enough to spur even more shock out of you.

You shake your head trying to gain some of your sanity back, “What are you saying? What are you guys?!”

Next to her, the Alpaca with the bandana begins walking to you with your phone in his hand. He has a sweet smile - he shouldn’t have a smile at all, but that’s not important at the moment - but the fact that he’s been using your phone is concerning.

“How did you get into my phone?!” You ask accusingly. First they break into your home, break your things, and now they’re using your phone?! You’re absolutely livid until the alpaca before you turns the phone off and grabs your hand to use the thumbprint. He gives you a smile before returning to what he was doing in the first place, and you’re suddenly left feeling sorry for yelling.

“Oh…” Is all that you say. You wait and watch what he -or she - continues searching until they’ve found what they’re looking for. So, when he turns and shows you a video of them with a group of real people, you grow a little softer. You can’t help but wonder, ‘Are they lost?’ Korea is a long way to travel, and your knowledge of Korean is limited to the small phrases your college roommate had taught you.

“Would you understand me better in Korean?” You ask, iffy on your pronunciation. Thankfully, the dog shakes his head slowly, his floppy ears twisting around his head until they fall back to his side where they had started. You nod in understanding, but it does little to calm your nerves. “Why are you here? How did you all get here? Will you get off of that?!”

In the corner of your eye, you’d kept seeing the pink bunny moving around. But it was the last straw when he began hanging off of your potted plant by your balcony door like it was a swing. His ears droop and his happy grin turns into a disappointed pout as he hops down. The horse hops down from your loveseat and waddles over to the slightly open window to point out the window you keep open just enough for Mr. Whiskey.

You shake your head in disappointment. You knew this situation would come to light sooner or later, but this exact situation wasn’t what you were expecting, Either way, these...things couldn’t stay. “You all need to go home.”

Around the room, there seems to be an unspoken sadness that each one of them holds, enough to let you know that they aren’t lost at all. These poor little things left their friends because they wanted to...

“Why don’t you want to go home? They’re you’re friends, right?” You ask. It wasn’t as if they could answer your questions in depth, but it was worth a shot to gain an understanding.

The alpaca takes your phone again, asking for your thumbprint so he can get into it again. He types away, taking his time so he can do everything correctly. You’re surprised when your phone speaks the words he wants to say, “Friends don’t want us for Christmas.”

It was sad, but you knew how that felt to an extent. But if they were anything like you, it was them that didn’t want to be with friends for the holiday. You sugh, “I doubt that’s true.”

The small cookie that you thought you’d definitely dreamt up climbs up the alpaca and takes the phone right out of his hands. It’s almost unreal when he begins typing, and you’re even more shocked at what plays from your phone. “Friends abandoned us because they don’t like us and we’re not cool to be around and they’re embarrassed of us those apples. apples. apples. Apples.”

“Well, you need to go back whether you want to or not! They’re your friends, and they’re going to be worried about you. They love you…” You say, trying to explain the importance of them going home. Sure they may not feel welcome, but that doesn’t mean they should just...not...go.

Yeah, maybe you all were more alike than you thought.

“My friends are looking for a friend to spend the holiday with.” A voice speaks up. You look up just in time to see another creature - half grey and white, round head, and ‘x’ and ‘o’ for eyes - smash the rest of your window and enter on its own. Being your second surprise of the day, you do the next logical thing.

You pass out again.

----

Back home - in Korea - the boys are waking up to begin parting ways. Jimin and Jeongguk were the first two to wake up as they needed to travel all the way to Busan for Christmas. All is the same, nothing unusual compared to what they’re used to. Then again...nothing unusual was completely unusual itself. Normally, Shooky or Kooky would be making a fuss in the kitchen by now with RJ making something to eat while ignoring them.

“Have you seen Cookie?” Jeongguk asks, poking a hole in the banana milk he took from the fridge.

Jimin shakes his head, taking a bite out of the toast he made, “He wasn’t sleeping with you last night?”

“No, I thought he was upset with me.” The younger explains. He sighs, remembering how uset the bunny was yesterday. He hoped by now that he wouldn’t be upset anymore, but it looked like he was still not happy with him by any means.

Jimin shrugs, taking another bite of his breakfast, “Chimmy didn’t want to sleep with me either.”

