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thepenultimateword · 2 years ago

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Acts of Whimsy Part Two

Part One

Hero squashed the hills out of their mashed potatoes and spread them flat across the square compartment of their tray. “So, I have some news.”

“Hm?” Other Hero mumbled, shoveling peas and rice into their mouth. Training always made the two of them ravenous, but today, with Hero's stomach doing flips, it looked like it was one sided.

Hero dragged long lines in the potatoes with the flat of their fork, like seed beds tilled into a field. “I may…have gotten married over the weekend.”

"Pffft!" Food sprayed from the other hero's mouth, a stray pea bouncing of Hero's temple. They began coughing violently and didn't stop until they'd spat a couple grains of wet rice back onto their tray. “What? To who? I didn’t even know you were dating anyone!”

Hero gave the room a quick glance. A few heads had turned up at Other Hero's noise, but they slowly turned back to their own meals and conversations.

“I wasn’t…” they murmured, averting their eyes from Other Hero's searching ones.

Silence.

Hero waited patiently for Other Hero to ask more questions, but nothing came. They just stared, prickling the hair on the back of Hero's neck with their intensity. They weren't going to press. They expected Hero to continue on their own.

Hero squeezed their eyes shut. “It’s Villain."

“Villain?”

Hero's insides leapt and those same heads popped back up, more scrutinizing now.

“Shhh!" Hero fought the urge to look around at everyone again and held their hands in front of Other Hero imploringly. They still didn't regret their actions, but they weren't ready for all the other heroes to come down on them. They'd checked the policies this morning, and there didn't seem to be anything against marrying a villain, but they doubted the agency would see it as a good thing. "I’m not spreading it around yet. I’m just telling you.”

Other Hero bit their lip, flicking their eyes around the room a moment before dropping their voice a register. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you agree to marry someone like Villain? They're renowned for dishonesty and scheming. It’s probably a trap!”

“I asked them.”

“What?” Other Hero exploded again.

“Shhh!" Maybe they should have done this somewhere more private than the agency cafeteria, but they'd felt about ready to explode keeping it all to themself. "I really like them ok? I was tired of hiding it!”

“So you married them? You didn’t think about starting with something more reasonable, like inviting them to a movie?”

Hero cringed. "Don't you think I know how crazy this is?"

“I don't know. I really don't." Their voice was raising again, and they swallowed, making an obvious effort to lower it again, this time to a whisper. "Look, it's not that I don't want to be happy for you. It's just, I didn't even know you liked Villain, so you can see why I might be a little shocked."

Hero nodded. They'd always thought they were being too obvious about their feelings, but Villain had been surprised at their proposal too. Maybe it had only felt obvious because it had gnawed constantly at the back of their brain, affecting their concentration, intruding on their dreams, marring their judgment.

No, they really couldn't say they were unhappy with this outcome, even if it was, admittedly, a strange one.

“So what’s next?” Other Hero said. The crease in their brow and the back and forth grind of their canine on their bottom lip said they still weren't totally onboard with this, but they were a good enough friend to leave it alone for now. "Like...are you still going to fight them? Have you met their family? Have they met yours? Are you going to joint file your taxes?"

Once again, Hero felt like they'd been struck by crashing tidal wave. The pressure shoved them down against the floor and knocked the breath from their lungs. They hadn't thought of most of these questions either. It was like every time they felt settled, there was something else to knock them off kilter again. They forced a deep breath through their clenched lungs, ignoring the sting, and desperately searched for footing. It was tottering and unsteady, but they scrambled forward anyway, seizing on the few things they did know.

“Villain's quitting the criminal scene. I guess…they're moving in with me. Right. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me move them in?”

Other Hero hesitated. "When?"

"This evening? I'll order pizza. You can choose the toppings."

Other Hero considered that, but they still couldn't stop chewing their lip. A drizzle of blood rolled off their chin and on top of their baked chicken. Hero wanted to shake them out of it, but they weren't completely certain that the chewing wasn't the only thing keeping them from another outburst.

They were so selfish.

"I just thought...maybe if you met them in a normal setting, no fighting, no threats, that you might see them differently. Maybe you'd want to be friends with them."

Hero felt somewhat pathetic. Even if it weren't for the crack in their voice on 'friends', their desperation couldn't be more obvious if they tried. They wanted this relationship to be normal, to have friends who supported them and people who congratulated them. But that wasn't what they'd chosen with relationship, was it? They could have support or the person they loved, not both.

"Ok."

Hero blinked. "Ok?"

"I'll give them a chance," Other Hero sighed. "I'm not saying I'm happy about this whole thing, but your my friend, and my favorite crime fighting partner. Helping you move in your spouse is the least I can do."

It was Hero's turn to swallow down a shout. They leaned across the table and squeezed Other Hero's forearm. "Thank you."

"I still want to pick the pizza toppings though."

"Of course!" They fumbled their phone out of their pocket. "Let me just text Villain... We can head to my place together after patrol?"

Other Hero shrugged an agreement and tried to return casually to their food, but the rest of the hour was too quiet.

***

Other Hero flopped down on Hero's couch, face dirt-streaked, hair pasted sweaty to their forehead, and not even bothering to change out of their hero suit, despite Hero's offer of a change of clothes.

"So how much stuff do they have?" they said, stretching their arms behind them and tipping their head toward the ceiling. Luckily, they seemed to slowly be coming to terms with the marriage subject.

"Don't know. I know their apartment is bigger than mine, but I couldn't afford to pay rent on it, so..." They motioned to their own little hole in the wall.

"You couldn't have paid it together?"

"Well, like I said, Villain's quitting villainy. And they've never had a job, so I'm taking care of it."

Their pride only lasted a moment.

"You don't think that'll be a problem?"

"Why would it be?" Hero said.

"I don't know. Marriage. Finances. They tend to strain each other. Forget it. You know more about your situation than I do.”

Hero nearly replied that they were badly putting one foot in front of the other, but a rhythmic knock interrupted the thought.

Villain didn’t wait for someone to answer, the door, pushing in sideways with a duffle on their shoulder and arms full with a massive beanbag. “Hello!”

Just the sight of their tight leather jacket and silken ash hair tied over one shoulder made Hero’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey!” they rushed forward and took half the beanbags weight. It was white and fuzzy, and Hero was already looking forward to cuddling on it.

“Hi,” Villain greeted again, this time more personally. The beanbag’s width barely let them reach each other for a quick but affectionate kiss. As they pulled apart Villain’s eyes shone, and they nodded at the fluffy seat. “I think I can handle this for a few more steps. It’s look best in here, right?”

They waved to the living room with its dingy, yellowing sofa and threadbare rug.

“Yeah, definitely.” Hero tried to keep the embarrassment out of their voice.

Villain plopped the beanbag down in the middle of the room and fixed their eyes on Other Hero sitting directly in front of them.

“Oh.”

They took a step back, but Hero quickly wove their fingers together.

“You know, Other Hero, right, Villain? They’re here to help us with the move.”

“Congratulations,” Other Hero managed with a weak smile.

Villain stared for a long moment then split into a wide grin. “Thank you. I brought a friend to help too, so this shouldn’t take terribly long.” They quickly turned toward Hero. “I can start putting clothes away if you point me toward the bedroom.”

“Ah,” Hero pointed down the hall. “Straight down, last door on the right.”

“Thanks, lovie.” They snuck another kiss and were gone.

Was that shyness? Hero had never pegged Villain has a shy person. Especially with their love for the spotlight.

The door creaked again, and Henchman appeared holding a cardboard box full of vases. They stopped in front of Hero with a glare, reminding them somewhat of a fluffy headed bull.

"Um, hi," Hero said, forcing a smile.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I'm not buying this lovey-dovey bull crap. Villain is vulnerable, and if you hurt them--"

"Babe! Is it ok if I clear a couple drawers?”

"Uh, one second," Hero called back. "I'm coming."

They waited a moment for Henchman to finish their threat, but they only intensified their glare.

