#whatever. i made a really cute beanie with bear ears on it for him

[froghwon]

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[thotsforvillainrights]

Im so glad youre back! I have another teddy themed ask, the hassaikai with a teddy-quirk s/o? I mean they are cuddly, like a really soft pillow, bear ears and tail, you get it. Lots of love to my favourite creator! 🧸❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(Insert the Uno Reverse Love Card here❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

~Teddy Bear Quirk S/O and the Hassaikai~

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-Pops: He is so soft for you oh my God. I’d probably rate him the title of most wholesome person to date or to be with in general. He’s always making sure that you feel like you’re completely loved no matter what. He’ll stop whatever it is he’s doing to make you happy. He would pull the moon and the stars from space and give it to you if he could. Often times it feels more like he’s a teddy bear than you are.

-Overhaul: Dating him can be a little annoying when you have a quirk like this. The man carries around these little lint rollers and keeps wiping you down to make sure your fur doesn’t get dirty. Sure it feels kinda nice, but you know it can be annoying after a while. He means well! He loves you and cares for you...after he offered to take your quirk away a couple of times when you first started dating. Besides this, he can be a bit over-BEARING hahaha...I’ll see myself out.

-Chrono: Lots of tail and ear pulling so watch your back around him. He always waits until you least expect it before he strikes. If it really begins to bother you then let him know and he’ll let off of it for a while. If you stay silent about the whole thing then this will be your life now. Aside from that, please know he’s not doing it to be mean...well he is but not like that. It’s just the way he displays his love to you.

-Mimic: He’s real defensive over you. He’s usually in his small form so he knows what it’s like to be kicked around or made fun of. He’s been called ‘build-a-bear’ more times than you can count. He’s also been called a beanie baby as well. He can take it, but he can’t take it when it’s directed at you. That’s why when someone says something offhanded about you he’s at their throats immediately. A lot of the other members know not to overstep their boundaries when he’s nearby.

-Nemoto: Calls you cute every waking minute of every single day. Maybe it can get to be a little annoying right? He doesn’t really take you seriously sometimes and this can be off-putting. He forgets you’re a full grown adult and not just some cute thing due to your quirk. Oh and don’t even try getting into a couples argument or getting upset at him because it’s not going to work. He just thinks you’re too adorable!

-Deidoro: Never in a million years would you have taken him to be a cuddler but here he was, nestled comfortably into you for the 5th time today. He was like this when he was drunk AND sober. He also liked being the small spoon a lot of times when it comes to bed. You were so oddly comforting to him and he couldn’t place a finger on why, nor did he really want to. 

-Rappa: Be prepared for lots of rough play and man handling. This boy must have you confused for a real bear at this point. You’re going to have to get him to stop tackling you and shoving you around so often because although he considered it as a playful endeavor, you were fighting for your life under his immense weight lol. 

-Tengai: If you want a partner to care for your every need then you chose the right one. This man is coming at you with his all no matter the time or hour of the day. He’s brushing your fur, always scratching that special spot behind your ears, holding you and even giving you massages. He on top of whatever problem you may be having at the moment, and he’s always there to lend an ear to you. His only flaw is trying to keep you away from the others. This is not due to jealously, but to the fact he doesn’t want them to hurt you or scuffle your fur in any way.

-Hojo: Chuckles a lot when he first meets you. He’s got a funny joke about you all the time, and it never really stopped when you started dating either. You’ve just got such an interesting quirk to him. This being said, he’s sure not to be too hard on you since he’s got such a soft spot for you after all.

-Setsuno: If you thought Deidoro was a cuddler, then you should see Setsuno in action. If you let this man, he’ll lay on you long enough to form a dent/crater in the tuft of your fur. I hope you haven’t got any special plans for today because it’s cuddle time. Maybe it could be the way you smell or maybe it’s just the softness of your fur. Either way, you’re more like an addiction than any drug or drink could offer him. Don’t worry because the whole time he’s cuddling you’ll never feel unappreciated. He’s got many words of praise to utter out only for your cute ears to hear.

-Tabe: To be honest with you, I don’t think our quirk makes a difference about how he’d feel or react to you. Yes he spends a great deal of time stroking your soft fur and admiring you, but he’s do the same thing even if you were quirkless! That’s the thing about him. He falls in love rather hard, so the moment he lays eyes on you he knows he has to be by your side till the end of time. The man would die for you if he could, so don’t question it.

-Katsukame: He’s taken to putting you on his shoulder and back like an accessory. He dares anyone to call him out for it and he’ll beat them until they see stars. You’re his S/O with a rather cute quirk so he could only act accordingly!

[telli1206]

(Per our discussion 😘) It's summer, but Carlos tends to layer up. He falls asleep after a long day out while Jay's in the shower or something, so Jay decides to tuck him in like that and go to bed, but then Carlos starts getting wiggly b/c he's way overheated btwn. his clothes, the blankets, and Jay being a human furnace, so Jay tries to wake him up to get him to strip down so they can both be in peace, but Carlos doesn't wake up and Jay thinks he's faking, so he starts to help things along. 😉

Finally getting the inspo to write this one @hersilentlanguage​, so I hope it was worth the wait 😁

WARNING: Mild smut with sexual implications

Jay grunts and jolts suddenly from the feel of a sharp pain under his arm. He blinks furiously to coax the sleep out of his eyes, the fog in his brain too deep to even register what’s happening.

Not that he really needs to, he kind of already knows what’s going on. It’s always the same person who’s to blame for his shittiest nights of sleep.

Jay should be angry. Fuck, he has every right to be. Is there anything worse than being ripped from a deep sleep by a physical attack? He can’t think of anything. Still, he just sighs and rubs at his side. If he didn’t love the boy so damn much, there’d be nothing stopping him from grabbing him and just chucking him off the bed. And yet...

Auradon may have made him soft, just a little bit. But he’s pretty sure Carlos Oscar De Vil was already well on his way to turning Jay into a teddy bear anyway.

He reaches for the culprit of his pain, managing to curl his fingers around a sock-covered foot before another jab has him wincing and scooting back, positioning himself away from another attack.

“Fuck, ‘Los,” he moans, still gripping tightly to his boyfriend’s foot. “You can be a little shit, you know that?”

Carlos starts to mumble unintelligibly, his nose scrunching adorably as the utter nonsensicals spill from his lips. He’s moving as he tries to talk, his body shifting and wriggling it’s way up the bed, jerking out of Jay’s grasp. He kicks up Jay’s side, bit by bit, scurrying his lithe body upwards until it lands flat and flush against their headboard.

Jay sighs, watching as Carlos finally settles just above his head. His new position on the hard wood of their headboard looks terribly uncomfortable, and Carlos must subconsciously agree as he clearly continues to squirm, batting Jay repeatedly on top of his head with the billow of his sleeve in the process.

“Carlos!” Jay tries again, his voice hushed but firm. He grabs at the sleeve in his face and tugs, but Carlos simply rolls the other way, pressing his body onto the wood with a discontented hum.

Jay huffs as he props himself up on his forearms and turns fully to face Carlos. His plans of going to sleep at the moment have gone to shit, so he may as well try to get Carlos situated again. His best shot at a proper night’s sleep anyway is when he’s wrapped around his favorite warm body, his face pressed into Carlos’ soft expanse of white curls.

So he’s doing this for both of them, really.

Jay carefully snakes an arm under Carlos, moving slowly to keep from jostling him too much and potentially waking him. Once he can reach, he wraps both arms around Carlos and pulls him into his chest, holding him tightly and remaining as motionless as possible, hopeful that the few movements aren’t enough to cause him to stir.

To Jay’s surprise, Carlos hardly startles. Actually, he hardly moves at all. Definitely not what he expected.

He decides to loosen his grip to check on Carlos, and Carlos surprises Jay again by spinning slowly to face him. Though his eyes are pinched closed, Jay can still hear his soft mumblings, coming and going lightly with each breath.

“‘Los?” Jay leans in closer, pressing their foreheads together as he tries to focus on his boyfriend’s words.

Carlos moans at the contact and pushes in even closer so they’re practically cheek to cheek. He’s slick with sweat, and Jay can feel the dampness and heat radiating off of him. Jay reaches over to cup Carlos’ cheek, running his fingers gingerly over the moist skin.

“Fuck, I’m sorry pup,” he sighs, pulling back. “I shouldn’t have let you sleep in all this shit. It’s way too hot.” He thumbs at the zipper of Carlos’ hoodie with one hand while his other moves to Carlos’ head, gently pushing his red beanie back until it slides off and drops behind them and onto the floor.

Despite today being sunny and warm, Carlos had opted to layer up his clothing as usual, throwing Jay’s hoodie and beanie on over his shorts and t-shirt. It’s a habit that Carlos just can’t seem to shake. But, after years of Carlos feeling that he needs to hide...both his imperfections and his existence as a whole, no one had really expected for him to change that overnight.

Besides, Jay is more than happy to see Carlos wearing his clothes. He doesn’t want to look possessive, but, he really is. Especially when it comes to Carlos. He’s been dying to claim the cute freckled boy since they met, and it finally feels safe, normal even, to do that in Auradon. So he’ll gladly take every chance he can get to show that Carlos is...well...his.

It’s not like anyone is complaining about it anyway. Carlos is fucking adorable when he’s in clothes that are too big for him. That’s just common knowledge.

Still, Carlos overdid it with the layers today. And Jay scolds himself for being a lazy boyfriend and just dropping Carlos in bed to sleep instead of helping him change first into something less...suffocating.

He’s definitely paying for that choice now.

Carlos gasps when the beanie falls away and exposes his head to the cool air of their room. He tips his head back to shake out his matted down curls, relaxing back into Jay with a sigh of relief and resting his head on Jay’s shoulder.

“Does that feel good, pup? Do you want me to take off a little more? Cool you off?”

Jay reaches for Carlos’ zipper again, dragging it down slowly just an inch or so and then stops, waiting for Carlos’ reaction.

“Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Whatever you want I’ll do it. I just wanna help you sleep.”

Carlos is quiet, his head unmoving from Jay’s shoulder. Jay breathes soft and shallow, his hand still frozen at Carlos’ zipper as he listens for any type of response from him. But the silence hangs in the air for over a minute, and Jay is starting to wonder exactly how deeply his boyfriend may be sleeping.

Finally, Carlos starts to shift, moving his hips slightly to bring his body even closer to Jay’s. He drapes a leg across Jay’s waist as he tilts his head up to bring his lips to Jay’s ear. He doesn’t speak, instead choosing to kiss his way down the shell of Jay’s ear, stopping only to tug at Jay’s lobe with his teeth.

“Pupppp,” he moans, biting down hard on his lip to muffle the sound. His hands fly to Carlos’ hips, squeezing tightly as Carlos’ kissing continues its way down his jaw to his neck.

“I didn’t think undressing you would get you in the mood that easy, but I’m not gonna complain,” Jay chuckles. But his laughter fades away with his breath when Carlos bites down on the junction of his neck and starts to suck at his most sensitive spot.

Jay chokes, his mind numbing with pleasure as he starts to fumble for Carlos’ hoodie again, this time grabbing the zipper roughly and ripping it down. Carlos is still latched to his neck as he pushes the sleeves down, quickly freeing Carlos of his hoodie and dropping it to the floor to join his beanie.

When Carlos’ mouth finally detaches from Jay, he takes the opportunity to dip down and kiss over Carlos’ collarbone, letting his hands glide down Carlo’s t-shirt as he does so. When he reaches the bottom he hooks his fingers under the hem, pulling away for only a second to tug it over Carlos’ head and toss it aside.

Carlos hums his approval, his eyes still closed but his mouth spread wide in his most pleased smile. He looks utterly content when Jay starts to kiss fervently over the newly exposed freckled skin of Carlos’ chest, flushed and warm under his lips.

Jay smiles against Carlos’ shuddered breaths, his body responding almost desperately for more of Jay’s touch. And Jay is eager to please. He kisses his way down Carlos’ stomach, reaching for the button of his shorts as his mouth descends closer. Within seconds he has them unbuttoned and unzipped, and they’re off and on the ground before Carlos can react.

Not that he would. He’s already distracted himself with the skin of Jay’s neck, scraping his teeth along it and mouthing lightly at Jay’s pulse.

Jay is encouraged further by Carlos’ moans, hot and tingly against his skin. He snakes both of his hands down the back of Carlos’ boxers, grazing along skin that’s too soft, and feels too delicious against his own. He stops to  playfully squeeze at firm cheeks, as perfect and perky as he’s ever had the pleasure of touching. He peppers kisses at Carlos’ shoulder, massaging tenderly with his hands before lifting his arms to slide the material down--

“Uh. Um. J-Jay?”

Jay stills in his movements. “Yeah, Pup?”

He shifts backwards, his eyes searching for Carlos’ in the dim twilight. But when their gazes meet, Jay can feel guilt pooling in his gut.

Carlos’ eyes are wide...confused. There’s no recognition in his features at all, no indication left of the passion he and Jay were engaging in just moments ago. Jay releases his grip when he feels Carlos start to squirm, sliding his hands out of Carlos’ boxers and urging some space between their bodies.

“Are we...is th-this...”

Jay winces at the uncertainty in Carlos’ tone. His brow furrows, unable to hide his worry.

“Shit ‘Los, I’m sorry. I thought you were...I thought we were...were you not, into it? Evil, if I did something you didn’t want, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

Carlos puts a finger to Jay’s lips to end his ramblings. Jay complies, laying silent as he stares into Carlos’ deep brown eyes. They’re more alert now, but laced with softness, and they stare back at Jay with an intensity that’s making his heart constrict and his breath hitch. When the finger is dragged away from Jay’s lips, Carlos is quick to replace it with a tentative kiss, light and airy with barely a brush of contact.

“Jay.”

Jay opens his eyes, unsure as to when he even closed them. Carlos is smiling at him now, bright and toothy and so, so beautiful. Jay silently hopes his damn eyelids didn’t deny him of this for too long. Every single one of Carlos’ smiles is his favorite thing in the world.

“Jay,” Carlos repeats, brushing his fingers across Jay’s cheek. “Are you good now? I swear, you’re too damn sweet for your own good sometimes.”

Jay blinks and blinks, his face blank as tries to understand what he thinks he heard.

“Too...sweet?”

Carlos shakes his head and laughs. With a swing of his hips, he flips Jay onto his back and rolls on top of him. When Carlos sits up, he’s straddling Jay’s waist and looking into surprised eyes. He smirks and flicks a finger to Jay’s chin, snapping shut his slightly agape expression.

“I thought I was dreaming, Jay. That’s all. I know you’d never mean to do anything I didn’t want to. I’d never think that. You’re so good to me.”

Jay exhales, grinning up at Carlos, who leans in for another kiss.

“Ok, thanks pup. I-”

He’s cut off by Carlos squeezing his face and pressing a kiss down firmly onto his pursed lips.

“Besides,” he mumbles against Jay’s mouth, “Who the hell would complain about waking up to their dreams coming true?”

Carlos slips his hands underneath Jay’s shirt, splaying them out as he sits back upright with a cocky grin.

“Now, can you fill me in on what we were doing? Because I’d like to continue.”

[sincerelyreidburke]

won’t you lay me down

Hi, I wrote some CCU hurt/comfort fluff. I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but bear with me.

In which: Derek has a bad mental health day. Will has his back.

Also on ao3!

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Will doesn’t see the text at first.

It’s not really his fault. Monday mornings are busy. After morning practice at 6:30 (Will likes that better than evening practice, and as captain he’s tried to keep the practice schedule relatively consistent), he has a meeting with Hall and Murray for thirty minutes while the rest of the team filters out to their respective morning activities and routines. It’s the last he sees of Derek until the afternoon, every Monday— because after Will’s meeting with the coaches, he’s straight off to his internship in Boston for the rest of the morning, then comes back to campus for his 2:30 CS 381 class.

So when the text comes in, he’s mid-transit from Boston to Samwell, sitting in traffic on 128. As a general rule, he doesn’t check his phone while driving. Also, why the fuck is there so much traffic in the middle of the day on a Monday.

He doesn’t understand Massachusetts drivers.

Anyway. It’s when he gets back to campus that he sees it, sitting in his lockscreen over the wallpaper of him and Derek.

18m ago

Derek: do u mind if i chill in the basement

Derek: can’t focus in my room, c is playing music

Oh. Will unlocks his phone, sitting in his student parking spot. He and Derek use each other’s rooms all the time, even outside of their constant sleeping-over in each other’s. Many a time has he returned from class, internship, or other obligation to find his boyfriend hanging out in the bungalow.

They have their own spaces in the Haus, but they do their fare share of, well. Sharing.

Sry just saw this , he sends back. Was drivung. Of cuorse you can use the basment

He looks at the text thread for a second, then sends a <3 after his message, and tucks his phone away again.

On to the next thing.

Class is sort of tedious today, but what’s worse than it is the actual trek back to the Haus from the compsci building, because it’s frigid outside, a chill that gets to his bones even in his winter jacket and the beanie he stole from Derek. In typical New England February fashion, it’s supposed to snow tonight, or at least that’s what he thinks he heard from someone at his internship this morning. He spent most of his shift working out a kink in his supervisor’s code, and he was lost in the numbers and symbols for hours.

He likes it. It’s satisfying to figure out a program.

When he reaches the Haus, finally , Whiskey and Ford are hanging out in the kitchen. He waves to them on his way by, then wonders if he should bake tonight. Maybe after his homework, he can make cookies. The pie he made this weekend is gone already, because all three of the freshmen were here yesterday, nothing he bakes lasts long in their presence.

Will heads straight downstairs, and the door to his room is closed; the lights inside look like they’re off. He eases it open, reaching for the light switch. Derek must have finished whatever he was doing.

Or— not.

Derek is here, and he can tell because he hears Dwayne Johnson singing. He freezes with his hand on the light-switch before he can turn it on, and steps all the way into the room instead, where he catches sight of him— or at least catches sight of what he knows is him, under several layers of cover.

Derek has burrowed himself into Will’s bed with his laptop, and he’s watching Moana , the light of the screen on his face the only source of any light in the room at all. He’s wearing Will’s Samwell hoodie, the good one with Poindexter and 24 and C on the sleeve, and its hood is pulled over his head, strings drawn to make his face look like a blue-lit mask poking out of it. He looks only half-invested in the movie, because he’s resting his face on his arm, scrunched up to the pillow.

Will’s stomach turns. Bedridden Derek in his stolen sweatshirt and Moana are a combination that can only mean one thing.

He closes the door, gently, behind himself. “Der?”