“Don’t you want to say goodbye though?” Jeongguk asks.

“Yeah, but we can’t force them to talk to us if they’re unhappy.” Jimin stands up from his chair and puts his plate in the sink. Passing Jeongguk, he places a hand on his shoulder, “They’ll be fine in a few days. As soon as we get back from vacation.”

“Yeah, okay.”

----

After waking up for a third time, you’ve calmed down quite a bit. Now, the only thing you’re worried about is getting these rowdy creatures out of your home and back to their own. You sat on your couch scrolling through plane tickets trying to find the cheapest one possible to Korea. Van and the others had already tried to help you fly back the way they had flown to you, but you vetoed that idea before you got dropped.

Now, it was just a matter of time before you’d have to figure out how to get these boys back to their boys. The first step is the plane ticket, but the second step is finding where exactly these boys lived. Why you had to go made no sense at all, but these little nuisances wouldn’t let you out of it or they’d stay - how they threatened you using your phone.

The whole notion was absurd to you, buying a plane ticket just to return 7 - or 8 - rowdy little creatures that you weren’t really sure were what you thought they were back to South Korea where they live with the most popular boy band in the world. They were only guarded by high end security, and they were only followed by millions of women everywhere.

Not a problem at all.

Now, sitting in your seat next to RJ and Chimmy - who are dressed up in a trench coat pretending to be human - while the others are hidden in your carry ons or on the strange duo next to you, you try to relax while you wait to land. This was the craziest thing you’ve ever done, and there was no way this would actually work. There couldn’t be any possible way for this to work.

But it had to.

-----

The door to the dorms slams shut, alerting the boys who didn’t have the chance to leave yet that Jimin had returned. He was already in Busan by the time Namjoon called him to tell him the news and he was pissed to know his plans had been changed for him.

“Well, ‘hello’ to you too.” Yoongi teases, getting comfortable in his seat before they would have to leave.

“Don’t talk to me right now.” Jimin glares at him, taking a seat on the couch opposite from him.

Namjoon sighs, “Look, I know this is inconvenient bu-”

“Inconvenient? I only told my whole family I’d be home this year.” Hoseok laughs, slightly pissed himself.

“It’s just one performance.” Namjoon sighs.

“One performance that we have four days to prepare for and no heads up that we shouldn’t tell our families to expect us for the holiday.” Yoongi argues.

“Guys, please…” The leader begs.

Jeongguk sighs, “Namjoon, there is no way you are not upset about this.”

“I’m upset too, but what more can we do?” He asks.

“Fight! Yell! Argue!” Jimin says.

“Then why haven’t you?” Namjoon asks in retaliation. Jimin looks at him with the last bit of rage he has left before downcasting his eyes. “Exactly…”

“Have you guys seen TaTa?” Taehyung asks, changing the subject.

Jin sighs, rubbing his face with his hands, “I haven’t seen any of them since Guk scared them off.”

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“I swear to God, little horse man, come out of that bathroom right now!” You yell, banging on the bathroom door. You’d gotten off your plane about an hour ago and grabbed an uber, keeping the boys hidden. But as much as you wanted to get them home, you also wanted to sleep. Now, you were banging on the bathroom door of your hotel trying to get the little rascal to come out. “I have to pee!”

The others were doing their own things: The cookie, the bunny, and the alpaca watching TV on the floor, the heart dude was drawing on the notepads the hotel had, the koala was sleeping on the couch, and the dog was jumping up and down on your bed instead of his own that most of them would be sharing. You just wanted to pee, was that too much to ask? You wanted to spend Christmas in your own bed with no one else - Well, not really, but they didn’t know that - but no one seemed to get that.

The bathroom door opens and the little horse comes waddling out with toilet paper on his foot, adjusting his apparent mask that you had no idea he had.

Yeah, you just needed to pee and get some rest at this point.

----

Despite the inconvenience of having to go in and learn a new performance in time for Christmas, it was still a relief to be able to come home to their own beds. Despite the rough hours of rehearsal and the want to be with family again, it was nice to be with friends they could all consider family.

Only, they were missing pieces of their little family.

“When are they going to come back?” Taehyung asks, cuddling further into Jimin.

The older boy sighs deeply, “I don’t know.”