"I'll help you with those," Other Hero said, overly cheery, taking the box out of Henchman's hands and setting it on the table. “Is there a lot more that needs to be brought up?”

Henchman only scoffed in reply.

Other Hero and Hero blinked at each other, but Other Hero quickly smoothed over the pause with a bright, “Well, why I’ll help you with boxes for now, while Hero helps Villain with the clothes organizing.”

“Sure,” Henchman growled though they didn’t move. Their eyes followed Hero all the out of the room.

Hero found Villain sprawled out on their back on the bedroom floor, duffle bag unzipped beside them and revealing rows and rows of very meticulously folded clothing.

“So Henchman hates me,” Hero said, stepping playfully on Villain’s stomach.

Villain shrugged, not even opening their eyes.“They’ve always hated you.”

Hero gaped down at them, but couldn’t help the laugh already bursting past their lips. “Ouch. You were supposed to say ‘no they don’t.’”

Villain rolled out from under Hero’s foot and up into a sitting position. Slender fingers caught Hero’s wrists and dragged them down onto the carpet beside Villain. “It’s not personal. Henchman hates all heroes.”

“Should I be worried that I sent them off with Other Hero?”

“Nah. I told them to play nice. Besides, I told them there would be pizza, so they’ll at least hold back until then.”

“Any other hostile friends I should be worried about?”

“Mmm, no, I really just have the one.”

Hero wanted to ask if they meant one hostile friend or one friend in general, but they weren’t sure if they were close enough to ask something personal.

Ridiculous. They were married. They couldn’t get any closer than this.

Hero still didn’t ask.

Instead, they cleared their throat and pulled out a couple drawers. “Are these big enough? I’m sure I can squeeze this stuff somewhere else.”

“Perfect,” Villain said. “I have my own dresser I can move in anyway for the rest.”

“The rest?”

Villain stood up and began piling Hero’s roughly made bed with leather, silk, and cotton. Shirts, jackets, scarves, jeans, linen trousers, and a host of other clothing items spilled over the edges.

“Holy…how did you fit all that in there?”

“I’m an efficient organizer,” Villain said braggingly. “Don’t worry, it’ll all fit.”

Hero’s phone buzzed, a message from Other Hero crossing the screen.

Good luck, dude, there is SO much stuff.

Hero hid their initial frown with a too wide smile. Villain smiled awkwardly back.

This was going to be interesting.

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disneyanddisneyships · 3 years ago

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Alright. This song was practically written for jelsa I swear, so, I decided to write more fanfic.

If I had to break it down I'd say it's the way you love to dance

Elsa was in the bookstore one evening. It was her and Jack's hundredth anniversary since they had been dating. Elsa was happy she got to share so many days with him. It was the early 2000s. Since Elsa was the fifth spirit, along with her sister, she was able to live as long as Jack, as well as her sister. Elsa and Jack's anniversary was something the two looked forward to a lot. As a gift, elsa decided she would do some reading on Jack's own folklore. That's why she was at the bookstore. She was thinking she would find a book written on Jack Frost, cross out the negative, or untrue things about him, and write in her own words.

Elsa made it back to the North pole. Jack and north were out at the moment, dealing with something Bunnymund needed help with. Elsa began reading the book. In it were some facts about him. The book had called him sinister, and a mischief maker. And while the mischief part was true, he was nowhere near sinister. So, instead, elsa crossed it out and put "silly" instead. Another sentence depicted him as a villain. Elsa crossed it out and instead put, "loves to dance". His dancing was one of her favorite things about him. Especially considering he helped her to dance again after her father had passed when she was young.

Moving the furniture when my back is turned A flick of the lights and the world falls away

Elsa had gotten up and walked into their shared room, only to find all the furniture had been moved around. It wasn't chaotic, but now Elsa had no idea where any of her things were. From the hallway Elsa could hear North and Jack, back from Bunny's. Elsa panicked and slid the book under the bed. "Oh, hey Snowflake," Jack stated as he walked through the door. "Uh hey. What happened to the-" Elsa trailed off. "Oh. Well some of bunny's eggs came through the portal the other day and I had to move everything around to get them. That's why we were up there, we were returning them. But before we did, I thought I should probably organize it, so, now we have a new room style," Jack explained. Elsa smiled and giggled. "Okay but you have to give me a tour, cause now I dont know where everything is," she stated. Jack laughed and smiled, before moving to give her a hug, kissing her cheek.

The two started swaying back and fourth in silence. That's when the lights flickered and eventually shut off, but the two didnt move. They stayed like that and enjoyed their moment together until the backup lights came back on.

"What happened?" Jack asked as he and Elsa made their way to North, the two of them holding hands. "I'm not sure, the wind seems to be picking up, it may have knocked down the solar panel," North replied in his Russian accent. Elsa and Jack shrugged before heading back to their room.

And your office job, and your silver hair But our shapes in the dark are the reason I've stayed for all these years

When Jack wasn't bringing snow to people, which was every day when it was summer time, it was like he worked in an office job, and North was his boss. Jack would often give North ideas for toys that he heard the kids ask for or talk about. The morning of he and Elsa's anniversary, Elsa was walking around the workshop and she spotted Jack's silver hair from behind a counter, well, more specifically, under the counter. He was looking for something. "Uh, Jack?" Elsa asked, Jack sat up right away, bumping his head on the desk and turning around quickly, hiding something behind his back. "Oh! Hey Els! What uh, what brings you here today on this lovely morning?" He asked. He seemed jumpy. "Uh, just looking for you to make sure you have tonight off so we can go stargazing for our anniversary," she stated, Jack smiled awkwardly and nodded, "are you... up to something?" She asked raising an eyebrow. Jack laughed nervously. "Pffft! Me? Up to something?! No of course not!" "What's in your hands?" Elsa asked as she leaned to try to get a better look. "Nothing! Nothing at all! I'll see you tonight! Bye!" He exclaimed before taking off, giving her a small peck on the cheek. Elsa stood there confused for a moment before shrugging it off and walking outside to find Nokk to go visit Anna before tonight. Elsa didn't mind Jack's weird. For a time they had both made mischief together. Their shapes in the dark as they caused anarchy amongst their friends. Jack brought Elsa a sense of childhood. One that she didn't get when she was little because of her powers. Her love for him and what he helped her be was why she stayed all these years. That and she couldn't bare to leave him for more than a second.

I thought I was a genius But now I'm twenty two And it's starting to feel like all I know how to do is Put on a suit and take it away With my fistful of tunes that it's painful to play

Elsa had thought she was a genius her whole life. She was book smart, and knew every secret passageway in the castle she grew up in. When she turned twenty two that's when she realized that she still had a lot to learn.

Jack loved Elsa, more than he ever loved anything prior. Sometimes when he was around her, especially during parties, he felt like all he could do was wear a suit and stand next to the queen. Elsa was a master at negotiating, and connecting on a mature level with people. Jack however, was more of a street smart person. He knew how to handle himself in the world on his own. But sometimes it made him feel bad, especially when Elsa was so fond of something, and he didn't really understand what the fuss was about.

Elsa had taught Jack how to play piano, he was surprisingly good at it. While he played she'd sing. That was one of their favorite activities together.

Fingernail worlds, like favorite seashells They fill up my nights and then they float away

Jack had a plan for their anniversary. The two had lost exact count, but they knew it was around their hundredth.

Elsa had wanted to go stargazing, and Jack agreed. However he didn't tell her the other things he had planned. They were lots of small mini dates, before one big moment. The two hadn't married yet because of the lack of people that could see Jack, not to mention, the two had lots of ups and downs within their hundred years together.

First Jack would take Elsa to the beach and they'd watch the sunset, then throw seashells into the ocean, symbolizing their years together. There was around 100 seashells that he had gotten. Nokk helped him out.