It appears that this is the first Derek actually notices that someone else has entered the room. Will hears the click of the space bar, and the Rock halts mid-chorus. “Oh,” comes Derek’s voice from his blanket cocoon, and it’s small and drawn, the opposite of his loud bravado. “Hey, babe.”

“Hi.” Will drops his backpack at the door, then goes directly to him, crouching on the steps that get him to the loft bed. “Hey,” he says, across the laptop. “Are you okay?”

Derek pauses. He purses his lips at his computer screen, then sighs and lowers it. “Ch’yeah,” he mumbles. “I’m alright.”

With the laptop closed, Will reaches for his face. He cups his stubbly cheek in one hand, runs his thumb across his cheekbone. Derek looks blank, drained. Will knows this demeanor well by now.

“No, you’re not,” he whispers. Without the light of the laptop, it’s nearly dark inside. The slivers of gray daylight from where Derek pulled the shade on the window are all that remain.

Derek breathes in like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. He nuzzles his face into Will’s pillow a little more.

“Der,” Will whispers. He kneels on the steps, pauses his thumb by Derek’s ear. “Gray day?”

Derek whimpers a little, like it pains him to admit it, but nods. “Yeah.”

Will keeps gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. “This morning?”

Derek bites his lip. “Didn’t feel it this morning.”

“Oh.” Will pauses. “When did it hit you?”

He closes his eyes. “When I got back to the Haus.”

Will frowns. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

Derek’s eyes are still closed. He shakes his head. “You couldn’tve known, babe.”

For a moment, the room is quiet. Will pushes Derek’s laptop aside a little. “What can I do?”

Derek takes his time, answering. Will is patient. He knows how to do this. He slides his hand into his curls under the hood; they’re matted, and they’ll be worse if he just lays in bed for the rest of the day. “You want to tie your hair?”

Derek takes a long breath.

“You don’t have to,” Will adds. “But if it’ll help you for later…”

“My scarf’s upstairs,” Derek mumbles, weakly, like upstairs is a continent away.

“It’s okay,” Will tells him. “I can get it, baby.”

Derek’s face contorts a little, like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t; he just opens his eyes. His eye contact is distant, like he’s staring more into space than back at Will, but he’s trying, and Will knows that. “I love you,” he whispers, and then, “I don’t feel well.”

“I know,” Will hushes. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek groans.

“Never be sorry,” Will says. “Ever.” He kisses his forehead, feather-light, and then tells him, “I love you too. And I’m gonna go get your scarf, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Derek winces again, like something hurts. He nods, though, slowly, and rests his cheek on the pillow again. Will pulls back to go, but God, it’s hard, because he knows how much Derek hates being alone when he feels like this, and he’s already been in here by himself for God knows how long—

Okay, he’ll only be gone a minute. But even so, he feels the need to fill that space. He climbs down to his bookshelf, reaches onto its center shelf between Derek’s poetry books, and grabs hold of his oldest friend.

“Here,” he whispers, bringing Cromwell up so Derek can see. “Do you want a friend?”

Derek eyes the plush lobster, and though he doesn’t look like he has an ounce of energy to smile, his eyes soften. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Please.”

Will hands him over, and Derek engulfs the little red thing in his sea of blankets, resting him right under his nose. The visual would be cute, if Derek weren’t in such a bad spot. Will caresses his cheek again, then smooths the few curls that are poking out of the hood. “Be right back, baby,” he says. “Do you know where your scarf is?”

Derek pauses, then shakes his head.

“It’s alright,” Will assures him. “I’ll find it.”

This was hard, at first, being so new to this side of him, and not knowing how to help him. But they’ve been together for eight months, and Will knows Derek’s gray days by now, knows the tells for when he’s feeling down, knows a few remedies that help to ease the numbness.

He makes a beeline for Derek’s room upstairs as fast as his legs can carry him. The space itself is even evidence that Derek isn’t feeling himself; there are more clothes on the floor than usual, and the bed is unmade, and his desk looks like his notebook exploded. Will sifts through his dresser drawers, between Samwell shirts, pairs of gym shorts, random articles of Will’s own clothing that’ve been stolen, but there’s no sight of the green headscarf he wears sometimes to bed. He moves his search to the desk, and then to the actual bed, and he’s about to give up when he finds it tucked between the down comforter and the sheets.

Success. He heads back downstairs.

“Hey, Dex, is Nursey in your room?”

“Oh—” Will halts in the kitchen doorway. The question came from Ford; she’s still at the counter. “Yeah,” he replies, poking his head around the corner. Tango has now joined the kitchen gathering. “He’s just watching a movie.”

“Oh, cool.” Ford nods. “I just didn’t know if he was in the Haus. I thought I saw him go down there, like, two hours ago.”

“Yeah,” Will says, “he’s with me.”

Tango waves. “Hi, Dex!”

“Hey, Tango.” Will opens the basement stairs door.

Chowder knows this version of Derek as well as Will does, but the rest of the team doesn’t. It’s what’s buried under the chill, what he could never stand to let people know about himself.

Derek’s brain is awful to him sometimes.

Back in his room, he finally takes off his winter jacket and closes the door behind him, then climbs up the steps to his bed again. Derek is still snuggling with Cromwell, but his laptop has moved; he’s pushed it to the pouch adjacent to Will’s headboard where he keeps his phone, occasional book, and other random stuff while he sleeps.

Will unfolds the scarf. It’s silky smooth. “Gave up on Moana ?” he hums.

Derek rolls over and nods. Will kicks his sneakers off, then crawls onto the mattress, which squeaks a little under both their weight. He slides a hand under his back— Derek is very, very warm, but that’s the way he likes to be when he’s like this— and eases him up into a sitting position. “Sit up for me, babe?”

Derek moves with his touch, nice and easy, and when Will has him sitting up, he slots himself against his back, lets Derek lean on him. “You want me to talk?” he asks as he pulls the hood off his head. “Or do you like the quiet?”

Derek hums a little. “Talk. Please.”

“Okay.” Will combs through his curls, then pulls the scarf tight around them. He learned this on YouTube, after his third time hearing post-funk Derek lament that his depression was ruining his hair. “It’s supposed to snow,” he tells him. “Five inches.”

Derek groans. “Fuck that.”

“I know,” Will mumbles. “But if classes get cancelled, I’ll make cookies.”

“Mm.” Derek hums again, as Will pulls the knot at the back of his neck tight. “What kind?”

“Still deciding.” He hooks his arms around his neck, pulls him close, and kisses his cheek. “You can file a request, if you want.”

“Snickerdoodle.”

“Done.”

“Thank you.” Derek pauses. “For tying my hair.”

Will noses into his neck, drops a kiss there, and then moves back up to his face. “Of course, Der.” He turns him a little, cups his face in one hand. Derek still looks gray, and he looks, God, he looks so tired ; he always does when he’s like this, but it pains Will every time.

He wants to take every ounce of hurt away from him.

“What can I do?” he asks.

Derek takes a long breath while he thinks about it. His words, on these days, come slowly. “Um.” He nods to himself, like he’s thinking about it. “Do you have homework?”

Will shakes his head. “I have plenty of time to do it.”

“Okay.” Derek pauses, then, “Lay with me?”

“Yeah.” Will nods. “Ayuh. Of course.”

They wind up curled into the blanket pile, with Derek pressed tight against Will’s chest, a little further down the bed than him so he can tuck his face into his shoulder. Will presses a kiss to the top of his scarf, holds him as close as he can. He knows the pressure helps him, eases his brain a little. Cromwell rests on the pillow, somewhere near the both of them. He’s a little extra moral support.

“Thank you, Will,” Derek says, with an exhale, as he nuzzles into his chest.

“You’re welcome,” Will replies. “Always.”

“Mmf.” Derek wraps himself around him, arms and legs and all. His voice is muffled when he speaks again, but Will knows the words anywhere. “You and me.”

Will nods. “You and me.”

It’s a mantra and a promise. Hell or high water. Good days and gray ones.

“I’ve got you,” he tells him, and he’ll never let go.

[emo-steven]

Merry Christmas or whatever.

I guess I’ll hand out presents because why not.

I mean- it’s not like I got anything for anyone BAKA!

*he crossed his arms and looked away from all the presents he had in front of him, a light blush came to his cheeks from him feeling embarrassed for giving into buying presents for people he only recently considered friends, something he never knew he’d ever have*

For @dying-steven - a winter scarf that is extremely soft. Its pattern is black and grey stripes. It seems to be handmade! There’s even a small stitched star at the bottom of one of the ends of the scarf.

For @overprotective-gem-steven - an earring that dangles on a gold chain and has golden stars scattered down it. The second earring is just a golden star that doesn’t dangle. There’s a little Hershey kiss in the box too!

For @defensive-steven - a handmade beanie that is a really dark grey that it’s almost black. It comes with a pair of matching fingerless gloves.

For @touch-starved-steven - a pair of black fingerless gloves that have skeleton bones on the back of them. Not real ones of course, just some fake glow in the dark bone patches that he sewed on. They seem to be extremely warm and soft, very well made.

For @fractured-steven-universe - a pair of skull gauges (like the ones Lars wore one episode) and a sheet of stickers because why not. The stickers consist of stars, rainbows, smiley faces, and skulls.

For @cracked-ste-ven-u-ni-verse - a bandaid to put on his cracked gem. (That’s the joke present) There’s also an dark green ugly Christmas sweater that has a lighter green decorated Christmas tree on it that has a cat in it. (Hopefully that’s not confusing)

For @tired-steven-universe - a white coffee mug that spells out “Fuck” with the handle as the “F” and the letters on the mug.

For @pink-druzy - a cute little bear plushie that has a Santa hat on. How cute, there’s some cute pink blush on the cheeks!

For @silver-galactic-the-hybrid - a pair of customized headphones. They are black with blue light up designs on them that have cat ears on top that have speakers in them so they can be used as speakers or headphones.

For @depressedsteven - a 2.4” black obsidian carved crystal raven skull pendant on a black chain necklace.

For @savage-sapphire - a blue ponytail holder that has a skull on it.

(If I missed anyone I’m sorry! Tell me if I missed you and I’ll be more than happy to give you a gift!)

[jugandbettsdetectiveagency]

Bughead #9 please! 😊

9. ‘I saved a piece for you.’

Betty blusters through the door of The Daily Grind ten minutes before closing.

Stray snowflakes follow behind her, swirling in spirals around her face and melting on her ponytail. Her cheeks sting and she’s pretty sure her nose is two shades of pink past cute, even without the newly beading sweat she can feel rolling between her shoulders blades now that she’s in the toasty warmth of the coffee shop.

Through her blurred vision Betty briefly catalogues that all the tables are empty and half the lights are off, only the soft yellow glow of low hanging bulbs over the counter left to light the shop. The display case is void of patisserie, the coffee warmer bearing less than a cup. Her hand tightens on the door handle still in her grip. She starts to turn, shoulders falling.

“Betty?” The voice insights pause, Betty sucking in a subtle, shuddering breath as she turns. “What are you doing here?”

Jughead stands behind the counter, dish cloth in one hand, the sleeves of his flannel pushed up around his elbows. The familiar sight of his rumpled appearance, dark circles, topped with that grey beanie of his, brings ridiculous tears back to her eyes.

His expression shifts from confusion to concern in the space of a blink. “Betty, what’s wrong?” One hand lifts as if to reach for her, hovering awkwardly in the air.

“I...” Betty swallows around the stone in her throat. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have barged in here like this.”

Jughead’s brow furrows even further. “You didn’t. I mean, you can come here whenever you want.”

“But...” It’s Betty’s turn to look confused. “We’re fighting.”

“Yeah.” The laugh that leaves Jughead is little more than an exasperated breath, enough amusement tinging the edges for Betty to feel her shoulders soften. “Right now we’re fighting. But that doesn’t matter if you’re upset.”

“Oh.” Betty’s fingers are tingling, and she’s not sure it’s just from them rapidly regaining feeling.

On the way over, Betty had been so sure that she just needed to see Jughead. After the disaster that had been her mother’s first holiday visit since she moved here all she’d wanted was the familiar smell of The Daily Grind’s home brew, reclaimed wood furniture, and the steady comfort that her best friend offered.

She wanted him to listen to her complaints with undivided attention and know that he’d think everything through before he even considered offering words of comfort.

Betty wanted him to throw out just the right wry comment to make her laugh, and watch his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiled at her laughing. She wanted to tell him she’s sorry and that fighting with him is the last thing she ever wanted to do, or do again.

She wanted the biggest slice of his devil’s food cake to drown twenty three years of familial sorrows in and forget how much of a bone head she is.

But all courage appears to have failed her now she’s here. The silence is still stretching on, her ‘oh’ long since lost to the rising storm outside.

“Can I—“

“I’m really sorry, Jug.” It burst out of her before she can stop it. “I didn’t mean any of those things I said. I was just angry, and stressed about my mom coming to visit—not that that’s any excuse—and her being here just made me realise how important it is to appreciate the family you chose to have in your life instead of the one you were born into. I should never—“ Betty loses her breath.

“Betts...” He sounds like he’s just run around the block. Jughead’s still frozen behind the counter when she dares to look. The myriad of emotions she sees flicker across his eyes are the only indication she’s drifted closer to him over the last few minutes—close enough to count the freckles she already knows by heart spattering his skin.

If anything, that alone should be the realisation she needs.

If asked, Betty couldn’t tell you how many shades of brown are in Veronica’s eyes, or every place lines appear on Archie’s face when he laughs.

Maybe it’s just the heightened emotions that come with a visit from Alice Cooper. Maybe it’s the way loneliness knocks the loudest around the festive season. Maybe it’s even the ways storms always seem to cancel out the rest of the world for a moment in time.

But it’s not those things, because Betty knows even without all that, she’d still want to lean across this counter that suddenly feels too wide and lose herself in one Jughead Jones.

But she can’t, so instead she says, “I suppose I got here too late for a slice of cake,” trying to inject enough lightness into her tone to diffuse whatever tension she’s just poured over the room.

It seems to work—some—Jughead holding up a finger and jogging through the door to the back. There’s the telltale sound of a refrigerator door and then he’s back, environmentally friendly cardboard take out box in hand. The lid lifts to reveal a slice of devil’s food.

“I saved you a piece for you. I don’t know why, I didn’t know if you’d... Call it a friend’s intuition.” His ears are red.

Betty thaws completely.

[bubmyg]

It’s me I want you to write headcanons for guk and Jimin and Jin

previous hc’s were for taking them home for christmas :’-) if you want the link to the other members lmk, i can’t link stuff still i don’t think

jinnie

oh god is so absolutely endeared and bashful and wants to tuck himself into the collar of his sweater while all your family members fawn over him in greeting but it wouldn’t matter if he did bc his red tinged ears give him away

“you’re so pretty! can we play with your hair?” ends up with braids and butterfly clips and multicolored hair ties everywhere from your giggling cousins and he hypes it up as if it’s the greatest he’s ever looked

hand on your knee or on your hip, watching you fondly as you update on university or your job or just anything, so entranced that when he’s asked a similar question he just ends up talking about how great you are. again.

hands out gifts as a way to “learn everyone’s names” and purposely keeps messing up your cousins to hear them giggle and yell at him

literally does not realize you have on the exact same sweater except in different colors until he settles in beside you at dinner and your mom cocks an eyebrow at you and goes “were those gifts to each other?”

wraps ribbon around your head when you’re not looking and softly thanks everyone for providing him with the best present he could ever imagine but no one hears him except your dad hears him muttering something and pesters him until he says it louder and it all ends with a completely flustered seokjin ajkfsdljfa

“please don’t encourage my cousins to slide down the stairs on pillows.” “it’s better than blankets though.” 

your family plays three extra games of some card or board game just because they want to hear the pure seokjin laugh for the rest of their lives

tricks your cousins that he brought along his sugar gliders in his pockets  only for the tiny blobs to be his gloves but then has to make up for it by saying they can come visit to pet them sometime because he can’t bear their pouts

literally has to sit in the drivers seat for five whole minutes to calm down because he’s so flustered and endeared and overwhelmed with how well it went and he can’t believe how in love with you he is 

jimin

one of your aunts is like?? that ring?? is gorgeous??? (not an engagement ring necessarily just a new pretty band for your thumb or pinky or something) and he doesn’t say anything until you softly admit that he got it for you and he’s proceeding to hold your hand under his and go nothing but the best!! and happily pecking your cheek

has a big fluffy sweater on with permanent sweater paws and puffy cheeks and pursed lips with soft bangs sticking to his eyelashes but tight ass jeans on and you don���t know whether you wanna bite him or tuck him in your pocket or both

has candy stored in that over the shoulder bag he always wears specifically to hand out to the children that eventually swarm him and then gets worried that it’s gonna ruin their meals jafkdsl

they also probably raid said bag and find sunglasses and one of them is like?? for inside?? so he puts them on their face and now they’re fighting over his Very Expensive sunglasses but oh well

your grandma keeps messing with his hair and stroking his cheeks and he lets her, even hooking his arm for her to hold onto as they wander about the living room with her telling him Very Important Things

charms everyone without trying to charm everyone because he’s soft spoken but well spoken and does little things like hanging up your jackets when you came in and washing his own plate off and—

notices your cousin has put on a new pair of shoes they received but on the wrong feet and with the laces completely wrong so he’s kneeling near them and softly asking, “would you like some help?” and she just squeals while he adjusts them and demands, “are you prince charming? y/n, is your boyfriend prince charming? he looks like it!!”

helps carry out nearly every dish for dinner because he’s so fast with it that whoever is cooking can barely blink to scold him to wait or let me do that 

is all firmly snuggled around you when things settle down to the point where you both kind of dozed off all cuddled up and one cousin puts a blanket over you while the other tries to put really bad lipstick on jimin, only to wake you up to scold them but they’re like “his lips are pretty though :-(” and you’re like i know but maybe no green lip stain guys jafklsda

he seems like the type to fold his wrapping paper after he undoes the box, like neatly untucks the corners that are taped and slides the box out instead of ripping the paper to reveal it and it probably gets some teasing here and there but he just shrugs and continues to do it 

guk

hyper fixated on making himself tiny and not in the way (think when he had his feet on top of jin’s), aka, all curled up in the corner of the couch, thighs crossed, hands under them tiny smile and big wide does eyes surveying the whole room until one of your cousins toddle up to him and tug on his sweater because they want him to pick them up and he thinks he may start crying bc cute and sweet

“…you?? work out?” “uh,,,,yeah a little bit.”

doesn’t let go of your hand. not even to eat. thumbs over your knuckles every time his eyes get a lil wider and his cheeks a lil pinker which is A Lot

pulls your hand into his lap and fiddles with your fingers while presents are being passed around and is genuinely very :o when your mom drops four or five boxes into his lap so he has to let go of your hand to survey the neatly wrapped boxes that mostly definitely have his name on them

“y/n says you’re a pretty singer. will you sing for us?” rocks your cousins back and forth and takes requests for whatever songs they want until they start saying memey youtube songs and he denies them with a wrinkled nose and a “c’mon now guys.”

repairs your grandparents home computer that hasn’t worked in months. or something. 

puts a bow off one of his packages on your head and can’t bite back his smile when you glare at him, leaning in to whisper, “you’re my favorite present” and everyone is confused as to why you just elbowed him in the stomach ajfkdlsjaf

all your uncles and dad and grandpa and whoever else love him because he laughs, like wheezy giggly laughs, at every single one of their jokes, no matter where he is in the room (and then gets shy when they all turn to look at him but Whatever) ((also double endeared bc he laughs at everything you say too and your dad is like “glad y/n found someone who will laugh at her.” and he’s just very :’-) of course i laugh :’-) she’s the best :’-) ))

smells like the snickerdoodles your mom made because he ate like four of them and the scent keeps surrounding you because he keeps surrounding you, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder

getting ready to leave and you come back from starting the car, uttering, “it’s freezing!” and he just wordlessly passes you his jacket while hugging Whoever goodbye and that’s the talk of your family once the door shuts behind your departing figures bc he also shoved a beanie over your eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon and all the stars in the split second you couldn’t see him

[fanfic-inator795]

RotTMNT/Baron Jitsu fanfiction: Dating… With Children - BONUS CHAPTER

((Just consider this a bonus chapter that could pretty much take place at any day during the story, since it's more drabble-like than the other chapters.