“I’m getting worried.” Hoseok admits, pausing his scrolling on his phone.

“What if they never come back?” Jeongguk asks, mindlessly playing with the pillow on his lap.

Namjoon sighs, “They will. We just have to be patient.”

“I just miss them so much.” Taehyung whines.

“Isn’t there a way to make this go faster?” Jin asks.

----

“Can we go any faster?” You ask the uber driver while your stuck in traffic. According to your GPS, the address the alpaca put in for you was only a few blocks away, but this traffic was putting you an hour behind.

The man sighs, this being the 3rd time you’ve asked him, “Ma’am, I’m stuck in traffic.”

Your leg starts bouncing, becoming inpatient the longer you sit here. You’re too close to just be sitting here. You shake your head and grab the door handle, “We’ll get out here.” You and the boys exit the car and start your journey to the Hanam Hills Estate, trying your best to get there before the snow comes down. You push through even when Shooky and Koya crawl onto your back to sleep peacefully while the rest of you trek further and further. It’s only when you get to the security gate do you realize that is an impossible mission.

You stop before the box, already knowing this was a dead end, “How am I supposed to get in there?! There’s no way they’re going to let me in there when I’m not-” You pause your rant when you see the bunny bumping fists with the security guard, as well as the alien and the dog. He lets them pass and the others follow. So you, with the other two on your back, nod to the guard as you pass.

“I’m with them…” You nod, using the best Korean you can as you pass. You follow behind blindly, thanking yourself for wearing boots and not sneakers as you pass every unknown celebrity home with strange creatures that apparently know people well. And then you come to a tall building where the others have stopped, waiting for you to catch up.

“Is this really it?” You ask, staring ahead at the building above you. The boys push forward towards the door and you follow, climbing up two flights of stairs before you make it to another door. Your heart boy extends his limbs - another skill you didn’t know he had - and he rings the doorbell three times before returning to his form.

This was it.

They were home.

They didn’t need you anymore.

“Well, I got you boys back so I’ll just be going.” You say, ready to get out of there when the alien himself grabs onto you and holds you in place. You squirm in his hold, “Hey, let me go, you crazy alien!”

“Hello?” The door opens and your met with a tall man sporting shorts and a white, mario graphic tee. His confusion turns to happiness when he realizes just who is in front of him. He immediately runs to your alpaca friend, “You’re home!”

You hear other voices from behind him in the home. “They’re back?”

“Chimmy!”

“Mang!”

The group that you had seen your boys with appears right in front of your eyes, each one smiling wide at the sight of their friends coming home. To think that they thought they were embarrassed by them. They looked like they were in love with them.

One of them looks directly at your little alien, and then looks to you attached to him. Him nod, “Hey.”

“This is (Y/n).” You scream at the sudden intrusion of the robot, holding on tight to the creature that just won’t let you go. You weren’t used to this. How could anyone get used to this? “She was lonely and needed our friends like they needed her.”

“Thank you for ratting me out to strangers.” You say, annoyed with the damn piece of technology. Looking to the men at the door looking back at you, you shrug, “So, maybe their presence wasn’t terrible, but I had to get them home where they belong...with you guys.”

The man in front of you smiles a boxy smile, throwing his arms open and pulling you into a hug similar to the one you’re already in. Only this one pulls you back and forth against your will.

“Taehyung, you’ll make her sick!” A voice calls.

“Hyung, you shouldn’t shake her that much.” Another scolds.

You sigh when the man stops shaking you, “Yeah, I should really get going anyways.”

“But you came all this way, you can’t just leave.” He argues. The alien around your neck nods and he laughs, “See? TaTa even wants you to stay.”

“TaTa? So, that’s your name, you little rascal.” You tease, shaking the creature attached to your hip. You smile, “It’s cute.”

TaTa smiles at you, only then deciding to slide off of you and join his friends who are already going inside to their home. The boys that they left, however, remain. The one that couldn’t keep his hands to himself smiles at you, “They really don’t want you to leave.”

You shake your head, “I don’t belong here, though.”

“Says who?” Another boy asks. He throws you a smile, and you see a peak of his dimples. “You should at least spend Christmas with someone.”

You don’t know what made you do it, the smiles, the pleas, or the rowdy little things at the door giving you puppy dog eyes, but you did it.

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