Then, the two would watch the stars for an hour or two, sitting on the beach. Then, Jack would take Elsa flying, and they would go back to Norths workshop, where a piano was placed so they could renew that memory. Jack would play for a while, but then one of the yetis would take over and Jack would dance with elsa. After that, Jack would take Elsa to a quiet secluded area in the forest, and he would propose, finally, after 100 years. He was so incredibly scared.

I've got hundreds of gowns, I've got paintings in frames

Elsa was in their shared room, it was almost the time that Jack said he wanted her to be ready, and Elsa still hadn't picked out a dress. She didn't know if she wanted to go with one of her old Arendellian dresses, or something more modern. She finally opted for an icemade dress. It was an off the shoulder pencil dress. The icicles on it faded from white to a light blue, and its sleeves were the same, however they were poofy near the bottom and very lightweight. You could almost see through them. Elsa let her hair down, and did a half up half down style before putting on her snowflake necklace that Jack had made for her around Christmas, back when Arendelle was still a Kingdom. Elsa smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around. The picture of her and Jack on the windowsill made her smile. That's when she heard a knock on the door.

And a throat that fills with panic every festival day

Years ago, whenever there was a festival, or an outing Elsa needed to attend, her throat would fill with panic. Nowadays however, whenever she had to go out with Anna or Jack, she felt such an overwhelming sense of joy in her life.

Dutifully falling apart for the princess of Norway

Elsa opened the shared bedroom door, on the other side was Jack, dressed slightly formal, but still not enough to warrant unwanted stares. He caught one glimpse of her and he could have fallen apart right there, for the princess of Norway. "Should I tone it down a bit?" Elsa asked him. "What why?" "Well, you're not dressed too fancy," she replied. "You look amazing, although I'm gonna reccomend that you bring sandals for a small part in our date," he stated. Elsa smiled. "As you wish," she replied as she went to go get her blue sandals. They weren't very sparkly, but they were the same blue as her dress and they were comfortable. "Are you gonna be cold?" Jack asked. "The cold never bothered me anyway," she replied as she grabbed her small white handbag as the two made their way out of the workshop.

But you with your doll's lashes, your infinite T-shirts

Jack held out his hand for Elsa to take so the two could get to the beach destination a little faster. When they landed, elsa took off her sandals and the two walked along the shoreline, the sun was close to setting. As they walked Elsa looked at him. His eyelashes were long, how had she never really noticed that before? She got lost in thought, thinking about how when they get home she needs to do her laundry, and reteach Jack how to do his. It was like he had an infinite amount of the same color of white or dark blue t-shirts.

The two stopped walking and turned to face the setting sun. The couple sat down onto the sand and watched as the purples, yellows, and oranges got more pronounced and then died down as the sun dissapeared. The stars were finally out and the two layed down, the sides if their heads touching, their hands held in between them.

Two hours passed and the two finally got up from where they were laying, elsa wiped off the sand from her dress as best she could. Jack wiped the sand off of himself as well as the two started to walk again. Jack handed Elsa 50 shells and the two began throwing them back into the ocean, symbolizing the hundred years they had been together. When the shells were gone, Jack held out his hand to Elsa and she took it, before the two started to fly through the air, elsa was being carried bridal style. The couple made their way back to the workshop. Elsa made a move to go back to the room, but Jack pulled her to a halt.

I should've known when your favorite record Was the same as my father's, you'd take me down

Elsa gasped. Jack had taken her into the main room of the workshop, and right there in the middle of the room was elsas piano. The one she had in Arrendale before she had to leave. It looked almost exact. "Jack! How did you manage this?" She asked, astounded as she ran her hand over the keys of the instrument. "I found it at an old store and asked North to fix it up for you," Jack explained as he stood to the side. Elsa smiled and walked up to hug him. Jack sat at the piano and began to play a song that she had told him her father would play her when she was little. There were words to it as well, so naturally, elsa began singing. The songs was called "a red red rose", it was an old Irish folk song that elsas father learned from his grandfather, who was Irish as well.

Jack got up from the piano in the middle of the song as one of the yetis began playing the music. Jack took elsas hand in his as the two began to sway back and fourth to the piano. "This is so magical. Thank you for planning this for me," Elsa stated as she closed her eyes and rested her head onto Jack's shoulder as the two swayed. "Its not over yet, snowflake," he replied as the song finished.

I guess I'll always be this way Swallowed up by the words and halfway to space But there by the fire, you offered your hand And as I took it, I loved you, the boy with the plan

Jack and Elsa had flown into the former known Arendellian forest. Jack was trying so hard to come up with something to say, to start his proposal. His mind was halfway to space trying to figure out what to say.

Jack was having trouble before he saw a ledge with an opening, showing the moon. He offered his hand and Elsa took it. He ran with her to the area, being careful not to get too close to the edge.

You felled me clean as a pine The man with the axe And the light in his eyes

Elsa could smell the pine trees as the two stood there, looking out at the moon together. Jack had set down his staff, his hands became incredibly fidgety and he kept licking his lips. He was nervous. He turned to look at Elsa, she looked straight into his eyes. They were glowing in the moonlight. The bright blue of them almost blinding her. As she looked closer she could see the design of a snowflake inside of them. He was so beautiful, and perfect to her.

We've been through so many hard times I'm writing a love song For you, baby

Jack gulped, his mouth was dry and he felt incredibly vulnerable. "E-elsa," he stuttered "we have been through so many hard times with one another. We were separated for most of our relationship due to us breaking up. But then we got back together as if nothing had happened and I uh," Jack trailed off. He was panicking, he had rehearsed this so many times to himself and yet his nerves were getting the best of him. "Are you okay, love?" Elsa asked. "Yeah, yeah, I uh..." Jack trailed off again. He sighed, deciding to ditch the proposal he wrote. "Elsa, the small things we did today were all based on my favorite memories of us. We walked along the beach, that was our first date when we were younger. I snuck you out of your room and we went to walk along the beach in Arendelle," he started. "Oh I remember! Oh I loved that day! I think that was the first time I showed you my powers!" Elsa exclaimed, "you remembered that?" She asked. Jack nodded. "Of course I do," he stated, "the second thing we did was your idea, but it was also what we did for another one of our dates," "I remember that one as well! We were sitting on the roof of the castle after you had gotten back from bringing snow days to kids!" Elsa exclaimed again. Jack chuckled. "And the third thing we did was a combination of two memories," he stated as he took her hands. "You taught me how to play piano as you would sing the songs, and-" "And you taught me how to enjoy dancing again," Elsa finished. Jack smiled and nodded as he kissed elsas knuckles. "So then what is this part based on?" She asked. "Well, this part isn't necessarily based on anything," he replied. Elsa looked at him with confusion. Jack reached into his pocket and brought out a dark blue velvet box. "Elsa, I can't offer you riches, a throne, or money. But I can offer my heart. I've known since the first day I met you that you were someone special to me. You support me, you love me, and you trust me and thats all I ask for," "Jack, what-" elsas eyes were brimming with happy tears. "One hundred years isn't enough time for us to be together," Jack stated as he got down on one knee. "Elsa of Arendelle, would you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?" He asked as he opened the box. Elsa was smiling now, tears running down her face. "Yes," she muttered "Yes yes yes!" She shouted before kneeling down and pulling him in for a kiss. When the two pulled apart, Jack put the ring onto elsas finger. It wasn't extravagant or over the top. It was a simple ring with small blue diamonds embedded into it all around the band, and it fit Elsa perfectly.