As much as I LOVE writing cute Baron Jitsu stuff, the other main part of this story is Draxum also bonding with the boys and learning to become a worthy stepdad. (or, second dad? Since Lou was never married before? Whatever) And I really didn't want that part of the story to sorta fall by the wayside in favor of romance so, here's a whole chapter focusing on Draxum and the boys. Enjoy! ^v^))

Draxum had never really had much experience with kids in his adult life. No brothers or sisters meant no nieces or nephews, cousins or other distant relatives weren’t really much of an option either, and the lab he worked at wasn’t exactly the type to get field trips.

Still, dating a man with four young boys allowed him to learn quickly and pick up on little things. One of the things he had noticed right away was that once a child thought of you as a good person - or at the very least, considered them someone they trusted enough and didn’t mind being around - they wanted that person to know every single detail about them.

Whether that be their favorite food (pizza, though each of them had vastly different favorite side dishes, snacks, desserts and juice. Draxum honestly wasn’t sure how Lou could keep it all straight), their favorite colors (that one was as obvious as, well, as the colored shirts they were wearing) or, the most ‘important’ of all, their favorite toys…

“-And this is The Annihilation, an’ this is Liberty Bill - he’s part of the Liberty League.”

“Naturally,” Draxum said dryly, adjusting his position slightly on the boy’s floor so that his legs didn’t fall asleep.

“Yeah, they’re okay. My brothers really like them though. But my favorite is-” Raph grinned, holding up an action figure in an orange leotard with a white cape and bear ears on his mask. “GHOST BEARRRR!”

“Ghost Bear, hm?” The scientist could hardly keep himself from rolling his eyes. How on Earth did these wrestlers come up with such ridiculous names and costume themes? Then again, they probably had to do something to help keep the audience’s attention, along with all the manufactured drama between the so-called ‘athletes’. It was no wonder so many children were fans of it.

“-and he’s always won every fight, and he’s super strong and just SO COOL!” Raph continued as he shook the figure around, “An’ sometimes, when I’m playing wrestling with him, I have him tag team up with other bears!”

The boy in red raised back over to his closet and began to pull out not more action figures, but instead plushies. First a small black bear Beanie Baby - “This is Capt’n Snuggles-” then a much bigger, much more plush bear with a small lab coat- “and this is Dr. Huggenstein, you’d probably like him ‘cause he’s a doctor like you-” and finally, a slightly smaller and very well-loved brown bear plushie covered in stitches and patches- “And THIS is Cheech! He was my first teddy!”

Raph’s smile softened a bit as he hugged the toy. He and Cheech had been friends for a long time… Since before he met Lou, since before he met his brothers! And as far as Raph was concerned, they were going to be friends forever.

“...It- er, He definitely seems special then,” Draxum commented.

Raph nodded. “Yeah, he’s great…” He then scowled slightly. “Some of the older kids back at my old home didn’t think so though. They said havin’ teddy bears makes you a baby, but I didn’t believe them…” Even when their words hurt. “Teddies are cool, and so are real bears.”

“Indeed,” the scientist agreed, “After all, they’re resourceful, resilient, protective of their young-”

“Yeah!” Raph smiled, hugging Cheech again, “And strong too! Really strong, like me! But they’re not jerks or anything, they’re just bein’ bears! That’s why I like them!”

Draxum smiled a bit, watching as Raph began to make Cheech wrestle Liberty Bill. “A good choice for a favorite animal, then...”

….

“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Jupiter Jim!” Leo shook his head. What, did grown ups just miss out on ALL the fun stuff in life? “My brothers and I have seen all his movies!”

“Oh? All of them?”

“...Weeeell, maybe not all of them-” Sixty movies was a lot, even for a young fan, and some of them hadn’t been re-released on dvd yet- “But we’ve still seen a lot of them, and that’s more than you!”

“Hmph, fine, fine, I’ll give one of them a watch sometime,” Draxum half-promised. He enjoyed the sci-fi genre well enough but, much like the Lou Jitsu movies, Jupiter Jim always just seemed too cheesy for him. At least with the Lou Jitsu movies, he could still count on well done and realistic fight choreography as well as a performance by who he considered was a much more charming lead. ...Not that he had any biases or anything.

“You gotta watch ‘em,” Leo insisted as he dragged out yet another plastic vehicle, this one being a moon buggy (or at least, the Sci-fi Hollywood version of one) with a miniature version of the titular character himself in the driver’s seat. “Especially the ones where he’s gotta make an escape in his buggy, they’re SO cool! And he explores planets, and fights the bad aliens and monsters while saving the good ones!”

With a hop and a determined smirk, Leo activated his light-up space sword. Draxum made sure to take a couple steps back as the boy began swinging it around, but thankfully Leo had practiced enough (and seen the movies enough) that he knew the moves well enough. “Jim’s just the best!” Leo continued, “He’s cool, he’s good at sword fighting, and he can always think of a plan to win and get away and save the day! And he gets to do this all while in space! On the moon! In SPACE!”

Draxum smirked. “I take it you like space?”

“Don’t you?”

“Point taken.”

“It just makes everything cooler and awesomer,” Leo shrugged, “And I’m gonna try to go to the Moon sometime too. You know, in the future. But until then, I’m just gonna keep watching Jim go there.” Suddenly, the boy went quiet, glancing around for any eavesdroppers before bringing his voice to a loud whisper. “And don’t tell Dad but… Sometimes I think Jupiter Jim is even better than the Lou Jitsu in the movies!”

Draxum nearly snorted at that, managing to just barely hold back his chuckles as he promised, “I won’t say a word…”

…

“Leon might’ve said that Jupiter Jim was the best, but he’s wrong ‘cause he just can’t see who the REAL best character in those movies is!” With a bit of a dramatic flair, Donnie spun around to reveal the doll he had taken off his bookshelf. “Ta-daaaa~!”

Draxum raised his eyebrow, trying to figure out what exactly he was looking at. The doll had spiky bright-green hair, pink skin, eyes that as far as he concerned were much too big for it, and a blue and purple outfit with an atom symbol on it’s belt. The doll also had a giant plastic hammer in it’s hand. “Oh. Well, it’s-”

“Her name is Atomic Lass!” Donnie stated, smiling as he went into the explanation, “She’s a friend of Jupiter Jim’s! She comes from this town on a far away planet called Uraniumville, where she fights crime using her metal hammer and these really neat radiation beams that come from her hands!”

“Ah, I see,” Draxum nodded. That sounded about right, totally in-line with the style of those movies. “Is that why you like her then? Because she’s powerful?”

“Well, yeah,” Donnie replied, looking at the doll, “But she’s also super cool, and super pretty, and tough and, of course, smart.” He smiled at that. “Really, REALLY smart. That was how she got her powers, ‘cause she was also a scientist on her home planet before she became a crime fighter!”

Draxum nodded again, completely understanding now. When most heroes only seemed to rely on muscles and power boost, he could understand rooting for one who also had a brain. Donnie then sighed, fiddling with the doll’s hair a bit. “I know radiation makes humans sick, but I still wish I could just get some uranium and be a hero too instead of just dying from it. And it’ll take me forever to be strong enough to use a giant metal hammer!”

“...” A bit concerning but nonetheless all part of the childhood fantasy, Draxum assumed. “Why don’t you just focus on the things you can do now that make you feel smart and strong, and then figure out the ‘hero’ parts later?” he suggested.

Donnie thought it over. “...I’m trying to get Pop to let me do another science experiment at home, but now I wanna do something else, like… Like making my own robot! They’ve got books on how to make ‘em, you know! I just gotta find the right library… There’s robots you can buy at the toy store too but, I really wanna make my own - and I KNOW I could!”

With how smart and talented the young boy in purple seemed to be, Draxum had no problem believing that Donnie very well could make his own simple robot. Making a mental note to look up robotic projects for children later on, Draxum just smiled back at him. “Sounds like the perfect project to me.”

Donnie was full-on grinning now, eyes determined and mind already whirling with ideas. “Yeah! First robots, and THEN figuring out a way to get superpowers!”

“Well, I’d still maybe put that idea away for now…”

…

If Mikey wasn’t holding a crayon or marker or paintbrush, then he was usually holding one of his brother’s toys. One of their many action figures, or one of Raph’s plushies or Leo’s toy cars or Donnie’s puzzle toys. All of these toys were happily borrowed, and as long as they were taken care of and eventually put back, the other Jitsu boys didn’t mind whatsoever.

Of course Mikey had his own toys - including a play kitchen where he could ‘practice’ until he was tall enough to safely reach the stove - but more often than not his brothers’ toys were just more interesting to him. ...Still, what he did have that was all his own and that he played with happily was all the more unique, as well as all the more fitting for the young artist.

“Here!” Mikey proudly beamed, shoving the large shoe box into Draxum’s hands, “Look!”

“Wow…” Slowly, Draxum picked up each item one by one. Dolls made out of clothespins and spoons covered in paint, string and googly eyes. Birds and nimals made with paper and sticks and glue (loooots of glue, much to the doctor’s slight annoyance). Creatures that Draxum had no idea what they could be, created with puff balls and chunks of styrofoam and pipe cleaners, but still obviously made with lots of love.

And finally, folded carefully at the bottom of the box, a crane made out of a single sheet of bright orange paper. “Origami, right?” Draxum asked.

“Uh huh,” Mikey nodded, gently taking it from him, “But I didn’t make this one, Papa did! He made it for me the first night we came here to live with him, when I was too excited to fall asleep.” He pulled at the tail a bit, making the crane’s wings flap. “He said that paper cranes caused good luck, and that some people try to make a thousand so they can get a wish! But I don’t need a wish, so I just make ‘em whenever I feel like it.”

“That’s fair,” Draxum smiled, “I’m not sure if you could fit a thousand cranes in this house, even if you wanted to.”

“Heh, yeah, it’d be wayyyy too crowded!” Mikey giggled. He looked at Draxum, and then back at his crane. “...Stay right there!” Mikey told him as he ran over to his small desk, pulling out a sheet of paper. Not having much of a choice, Draxum leaned back slightly on the child’s bed and watched him work.

Mikey was surprisingly meticulous for his age, his tongue poking out in concentration as he carefully did each fold, though not once stopping or making a mistake. It was as if this sort of craft just came naturally to him, or perhaps he’d just done it enough times to know the steps by heart. Either way, it was pretty impressive, Draxum had to admit. Once the actual crane was done, it was onto adding markings and designs with markers and crayon along with the finishing touch of a bit of glitter before finally being given to Draxum.

“Here!” Mikey said, holding the teal crane up as far as he could, “Now you can have a good luck crane too, and it’ll make sure you’ll find a neat science thing at your work, or that you have good dates with my papa!”

Draxum chuckled, taking the crane. “I don’t think I need good luck to have a good time with your father, but thank you very much, Mikey.”

The boy beamed, and quickly climbed back up onto the bed to give Draxum a hug. “You’re welcome!”

The colorful crane never did find its way to Draxum’s lab, whether that was on purpose or on accident. But, it did however find a nice home on his nightstand, silently greeting him each night at bedtime and each morning when he woke up.

So, good luck or no, at least there was the small smile that it always seemed to put on his face whenever he noticed it - which only made sense, considering the place (and the family) it came from...

((It's been several episodes since Raph's mentioned his teddy bear collection in 'Mascot Melee', just SHOW US THE TEDDIES ALREADY! His collection sounded so cute, and I absolutely loved the names he had for them, lol. Also Leo being a huge space/scifi nerd in any incarnation is just amusing to me, heh. But yeah, hope you guys liked this! Next time, more Baron Jitsu with a bit of drama thrown in! See you then!))

[hyuwujin]

train rides

pairing: reader x felix

genre: the fluffiest fluff :)

length: 2.5k words

warnings: none

summary: Spending the day with Felix is always a blast but your feelings for him certainly give you an internal conflict. Should you risk ruining a meaningful friendship by confessing or remain in the safety of the friend-zone by keeping quiet?

a/n: wOAHHH this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written but i hope y’all like it! honestly, this took me wayyyy too long but here it finally is!! i’d like to thank my fav bbs @hyyunjinn @hyunjinh @seungchanie bc i’ve been hyping this up for a while and you had to deal with it asdfgh;;;thank you for giving me the motivation to finally finish it!! ILYYYY<333

also @straykidzz and @ultnamjin i dont think i ever mentioned my fic to you??but i love and appreciate you soooo much! (pssst we should also talk more bc ily)

“C’mon Y/N! This way,” an eager Felix pulled you by the wrist into the train station. Furrowing your brows at his enthusiasm, you looked around the nearly empty train station for a sign of anything worth enthusing over. 

“You still haven’t even told me where we’re going,” you grumbled, dragging your feet against the stained orange floor tiles. 

“It’s a Wednesday afternoon. There aren’t many people on the train since they’re already at work,” Felix grinned, guiding you into one of the train cars. You looked around the close to empty car––a mother and a child sat at the far corner and a well dressed man staring down at his brief case in the middle of the car––and shrugged with a nod of acknowledgement. 

Felix let go of your wrist to grab one of the poles inside the train car. He spun around the metal pole, effortlessly, and motioned around the empty car with his hand. “See?”

“Where are we going?” You couldn’t contain your curiosity and wondered what was making Felix so excited.

“The train’s last stop is at that theme park you mentioned last week. I know you wanted to go so–o let’s go!” Felix settled down in a seat and patted the seat next to him with a smile.

“Felix, you do realize it’s freezing out, right?” You pointed to the jackets you were both wearing. 

Adjusting the beanie on his head, Felix sighed. “But the park’s open! Besides, all that walking will tire us out anyway.”

“If I catch a cold, I’m blaming you,” you squinted your eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Felix. 

“Then I’ll be the one to take care of you,” Felix winked with a cheeky smile, causing you to snap your gaze away from him to avoid him seeing the blush creeping up your neck. 

“No–o. I’ll get you sick so you’ll suffer with me.”

“You would do that to me?” Felix placed a hand on his chest in feigned hurt. 

Looking back at him, you stared blankly at his obviously fake pained expression. “Yes.”

Scoffing at your reply, Felix looked away from you and towards the closing train car doors. “Stand clear of the closing doors please.” 

Plopping in the seat beside him, you nudged him. “It’s a long ride. You sure you made the right choice?” Throwing him a grin, you continued to nudge his side with your elbow.

“Now that I think about it…” Felix trailed off, looking up as if in thought. Looking back down at you, he scrunched his nose up and nodded. “As annoying as you can be, how many Felix and Y/N days do we have nowadays?”

“Hey! If anything, you’re the annoying one in this friendship!” 

“Yeah right,” Felix chuckled lowly, causing your stomach to do a flip. Can he not do that? “You’re definitely the annoying one. Who’s the one who showed up at the dorm at two am because you wanted to be fed?” 

“Hey! I was hungry, alright? You show up at my place at unusual times, too!”

“For good reason!” 

“You know you can send memes by message, right? You don’t have to come over and show me them!”

“I like to see your reactions,” Felix softly smiled at you and you felt yourself smiling, too. 

The train stopped at its designated stops, hence more people entered the train car and soon, you found yourself squished next to Felix with strangers sat on either side of you. 

“There aren’t many people on the train since everyone’s at work, huh?” You mocked, glancing at Felix.

Unplugging one of his earphones from his ear, he sighed, “I didn’t think it’d get this packed! Besides, our stop is soon. Don’t worry.” 

“You’re lying aren’t you?” You asked, monotonously.

“Psh, no…maybe.”

You huffed in response and crossed your arms stubbornly over your chest. Rolling his eyes with a smile, he returned the earphone to his ear and nodded his head along to whatever he was listening to. 

Without him noticing, you peered at Felix and watched as his eyebrows furrowed and his nose twitched as he continued to listen to music. 

“Excuse me,” you felt a nudge on the other side of you. Turning your head, you smiled politely at the old woman who was beaming at you.

“You two are very cute.”

“Excuse me?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise at her statement. 

“You are dating, aren’t you?” The old woman raised an amused brow and glanced over at the oblivious boy beside you.

“What? Me and him? No. No way! W–We’re just friends,” you shook your head profusely at her accusation. She thought you and Felix were dating? On what planet would your interactions make it seem like you were dating?

“Oh, that’s a shame,” the woman looked down at her lap with a sad smile.

That only confused you further and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

“My husband and I…we were the same way when we were kids. You two bickered and teased back on forth just like we had so it was quite easy to assume,” the old woman looked back up with a soft smile.

“Really?” You turned your body away from Felix to face the old woman and stared at her with curious eyes.

“Mhm,” she hummed and looked up in reminiscence. Leaning closer to you, she mumbled with a nudge, “You also look at him with desire, love.”

Choking on a cough, you leaned back away from her. “W–what? No, I don’t!”

“Well, of course you say that. But you can’t see how others look at you. Does he not notice?”

Slumping your shoulders in defeat, you sighed. “If I made it that obvious to strangers in a train, he probably does. Annnnd that means he probably chooses to ignore it.”