When the two made it back to the workshop, everyone was there waiting, all the Guardians and Anna and Olaf. The small get together went on with everyone mingling. Elsa was able to pull Jack to the side to give him his anniversary present. He unwrapped it. "A book about me?" He asked. "Its the lore that was placed around you. But every single thing that was negative or wasn't true, I replaced with things I love about you." She explained. Jack smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. "I love you," "I love you, too,"

#jelsa #elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #rotg #jack frost #rise of the guardians #disney #queen elsa #jelsa fanfic #snowtp #royalfrost #elsa of arendelle #Spotify

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years ago

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NCT Dream reaction to you getting your wisdom teeth removed

Mark

babysitting the dreamies is part of his daily job so he thinks ‘how hard can it be to take care of you for a few hours pffft’

he’s never regretted underestimating you so bad in his entire life ◑.◑

you’re not just a nightmare

you’re THE ULTIMATE NIGHTMARE

he was so embarrassed when he had to gently drag you out of the dentist’s office while you were crying cuz

“mY TOOTH!! mark, i lost my tooth, what am i gonna do?!?! i should have put a leash on it, i knew it!!!! now it’s gone and it’s all my fault!!!!” (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

*ugly sobbing* *mark awkwardly patting your back while pulling you away from the scrutinizing glares of a few karens in the waiting room*

“mark. i didn’t even get to name it!!!”

poor bby cheetah mark is SO lost

“baby, hey, don’t cry! we’ll uh…. i’ll get you a new one!” ヾ(ﾟДﾟ;ヾ)

you look up with your glassy eyes and your right cheek chubbier than your left from the cotton lodged where your tooth used to be, your bottom lip trembling oh so cutely

and mark just…stops functioning for a moment because

‘HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO CUTE BUT SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS AT THE SAME TIME IT’S NOT FAIR !!??!?!?’

“ rweally? would you really do that for me, markie?” (◞‸◟；)

“ASFKSFRDACGCS YES LOML ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING JUST SAY THE WORD AND I’LL BRING THE MOON TO YOUR FEET YOU PRECIOUS LIL BABY” ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

and he still insists he’s not 120% whipped for you can you believe it

he ends up piggybacking you all the way back home because your giggles were just too cute for him to resist so he can’t even get tired with how happy he is to witness you so carefree and joyful

and his heart just melts when you leave a huuuge kith with the loudest *MWAH* ever on his cheek and you nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck that’s like the fatal combination of cute acts ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

in conclusion : this man just adores you with every bit of his heart :((((

Renjun

probably asked kun to pick you both up from the dentist

you’re just too much for him smh

you’re cute and all but renjun is a tired uncle

so you’re both in the backseat with kun as your driver and it’s silent

renjun just knows something is wrong there’s no way you’re so calm

but you’re just staring at him like ◎_◎

“uh..babe, you alright?”

silence and then *GASP*

renjun just knows he’s about to facepalm himself into another dimension when you grip his cheeks in both hands

“you’re a fAIRY!!!!!!!” (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

*sigh* *muffled words* “y/n let’s calm down and just-”

he doesn’t get another word out before you shove his face in your lap and literally raise his shirt up to the nape of his neck

damn beach you know what you want huh go off

“where are they???!!?!?! where are you hiding them you impostor??!!!?”

and then you start slapping his back

“ow ow OW, Y/N WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? STOP !!”

“YOUR WINGS!!! WHERE ARE YOUR FRICKIN’ WINGS ?!?!?” (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

renjun is this 👌 close to knocking you out for good with a karate chop

so he just pushes you off and straps you to your seat with a second safety belt as he huffs under his breath

“i can’t guarantee you’ll live to see next week” (⊙_◎)

kun watching in the rear mirror like （͡°͜ʖ͡°）

“you know what? i’d really eat some chicken wings right now!! jun, let’s go get chicken wings!!!” ⊂((・▽・))⊃

he’s surprised you even remember his name

but you eventually exhaust yourself and pass out in the backseat of the car so renjun and kun drag you to bed

and renjun just tucks you in like the soft loving boyfriend that he is

and he just stares at you fondly and smooches you all over your face cuz

“how tf can you be so cute, you lil overexcited evil? you’re like the cutest thing in the world and it just!!!not!!!fair!!!!!” (♡ ‸ ♡ )

so even though he complains about you a lot, he’d sell his kidney just to see his lil cute bub happy i’m so soft :((((

Lee Jeno

“let’s go to the playground!!”

“y/n, no, let’s go home and put some ice on that cheek”

“but baaaabe i wanna go one the swing” ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

“then we’ll have to ice both cheeks”

“what did ya say???!!?!”

so jeno’s headache only worsened once you both arrived home with no prior stop to the playground

and as much as he loves you he also wants to bang his head against a wall and end his suffering yay o((*^▽^*))o

“just stay still for a second please, i’m really trying to tie this thing properly around your head”

you’re just so restless and jeno is just so done

“does it hurt?”

“ywes, my heart hurts because my own boyfriend doesn’t love me!!!”

“y/n, we already had this conversation, now just-”

“i just wanted a swing!!!” *bursts into tears* *jeno sighs half of his soul out* ଽ (৺ੋ ௦ ৺ੋ )৴

so jeno sits down beside you and pulls you into his lap gently, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to soothe your sobs jeno best boyfriend no cap

“there there, baby, we can’t go out-” *sobs intensify* “BUT i promise i’ll get you a swing right here if you let me take care of you first”

you leech yourself onto jeno’s sleeve and wipe your tears on his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind the wet patch left on the material as he watches you with that soft look of his (´-ω-`)

so you let him patch you up after his reassurance and after he just pats your head affectionately and motions for you to stand up

and this man just flexes his arms and nudges you to latch on

that’s how jeno ends up with a squealing you as you swing back and forth with your fingers gripping his arm ╰(✧∇✧╰)

Lee Haechan

you want to pretty him up

because “since my left cheek looks like it’s stuffed with a tennis ball, i can’t carry the visuals in this relationship for a while, so i need to hand the responsibility over to you”

“who even said you’re the one carrying the visuals” ℃ↂ_ↂ

“oh honey you’re only now realizing?”

(╬☉д⊙)⊰⊹ฺ

he blames the anesthesia for your severe accusations

but the only way to shut you up is give in to your wishes

so that’s how he found himself seated down on the carpet of your home with your legs draped over his and your totally professional make up applied over his face

“i look like a clown”

“not even make up can cover your true identity, hyuck”

deep breaths, donghyuck, in and out, take it easy (◎ω◎*)

“any preferences for the nail polish color?”

“to match my soul”

“so hot pink” o(≧∇≦o)

*poker face* “you know i could obliviate you if i wanted to clown you”

*pout that hurts hyuck’s lil heart* “but you wouldn’t do that to your hurting baby, would you” *blinks rapidly with puppy eyes*

“you bet i would” (no he wouldn’t you’re just too cute and he loves you too much) *totally not whipped (♥ω♥*)*

painting his nails is the hugest struggle in your entire life

“WHY TF ARE THEY SO SHORT, ARE THEY TAKING AFTER YOU”

on second thought, mercy is no longer available for you

“hyuck, you should tape your fingers so you won’t bite your nails like a preschooler anymore”

��i’ll tape your mouth shut, that’s what i’ll tape” *_*

“hUH???!?!!?” (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

Na Jaemin

“okay jisung is an easy task compared to you right now”

even though this man is used to being the mom of the group

he’s still most likely in disbelief watching his otherwise angel flap around like a headless chicken

but you’re even cutter with your swollen cheek so he forgives you (︶▽︶)

“hey, jaem, did you know i’m closely related to snails??”

“entertain me” (∩_∩)

“they can sleep for years at once. that’s like my main talent.”

“it would be great for me if you’d put this talent of yours to work now”

jaemin ends up sprawled over the couch and watching dramas like a tired mom of 3 hyperactive children with you curled up at his side playing games on his phone

*hiccup*

jaemin’s brain before he even registered the sound : something’s wrong

“y/n baby?” (｡•́︿•̀｡)

*hiccup* *sniffle* *hiccup*

jaemin’s overprotective instincts kicked in ಠ╭╮ಠ

he knocks the phone out of the way and swings your legs over his lap to cradle you against his chest and hush you with the gentlest coos while rubbing your back up and down softly

“what happened, my love? does it hurt? tell nana what’s wrong and he’ll get rid in a second of what dared hurt his precious baby” just imagine this man this would be like the peak of my life 🥺

so in between your boyfriend’s comforting whispers and your harsh breaths of air you managed to let out a few words

“e-elephants, nana”

he already knows the biggest facepalm is coming his way -_-

“tHEy CAn’T jUmP, tHE poOR ELephANTs”

(ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻

he just sighs and continues rocking you in his arms until you doze off, slumped on his chest, your head cushioned by his shoulder

he softly shakes his head at you and lays a butterfly kiss on your forehead

“i would make elephants jump just for you, my cute big baby” ♡♡(￫ε￩*)

Zhong Chenle

he halfway panics at the way you act

you’re usually the one who takes care of him so your childish act that surfaced because of the anesthesia took him by surprise

“dude they brainwashed y/n” (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ

once you start babbling to him about the end of the rainbow and the elf that awaits there with a pot full of golden coins he knew you lost it

calls renjun

“hyung i’m sorry for saying you’re batshit crazy with your conspiracies, but aliens kidnapped y/n”

*muffled voices on the other side*

“NO, I’M NOT DRUNK!! they brainwashed y/n or even worse… returned a cheap copy of them”

renjun probably just tells him to put you to sleep and advises chenle to do the same with himself -_-

so chenle just approaches you very carefully, his voice barely above a whisper

“hey, babe, aren’t you tired?”

“actually no, how about a walk in the park???”

“idk y/n, it doesn’t seem like the best idea”

“PLEASE” 🥺

“THIS IS THE BEST IDEA OF THE YEAR BABY!!!11!!”

this man is royally whipped for you so he takes you to the nearest park and keeps a careful watch on you as you bend down to pet every dog that passes by ⊂((・▽・))⊃

while he would do anything for you, he’s very panicky about your safety so he has to hold your hand the entire time and you’re not allowed to leave his side for even a second overprotective boyfriend check

mid walk you take a break on a bench and you lean your head on cheble’s shoulder before muttering sleepily

“lele, i’m tired, imma take a nap”

“are you serious rn” (ಠ_ಠ)

but you’re already a goner and chenle is left fuming by himself

despite his annoyance he still adjusts you so he can piggyback you home and hums songs softly every time you stir (灬♥ω♥灬)

you’ll have to baby him an entire week to pay him back

Park Jisung

this boy is actually quite pleased

because for once he can take care of you and not the other way around without any complaints coming from you

so you both end up curled into each other under a blanket while watching the Frozen movies :((((((((

and for once he ends up watching you more than he watches the movie because you’re so cute reciting all of Olaf’s lines ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱

but the fun can only last for so long

and when your mouth starts feeling ‘funny’ jisung’s mind goes haywire

“sung, i’m gonna die”

panic panic PANIC (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ

“they poisoned you didn’t they??? i knew it!! i knew dentists are evil, how am i gonna explain i let crazy doctors perform dark magic on you???!!?!?” no offense to dentists y’all are life savers

so you have at least 2 ice packs and a bag of frozen peas clutched against your cheek and you swear you’re about to die from frostbite rather than the weird feeling coming from your teeth

and then jisung wraps you in a mountain of blankets cuz ‘we can’t have you catching a cold now too’ as if sweating your ass off is gonna fight off the numbing cold on your face ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but babie is confused a tad lot bit scared for both his and your life

and you’re kinda very dazed so comforting him isn’t really in your agenda

he probably worries within an inch of his life ヾ( ๑´д`๑)ﾂ

too afraid to let you fall asleep just in case

so every time you doz off sweet cutie jisung just kithes you (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

and you wake up just to kiss back your cute boyfriend

and he just chuckles and blows raspberries on your neck man jisung would be such a cute whipped boyfriend

but he ends up asleep next to you with his face buried in your hair and arms tightly wrapped around you cocooning you close to himself ah i’m getting soft again ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

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beclynn-herondale · 4 years ago

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Jace, Kit, and Mina shenanigans

Jace was visiting with Kit; Clary was spending time with her mother and Luke, as she always did when Jace went on his monthly visit to Kit. And they would tell each other all about their day when they went to bed together that night.

Jace would never have said it out loud but he wanted Kit to rely on him and need him, he wanted to be needed by him. He wanted Kit to trust him, but more than that he wanted Kit to know he really did care for him.

Tessa had also recently had her baby, Mina. She had said Jace should come by and meet her.

Tessa and Jem were good people, and Jace just hoped Kit wouldn't be like he was and push away from his found family, and hold them at a far distance. But he remembered people had to follow their own journey and learn things for themselves. He just wanted Kit to be happy. But Jace also knew, like him, Kit had some baggage and it made it difficult.

"Jace?" said Kit. They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea.

"Yeah. . .?" he said, realizing he hadn't been listening for the last few minutes.

"You didn't hear what I said, did you?" Kit sighed.

"I was zoning out thinking of interesting things," he teased.

"Probably not that interesting, considering it's you," Kit shot back playfully.

Jace grinned. This kid would be just fine, he thought.

"So," said Jace, "you're a big brother now."

"Yup. And I'll be great at it."

"There you go. There's the Herondale in you."

Kit stared at him with amusement, then said, "Tessa says you should hold Min Min."

"Min Min? Is that a another nickname of hers?" If so Jace had to admit it was very cute.

"Yes. She has many nicknames," said Kit. "Because she is adorable."

"Kids and babies usually are."

Kit looked up. "You like kids, don't you?"

"They're alright."

Kit looked at him suspiciously. "Uh, huh." He then asked. "Well, are you and your hot fiancée Clary gonna have any?"

Jace choked on his tea. "What—what?" He thought he was probably flushing, as Clary always made him do even when she wasn't around. And Kit calling Clary that should be weird but he wasn't wrong, Clary was hot and his fiancée.

"Just saying, I'd make an amazing babysitter," Kit winked. "And I could teach your children all about memes and the future stuff, as well as turn them into my side. along with Mina. of course. They would be the best generation yet."

"Pffft," Jace let out.

It's true Jace and Clary had talked about having kids, but it was never a definite serious talk. Though Jace did want kids. "Why are you asking me this?"

"No reason."

"Uh, huh," he said. That was their thing, 'Uh, huh.'

Jem walked in then, holding who Jace assumed was Mina. "Hello, Jace," said Jem. "How are you?" He was smiling the warm smile that he he always had these days; Jace had thought it was the kind of smile that made you want to open up and trust. Jem was that kind of person who radiated kindness and warmth and goodness.

"I'm doing just fine," he said. "What about you?"

"I am amazing," he exclaimed. "Silly melon, is so beautiful and precious." Another cute nickname, he thought. "Would you like to hold her?" Jem asked.

"I. . .uh. . .sure," Jace said, hearing the unsureness his own voice, not knowing why it was there. Jem placed Mina in his arms; he couldn't help but remember holding Max for the first time, remembering that for the first time he had been absolutely terrified. Babies had always seemed so small and fragile to him, and at that time he had no idea how they worked. Of course, after Max Jace figured out that as he had said, they were tough. Max was not so little anymore, and now was on about killing all the demins, Jace was a very proud uncle. He looked down at Mina, she looked like Jem, he thought, but he could see Tessa as well. "Hello, Mina," he said.

The baby opened her eyes, looking up at Jace with an expression of curiosity. well, he assumed that's what it was. "curious are we?"

"She is," Kit put in. It was such a sibling thing, he thought.

Jem was watching the three of them with fondness, and a little sadness. Jace wondered if he was thinking of his parabatai Will Herondale; Jem had told Jace about him, and couldn't imagine not having Alec or being alive without Alec. It had made Jace feel a deep kind of sympathy for Jem.

Jace repositioned Mina in his arms so he could look her in the eyes. "So," he said. "Are you going to prank and trick your big brother?"

Kit stuck his tongue out at Jace, and Jace rewarded Kit by sticking his own tongue out right back at him.