Swatting your hand with a scoff, the woman shook her head. “How old are you? You’re in your teens? Boys at this age can be very oblivious. Believe me, I have my fair share of grandsons and they don’t know the difference between having a girl look at them and having a girl really look at them.”

Laughing lightly, you nodded in understanding. Looking back at Felix, you wondered if that was the case. Maybe he didn’t notice.

“Are we there yet?” You nagged, playfully smacking Felix’s arm in impatience. 

“Y/N, for the millionth time, two more stops!” 

The train ride was much longer than you thought and it didn’t help that Felix was practically ignoring you to listen to his own music. Rude, you thought to yourself with an eye roll. 

Most of the people had left a few stops earlier than yours, including the old woman who was sat beside you––she left patting your hand and wishing you luck, whatever that meant–––and now it was back to you and Felix in the train cart alone with the exception of very few people.

Leaning your head back, a sigh escaped your slightly chapped lips. Feeling your eyelids become heavier, you fluttered your eyes shut. You listened and focused on the squeaks of the train against the tracks, the light chatter of other passengers and Felix’s foot tapping.

“Y/N?” 

A light shake to your shoulder woke you up. Humming in response, you slowly blinked awake. 

Chuckling at your sleepy expression, Felix pointed to the open train car doors, “We’re here.”

Leaping up from the seat, a grin found it’s way to your face. “Finally!”

“Come on. This train’s going to get full soon from people leaving the park,” Felix tugged you by the hand closer to him and guided you out of the train. 

“Wha–” you trailed off when exiting the train station. Looking up at the already darkened sky, you pouted. “If was daytime when we left!”

“You said it yourself; It’s still cold so it’s still getting dark early,” Felix looked away from the sky to glance at you. 

“Well, what are we waiting for then? We’re here finally!” You pulled Felix toward the entrance––you didn’t even notice you’d been holding his hand since you left the train car––and grinned widely. 

“See? Even thought it’s chilly, people are still here,” Felix motioned with his free hand toward others strolling down the boardwalk leading to the games and rides. 

“They’re crazy,” you instinctively shivered, causing you to shove your own free hand into your coat pocket. Acknowledging your slightly quivering nature, Felix put his hand up and took off the dark beanie on his head and placed it on yours. 

“You’re here, too, aren’t you?” You didn’t have to look at Felix to know he was smirking. 

“Only because you dragged me,” you reminded with a pointed expression. 

“Now now, we’re here to have fun! Where’d you like to go first?” 

Felix looked down at you with a soft smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Okay I’ll admit, that was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while,” you laughed, heaving the large stuffed pink giraffe over your shoulder into the train station. 

“Me too! I’m glad we finally got to hang out again. You know, since the debut is coming closer, we haven’t gotten many chances to see each other,” Felix smiled, sadly, lugging his own giant teddy bear on his shoulders. 

“Hey! Even with you and the guys’ debut coming, there’s no way I won’t still see you! Hell, I’ll come by the studio or practice rooms every day if I have to!” 

Stopping in his tracks, Felix turned around. “Really?”

“Of course,” you furrowed your brows, wondering why he’d question it. Before Felix could say anything else, the train car caught your gaze and your face fell. More specifically, the packed train car.

“We won’t have seats!” You whined rushing past Felix and grabbing his hand on the way. Entering the cart, you both looked around for any seats and your shouldered hunched in defeat when neither of you found one.

“It’s okay. We’ll just stand until people get off,” Felix shrugged, guiding you through people near an empty space for standing. 

“Dude, do you know how lazy I am?” 

Rolling his eyes, Felix nodded slowly, “Y/N, I was the one who carried you on my back for the past two hours.”

“Oh,” you looked away, bashfully, “…right.”

“So where you going to put these?” Felix flicked his head toward the giraffe you held close to your chest and the teddy bear under one of his right arm. 

“These? It’s just the giraffe,” you scrunched your eyebrows and looked down at the stuffed toy.

“There’s no way this giant teddy bear is going to fit in my room. You should have it.”

“And you think I have the room?” After a moment of silence, you gnawed at your lip and tapped your foot against the train car’s floor. “Well, if you insist.”

Felix smiled to himself in victory and took a step closer to you. Widening your eyes, you instinctively took a step back. Furrowing his brows at your antics, Felix put his hand up and grabbed ahold of the bar above your head. 

Oh, that was what he was doing.

You mentally scolded yourself at where your thoughts went.

“Hold onto me.”

Blinking rapidly, you looked up at Felix. “Huh!?”

“The train’s going to leave soon. You don’t have anything to hold onto,” Felix continued to stare at you in concern. Were you okay?

“Oh,” you took one hand off the giraffe and grasped onto his arm. A blush crept up your neck and you looked down and stared down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting things you’ve seen all day.

The train jerked forward causing you stumble…right into Felix’s chest. If you weren’t blushing before, your face was probably as red as a tomato now.

“Uh,” you stuttered, looking up at Felix’s own widened eyes. “S–sorry.”

Just as you were going to pull away, Felix wrapped his free hand around you. “I got you.”

Great, you thought. Now I’m hyperventilating.

You stayed like that for a while and you couldn’t complain. As much as you were flustered, you enjoyed being this close to Felix. He smells good.

After some passengers had left the train at their stop, you both sat next to each other at the nearest open seats. 

“…Y/N?”

“Huh? What?” You shook your head out of the trance you were currently in and smiled apologetically at the boy beside you. “Did you say something?”

“What’s going on in that head of yours? It looks you’ve been having a mental battle,” Felix lightly tapped at your temple and smiled. 

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head with a wave of your hand. 

“You sure?” Felix pressed. He needs to stop looking at me like that.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“You know I could’ve walked home alone, right?” You raised an eyebrow as you and Felix stood in front of your house. 

“It’s late. Gotta know you’re safe.” Felix shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and rocked back on forth by the heals and balls of his feet.

“Thanks,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and unlocked your front door. Pushing the giant stuffed animals into your house by your feet, you entered your home.

“Hey, wait,” Felix called out, causing you to turn around.

“Hm?” You turned around.

“When’s our next date?”

Choking on a breath, you blinked, “Sorry I don’t think I heard you right. Say that again?”

“Our next date?”

“This wAS A DATE!?” You felt the blush you managed to keep away from your face for the time being begin to slowly spread to your cheeks.

“Come on, Y/N. I spent my money on you, held your hand, hell, I even carried you but let’s not get into that, and won you stuffed toys. Doesn’t that sound like a date to you?” Felix smiled, cheekily, still rocking forward and backward.

“I uh––” you averted your gaze to look at the ground. “You mean, you feel the same way?”

“Same way? Of course, Y/N. Not gonna lie…you’re pretty obvious,” Felix shrugged.

Widening your eyes in surprise, you shouted, “You mean you’ve known? This whole time?”

“Everyone knows by now,” Felix rolled his eyes with a smile at your expression, “the guys were practically begging me to hurry and man up and tell you my feelings.”

“…I really don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. How ‘bout I pick you up tomorrow morning for some breakfast? We could chat about us then. Now, rest up,” Felix turned to go and you opened your mouth and closed it multiple times though no words came out.

“Goodnight!” You finally managed to shout after him. 

“Night Y/N,” Felix said in a singsong voice without bothering to turn around. “See you tomorrow for our second date.”

You closed the door behind you with a sigh and leant against it before looking down at the two large stuffed animals on the floor. Could I get any more cliche than this? 

Ignoring your thoughts, you squealed and scurried up to your room not able to wait for the next day.

[shibahobi]

Cancelling their S/O’s date [Hyung Line]

Hi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I’ve been super caught up with school i haven’t had time to post but it’s finally nearing the end of the semester and I’ve lost all motivation so I’m back :>

I TRIED WRITING ALL THE MEMBERS BUT IT’S REALLY LATE AND I’M ABOUT TO HAVE A STROKE SO MAKNAE LINE WILL BE COMPLETED TOMORROW ALSO SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES, LIKE I SAID, IM ABOUT TO HAVE A STROKE

Jin

You and Jin had plans to go to a nearby bakery that just opened recently as you hadn’t been on a date in a while due to the fact that he was always busy. The thought of finally getting to spend some time with him excited you, and of course you had to get him something. On your way home from work you saw the Nintendo ad for the pink version of the Nintendo switch and you knew what you had to do. The time for your date finally approached and you’re all ready when you get an abrupt text from Jin:

Shoulder bear 4:27PM

Sorry Y/N, I gotta cancel :( things in vocal practice aren’t working out right now, I’m gonna stay for a few more hours <3

It was upsetting seeing as you hadn’t seen him in months due to him being busy with his tour, and he just came back yesterday but you were already asleep. However, you couldn’t be mad at your boyfriend so you changed into something more comfortable and decided to go for a walk.

A few hours pass, you’re still outside. Jin returns home tired from practice expecting to see you sitting on the couch waiting for him, but instead he is greeted by the sparkly bag filled with pink paper that’s on the coffee table. 

There’s a small piece of paper attached to the strings on the bag and it reads:

“My Seokjinnie! I’m really happy we finally got to spend some time together because you’ve been gone for so long and I missed you so much! Here’s a little something I got for you, i hope you like it!”

Jin then realized you were supposed to give him the present on your date and he’s instantly filled with regret. He didn’t have to stay for practice, but he did. And he missed the one chance he had in a while to spend time with you.

A few hours later you return from your walk and you’re surprised to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch with his head down, holding your gift in his hands. When you call his name, he looks up. But his eyes aren’t filled with happiness.

Namjoon

Namjoon made plans with you to visit the new gallery that opened up on the other side of town, so you would need to have a mini road trip which excite you even more. Namjoon always complained about having a sore back and shoulders from his heavy bags filled with his equipment and things he needed to carry for practice, and you always saw him eyeing the new Endi (I made this up oomf) backpacks and you decided to get one for him, especially since it was your first time spending time together in a while so you wanted to surprise him.

You put on your favorite pair of jeans, a simple t-shirt, and the cardigan Namjoon bought you for Christmas and wrapped the box with simple white wrapping paper, not forgetting to stick the little note you wrote on top.

You then received a text from Namjoon, assuming it was him telling you to come outside, your face lit up with joy, but when you saw the contents of the text message, your expression quickly faltered.

Joonie 7:36PM

Sorry Y/N, can’t make it tonight, production stuff :(

Your shoulders immediately dropped and you slumped on the couch. So much for art galleries and road trips. You changed into your favorite pajamas and grabbed whatever food you could find and you snuggled up on the couch and decided to watch a horror movie, maybe it would scare the disappointment out of you. You didn’t last long though, and quickly fell asleep.

A few hours later Namjoon came home, exhausted from sitting behind a desk all day. He thought you would be asleep in your room but what he came home too was a much sadder sight. He saw you huddled up in one corner of the couch, with chips all over the coffee table, melted ice cream and maybe 5 ramen cups, not to mention the horror movie on the screen. However he also noticed the white box in the corner.

“For my Joonie” the note said, Namjoon quickly opened the note and at the first sentence, he already felt bad:

“Hey Joonie :) I finally get to spend time with you and excited is an understatement. You always complain about your back and I saw you eyeing these backpacks so I got you one! I love you!!”

Namjoon kept reading the note again and again, his eyes sometimes making their way to the sight of you on the couch and he felt like the worst person ever.

(Honestly trying to find sad Joon gifs is like me trying to find my will to live so I ain’t gettin any teary Joon gifs anytime soon :(( you’ll have to use your imagination here kiddos)

Yoongi

Yoongi had agreed to a simple dinner date at a cafe you went to for your birthday so you were excited seeing as he was more a stay at home type of guy.

Yoongi had often talked to his friends about the new Frost ring set (please don’t ask i make this up) that everyone seemed to like and you noticed he still hadn’t bought it so you decided to get it for him.

You carefully slid the overpriced rings into a small paper bag and clipped to it with a pretty clothes pin looking thing. Your outfit was simple, but fancy enough for the restaurant you were going to.

Yoongi promised to pick you up so as you noticed the time of his arrival nearing, you headed for the door and started to put your shoes on you received a text from him.

Yoongz 8:52 PM

Sorry, can’t make it. Practice.

You let out a sigh and headed back into the house. You weren’t expecting much from him today but seeing as you hadn’t spent time with him in a while, you were quite disappointed.

You slugged your way to the bedroom and went straight to sleep, not even bothering to change out of your clothes or take off your makeup.

When you woke up in the morning you had pretty much forgotten about everything and weren’t surprised to see that Yoongi still hadn’t come home, or so you thought.

When you stepped out of your room, the first thing you laid your eyes on was on the figure bent over a small paper bag, with a piece of paper in their hands.

“Yoongi?”

When the figure responded and looked up at you, you were met with Yoongi’s cold, yet sad stare.

Hobi

You and Hobi were planning to go to the flower festival that was being held in downtown Seoul and you were more than excited. You and Hobi both loved flowers and being able to walk with your boyfriend through a whole street filled with flowers was a joy for you.

It had been getting colder recently so you decided to get Hobi a cute little beanie, you hoped to see his cute ears when he wore it so that added onto your excitement. 

You wore your favourite dress, a cardigan and some frilly socks, and you made sure to not forget the beanie and note that were in the simple white gift bag. You headed out as you had agreed to meet with him at the venue.

Halfway there you receive a text from Hobi

My Sunshine :* 1:32PM

“I’m sorry jagiya :((( I can’t make it, this dance isn’t turning out how i want it :(”

Your mood immediately faded. You were sad he couldn’t make it especially since the flower festival only happened once a year. You decided to head to the practice room and still give Hobi his gift.

When you arrived, you saw Namjoon in the corridor 

“Hi Namjoon!!”

“Oh hey, are you here to see Hobi?”

“I would have liked to but I’m sure he’s busy. Could you please give him this? i don’t want to bother him”

“Sure Y/N”

You left the building, trusting that Hobi would at least like your gift. You still headed to the festival though, you didn’t want to miss it despite how much your mood was spoiled.

When Namjoon handed the gift to Hobi, he was confused at first until namjoon told him who it was from

Hobi opened the note and started to skim over the letters written in your handwriting:

“I’m super happy we’re finally going to go to the flower festival!! I’ve been waiting all year :), I got you this since i wanted to see your cute little ears, also because it’s getting cold and you need to stay warm :)”

Hobi immediately felt like he had been hit with a load of bricks. He was angry at himself

[silverfootstepswrites]

Butterfly [17]

summary Time’s a strange fellow...

“You’re kidding,” Ino said into her ear.

Sakura’s phone sat propped up in a neon blue cradle. The bunny ears stuck up behind it. With the bluetooth earbud stuck in her right ear, she didn’t have to worry about cords getting tangled up with her arms when she moved around. She couldn’t count the number of times she had ripped her earbuds out as she worked out. Wireless earbuds were on at the top of her list of favorite presents she had ever received. 

Sakura lifted her head to see Ino frowning at her from the screen. She looked back down at the ground, staring between her fisted hands. All her weight bearing down on her forearms, she swiveled her hips from side to side. Her core tightening and straining with the effort. 

“I’m not,” Sakura replied. Letting out a sigh, she collapsed onto her mat to catch her breath. 

“Didn’t you say you come from the boonies? What is there even to do out there?” Ino demanded. 

Sakura rose to her knees. She adjusted the phone cradle to angle the camera toward her face. 

Ino sat at her kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of her. The orange tail of her cat waved around behind her as it strutted around the counters. 

“Hi, Maron-chan!” Sakura called. The cat meowed at the sound of its name. 

Ino crunched through another mouthful of cereal. 

“You know, sometimes I think you like my cat better than you like me,” Ino grumbled.

“Oh yeah. Definitely,” Sakura replied without hesitation. Ino gave her a flat look.

“You should come visit me, Ino-chan. Take a break from the city,” Sakura then suggested. She looked away to take a sip of her water. Ino’s spoon clicked against the side of the bowl. More crunching as she chewed.

“Dream on, country bumpkin. Tokyo or bust,” answered Ino. And then she spat as her long hair got caught in her mouth. Sakura snickered at her. She got back in a plank position, ignoring the burning in her core muscles. There was a thump that made her raise her head again. Ino had her foot up on the table now. She had bright purple strips overlapping together. They covered the sole of her foot before the ran up to cover most of her ankles. 

“By the way, thanks for introducing me to this stuff. I actually don’t feel like dying now,” Ino said through a mouthful of cereal. 

“Right? It really helped with my knee a lot last year,” Sakura agreed. She had been skeptical about the odd-looking tape at first. But she had used it to support her ankles, her calves, even her shoulders. When Ino had mentioned how much her feet ached, Sakura hadn’t hesitated to share her secret. Sakura preferred using beige so that it was invisible under her tights. But she wasn’t surprised that Ino would choose the flashiest color available. 

Letting out a deep breath, she dipped her hips from side to side. Back and forth. Feeling her stomach muscles flexing and straining. Ino’s spoon clinked against the bowl a few more times. And then her chair scraped across the floor. The water ran as she washed her bowl and spoon, leaving them to dry in the dishwasher. When Ino returned, Sakura was back on the floor, huffing. 

As Sakura lifted herself up, her arms and shoulders flexed. Ino let out a whistle.

“Look who’s still ja-a-aaaacked. Even though you’re retiiiiired,” Ino sang. Sakura laughed. 

“Gotta stay in shape,” Sakura said. 

“To fight off those haters. Ooh, girl, look at those Ronda Rousey arms,” Ino gushed, fanning herself like a Southern belle. Sakura could only laugh harder. 

“Anyway, the Tokyo Ballet School’s been reaching out to us for guest teachers. Maybe I’ll put my name in,” Ino suddenly told her, examining her nails. 

“Cool,” Sakura answered.

“But I’m not visiting you in the boonies. You come up to Tokyo,” Ino stipulated.

“Less cool,” amended Sakura.

She glanced down at her watch. Sighing, she slapped her hands against her thighs once. 

“Alright, I gotta go, Ino-chan," Sakura announced. She picked her phone up with one hand and the bunny-shaped cradle with the other. 

"Yeah," Ino sighed, "Guess I should start getting ready for tomorrow. Let's talk soon."

"Good night, Ino-chan."

"Have a good day, Sakura."

Sakura ended the call. She turned off her earbud and pocketed it. It took her a minute to pack everything into her bag. After a last swig from her water bottle, she hoisted her gear onto her shoulder. She pushed the door open with her hip, out into the morning air. It was already warm, promising another hot day.

Konoha had never had its own gym. Or a ballet studio. Growing up, she had biked to the town over to train. But that was one of the inevitable things about growing up in a small town like Konoha. In nice weather, the bike rides had been a pleasant extra workout. And in the winter, there was always someone willing to give her a lift. 

Sakura didn't remember what had happened to her old bike. Maybe they'd sold it or given it to a neighbor's kid. Whatever the case, it was gone. So one of the first things Sakura had done after moving back to Konoha was buy a new bike. It was mint green with a little basket in the front. She tossed her water bottle and keys into it whenever she rode around. 

She could have easily driven. There was nothing wrong with the car she had inherited from her parents. But it seemed like a waste to drag it out of the driveway. And with the mostly unpaved roads in town, it was actually easier to navigate with a bike than a car.

By the time she got to the rink, it was only 9 am, and she was already sweating. Minato greeted her from behind the counter, still in his pajamas. The rink wouldn't open for another hour, but he was looking through the receipts from the last week. 

Although Sakura hogged the rink most evenings, apparently the place was still attracting customers. Part of it, she knew, had to do with the knowledge that she skated here. That alone attracted some curious folk. It was also because in the mornings and early afternoons, Minato taught a beginner's skate class. Business really picked up in the summer when kids (and their parents) would do anything to stay out of the heat. 

She spent an easy hour on the ice, partly to cool off and partly to run through Haku's routine a few more times. The changes they had made would ensure him a higher technical score. But artistry had always been Haku's weak point. She made a few adjustments to some parts of the step sequence. Moved some of the elements around. She kept note of it in her phone, typing between tries.

And at the end of the hour, she sent all her changes to Haku in a big text. Then, she headed home to shower. She biked past Naruto on his jog and rang her bell at him a few times. He waved in return.

Wet hair wrapped in a towel, Sakura stood in her room. Hands on her hips. Staring into the depths of her closet. 

Her closet had always been divided into two sections: athletic wear and anything else. As the years went on, and she started to gain popularity, companies had taken notice of her too. It started off with little accessories. Socks. A hat. But then she started receiving bigger boxes. Shirt and pants. Full tracksuits. Backpacks and sneakers. 

When he was a teen, Haku had been roughly the same size as her. She had given him a lot of the extras. Ripped jeans and flannel shirts were some of his favorites. Beanies, too. He always dressed in layers, which he claimed made him look bigger. Which, she supposed, made sense given how slight he was. Even as an adult.

During her career, she had either been on the ice or traveling to be on the ice. Unfortunately, this meant that as a grown woman, Sakura owned joggers in every color and print imaginable. She had long and short leggings. The kind with mesh and the kind with patterns. Not to even begin to mention the moisture-wicking shirts. She had them in every brand and every style. Long-sleeved, sleeveless, cropped. She also had enough fancy sports bras to not have to do laundry for months. 

Pushed to the left side of her closet were her work clothes. She had a few blouses, skirts, and slacks that she rotated. 

There should have been, she thought, something in-between. Because it seemed that women in Japan favored airy blouses and cardigans. Cute skirts in pastels seemed to be an added bonus. 

"Well," Sakura said out loud. Like that would do anything. 

In the end, she headed out in sneakers and a t-shirt. And since it was hot, she wore shorts, too. Just in case anyone recognized her, she completed the look with a snapback and rose-colored sunglasses. With her bright hair tucked into the hat, she thought, it wouldn't be as easy to recognize her. 

The address Itachi had messaged her was in a town further up the coast. It  took about half an hour by car. And by the time she parked, it felt like the sun was trying to punish the earth. She fanned herself with one hand as she reread his message. It led her to a narrow building with ivy climbing up the drainpipe. Three stone steps led up to the glass door. A wooden sign hung on the glass that read: Art.

When Sakura pulled the door, a bell tinkled. A blast of cold air baptized her as she stepped inside. 

The interior of the gallery was as narrow as she had expected. But in exchange, it was tall. Sunlight streamed in from the skylights. There was a small table by the entrance. A guestbook sat opened along with a stack of business cards and a glass box with a slot cut into the top. 

"Welcome. Admission is 300 yen," a woman greeted her. 

Sakura dug in her pocket to find change. She dropped it into the glass box and stepped into the gallery. From the signs and pamphlets, Sakura gathered that this was an exhibition for a local artist. Her theme seemed to be paintings of nature. Not a particularly unique concept, but beautiful nonetheless. 

Sakura spotted Itachi towards the back of the gallery. He was wearing glasses. His arms folded across his chest. He tilted his head to one side as he observed a large canvas. 

"I still don't know what you meant by doing you a favor," Sakura said as she settled in next to him. 

Itachi glanced at her, a faint smile on his lips. The frames of his glasses were speckled brown and black in a tortoise shell pattern. 

"Sorry to disrupt your Saturday," he apologized. Sakura shrugged. 

"I wasn't dragged here against my will. No need to be sorry," she answered. He didn't say anything else.  

Sakura leaned in to read the plaque. It read "The Ocean" in kanji. There was no description. No fancy history of when or how it had been created. Just the name under the unframed canvas. 

She had never been one for museums. But she had seen on TV how people were supposed to react. So she looked over the painting, nodding a little. Like she was thinking big, important thoughts. When really she wondered how long it would take to paint something like this.

Itachi pushed something into her hands. She started. Looked down at the tablet she was now holding. Sakura opened the case. The screen woke, glowing softly. Itachi pushed an icon, nudging windows around until he had two apps running at once. 

"You'll need this to do my favor," he told her. 

Sakura looked from him to the huge painting. And then down at the tablet held in her arms. The software he had opened up on the left had some kind of color picker. On the right was a simple document for her to write notes. 

"These are called hex codes. When you see the right color in the picker, write down the code," Itachi instructed her. He leaned over to show her how to drag the selector across the screen. The combination of letters and numbers changed as he moved.

"For example, what color would you say my shirt is?" inquired Itachi. 

Sakura's gaze flickered to his outfit. A thin t-shirt and jeans. 

"It's grey," she replied. And then she looked down at the screen. She pulled the marker to the left. And then up a bit. 

"Sort of... there," she muttered to herself. The box on the top left of the screen displayed a string of numbers and letters. The hex code for that shade of grey.

"Great. So now try it with this," Itachi prompted, gesturing to the painting in front of them. "What color is the ocean to you?"

Sakura blinked a few times. Her eyes roving over the canvas. She stared at the rainbow gradient on the tablet screen. And then she sighed.

“…Are you sure?” Sakura hedged. She ran her finger along the color picker. Cycling through pinks that bled into purple, then blue, then green. 

“I told you. I’m not much of an artist,” she said. 

 “I’m sure,” Itachi replied. Smiling, for some reason when their eyes met. He lifted his gaze back to the painting on the wall. Waves crashing against a cliff, water foaming white when it sprayed against the rocks. 

“What color is the ocean to you?” Itachi asked her again.

"So... you want the color of ....say... the water?" she asked, glancing at Itachi again. He nodded, thumb still on his chin as he watched her. 

Her eyes flickered to the painting. She squinted at the brush strokes that formed the waves. Her pointer finger swiped the colors into the bluish-green range. And then she moved her finger around until the settled on something like a light teal. Her lower lip stuck out. She wrote down the hex code on the right side of the screen, under the word ‘ocean’. But then she adjusted the colors, edging more toward green. She picked about four more shades, jotting those down too.

“Sorry. It’s just… there’s a bunch of colors in the water. Is this too much?” Sakura asked, still writing down the strings of letters and numbers. And when she looked at Itachi again he almost looked like he might cry.

“No. It’s perfect,” he answered.

He didn't speak as she moved on to the grass covering the top of the cliffs.   Next was the sky. Almost gold in some parts, white in others. She found the ochre of the stones in the water. The pastel yellow of the sand on the beach. 

They spent the better part of an hour that way. They cycled through a few paintings in the exhibition. Sakura finding the right colors and recording the hex codes. 

After she recorded the colors of a particularly lush painting, a forest scene with tall trees, Sakura stole a glance at Itachi. 

“One more?” she asked, pointing at a scene comprised of lilacs and pinks. 

To her surprise, Itachi took the tablet from her. He scrolled through the lists she had made. And then he closed the cover of the case. 

“Do you like seafood?” Itachi queried.

“Huh?”

The restaurant Itachi took her to was beyond obscure. If he hadn’t led her straight to the door, she would have missed it a million times over. It was located in a white building, a small purple sign hanging above the door displayed its name. There was little else around besides some apartments and a supermarket down the road. 

It was a tiny place with a handful of tables and chairs. It was spartan but clean. The laminated menus only had a few options. But Sakura barely glanced them over because Itachi had convinced her with two words at the art gallery:

Hyuga Don

It was one of the specialties of this area. A bowl of rice piled high with slices of fresh tuna. Such a simple idea. But that taste lived in a special corner of Sakura’s heart. Out of all the delicious foods she had eaten on her travels, none could ever replace the taste of Hyuga Don. 

Itachi leaned back in his seat, elbow resting on the back of the chair beside him. He removed his glasses, tucking them in the front of his shirt. He rubbed the marks they’d left on the bridge of his nose. 

“I stumbled on this place when I moved to Konoha. It’s amazing,” Itachi informed her. 

The owner of the place was an old woman. She took their orders and served them tea poured over ice. As they waited for the food, Sakura snapped a shot of the glasses, condensation slipping down the sides. She fiddled with the saturation and highlights for a while. 

“So do you do this a lot? Go to exhibits and ask people to write down the colors in the paintings?” asked Sakura, looking up from her phone. She set it facedown on the table. 

“Yes to the first part. Not the second,” he replied. And before she could ask him to elaborate, the food arrived.

Sakura grudgingly admitted that this was a darn good donburi. 

“Well, not bad... for an outsider’s pick, anyway,” she then added. “There’s an incredible place in Tsukumi. Remind me to send you the address.” 

They split the bill right down the middle. And then, as they got up, Itachi smiled at her. 

“Thank you. For your help,” Itachi uttered. 

“Yeah. Of course,” she replied. Still unsure as to how, exactly, she had been helpful at all. 

June bled into July. And it was clear that this heat wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. Sometimes, when Sakura needed a break, she snuck into the air conditioned science room to gab with Orochimaru. And he always had cookies or rice crackers to split with her as they chatted between his classes. Sometimes she helped him sort beakers and glass slides as they spoke. 

“The Asian Open Trophy is in Hong Kong this year. I’m thinking of flying out to go watch,” Orochimaru confessed. 

“That’s during summer vacation, Sensei. Why not?” answered Sakura. And then she added, “Why not take your grandson? Does Mitsuki-kun like ice skating?” 

Orochimaru shook his head. “He mostly likes video games.”

“Heathen,” she grumbled, making Orochimaru chuckle. 

As the hot days trickled on, Sakura pulled the old, inflatable pool out of storage. With Naruto’s help, they managed to blow it up and filled it with water from the garden hose before Kushina texted him to come home for dinner. Sakura dunked her feet into it as the sun went down. Cicadas chirping in an endless chorus around her. 

She let out a long sigh. Closed her eyes as she let the muggy air blow over her. 

In the distance, she could hear children’s voices. The crack of a baseball hitting a bat as they squeezed in one last game before going home for the night. 

And then, a deep woof interrupted the peace. 

“Oiiii! You home, Haruno?” a man shouted. 

Sakura ignored him. 

“HARUNO!” he yelled even louder. The dog howled along with him. 

Scowling, Sakura turned onto her side. And just as she considered throwing something over the fence at him, she heard the man let out a muffled “oof”. 

“Shut up, Inuzuka. You’re so irritating,” she heard Shikamaru scold. 

“You kicked me!” Kiba gasped. And she could hear them tussling. 

Sakura watched as a plastic bag came flying over her fence. Followed by Kiba’s body. His huge white dog followed. It bounded across the yard, heading straight for Sakura. 

“Akamaru! No!” Shikamaru called.

But it was too late. The dog came crashing into the inflatable pool. Dousing Sakura as a wave engulfed her. It soaked her to the bone before she could move out of the way. 

Sakura rose onto her elbows, spitting water. She dragged her hand across her face, pulling her hair aside. And when she wiped her eyes, she found Kiba sitting cross-legged in the grass. A sheepish grin on his face. Akamaru sat panting in the pool, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Shikamaru leaned over the fence, grimacing. 

Sakura opened her mouth to say something. Akamaru chose that precise moment to give himself a vigorous shake. Sending more water flying out at her. The tag on his color jingled merrily with the movement.

“Uh.... hey, Haruno,” Kiba said.

“....Hey, Inuzuka,” she replied in a flat voice. 

Like a normal human being, Shikamaru went around to walk through the front door of the house. He smacked Kiba in the back of the head as Sakura wrung her hair and clothes out. And when Kiba glared, Shikamaru hit him several more times with the plastic bag in his hand. 

“Nara, could you get me a towel?” Sakura requested, keeping her voice perfectly level. 

She waited for Shikamaru to walk back into the house. He returned a few moments later with a pink towel from the bathroom. She wiped her face and arms down before she draped it over her hair. 

Sakura got to her feet. And without another word, she went into her house to change. 

“Nara, I’m scared,” she heard Kiba whisper.

“She’s going to end your life,” replied Shikamaru in a solemn voice. 

When she emerged several minutes later, Sakura returned to the backyard. Akamaru was out of the pool now. And when he spotted her scowl, he let out a whine. He lowered his head onto his paws, staring up at her with big, shining eyes. Kiba put his hand in his pocket, still giving that awkward smile.

“Heyyy, you. Feeling better?” he asked her. 

Sakura strode up to him. She shoved him in the chest with her foot and watched him topple backward. Ass-first. Into the pool. 

“Okay. We’re even,” declared Sakura, smirking. She turned to Shikamaru. 

“Drinks?” she suggested. Shikamaru shrugged one shoulder. 

“Inuzuka, you in?” asked Shikamaru. They both looked over at him. Akamaru was licking his face. Kiba pushed Akamaru away, blinking water out of his eyes. 

“Yeah. Sure,” he replied, grinning. 

[thetaekswoon]

DAY6 Sungjin| Boyfriend AU

If you’ve been following my blog, recently you may have noticed my slight obsession with Day6, specifically Sungjin.  That’s only because I just suddenly realized that he is completely and utterly perfect in every way.  Like Jae was my bias, but now, who can be sure.

NSFW! 

(btw I unintentionally wrote this AU with a female reader in mind, I usually try so hard to keep my AUs gender neutral so all my readers and enjoy them, this just kind of happened so I’m sorry for my male readers)

Sungjin:

Sungjin is the sophisticated, mature, and sometimes slightly dorky, boyfriend that your parents absolutely adore.

  . like really the first time they meet him they are absolutely floored by his table manners and general politeness as soon as you got home they called and asked you when he would propose.

Flat out said, “I have deep regards for your daughter.” to your parents and you will never stop making fun of him for saying that to them, it wasn’t like you hadn’t said I love you yet or anything he could have just said that, but instead he just got all nervous and cute.

The kind of boyfriend who is super gentle and will protect you from all harm and is generally a gentleman, always holds open the door for you and makes sure you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk.

HIS EYEBROWS ARE THICKER AND MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOURS WILL EVER BE YOU JUST GOTTA ACCEPT THAT HONEY.

The kind that will cook you dinner and bring home fancy wines for you two to try together.

Sungjin enjoys surprising you a lot for dinner and with dates and the such.  Sometimes you’ll just come home after a long day at work and he’ll be there in your apartment wearing an apron with a wooden spoon in hand, watching something like the Food Network trying to replicate some of the fancy recipes just to surprise you.

The only thing is that his surprise dinners are always either wonderful or a complete bust (sometimes you just need to heat up some ramen after only one bite, rip poor baby Sungjin he tried so hard).

,,, but you are always thankful that he put in so much effort to surprise you and be all romantic and stuff.

Boyfriend Sungjin will just text you on his off days and it will say something like ‘come hang out with me, I’m bored and I miss you <3′ so you go and show up at the studio or at his apartment, wherever he is tbh, and he’s there wearing a beanie with his guitar.

He’ll give you a quick kiss and then pats at a spot next to him for you to sit down and chill, and then he’ll serenade you.

Vinyl kinda man, if you know what I mean.

Leather couches and orchids on the living room window sil.

, but like no matter how mature Sungjin is he still has a carton of chocolate milk in the fridge.  It’s Tru Moo btw.

Before you two move in together there is already no real system of boundaries in place, he has a key to your apartment and vice versa.

And Sungjin also really likes to just show up unannounced and sleepover, and his motives are rarely sexual in those instances, if he was horny and had motives you would know.

nah, tbh Sungjin just loves falling asleep cuddled up next to you, your body curled into his.  Will totally rub your back and sing you to sleep...

He’s just so loving and wants to show you all of his affection, but has a hard time expressing it vocally because he doesn’t think a simple “I love you” or “I’m in love with you” cuts it, so he tries to make up for it with all of his actions.

And like he’s so romantic and stuff, but doesn’t even make a big deal about it because he thinks that’s what a boyfriend is supposed to do and act like, like it’s common courtesy.

Makes chocolate covered strawberries to specifically feed them to you... naked... in bed... looking like Adonis (after sexy times lol)

Going to the beach together when the weather is warm enough, and seeing him in just his swim trunks.

He’s kinda like a kid at the beach, splashing you with the water, wanting you to bury him in the sand.

Primarily just wears button ups with nice pants, looks super mature and so cute.

He loves nothing more than seeing you in his clothes, especially the morning after, and he always hands you his beanies/button ups/tees subtly giving you the signal that he wants to see you wearing whatever it is soon.

Sungjin rarely moves in his sleep, so you almost always wake up still in his arms and it’s just so warm and safe feeling (also his biceps are really nice whoops)

Takes you on cute dates that seem simple, but he really put a lot of thought into them.  Like the time he took you to a boardwalk where you just spent a few hours window shopping and holding each other’s hands, but then after the sun began to descend he went back to the car to grab a towel so you two could sit down on the beach and watch the sunset together.  After that he booked reservations at a seafood restaurant back on the boardwalk.

The kind of boyfriend to take you out for a classy and expensive dinner and then fuck you good.

Giver >>>>> Receiver 

I feel like Sungjin is more of a vanilla dom that occasionally likes to spice things up in the bedroom with the whole daddy thing (only in the bedroom, not as a lifestyle, though if you really want to rattle him or leave him embarrassed you whisper in his ear and call him daddy in public or in front of the boys)

*cough cough* romantic daddy *cough cough*

, he likes to be in control most of the time, but isn’t super into the idea of bdsm or anything besides more interesting positions

, whips and toys are a little intimidating for him to use on you.

Not going to lie, Sungjin doesn’t realize just how good at sex he is, especially when he goes down on you.