Mina giggled, Jace felt his heart skip a beat. He'd made her giggle. It reminded Jace of hearing Max giggle for the first time, it had instantly defeated Jace, in a sense. Blueberry had had a place in Jace's heart from the beginning, Jace couldn't help but want to protect him, it had been the same with Rafe, and even young Emma and her braveness. And Jace thought it would probably be the same with Kit and Mina; he had a soft spot for kids. He had also realized that he had cared for Max, his little brother, the same. But that was a place that Jace tried not to venture to, as it only broke his heart all over again. Jace remembered how Izzy had told him that Max died clutching the toy soldier he'd given him all those years ago, it had shaken Jace. Max's death would always leave a missing piece in their family.

"I take that giggle as a yes," he said.

Jem laughed softly.

"Or," Kit said, "we might prank you endlessly and be chaotic rascals that haunt you."

"Bring it on, Kittiroo," Jace said, using the nickname he had for Kit. Knowing it was longer than his actual nickname but he gave a nickname to kids he liked. And Kit liked it, but would never admit it, ever.

"Whatever, Jacey Jace," he said.

They laughed.

——————

[ Two years later ]

Mina was now two, which meant her and her big brother Kit were up to no good when they came to visit or Jace went to visit them.

They both enjoyed playing tricks on Jace. And to think he made them cookies and tea. And played piano for them.

Jace was walking down one of the Institute corridors, looking through the open doors along their walls, trying to see if he could find the little trouble makers.

He was peering through one of the empty rooms when something came up behind him and said "Boo!"

He turned around, pretended to be scared as he saw it was little Mina. "Oh, you got me," he said.

She laughed. "I always get you."

He smiled at her. "Where's Kit?"

She shrugged.

"Little loyal one, you are," he said. "But if you tell me where he is, I'll give you a cookie."

Mina seemed to be considering this. "Come," she said.

Mina led him to another empty room, where they found Kit.

"Traitor!" he said.

"It's not her fault—" Jace began.

"Not Mina. You," Kit pointed. "I know you bribed her with cookies. You know we can't resist cookies."

"What can I say," said Jace. "I'm a master at bribery."

"Uh, huh," Kit said with a kind of sassy sarcasm. Kit also said 'Uh, huh.' in a way to say he is amused but very doubtful

"Hey, man. I can't help it, cookies are good," said Mina.

"It's not your fault, Min Min," said Kit. "It's the bad man's fault."

Jace gasped in pretend hurt. "The very implicaction of that is hurtful."

"Good," Kit said.

And Jace went over to lift the boy up. "You forget I'm bigger and stronger than you."

"No!" exclaimed Kit, but he was laughing, and Jace always liked to hear him laugh out loud.

"Fight him off, Kit," said Mina.

They ended up wrestling on the floor with Mina cheering for Kit like the loyal sister she was. Them when they were both tired they burst into laughter.

——————

Kit, Jace, and Mina were sitting on a couch while Jem talked about reincarnation; 2 old Mina wore a serious face for her age.

"You see this is why I believe in it so strongly," said Jem, beaming.

"Yes, I see," said Jace.

"It is interesting," Kit said.

Mina nodded.

"Just think about it," Jem said, "you come back in a different form or something new after you die."

Jace wasn't sure he wanted to do this again, and by the look on Kit's face it appeared he felt the same.

"So is that why I'm so exhausted?" asked Kit, "because I've lived so many lives? And keep doing this shit again?"

It was a fair question to ask, Jace thought.

"Kit, no," said Jem. "And don't say that word in front of Min Min."

"Alec says something like that to me all the time," Jace put in. "Except it's usually 'Jace no!'"

"Yeh, well, you're both chaotic dum dums," said Mina.

They all looked at her.

"Wat?" she said.

Jem seemed to be wearing a look of amused agreement.

She was two and yet so smart, and had so many words at times.

"I prefer the term not afraid to take chances," said Jace.

"It's a Herondale thing," put in Kit.

Jace grinned at him. "There you go, bud."

Mina rolled her eyes, she also had a lot of sass for her age. Jem stared at them with a sort of affectionate exasperation.

——————

Jace was sitting beside Kit while he showed him memes and what they meant. Mina came to sit down beside them.

"Jace," she said.

"Yeah, Mina?"

"So you're like my great kind of nephew, right?"

"Great great great or something, yeah."

"So than I am like your great something aunt?"

"Yeah. . ." This would never not be weird.

"Does that mean I get to boss you around?"

Jace didn't know what to say to this.

Kit looked up from his screen. "Wait, does that mean technically I'm your adoptive great something uncle, now?"

"I. . ." Jace had to admit he didn't know what to say to any of this. "Are you two trying to confuse me?" he asked.

They both grinned mischievously.

Jace sighed.

"Hey, dear Nephew," Kit said. "Make me some cookies."

"Dear Nephew," Mina added. "Get us tea."

"You two think you're hilarious."

"Wrong," said Kit, "we know we're hilarious."

"Yeah well," Jace said, pulling them both into the hug, "I'd like to see you get free from my hug."

"No!" They both exclaimed, then tried to get free which turned into laughter from them all.

——————

Jace heard his phone buzz. He looked at it and saw that it was a message from Kit, he'd sent Jace a meme. Jace didn't always understand them, but apparently they were like jokes. He replied with laughing emojis.

He exited his messaging app and stared his phone background; it was a picture of Max, Rafe, Mina, and Kit in the art room with Clary, who was teaching them to paint. He smiled at it. It was odd to say, but they were his kids in a way and he felt this strong urge to protect them from the world that would try to shut out their light.

He remembered the first time Kit had seen he'd taken picture and used it as his phone background. Kit looked surprised, as if he couldn't think of why Jace would do that. Jace ruffled his hair and quoted one of his memes to him that day. Kit liked to communicate with memes, and so Jace tried his best. Kit had also called Jace a mom a few times, though he wasn't sure why.

His phone buzzed again. This time it was Emma, her message said, "We need to form the sword-blondes club *winking emoji*" Jace couldn't help but laugh, then replied, "The world would've be able to handle that."

He had so many kids and young people who were dear to him now. Sometimes he thought back to his old self, who didn't have much of anyone and who believed that love was weakness. But now, when he looked at these kids, he knew that was lie. Now, he knew he was strongest because of love. He barely remembered it, but thought about the time he first met Jem, he'd been Brother Zachariah then. He'd told him, 'We fight best when that which we love is on the line.' or something along those words. It made Jace smile, to think somehow all this connected, the universe was a strange thing.

He then looked down at the engagement ring on his left ring finger. At some point him and Clary would work toward building a family, and have kids of their own. It both excited and frightened Jace; he wanted to be a father, of course. But he didn't want to snap one day and see his father come out, he didn't want his children to ever have to see something like that. Clary told him he wouldn't be like that, and she was always right, usually. These kids in his life now though, he felt were proof that he could be a good father.

He opened his phone back up and texted Kit a meme.

He was rewarded with, "Well, I'll be damed. He's learning!"

Jace replied with, "Watch your language."

"You watch your own language, Mr. acts like my parent."

Jace laughed. Kids were so odd yet so precious, they were the future, he thought.

Tagging: especially @khaleesiofalicante because she is having Jace and Kit feels, and I think she'll appreciate this. @chibi-tsukiko @spotsandclawsthings @megs-readstoomuch @magnus-the-maqnificent @replayfootsteps @my-archerboy @jazzkaurtheglorious @simply-ellas-stuff @bookfast-at-tiffanys

#jace herondale #jace lightwood herondale #kit herondale #mina carstairs #jem carstairs #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #tda #twp #tsc fanfiction #tmi fanfics #gotsm #bec's fanfics #clace #clary fairchild

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Title: daddy’s first day [coward series au] Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: fluff, parents au, slice of life au Synopsis: In which Miya Atsumu takes charge of taking care of the kids for a day Warnings: none!

notes; you don’t need to read coward tbh to read this chapter, its just miya atsumu navigating his life as a daddy hshsshs [side stories are updated every friday] read the series here! [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

“...Remember that Youta is allergic to shrimps and Yuuto’s got sensitive skin, I have all the medication in case anything happens and Yuuto has his soap in the bathroom in a separate container, just make sure that the water isn’t too cold nor too hot and remind him to wear sunscreen every two hours.” You explain, placing the last of your valuables in your bag “...I’m also on speed dial and you also have the number of their pediatricians on your number 2 speed dial, I also have the food in the tupperware prepared the night before-”

“Y/N, sweetheart, please calm down. I’m not going to kill our kids when you’re gone for the next nine hours.” he frowns at how distrusting you were towards him. okay, he admitted that he may have hated the boys at first but that was before. They were your kids now, that was totally different! They weren’t some random brats on the street! You should have a little faith in him!