HE’S SO GOOD AT FOREPLAY HOW DOES HE NOT REALIZE THIS.

 tbh he is just responding to all of the noises you make, and no matter how much you praise him for it afterwards he just gets a little shy and blushy, like YOUR WETNESS IS ALL OVER HIS CHIN AND HE IS JUST SO HUMBLE and always is trying new things with his tongue that he think will feel good,

spoiler alert! THEY DO!

Like your legs are always shaking the next morning, so much so that you have to sit down, and he’s just so innocent and will say something like, “Oh sorry did I do that?  Sorry babe do you want me to cook breakfast today then?” 

Boobs >>>>> Butt

He’s the kind of man who says that he’s not that into blow jobs because he feels like it’s degrading to the woman, and actually means it.

It’s just frustrating sometimes because he makes you feel so amazing all of the time, you just want to make him feel good too, and if you insist that you really really want to go down on him he might be willing to compromise into 69ing you... lowkey is really into 69ing because he gets off giving you pleasure.

Though when you are able to fully convince him into letting you suck him he’ll forget all about how he thinks it’s wrong making you take him like that, and will become super dominant,,, like he’ll grab onto your hair and grab onto the back of your neck harshly to hold you against him.

the noises he makes,,... heavenly

not the kind of guy to care whether or not you shave/wax, so after you start becoming more comfortable with your relationship, sexual or not, you can just stop shaving so regularly and he won’t mind one bit.

As for PDA, I don’t see Sungjin as someone who feels restrained showing his affection towards you in public, but at the same time he doesn’t want to put on a show for random people and let them into your private life together.

  so he’ll be more than willing to hold your hand, wrap his arms around your waist, kiss your forehead, cheeks, and your lips, but he would never make out with you on a public bench or anything.  And public sex is just too risky and unhygienic for him to even consider.

However, once you guys went to a party that Jae was throwing and you two got surprisingly drunk off of all the wine, and hardcore made out in front of the whole party,,,  everyone has it on video.

Loves to shower with you.  Likes to wash your hair for you, and massage your shoulders in the bath tub.  Likes softer smells like lavender and shea butter.  (together you discovered sex in a bathtub is just too messy, the water gets everywhere, but sex in the shower... hm... Sungjin really enjoys that)

Ok so I can lowkey see Sungjin being a really good mechanix.  Like just imagine him wearing jeans and a black tee, leaning over into the open hood of your car working his magic or whatever and sweating.  idk maybe that’s just my American fantasy.

Sungjin is not that good at dancing in clubs no he’s amazing (not that you guys even go to those) and in general but for some reason really damn good at ballroom dancing.  Even if it’s just in your living room he is able to sweep you off your feet and into a waltz or something.

Sungjin has the record player on, with the lights dimmed, he dips in to give you a kiss, and it’s just so romantic...,,, he clutches you so close and tight.

On Saturday morning he likes to spread out on the couch in just his underwear and socks, and tbh he’s such a mess in the mornings, but a cute mess that you can’t help but snuggle up to him and watch whatever he has on the TV.

  his bare skin is hot against your, it takes the chill out of your bones and makes you feel sleepy again.

Coffee over tea guy, but doesn’t really mind either.  He loves waking up to the smell of coffee, and if you went out of your way to make bacon he might cry tears of joy.

For some reason I see Sungjin really into gummy bears, idk, and he only likes the green and clear ones and feeds the red ones to you.

(he likes them so much that he would make gummy bear Jell-O shots in college lol)

Not too keen on having children anytime soon, but would marry you in a heartbeat.

In fact he’s already talked to you about this as being the next big step in your relationship many times before, that or getting a dog.

Would definitely want to adopt a pet rather than buy one from a breeder.  I also see Sungjin as a big dog person so he’d probably want some kind of lab/hound mix.  (You might even be able to convince him to get a pitbull because he values loyal dogs like labs and retrievers)

omg this is me on a rant but just like imagine Sungjin owning a gray pitbull, sorry I tear up.  IMAGINE going on walks with your dog and Sungjin and him taking the dog into the studio and letting it chill in the recording studio while he works.

Ok ok so you guys need to get a dog asap.

tbh the perfect boyfriend that will protect you and is just a bit possessive, but just to the extent where it’ll make your heart flutter.

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[ask-haleinski]

Stiles dropped the book onto the table and opened it. The spine of it cracked. Some of the pages fell out and fluttered to the floor.

“Oh come on,” Stiles whined, “I just bought this one.”

The baby made an inquisitive cooing sound and reached for the book.

“No, Jellybean,” he said patiently, as he gently pried her pudgy hands away from it.

A half laugh, half choked sort of noise from across the table made Stiles lift his head. Derek was staring at him, eyebrows raised in question.

“I don’t want to give her a name, we’ll get attached. So that’s my nickname for her.” Stiles said, slowly.

Derek’s eyebrows seemed to crawl higher (which Stiles hadn’t thought possible until just then), “Yes, but, Jellybean?”

“It’s cute.”

Derek just huffed out another laugh and turned his attention back to the laptop.

“Not hard to find stuff about the fae, at least.” Stiles mused, “Although a lot of the lore seems to agree they’re nothing like Tinkerbell.” He held up the book to show Derek an illustration of a rather vicious-looking pixie, and bared his teeth in a poor imitation of it.

This seemed to delight Jellybean, as she let out a high-pitched squeal and waved her hands towards him. Stiles turned his attention to her and tickled her belly, and she dissolved into giggles. When Stiles looked up, Derek looked a little dazed. Stiles grinned at him.

“What?”

Derek cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the bestiary, “It might be easy to find information about fae, but, everything about their babies comes back to changelings.”

“So she’s a changeling.”

“I don’t actually think so. That involves a trade, and…” Derek’s eyebrows lowered in a frown.

“We don’t have an existing baby, right.” Stiles supplied. He turned his attention to Jellybean, who was tugging on his sleeve. “Hm?”

She pulled harder, until she was able to get some of the flannel into her mouth. Stiles found himself smiling as she gummed his sleeve.

“I think she’s seven months old,” Derek said.

“I think that faeries probably age differently,” Stiles said.

“Developmentally, according to human terms, she looks like she’s seven months old.”

“You’ve been studying up on that, have you?” Stiles tore his gaze from the baby to grin at Derek, whose ears were flushing a deep red.

“Maybe,”

“You’re such a dork,” Stiles said. Jellybean cooed into his shirt sleeve, “See? Even lil’ Bean agrees with me.”

Derek growled at both of them, but it was playful. Jellybean squealed, Stiles blew him a kiss.

Stiles walked into the bathroom with a baby outfit in each hand.

“Which one, d’you think? Lydia said she bought this one,” he held up the light blue onesie, “for her because the color suits her best. But I dunno, I’m really loving this one with the bear ears.”

“Whichever,” Derek said.

“Bear it is,” Stiles looked up and fought a laugh, “You having fun?”

Derek huffed at him; he was knelt beside the bathtub, shirt soaked through. Even his hair was wet, as strands of it clung together and dripped onto his forehead.

Jellybean was slapping her hands against the water and periodically using some of her magic to create puddles on the floor. From the sounds of it, she was delighted.

Stiles set the clothes down and approached the bathtub, “Need some help?”

“It’s okay, I’ve managed,” Derek smiled wearily, “Washed her hair already.”

Stiles gestured to his shirt, “I’m guessing that’s when this disaster occurred.”

“Yeah,” Derek turned his attention to Jellybean, who was babbling at him. He nodded, as if he were listening intently to what she had to say, “Really? That’s fascinating, baby girl.”

Jellybean smiled wide and laughed.

Stiles’ heart did a little lurch.

They didn’t have a crib. A makeshift nest on their bed was the best they could do for her, made up of one too many pillows and the softest blankets they could find. She lay in between them and slept soundly, made little soft sighing noises every so often.

Stiles gently grabbed her left foot, which she kept kicking out.

“How do babies get even cuter when they’re sleeping?” he whispered.

Derek made a soft noise in agreement. He was watching Jellybean sleep, too, as if he was afraid to take his eyes off of her. Stiles had a feeling Derek was almost too paranoid regarding the baby; he was probably worried she’d roll off the bed, or worse.

It made Stiles feel things.

“Hey,” Stiles murmured, and Derek looked up. “You’re going to be a great father one day, you know.”

Derek’s gaze went impossibly softer. Stiles wondered, for a split second, if he was going to melt.

“You, too,” Derek said. His voice was suspiciously hoarse.

Stiles looked away a little too fast and cleared his throat. Jellybean let out what sounded like a sleepy giggle; Stiles assumed she was having nice dreams.

A thought hit Stiles like a ton of bricks, a minute later.

“Der...you don’t think she’s a gift, do you?” He directed his question to the ceiling. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle the look on Derek’s face.

“I-I don’t know,” Derek sounded so vulnerable. Stiles squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t know why we’d- what have we done to deserve a gift?”

Stiles shrugged helplessly, “I can’t think of what else it could be.”

“Do you...want to keep her?”

And there it was.

Stiles shot up from the bed. His heart was pounding, a heavy, insistent rhythm that crawled up his throat and crowded his head. “I’m going to go shower,” Stiles muttered.

“Stiles-”

“Relax. I just,” Stiles swallowed, “I just need to think.” Need to calm down and breathe, he added silently.

Warm water, and silence, and his own thoughts. That was what he needed.

Stiles headed back to the bedroom, toweling his hair. Derek was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clasped against his knees.

Stiles stopped in the doorway. Derek looked up.

“I’d love to keep her, just so you know,” Stiles said, on an exhale.

The tension in Derek’s shoulders started to dissolve.

“But,” Stiles went on, as he approached the bed, “I just- I can’t explain it, but I have this feeling that she’s got her own parents, somewhere, that want her back. Y’know?”

Derek nodded and settled his hands on Stiles’ hips when he was close enough, “I know.”

Stiles ran his hands through Derek’s hair, “Der…”

“I know,” Derek repeated. “We’ll keep looking, it’s just- I wanted…” he winced, “I thought--”

“Me too,” Stiles admitted.

Derek went quiet.

“You know...I’m still in college and we’ve only just gotten engaged and…” he slid one hand down to Derek’s cheek. “I want us to have our own children, one day, when we’re married and we’re settled in the house. Whether it’s through adoption or some kind of-- uh.” Stiles felt his ears warm at the thought, “You know. Whatever magical loophole we find. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Derek murmured, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly. He hesitated, “So...what do you think we should do?”

“Lyds mentioned something about faery summoning spells. We’ll take a look at those tomorrow,” Stiles said, “For now, I think we should get some sleep.”

“Good id--” Derek was interrupted by Jellybean, who woke up with a mewling cry.

Stiles let out a stunted laugh of disbelief as Derek immediately moved to comfort her.

“The timing.”

“It’s been a week,” Stiles said.

They’d fallen into a routine. Jellybean woke up the same time every morning, went to bed the same time every night. She woke them up at least once every night with her crying. Derek and Stiles took turns when that happened.

She liked the pumpkin flavored baby food. She loved to bath, but only if there were bubbles. She hated her yellow sundress- refused to wear it. She liked to have long conversations with Derek, conversations about nothing with no actual words, and he loved to listen.

She loved napping on Stiles’ chest in the afternoons.

“I know it’s been a week,” Lydia muttered to the pages of her book, “I’m getting there.”

Stiles shrugged and said, “Take your time.” he meant it.

Jellybean let out a little cough. Stiles looked up from his breakfast.

“Yeah?”

She stared at him and coughed again. Nothing was really wrong, she just seemed to want his attention.

“You’re a little actress, huh,” Stiles yawned around his toast.

Derek took the seat next to Jellybean’s highchair with a cup of coffee warming his hands.

“Good morning, Beany.” he said, and Jellybean’s wings fluttered happily.

Stiles loved seeing the resultant smile on Derek’s face. In fact, he was pretty sure he ended up staring, dazed, because Derek looked at him and the smile wavered into an abashed grin.

A bang from Lydia’s side of the table startled them both. She’d dropped the book against the table.

“I’ve got it!” she said, “The summoning spell- I’ve figured it out.”

Stiles’ mouth felt dry.

“That’s great.”

The setup was eerily similar to that of a demon summoning spell. Stiles didn’t like it.

“Did we really have to wait for a quarter of the moon to align with Uranus, or whatever?” Jackson squinted at the night sky, “Seems like bullshit to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to do this?” Stiles got up from where he was knelt on the ground, closing the circle. He wiped his hands against his jeans; they were covered in the mixture Lydia had made, which included althaea and frankincense oil and Stiles had no idea what else.

“Why are you even here, Jackson?”

“Lydia obviously made me come, idiot.” Jackson narrowed his eyes at him, “Besides, you’ll need help if this goes sideways, right? So don’t complain.”

“He also wanted to say goodbye to Jellybean,” Lydia said, as she approached the circle to admire Stiles’ handiwork.

“Oh, you’re sweet,” Stiles cooed at Jackson, who went red and hissed at him to shut up.

“Nicely done,” Lydia said, with a nod towards the whole summoning set-up.

“What, you doubted me?” Stiles asked, mock-affronted.

“You do have this tendency to mess things up,” Jackson said dryly.

“Jackson,” Derek let out a warning growl. He’d just joined them in the garden, Jellybean on his hip. She was wearing a pink coat and a beanie with rabbit ears on them.

Jackson, sensing the horrible mood Derek was in, immediately took a step back.

“Is it ready.” Derek asked- or, well, demanded.

“Question marks, babe. They’re your friend.” Stiles squeezed Derek’s shoulder, as if he could leech the tension from him. Derek just growled, again.

Great. Stiles knew it was bad when Derek went all pre-verbal.

“Could we have some privacy?” he asked Jackson and Lydia. “Just for a minute.”

Lydia took Jackson by the arm and lead him back into the house. Jackson didn’t protest.

“Are you ok- nope, okay, not going to finish that question,” Stiles faltered when Derek glared at him.

They stood together in silence, for a minute, until Jellybean made a questioning noise and reached forward to pat Stiles’ cheek.

“Ohhhh,” Stiles pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, which were burning “Jesus, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“It’s the right thing to do,” Derek said, roughly. Stiles groaned, but ended up nodding in agreement.

“I know.” He lowered his hands and took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Let’s do this thing.”

The fae appeared in a whirlwind of forest flowers and a breeze that smelled like Spring. It was all overly theatrical, in Stiles’ opinion.

Jellybean made an excited squealing noise as soon as she saw the fae and wriggled in Derek’s arms, reaching for them. Derek held her closer to his chest, unwilling to let go.

“Hi,” Stiles said, feeling too overwhelmed to say much else. The faery’s gaze was sharp and assessing; he was tall and intimidating and Stiles kind of wanted to run indoors and hide.

“I take it you are not pleased with your gift,” the fae said. His voice was raspy, like he smoked a pack a day or gargled stones for a living.

“With all due respect,” Derek said, “what did we do to warrant a gift?”

“I thought that would be obvious, Hale,” the faery looked down on him as if he were spectacularly stupid, “You and your pack have been protecting these lands for years now. My people and I owe you.”

“But...why a baby?” Stiles spoke up, and the faery whirled to face him. His wings twitched in agitation.

“Isn’t it obvious? We gave your mate what he wished for most. A family.”

Stiles exhaled on a soundless “oh.” Derek looked pained.

Jellybean whined and reached for the fae again, insistent.

“Is she yours?” Derek asked.

The fae’s jaw twitched irritably, “Well we can’t very well make a baby out of nothing.”

“You want her back,” it wasn’t a question.

The faery said nothing. The look in his eyes, however, said more than enough.

“You can--”

“We cannot just revoke your gift,” the fae said, clearly frustrated, “That’s not how it works.”

“Look, dude, this doesn’t feel right,” Stiles said, spreading his hands in a placating gesture, “We love Jellybean, and all, but- but she’s yours. So maybe just bring her to visit once a year, I don’t know, because that’ll be gift enough and--”

“No,” the fae interrupted. He sounded pained, now. “I wish, but...no.”

Stiles inhaled deeply, and chose his next words carefully.

“The only way I got you here was by offering you something, right?” Stiles said, “Well, here’s my offer.

“Take your daughter home. You won’t be revoking our ‘gift’, or whatever. Think of it, like...we looked after her for a little while. And, hey, we’ll be happy to babysit her whenever you want. And you can give us a gift when we need it,” Stiles shrugged, “Like a spell, or something. It’s always good to have a favour in the bank.”

The fae frowned, “But…”

“Dude, just accept the offer, okay.” Stiles said, on a sigh.

The fight seemed to leave the faery, all at once.

“You...you named her Jellybean?” he asked, smiling weakly.

“It’s a nickname,” Derek stated. He was staring at the ground, now, refusing to look at the fae. Jellybean was resting her cheek on his shoulder and cooing soft things, almost like she was trying to comfort him.

“Oh. That’s a cute...nickname.” The fae nodded and stepped forward, seeming hesitant, and reached for his baby girl. “May I…?”

Slowly, reluctantly, Derek handed Jellybean over.

Jellybean made a content sound and gripped the fae’s pointed ears. The fae smiled, murmured gentle things to her in a language Stiles and Derek didn’t understand. He kissed her on the nose, and she giggled.

The fae looked back to them, eyes shining, “Thank you. I cannot even begin to describe my gratitude-”

“No biggie,” Stiles waved a hand, but he had to blink rapidly to fight his own tears. “Just...promise you’ll bring her to visit, okay?”

“I will.” The fae nodded, “You have my word. Would you...like to say goodbye?”

“We would,” he cleared his throat in an attempt to keep his voice from betraying his emotions too much. The fae shifted Jellybean so that she was eye-level with the two of them.

“Bye, baby girl.” Stiles said, and leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll see you soon.”

She stared at him with wide eyes.

“Be good, okay?” Stiles stepped back. He nudged Derek a little closer to her.

Jellybean reached forward, pulled at Derek’s ear and babbled something at him that sounded like it could be serious. Derek gave her a watery smile and whispered,

“I’ll miss you too.”

The fae and Jellybean were gone before Stiles could even blink.

“That was fast,” he murmured. Derek said nothing. His cheeks were wet with tears.

Stiles slid his fingers between Derek’s and squeezed.

“I know,” he said, simply, because he did.

2 years later

Stiles weaved through the crowd until he spotted them. He practically tripped over his own feet in his excitement to reach them, and proudly brandished the scroll of paper when he did.

“I have a degree!” Stiles grinned, “I’m an adult.”

“I’m so proud of you, Stiles.” Derek said.

“So am I,” John agreed, “But they really like to drag these things out, huh? Thought I was gonna fall asleep at one point.”

“Totally. But, hey, it was worth it, right?”

“I really am so proud of you, son,” his dad beamed and pulled him into a hug.

“Pfft, college was nothing.” Stiles grinned at Derek over his dad’s shoulder, who rolled his eyes affectionately. The toddler in his arms threw a handful of glitter into the air.

“Congaduashuns S’iles!” She squealed. Derek spluttered as the glitter settled in his beard.

“We really need to work on your pronunciation, Lil’ Bean.” Stiles laughed, “How long were you holding onto that glitter?”

“Had in my hand, here,” Jellybean said, brandishing her sparkling hand towards Stiles for him to see, “Derbear, more glitter!” she demanded.

“God no, you’ve had enough glitter for today,” Derek shook some of the shimmering powder from his hair, as if to emphasize his point. John chuckled and let go of Stiles.

“Did you enjoy the graduation ceremony?” Stiles asked Jellybean, as he scooped her into his arms.

“Yes,” she said. She was giggling, though, so Stiles couldn’t be too sure.

“Hmm,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her playfully. She patted him on the cheek and left a glittery handprint behind. Derek grinned, “That’s a good look for you.”

“For you, too,” Stiles smirked at him. He leaned forward to give him a light kiss, “The glitter-beard is something I can get behind.”

“So, are we going to get out of here and celebrate?” John asked, “Or do you have to get Jellybean home?”

“Home?” Jellybean repeated, tilting her head, “Which one, S’iles?”

“We gotta get you back to your parents before sunset.” Stiles told her, “But, hey, before that- how about we get some curly fries? That sound good?”

She bounced in his arms and exclaimed, “We love curly fwies!”

“We sure do, buddy.” Stiles smiled, “What else do we love?”

“Derbear!” Jellybean said and waved her arm towards Derek, who smiled sheepishly.

“That’s right!” Stiles said, with a wink. Jellybean attempted a wink, too; it was quite possibly the cutest thing Stiles had seen all day.

“You know what today feels like?” he asked Derek, as they got into the Jeep together.

Derek shook his head, checking Jellybean’s carseat straps one last time, “What?”

“It feels like the actual start of our future together,” Stiles said, twisting in the driver’s seat to face his fiance. “And it feels good.”

Derek smiled to himself and nodded, made an agreeable humming noise.

“You wanna finally get married this year?” Stiles asked. The words left him in a whoosh of breath.

Derek gave him what could only be described as a dopey grin.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

((big thank you to @nogitsunelichen for helping me with this one. ily bro!))

[xheartsigh]

prelude

(noun)  an action or event serving as an introduction to something more important or  an introductory piece of music

sugakookie oneshot, music producer!yoongi and idol solo singer!jungkook who is a total fanboy because i live for flustered kookie and teasing yoongi

written for @yoonkookweek​‘s Day 5 -  Your fav Yoonkook AU

For someone who sold out the Gymnastics Arena (twice) even before he turned 20, lost counting his music show wins (after his first hit title song won 17 awards) and has an insanely growing fan base, Jeon Jungkook is embarrassingly nervous. His jumpiness is quite visible in the way he tenses when the elevator’s door opens and a few people burst in pressing him closer to the walls. Plus, he’s sweating so hard, drops of sweat appears on his forehead. Though, nobody could really blame him: it’s not like any other meeting with another producer. He’s going to meet his idol. Finally.

There are a few really important people without whom he couldn’t be here now: his parents and their constant support, his agency that provided his training, his staff that helps him produce good songs and make him stage-worthy at every live performance, his manager, Seokjin who constantly bears with his sometimes brattish behaviour and of course, his loyal fans. They are those whom he constantly thanks for in every winning speech. But he is grateful for more people: one of them is G-Dragon actually because he started singing because of him and the other one is Min Suga whose lyrics helped him keep going when he wanted to give up. And now, he’s going to meet him.

The mysterious producer who never revealed his face in public but has more than a hundred songs under his name, dozens of them became hits and won prestigious awards in the field of Korean music industry. Jungkook doesn’t know what to expect. He has been in business long enough to know that being musically talented doesn’t mean nice automatically so he doesn’t dare to get his hopes up high. Also, he’s not good at meeting with new people and it certainly doesn’t help that Seokjin saw an old acquaintance as soon as they stepped into the agency’s building and send him ahead to catch up quickly with this Namjoon guy in the meantime. The young singer wasn’t ready to face his new producer alone but tried to act like a mature adult and that’s how he ended up nervously biting his lower lip in the elevator’s corner.

People go in and out, some whisper about him being here and others stare. He feels relieved when the small space empties out but his happiness doesn't last too long because a pale hand stops the doors before closing and a grey figure steps into the elevator to invade his space. The new arrival is a few inches shorter than him, has messy black hair, thick framed glasses and a coffee cup in his hands. The smell of americano fills the air and awkward silence settles in. The only noise is Jungkook's feet tapping on the floor and it doesn't go unnoticed by the other guy.

“Nervous, huh?” he raises a brow, his voice raspy and flat.

“Uh… yeah, got a meeting,” the singer mutters, forcing himself to stay still and almost shies away when the shorter's eye bore into his.

“With?”

He gulps. “Min Suga PD-nim.”

For a moment, he panics and thinks he said something wrong because the guy in hoodie lets out a chuckle.

“Wow, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes,” he muses and takes a sip of his coffee. His composure, looking almost homey, is the opposite of Jungkook's rigid one. The younger feels like a child in front of an adult who clearly knows something he doesn't.

“That bad?” He tucks his hair under his beanie anxiously. He feels fear creeping under his skin as the other leans forward whispering:

“You can still run.”

The guy is teasing him shamelessly and up this close Jungkook can see the playful glint in his eyes that he would find attractive if he wasn't on the verge of throwing up.

“No way, I’m a fan of his work,” he protests a little offended. He won't give up now if he came this far. It may be a once in a life-time opportunity.

The agency's employee nods, slightly impressed and pats him on the shoulder.

“Good luck, kid,” he says and steps out of the elevator when it stops on the 6th floor. Jungkook is so immersed in getting a grasp of his words that he almost forgets that he has to leave, too. He stumbles out quickly and immediately feels lost in the empty corridor.  He should find the conference room but he has no idea where to go. Lucky him, somebody shoves up and recognizes him.

“Mr. Jeon, it’s so good to see you. Let me take you to the meeting room,” greets him the smiley guy, Hoseok according to the employee's card hanging around his neck. “Did you come without your manager?”

“Oh, no. He's downstairs with Namjoon-ssi.”

“Ah, yes, they go way back,” Hoseok hums with a wide smile and puts a hand on his back. “Nevermind. Let's go. We've been waiting for you. They will catch up to us eventually.”

The conference room is clean and pretty, awards hanging on the wall, a table full of papers and biscuits. There's a woman introducing herself as the PR advisor and it turns out that Hoseok is CEO Bang's representative but there's no sign of Min Suga.

“Sorry. I hope we didn't miss anything,” Seokjin appears at the door followed by Namjoon after a few minutes of Hoseok's enthusiastic questions about his latest North-American tour.

“No, hyung hasn't arrived yet,” the representative says politely but informally to the newcomers and the moment it leaves his mouth, the door opens again.  “Oh and speak of the devil, he shall appear...”

Jungkook is in the middle of drinking a glass of water to calm himself down and almost spits it out when he sees the familiar face. Of course, the guy in sweatpants and hoodie with a hair like he just woke up, has to notice his sudden outburst of involuntary reaction and he dares to smirk at the sight.

“Jungkook-ssi, are you all right?” The PR woman asks worriedly and the singer coughs.

“Yeah, fine,” he tries to get his act together and be cool, but no, he's rather devastated. There's a guy in the room who knows about his inner fanboy for Min Suga and he looks like he enjoys his leverage a little too much. Jungkook can only hope he won't be a total jackass and expose him to Suga if he ever turns up.

“Are you sure, JK? You look a little red,” Seokjin furrows his eyebrows but thank god, he doesn't have to answer because hoodie guy casually gets comfortable in one of the leather chairs, bringing thick coffee scent with him.

“Let's start!” he claps impatiently motioning them to sit down and Jungkook can't help but feel disappointed.

“Uhm, shouldn't we wait for the producer?” he asks, ears red, throat tight and everybody takes a good look at him.

“Oh right, you don't know...” Hoseok lets out a forced laugh and gestures with grandiose movements, pointing at one specific person. “Jungkook-ssi, let me introduce you Min Suga,”

Jungkook's gaze drops on the man sitting on the other side of the table and his throat goes dry. The guy from the elevator just smiles playfully and shrugs but his eyes are not sorry. Jungkook's jaw drops, mouth hanging agape with a silent oh as it registers in his mind: Suga, the genius composer of many of his favourite songs is a young man who just tricked him into thinking he's not who he is. What makes it worse is that he's also handsome, painfully so.

“Okay, moving on let's talk about the song…”

The meeting passes in a blur. Jungkook nods sometimes when Seokjin nudges his side but he's still in some kind of trance. It's mesmerizing how Suga talks about music, the way he forms the words, explains the lyrics, plays with melodies, just casually throws in ideas. Jungkook is in awe but before he could utter a word, any complement, the meeting reaches its end and everybody bids their goodbyes.

But he can’t let him leave just like this, he won’t. So he waits until the others are out (planning a dinner to get to know each other under not so formal circumstances) and he shuffles around the table a little too tong.

“Suga-ssi...” he blurts out lamely when the older steps closer to the door. The producer still, his eyes are on him in a blink.

“Call me Yoongi. Or hyung. Whatever. You can’t be that awkward if we’re going to work together,” he frowns and Jungkook suddenly doesn't know what to say now that he captured his role model’s undivided attention. He feels his neck heating up thinking about the familiarity those words imply.

“Uhm, I just wanted to thank you for not bringing up what I said in the elevator,” he mumbles shyly and even though he looks down he doesn't miss the way Yoongi’s lips twitch and his mouth transform into a mischievous grin.

“Jeon Jungkook, the nation's favourite idol gets anxious because of one single producer. It's cute,” he comments and chuckles at the redness painting the younger's cheeks. “And you're blushing, too.”

Get yourself together! The singer reminds himself because he knows it’s pitiful: getting so flustered in front of a merely stranger. Where did his pride and confidence go?

“I am not.” he objects at the mockery but it sounds more like an excuse. “I'm just… mad. You should have said something to me before I made a fool out of myself.”

Yoongi scoffs.

“It's not my fault you didn't recognize me.”

Well, partly it is because of his secretive personality but he doesn't argue with that. Instead, the next words are stumbling out of Jungkook’s mouth without his consent:

“I thought you would be older.”

In his mind, Min Suga was a middle aged man with a lot of experience behind his back, wise eyes that stare like they can see your soul and maybe a bald spot. He certainly didn't expect someone like Yoongi. He wasn't wrong about the eyes though.

“Yah, I’m still older than you, brat,” the producer hisses but sounds rather amused than anything. His eyes sparkle as if he finds the youngers sudden boldness endearing.

“I just imagined you differently,” the singer shrugs finally feeling a little at ease. It's not that hard to talk to Yoongi after all.

“You mean ugly?” he raises a brow, now, definitely teasing and at first, Jungkook flashes but hey, two can play this game, right?

“No! I… Well, I wondered why you never went to any award ceremonies...”

“Brat...” Yoongi shakes his head, the corners of his mouth still curling upwards. “Says you whose on and off-stage personalities are completely different.”

He only hums, it's a known fact. See Exhibit A: a confident almost-man with an angelic voice and devilish smirks, accidentally revealing his abs during a high-tempo dance and charms all the ladies. And now let's continue with Exhibit B: a boy so shy at first that he can't look you in the eye, but after some warming up he gifts you with the most adorable bunny smiles and giggles.

“Is it a bad thing?” he asks almost challenging. Right now, he feels comfortable enough around Yoongi to let his playful side show a little.

“No, just surprising,” the older muses and it’s Jungkooks time to scoff.

“Why? Did you expect some lovesick teenager who occasionally does sensual hip thrusts?”

Yoongi’s smile is cunning in every elegant curve of it.

“Maybe. Your fanservice is dangerous.”

“Did you do a research on me?” the younger is genuinely taken aback, surprised at the comment.

“I don't write songs for anyone,” Yoongi shrugs replying a little too fast as if he's already prepared with the explanation. The singer can't help but feel flattered even if it's true.

The moment stills and it’s drawn out as they don't do anything but stare at each other. It should be awkward or at least uncomfortable but pleasantly it isn't.

“Hey, I know you just found out you're soulmates or something but hurry up,” Hoseok comes back because they were away for probably too long but before they go Jungkook just wants to say one more thing, so he hurriedly adds:

“I'm looking forward working with you...” A pause. A sigh stuck in his throat. A warm smile urging him to go on. “hyung.”

And damn, Min Yoongi knows he's gone because that's just way too cute. Working together would be both a dream came true and a problem. A very quickly growing problem actually, he decides when Jungkook starts humming a familiar song on their way out. Not that he minds.

[btsburgh]

Chapter 13 (The Darkest Timeline)

Tawni’s brain was firing off responses. Anything immediately available in her brain was dragged to the forefront like it would help her situation.

SWOT Analysis. How long have I been asleep? When is class? Go get your beanie. It’s on your head. Bradford. Bean’s on the balcony. Jungkook.

Jungkook?

Jungkook.

There was a single fanzine that looked at Jungkook. Eye contact was made and she could feel the electricity. The coursing feeling of sudden understanding that JK_Love97 knew that she was holding hands with THE Golden Maknae. As the girl tilted her head, and Jungkook looked at Tawni, there was no longer anything beyond fight or flight in her synapses.

“We have to go.” Tawni whispered, tugging on their joined hands urgently.

“Uh, duh. That’s where I’m going silly.” Jungkook said, his like 8’4” ass a little bit stronger than Tawni so when he tugged, she went along with him and towards the door.

“No, really.” Tawni urged, “We need to-“

But it was too late. Through the window, she could see the one girl raising a hand to pat her friend and pointing at the glass. Her oily fingerprint indicating directly at Jungkook on the window.

“Fuck.” Tawni made a decision.

———

Jordan locked her phone, effectively ignoring the call from Kim Seokjin, but also saving herself from getting dragged into another 95’s and their mother brand escapade. Namjoon seemed really distraught anyways and was tugging on Jordan’s hand.

“What’s up?” Jordan asked.

He looked away, another notification from Animal Crossing Pocket Camp pinging: Somebody new has moved into the park. And what a shame that Namjoon was more interested in the dispatch page than anything. Rocco was a truly interesting little horse that he was just ignoring because his band was making headlines or whatever. Dumb.

“So …” Namjoon clenched his jaw, obviously displeased with Rocco. Or I guess BTS. How can you be displeased with Rocco? I’ll attach a photo here like look he’s so cute.

Rocco

Anyways moving on

“Taehyung has been spotted in Busan. And Lobi never checked into a hotel.”

Jordan wrinkled her stress line free forehead (stress free because she’s never once worried about a anything besides America’s Next Top Model) and spoke, “Why are either of those things problems?”

Namjoon looked at her like she was actually insane, “Taehyung was in Seoul like two hours ago and Hoseok isn’t supposed to be-“

All of a sudden there was a scream.

No, more than that. A sea of screams. A symphony, cacophony of screams that erupted out of nowhere. In mass, in number, so many that Jordan’s ears almost curled at how polyphonic the sound was. So many sounds it created a perfect harmony. A three part chord.

Then they grew louder, punctuated by the sounds of boots and shoes on pavement. And when they looked towards their certain doom, they saw an onslaught. A mass of women, just charging. And quickly. Towards them. Specifically.

“NAMJOOON!!!” The crowd screamed.

“Oh that’s probs not lit” Jordan said.

Before she knew it, Namjoon was yanking her away and they were running.

Jordan didn’t like Jordan.

———

Bria looked to Yoongi, “Yo, fam, your hands.”

He pulled his hands up, examining them closely, “I guess I do have hands.”

———

Now, it wasn’t like Kobi intended to make joining high stakes video game tournaments part of their lore, but at a certain part in your very secretive relationship with the most talented artist on the planet, you start to make dumb decisions. Maybe because their relationship being a secret is like a plot point? But also not because Kobi is perfect lmao who am I kidding.

Anyways, they HADN’T gone to fuck in a hotel. Joke’s on you. They decided to hang out and do South Korean stuff because Kate wanted to experience where Hoseok lived and all that dumb stuff. She’d been there before, but not like this.

And definitely not when they were high key gaining traction because they were like artist of they year or whatever.

So they went and did dumb stuff. Until the ended up agreeing to play in a Mario Kart tournament. They were both quite competitive and actually really good at Marip kart. Though, Kate had the upper edge because she was a fucking beast with Yoshi on the motorcylce, but Hoseok wouldn’t really own up to that one ever.

They played a few rounds, easily surpassing the newbies who thought simple drifting would get them to first place alone. How naive of their young souls. Then eventually they ended up a little further up. Nudging each other after every match because holy shit they were better than South Korea’s best. Which is insane. South Korea has got mad skills in the video game department.

But eventually it came down to the semi-finals.

And Hoseok sat down with the guy he was against and Kate sat down to play against the random chick she was against. And you knew for a fact that they were going to have to eventually play each other ofc, but we’ll Dave that for later.

———

The crowd was gone. Dissapted in a thorough stampede towards Namjoon. For which, Tawni felt only a slight pang of guilt. Firstly because she sent a hoarde of fully energized fansites against Jordan, but also because she made the decision sans Jungkook’s guidance. Not that she had time to seek it out or anything, or that the decision was bad itself, but Tawni was a pro at beating herself up over dumbass details so here she was.

They had pulled their hoods over their faces and escaped quickly into Seoul’s more forgiving city streets. In fact, there was a little drizzle right then. Just slight raindrops across the fabric of their hoods, and a dampness in the air that they breathed. It might have been spring break, but it was still pretty chilly, even a whole 24 hour flight away it was chilly. So Tawni could see her breath as she let Jungkook tug her through alleys and streets.

She knew he liked to take pictures and be some dumbass artistic bitch because he was good at literally everything for no reason, so he roamed the streets of this city on occasion with his own hood up and a fake name to give when he eventually stopped to order ice cream. But right now it was apparent that he knew these streets. He dragged her along until he saw a little late night noodle shop, and pulled her inside, snatching his phone as soon as he did.

“Kookie, I’m sorry about-“ Tawni started.

But he cut her off, “No, it was hilarious. Namjoon’s gonna kick my ass, but it’s so worth it.”