“Atsumu, you almost burned down the house while making scrambled eggs.” You expressed, a glint of amusement on your eyes, “Would you like me to call ‘samu-san or Daiki-san?”

He scoffed at the mention of those two men, after ‘samu found out that he was actually an Uncle of those kids, he suddenly had a one hundred sixty degree change of attitude. Of course, Atsumu was happy that you guys got along and the kids seemed to start warming up to him but it seemed like you trusted ‘samu more these days and that daiki too.

“Alright, just help them with their homework and heat up the food okay? I have everything prepared.” You leaned in to give him a quick peck on the temple before leaving. He watches you leave the house in a hurry for work with a frown on his lips.

Married life with you was easy, you were like a superwoman. A great mom, a great co-worker, even a greater wife. How come he couldn’t be as half as good as you? Like be a cool dad to your kids or something? He couldn’t even cook the damn eggs well and there you were, making some Michelin star cuisine while making your kids happy and content and your work life thriving.

“Oh,” Yuuto’s brow is scrunched together as he exits his shared room with his brother, see, that’s what he gets from the kids, awkwardness and insults (mostly insults,really), “You know ever since you came back, ‘kaasan’s always been busy and hasn’t been spending time with us.”

“Yeah.” Youta yawns, scratching his eyes as he exits the room, “You even make bad food, I think you should just keep playin’ volleyball or something.”

Atsumu feels a tick on his forehead, they were definitely his sons that’s for sure.

“I’m trying here.”

Yuuto stifles as chuckle at his father’s reply, wanting to comfort him, he told him a little fact that their ojisan told him recently, “Sure you are, you’re doing a lot better than okaasan, Daiki-ojisan said okaasan didn’t know how to hold us until we were three or four.” the eight year old grinned.

Atsumu grabs a tupperware from the fridge that’s labelled ‘breakfast’ and proceeds to heat it up on the microwave, “I’m sure that’s a lie. Your okaasan seems to do very well now, it’s hard to imagine her messing up.”

He watches them eat their egg rolls and bacon, time flies quick these days. The boys were already eight years old and were getting more and more into volleyball. Youta exclaimed he wanted to be a pro like him while Yuuto wanted to be like you (although he still played volleyball a lot because he had the competitive streak thanks to his father)

“Can we invite Tobio-ojisan on our birthday?” Yuuto asks while Atsumu rolls his eyes, he can’t believe that this kid still idolized that idiot. He beated him thrice already! (okay, Tobio had beated him five times including high school nationals but still)

“Oh also, Shoyou-ojisan then we can play against them!” Youta grins, mouth stuffed with egg rolls. Atsumu grimaces at him then grabs a napkin to wipe off the rice on the side of his lip, “How are you guys not impressed by me?” their father grumbles.

“You’re our otosan.” Yuuto deadpanned.

“Yeah, we see you everyday.” Youta added.

After helping the kids out in the bath (especially Yuuto since apparently he needed a temp check for the water), he had them do their projects and assignments (you had a long list on what they should accomplish today and one of them was a science planetary object)

The thing is though, he wasn’t very good at that.

He ended up having ‘samu on speaker to help the kids as they choked on their laughter because their otosan still thought that Pluto was a planet.

It also didn’t help when their math assignments came up, oh boy, Youta had a problem with one number and when he tried to explain to Atsumu that there was a new way to solve that and that their sensei had told them to solve it that way, he got pissed, “I don’t know that way! Why would they change math? MATH IS MATH!” He screeches at the notebook as if it had done something wrong to him.

Safe to say, Yuuto had a field day as he watched his otosan frustratingly solve the math problem whilst muttering something about how math was complicated and they didn’t need to change up the equations. Youta, on the other hand, had to calm him down and tell him they could just use the old way to solve the problem.

“...I want pizza.”

“Your mom left us dinner.”

“It says here on the note that you have to bake it in the oven.” Yuuto reads out loud, “ ‘Samu-ojisan says that you shouldn’t touch an oven though.”

Atsumu feels like he’s aging quick because of these two kids, how is it that they were such angels to you but little devils towards him? “...when they’re angels, they’re Y/N’s kids but when they become devils, they’re yours.” ‘Samu jokes.

Ah, he felt his forehead tick on that statement. He had some pretty redeeming qualities that he passed on to his kids like his looks and skills in volleyball!

“Otosan, I don’t think you should put the tupperware in the oven.”

“I know what I’m doing here.”

Clearly, he didn’t. He ended up melting the plastic tupperware and having to call for takeout right after. The three of them looked at the melted tupperware and the food spillage in the oven, “Okaasan really likes those tupperwares.” Youta points out.

“I’ll buy her ten new ones.” Atsumu grimaced at the food in the oven, he should clean that and get rid of all the evidence when you come home in an hour. In fact, he should just buy a new oven because he thinks the smell is permanent there, “Wanna watch a movie before you go to bed? I promise I’ll cover for you.”

“You just don’t want us to tell okaasan that you melted her tupperware.” Yuuto pointed out.

“Pffft…” Atsumu laughs, pretending to shake it off, “I would not.”

“Extra scoop of ice cream on Sunday.”

“Yeah!” Youta echoes.

Atsumu narrows his eyes, “Deal.”

They ended up sprawling on the couch after putting on their pajamas. The kids sip their milk next to him, after seeing Kageyama drinking loads of it, the boys decided that if a big boy like Kageyama Tobio could drink milk, they could to (Osamu crackles because they didn’t seem to listen to Atsumu lecturing them about the benefits of milk) Halfway through the movie, the kids fell asleep and the blonde feels his eyes shut soon after too.

You come in quietly as you notice the quiet chatter of the TV and the figures of your three boys on the couch, all snuggled together. Your heart immediately softens as soon as you see the domestic scene in front of you. Something you probably never could imagine before, your boys. You take a picture before waking your husband up with a light kiss on the jaw, “You look like you had a fun day.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

“I hate math assignments.” was all he could reply.

You silently chuckled as you picked up Youta, “I’ll put the kids to bed, mind running me a bath?”

“Can I join in?” Atsumu suddenly awakened as soon as he heard what you said, a smirk dancing on his lips, “Save water and all that?”

“Are you really going with me in the tub?” You narrowed your eyes, “Last time we did that together, we ended up having two kids.”

“What’s another two more?”

“Miya Atsumu.”

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dabisburntsack · 5 years ago

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False Alarm

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing(s): Shigaraki Tomura x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff !

Synopsis: When your long time gaming partner brings up the topic of May Day you can’t help but romanticise the olden holiday with your ever growing crush on him.

Wordcount: 1784

This is apart of a sfw flower collab done with the bnharem discord server! I loved the prompt for this collab and can’t wait to see how everyones fics turned out!! Special thanks to @pluviophile-imagines for helping my ass through this as I had a mental breakdown٩( ᐛ )و

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⇾ signifies texting

May Day was a traditional holiday, one you wouldn’t have really heard of had your long time online gaming partner not brought it up in discussion as you fought against him to bring down the zombies on your screen.

“Yeah you pretty much leave a basket full of flowers with different meanings to them hanging on a loved ones door”

“I would have never pegged you for the romantic type” You replied amused.

“I’m- well, I’m... I would never do it-”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Pffft no, of course not”

“Shame, I think it's really romantic!”