Well, at least she knew he was seriously because he lit up like a little bunny rabbit. Smiling with mischief because, yeah it was a little fucked, but also oa little fun. The thrill of getting caught. The thrill of sending a hoarse of random women after Namjoon.

Serves him right for getting mad when everybody suggested an acoustic version of Expensive Girl.

But after a couple of seconds on his phone, Tawni realized that not all was fun and games.

“Come on, we definitely shouldn’t stand around.” Tawni raged Jugnkook towards the noodle bar.

Luckily, Tawni was a master at Duolingo and Memrise, and had managed to fully finish out the food ordering portion of the apps which comes directly before the “how to speak to wise owls in Korean” but after “deciphering basic prophecies” and “colors” so she was well versed, but nowhere near fluent.

But noodle ordering - totally okay.

She ordered them two bowls in extremely broken Korean. The woman behind the counter looked to Jungkook on more than one occasion during Tawni’s epic struggle, but he seemed eight feet buried in his phone, so he was no help whatsoever.

But, after multiple interpretations of the woman thinking Tawni was ordering “gay bear noodles” instead of sesame bulgogi, they got their food and sat down.

“What’s the problem,” she asked very carefully.

Jungkook bit his lip, “So I guess Kobi aren’t at a hotel?”

“She’s really not tapping that right now? Damn.” Tawni took a bite of definitely not gay bear noodles.

“it’s hard to hook up in hotels for us. Everybody knows our face and we have to show it so they can identify us.” Jungkook explained, not even touching the noodles Tawni had walked through hell and high water to order. “But there’s also Taehyung … I guess he-“

Then they turned their heads to the sound of a sudden flashing.

———

Like Pascal, guiding his boat through a treacherous storm, they dove into safe shelter, Jordan taking Namjoon with her as they glided underneath an overpass.

They palstered themselves against cold stone walls and just took in long, labored breaths. They didn’t want to risk breathing too loudly and alerting anyone to their location. And a few seconds later, they heard the terrible sounds of clattering boots against cement.

But they grew louder, and louder, and louder. The screams of excited young Korean women filled their ears. Over took their senses until suddenly they were duller, quieter, and became distant. In a second, the hoard had passed, moving on to the green pastures of wherever it was they decided that may be. Not Namjoon certainly, since he was heaving against a brick wall next to Jordan.

“Yo that was intense. I saw my life flash before my eyes.” Namjoon exhaled.

Jordan nodded. “So since you leaned close to death have you changed your mind about that acoustic version of expensive girl?”

Namjoon glared, “I decided I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Understandable.” Jordan nodded, “have a nice day.”

But then her phone rang.

Jordan’s, not Namjoon’s.

Oh shit I guess the pronouns gave that away wtf. Anywys. Shit. Anyways. Jodan’s phone rings and she’s like

“Yo, what up, It’s J-Dumpster. Can I help?”

There’s low breathing on the other end of the line, breathing sh recognizes as Seokjin’s so she pulls the phone from her face and hits the speaker phone button like any middle aged soccer mom might do if her fully grown son had called her.

“Please.” Seokjin said softly. “Taehyung’s gone.”

Namjoon leaned in closer to the phone. “First of all, bitch, why didn’t you call me? Secondly, I’m sure Taehyung’ sfine. He’s probably getting ready to make chalk murals in Busan right now.”

Seokjin’s breathing became heavier, “I can’t talk. Just. He’s not safe. Send-“

The signal cut off.

Namjoon straightened himself out.

Jordan didn’t. “He’s joking, right?”

Namjoon looked steely. Like Jensen Ackles. Or Christian Bale as Batman, he looked steely cold.

“Seokjin doesn’t joke.”

———

Kate had finished her match in record time. As to be expected from the best Mario Kart player in the whole universe. She finished with no problems. Coasting through the course and even hitting those treacherous Canyon glider sections with precision and ease.

Even Hoseok finished as well. Not as well, obviously. He took one fall on Bowser’s Castle, but luckily the guy he was playing against was also a little bit clunky and ate it on one of those ghost brick things. When he won, everybody knew because he jumped into the air, popping and screaming and hollering like Hoseok does. And when he was finished, dashed back to the board to see …

“Wait, what?” Hoseok asked, turning in confusion.

He saw that Kate’s name had been advanced to the finals but not his. In fact, both his name and the guy he was playing against were marked out on the enormous inflatable velcro board they had put shit on. Why they didn’t use a white-board, I have no idea, but this is South Korea so they take their e-sports seriously.

“You’re disqualified,” A man said.

He appeared from shrouded darkness, a familiarity too him as he stood in the open light now. The overhead lighting cast shadows against his face and Hoseok squinted like … Maybe he’d seen him before. Some other time. Some other place. Some other … life.

“What?” He asked, “I didn’t … Wait, do I know you?”

“I am Byun Baekhyun. King of all gamers here in Korea.” He narrowed his eyes, “You may be a more famous idol than me in this realm, but you made the mistake of stepping foot in here. Where I have all the control.”

“What? You’re an idol?” Hoseok stepped forward, lowering his voice, “Listen, Don’t-don’t tell anybody who I am, okay? I can’t get caught out with a girl or else all 10 million girls following my twitter account will have me thrown into the ocean or something.”

Baekhyun didn’t respond for a moment, tugging the dark, thick cloak I just decided he was wearing tighter to his body. He seemed to contemplate the sentence for longer than necessary, the sounds of impatience ringing in his ears.

“Accept an unrightfully disqualification.” He whispered.

Hoseok stepped back, shifting the mask on this face as he looked around and pulling his ball cap further down. I was gonna give him a bucket hat to be In Character™ but like I decided since this is my universes, I can do whatever the fuck I want and I want no balenciaga’s or bucket hats in this universe. ACTUALLY LOVE YOURSELF HASNT COME OUT YET SO HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE THE MONEY FOR BALENCIAGAS SO ITS CANONICALLY CORRECT

Anyways

“No!” Hoseok stifled his voice, “I won fair and square. I can’t just let Kate take the title.”

“Wow, you’re a shitty boyfriend,” Baekhyun rolled his eyes, “But fine, I’ll just post on our Facebook page that you and her were here. Playing Mario Kart. Together.”

Hoseok bit his lip. “Okay, fine. I’m disqualified. Just don’t post any pictures.”

Baekhyun clapped his hands.

Just then, as if it was written that way, Kate bounded up to them. JK I don’t bound places. I dissolved into the air next to Hoseok like a badass.

“Whaddup”

“Congrats!” Hoseok shouted, “I uh … I got disqualified so you win.”

Kate turned to him with furrowed brows. “You got disqualified? For why?”

He tugged his collar, “I uh … I used cheat codes. I’m sorry.”

Kate didn’t really believe it but hey, “So yeah, I’m the best bitch at Mario kart then.”

“Well,” Baekhyun chuckled, “Not exactly. You would have to defeat the reigning champion for that.”

“Reigning Champion my ass,” Kate said, “I’ll whoop their ass, lemme at ‘em”

“A CHALLENGER!” Baekhyun exclaimed, flinging his arms open so his dark cloak spread wide like wings of blackened angel. He then slowly took his phone out of one of the folds. “Let me call him real quick tho.”

———

“Listen to this,” Yoongi held up a finger, looking very seriously.

“Fam, I’ve been listening.” Bria laughed.

“Good,” Yoongi paused for 35 seconds before slowly reaching over and pressing a key on his keyboard.

A single Eb note rang out followed by silence.

“Shit,” Bria exhaled, “That’s genius.”

———

Now you see, Tawni’s a photographer. She knows intimately how cameras work … or at least, she knows enough. Enough to get how white balance functions.

White balance is not, contrary to popular belief, the balance of power that keeps white folk as the oppressors because they were too pale to deal with the sun and had to creat their own toughness.

White balance is actually how a camera determines color and lighting. Meaning that if a dark tone is set as white because there’s very little white in the photo, it will balance the photo out color and lighting wise to fit. However, if there’s too much white and light tone is set, it will blow out the photo and make it basically a white blur of incomprehensibility.

It’s also important to note most people set their white balance on auto which does not handle sudden change well

Meaning that when Tawni yanked the table cloth up off the very nice table in the noodle shop they were eating, the fanzine’s cameras couldn’t adjust in time, and the photos instantly became … white blurs.

Which gave them just enough to -

“Run!”

“Again??” Jungkook looked surprised, “I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Listen, I love food too, but we have got to go, bitch.” Tawni stood up from the table, still shrouded by the falling cloth.

Cameras continued to flash as Jungkook looked longingly at his bowl on noodles.

“COME ON!” Tawni shouted.

Jungkook grabbed the noodles and they bolted.

It didn’t take long for the horde of fansites to lose them as well. Which was a bummer because they’d lost Jungkook and Namjoon in one day. Which is tough because Jungkook is very large and Namjoon is very slow so they aren’t usually easy to lose.

But Tawni and Jungkook had made themselves at home in a very, very tiny alley way. The space was just thin enough for both of them to slide into side by side, the cold, damp brick of soeul buildings holding them both upright. Jungkook was scoping noodles into his mouth by the truck fulls and Tawni’s not extremely athletic so she was catching her breath.

“Sorry,” Jungkook shoveled noodles in-between muffled words, “This is a shitty first date.”

“First date?” Tawni asked, “You mean us seeing Justin Bieber was like a pregame or?”

Jungkook laughed, swallowing the last of his noodles, “As long as you don’t hate Korea because of me, then it’s fine.”

“I could never hate Korea. You’re here.” Tawni, the dumbest person ever, said.

Jungkook lit up a little, lowering his bowl, “Okay, but you’re catching it at a really good time it’s not always like this.”

“What do you mean?” Tawni cocked her head, “What’s different about it right now?”

“You’re in it …” He smiled goofily.

And I won’t even pretend they were gonna lean in and kiss bc y’all bitches know that shit ain’t happening until at least he comes back to America.

But his phone did ring. And he picked it up, eyes widening as he got zero words in. The chatter on the end of the line was rapid and demanding until it burned out, just barely letting him speak.

“Now?” He got out.

“Now!” The other person yelled.

The call ended.

“So uh … your mom?” Tawni asked.

Jungkook looked wide-eyed and bewildered. “We have to get back to the dorms. Taehyung’s missing.”

Tawni rolled her eyes, “Are you for real? I’m sure he’s rescuing puppies in Gwangju right now. Can’t we stay out a little longer? Do they really need you?”

Jungkook looked unamused, “This is my career, Tawni. Seriously, let’s go.”

———

Namdan and Tawkie arrived at almost the same time to the dorms.

Namjoon slammed the elevator buttons, breaking through to the other side and sighing as he did so.

“Gonna have to put that on the list,” Jungkook said softly.

“Yeah,” Namjoon glared at him, “I’ll put it on the fucking list.”

He reached up as the elevator started and took a pen from a holder to write on a yellow pad of paper pasted to the inside fo the dorm elevators. He scribbled:

Sorry, broke three more buttons. Please take from my next paycheck - Joonie

Jordan raised her eyebrows, “That’s …”

“Don’t.” Namjoon held up a hand.

When they got to the dorms, they found it in disarray. It hadn’t been cleaned when Jimin and Seokjin got back. In fact, there was more damage if that was possible. Jimin was sitting on the couch, staring at his phone, but when they arrived, he immediately stood up.

“Hey!” Jimin scratched his neck, “Uh, nice of you to rendez-vous. Seokjin’s not feeling well so if you could-“

“I need to talk to him.” Namjoon stated, walking over towards his room, but Jimin leapt in front of him.

“You really don’t!” Jimin said, sweat on his brow.

“Move, Jimin.” Namjoon said softly, “Or we will move you.”

Jimin swallowed. “You can’t move m-“

Jungkook promptly lifted Jimin up off the ground and slung him over his shoulder. They five of them, four willingly, and one squirming on Jungkook’s shoulder which Tawni wished she was, but wasn’t, made their way to Yoongi and Jin’s room at the end of the hall.

“No!” Jimin shouted, “You don’t want to do this!”

They passed the studios which exist in the dorms in this universe because I realized there was a major plot hole and idk how to handle that so I just decide that it’s not the way it is lmao. Then walked up to the room where Namjoon looked to the others as he reached for the doorknob.

“Fine!” Jimin yelled, clenching his jaw and adopting a serious demeanor. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Namjoon opened the door.

And on the other side was Jin. Laying face up, covered in ramen.

“What the fuck.” Jordan said, pinching her nose.

Like we’re talking, fully cooked and seasoned packets of instant ramen, but like sixty of them, because only his head, hands and feet appeared out of places in the mound of stringy noodles. His face was gaunt, pale and worn in from stress and neglect. His eyes were hollow as they stared up at the ceiling and his mouth was just repeatedly mouthing I don’t give a shit I don’t give a fuck over and over, yet no noise came out.

“Oh boy,” Namjoon looked to the others, “Let me handle this.”

He walked past the threshold and the minute his foot hit the floor beyond the door Jin halted his chant. Namjoon took another tentative step inside and Jin slowly, in the way a body might rise from the dead, tilted his head up to look at Namjoon.

Jin spoke with a high accent, one entirely made up as well. “Oh! It’s my betrothed come back from war. Lydia, how I’ve missed your face.”

“Not … Lydia.” Namjoon said slowly, shaking his head and taking more careful steps across the room towards the pile of noodlejin.

Jin followed him intently with his eyes but remained motionless as he rounded to come squat by his side. “Oh Lydia, how are the valkyries fairing these days? I hope you haven’t fought too hard, my love.”

“Still not Lyida,” Namjoon sighed, falling into a cross-legged position next to Jin and letting out a sigh, “Or a valkyrie for that matter.”

Jin didn’t respond, mouthing nonsense for just a moment until his gathered something else in his jumbled brain. “Lydia, you’re frightening me.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. Alright, I’m Lydia. Yo, whaddup, Lydia in the house.”

Jin smiled, “Ah, Lydia. How I’ve missed your humor. Always the trickster you. However, I do have to admit that things have no been well in your absence. The Kingdom is in disarray.”

“How so?” Namjoon asked.

“We’ve lost a squire, Kim Taehyung. You may remember him. He was always a bit odd. But he’s been taken from us. I fear,” Jin looked back towards the ceiling with his hollow eyes, “For the worst.”

“The worst?” Namjoon asked, “What do you mean?”

Jin shook his head. Denying any further comment.

“Come on, Jin. Tell me.”

Jin looked to Namjoon, but kept his mouth shut, turning back to the ceiling. “It’s unspeakable.”

Namjoon let his head fall, staring down at his feet for a moment. This has only happened once before. When Hoseok got sick off of a dish Jin made, he wrapped himself in carefully deconstructed bento boxes and called himself Mr. Roboto for 36 hours until eventually Namjoon snapped him out of it.

“Jin. I need you back, buddy. I know you’re blaming yourself for whatever happened but you can’t make multiple personalities every time something goes wrong that you decide is your fault.”

Jin sighed, “Lydia … I fear I am too far gone.”

“Jin.” Namjoon looked him in the eyes. “They named somebody else World Wide Handsome.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then Jin snapped up, the mound of noodles slopping away and spilling into Namjoon’s lap as Jin sat up wearing a t-shirt and boxers. “Hold the fucking phone, bitch, what?”

Jungkook shook his head, “I don’t know how Namjoon does it.”

———

“Alright, so Taehyung’s been kidnapped.” Jin said, pointing a stick at 20 pieces of printer paper Jimin and Jungkook had taped to the wall and scribbled details of a plan on. “By some sort of high risk Korean gang. They left me a voicemail saying we can come with four bajillion won by ourselves tomorrow at noon to these coordinates.” He slapped the stick to a poorly drawn image the resembled Apple Maps and a pin where the coordinates led. “Or they’ll send a real ransom to bighit.”

“Oh,” Jimin leaned back on the couch, “That’s fine. Let the authorities handle it once they send a ransom, he’ll be fine.”

“There’s more.” Jin cleared his throat, “They’ll send his nudes to AllKPOP.”

“Shit,” Namjoon breathed, “We gotta make that drop tomorrow.”

“But we don’t have four bajillion dollars.” Jungkook noted, leaning up from the tiny armchair that he and Tawni had crammed themselves into. “And we don’t know where Kate, Hobi, Bria, or Yoongi are either.”

“Oh, well,” Jimin raised his hand, “Yoongi’s here actually.”

———

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Jin held three fingers to Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi concentrated on his fingers for a very, very long time before breaking down into laughter, “These are Jin’s hands, not Hoseok’s!”

Bria leaned forward and grabbed Jin’s hand. “You’re right! What the fuck, this buzzfeed quiz is so hard!”

“Next one!” Yoongi leaned back in his chair.

Jin nodded, “Yeah, they’re gone.”

“Gone with the wind,” Yoongi said softly, “A good novel.”

“I want to see the movie,” Bria said too, “Should we go?”

“Shit, right now?” Young looked at his bare wrist, “The movie theaters don’t open until noon here.”

“Oh, we have an hour or two,” Bria settled back in the couch to wait.

Jungkook looked between them, “It’s 10 PM, guys.”

Yoongi scrunched his eyebrows together before bringing his wrist back up and looking at it more closely, “You’re definitely wr-“

Namjoon burst out, “THERES NO WATCH ON YOUR WRIST YOONGI!!”

“Cool!!” Jin and Jungkook grabbed Namjoon and pulled him back and to the other side of the studio. They held him firmly as he thrashed, random and uncontrollable rage taking his body suddenly.

“Cool!” Jin yelled, “Stay cool!”

Namjoon took a slow deep breath. “You’re right man, we gotta figure this out.”

“Yeah, we found two. We just need one more couple and then we’re good. We can figure out how to retrieve Taehyung in the morning and-“ Just then Jungkook’s phone rang and he took the call, stepping away for a moment and plugging one ear.

“Actually,” Jimin said, “If we can find Hoseok and Kate then I think I have a plan for getting Taehyung back. But we need all hands on deck.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nodded even though he was on a phone call so nobody could hear him, “I’ll be there in ten.”

Everybody looked at him as he turned back to address the crowd, suddenly calm. “So … I know where Kate and Hoseok are. But I have to be the one that gets them.”

“I’ll go with.” Tawni said.

Namjoon agreed, “Good idea, if he’s dressed up and with a girl nobody will suspect it’s Jungkook.”

“Hey, I’m-“

Jimin interrupted Jungkook, “And we can stay here and prepare for getting Taehyung tomorrow. But we’re gonna need lots and lots of black clothing.”

“Shit,” Yoongi laughed from the couch, “That’s crazy. I have lots of black clothing.”

Jordan nodded, “Let’s get cooking.”