The line went quiet, the only audible sound being the cock of guns and explosions going off in the game. You readjusted your mic wondering if he’d cut off when his voice came again; though quieter than the usual responses you would get.

“You think?”

“Yeah! Come onnn, tell me that isn’t the cutest thing ever”

The line paused again for the briefest moment, but when he finally continued speaking the conversation switched back to gameplay as if the short discussion about May Day had never occured. You shrugged and went back to chatting aimlessly about zombies yourself, though a small part of you may have wanted to carry on with the romance talk.

You had known the player ‘Decay_God’ for going on 3 years now and were as close as online friends could be. From what you’d gathered over the years, Tenko worked at a bar and had a shit ton of roommates. Though he constantly went on about how annoying they were, you could tell he cared deeply for them. He was passionate about what he did, whether it be his job (you didn’t know what exactly it was, just that his mood in your games would be whether or not he had received good news from his end) or his game play.

In the beginning, you didn’t really like him or his attitude; both being highly ranked in the gaming community you would constantly butt heads and his childish behaviour of when you would steal a victory off him annoyed you to no end. But as it went on, his temper tantrums died down and once you got to know him, you found his quips and wit to be quite entertaining. Now two years later, you would look forward to getting home from a stressful day at work to endlessly chatter about whatever topic was of the day.

You couldn’t lie, you had garnered a bit of a crush on him.

You didn’t even know what this man looked like. He could be a catfish! An old perverted dude! Hell he could even be a criminal and you’d be none the wiser! Although, if you were being honest with yourself… you couldn’t help but make the obvious connection to a certain infamous villain. One that happened to have pale blue hair and a decaying quirk. Even in personality they seemed interchangeable, from what you had seen on the news he was also akin to throwing childish temper tantrums and scratching at his neck when frustrated (a habit you regularly scolded Tenko for when you heard the telltale sound nails scraping along side the column of his neck.)

Whenever you did think about it though you stopped yourself, come on as if you would be gaming with Shig- no, you weren’t even going to say his name. So they had a few similarities, this was a whole villain compared to your sweet gaming partner. Dumb conspiracy theories aside, you couldn’t help the small flutter of your heart when he would say your name in a teasing manner or when he praised you for a particularly hard kill.

As you logged off for the night you laid your head against the wall your bed was propped next to and stared at the blank ceiling, your mind drifting back to the May Day conversation. A blushing Tenko came to your mind, his face obscured by a large hood, nervously rubbing at the back of his head before handing you a large bouquet of flowers. Your cheeks flushed and you slapped at them to stop yourself from heating up, vanishing the mental image mid thought.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t as much of a small crush as you wanted it to be.

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After having a three day break, getting ready for work so early in the morning proved more effort than it should have been. Still trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes, you dragged your dazed body to your front door. You checked yourself for your belongings as you unlocked it, but as you took your first step out your foot landed in...ash?

You lifted your shoe to inspect the little decaying bits stuck to it, looking down you realised there was a pile of decayed dust on your doorstep.

You paled.

Instantly you were on high alert, tearing your foot from the contaminated shoe and snapping a picture of the evidence. You placed the shoe in a bag for further examination and bolted your door before texting your boss, the number four hero: Edgeshot.

Having the job of a personal assistant to such a high ranked hero meant you were used to lives being threatened. So far it had never happened to you and although this was small you could never be too sure. With the inside information you had, Edgeshot had always told you to be aware that someone may pull something sooner or later. It wasn’t completely out of the blue.

After seeing your message to your boss had been delivered, you reached out for the metal baseball bat you kept in the storage cupboard under the stairs, your quirk not really suited for defence purposes as it was made for technological aspects.

Checking every nook and cranny of your small apartment you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and flopped back onto the sofa. Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair before going through your phone, checking the news, any odd sightings, anything you should possibly be alert for.

However crime rates seemed to be low and the only recent stories were from three days ago. Still not having received a text back from Edgeshot, you automatically switched to your messages with Tenko to type out the events of your morning.

I think I just got threatened lol

Instant response.

WHAT?!

If you don’t hear from me in 24 hours call the police :DD

Y/N

Ok okaY, damn you’re such a buzzkill

There was a pile of ash on my doorstep this morning, with my work you know I can never be too careful

I’m fine though, I already told my boss

You waited as three dots appeared signifying he was typing but after a while they stopped. You furrowed your brows as they started up and stopped multiple times. After a full five minutes (during which time you grew bored and changed apps) a ping popped up.

With how long he had taken to type you were expecting a lengthy paragraph, what you weren’t expecting was a simple:

Oh? That’s all?

Yeah

You placed down your phone before another ping sounded out.

Are you sure they weren’t flowers

How the hell did you come to that conclusion

The typing ceased once more and you were left to your thoughts. What the hell did he mean by that? How did he come up with flowers out of all things like-

May Day?

You leapt from your seat, stumbling to look at the calendar attached to your kitchen wall, scanning the dates crossed off before turning the page and realising it was indeed the first of May. It surely couldn’t be a coincidence Tenko had brought up the holiday just yesterday. So he’d brought you flowers, because you said it was romantic… and he’d… dusted them. Dusted them, with his quirk, because he was…

Tenko could not be Shigaraki Tomura.

You did not have a crush on Shigaraki fucking Tomura.

Luckily at that moment the chime of your phone's ringtone going off distracted you. Looking at the caller ID you breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was Edgeshot. You could finally get to the bottom of this instead of drawing up ridiculous conclusions.

Edgeshot’s calm voice came through the other end of the line, stern but familiar. It seemed you’d been right to take the situation seriously, or so he assured you. But even as he talked to you, asking if you’d seen anything or if there was any other evidence of someone watching you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it hadn’t meant anything at all.

Of course, if your gut instinct was right and you’d been gaming (and falling for) Shigaraki Tomura for three whole years and he’d been trying to romance you then that was. Definitely something. You just weren’t entirely sure what that something was.

You’d been talking to Edgeshot for nearly two hours when a knock sounded on your front door. Had he come by? What was the point of ringing, then? And wouldn’t he have told you?

You made your way over to the door and opened it expecting the sight of your boss, but instead you were met with a large bouquet of flowers perched on your doorstep. You looked up just in time to see a mess of unruly blue hair tucked into a black hoodie turning rapidly round the corner.

“False alarm,” you said quickly, ending the call on pure impulse and making a dash after the stranger.

You weren’t entirely sure what the plan was. It seemed more and more likely that you were right with each new development. What were you going to do if your gamer buddy really was an S-rank villain? Would you still be interested? Would he? He’d gone through the trouble of getting you flowers not just once but twice, and honestly… the idea that he’d been so nervous the first time was kind of endearing.

That was a cute image, him standing at your door, so worried that he didn’t even notice he’d dusted the flowers in his hand as he set them down, probably running away quickly so you wouldn’t see him.

You reached out to grab the sleeve of your fleeing visitor and as they whirled round your suspicion after all this time was proven correct. You were speaking the moment his eyes met yours, all hesitation suddenly gone.

“You can’t just leave me flowers and run off like that, what if I thought it was another threat?”

Shigaraki’s scarlet eyes widened as they met your own.

“Hey Tenko” you grinned.

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samwrights · 5 years ago

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Team Karasuno as dads [hc]

For a married woman that doesn’t want kids, I sure do fantasize about my boys being dads a lot.

Asahi;

He definitely cried when he found out you were pregnant.

When your daughter was born, he couldn’t even be in the room because he was so overwhelmed with you being in pain and the fact he was about to bE A DAD

He doesn’t even remember how you started dating because he was so blown away by your beauty or so he claims but the fact that y’all were married?? And having a kid?? When did he get so bold??

Eventually he got over it cause he felt bad that he wasn’t in the room holding your hand while you literally pushed a whole ass human out ya cooch.

He fainted

The first time he held his daughter was the first time he had felt complete, more complete than when he rejoined the volleyball team in his third year. It felt amazingly right. He tries to deny the fact and say your wedding was just as wholesome but you can tell. Fatherhood is something entirely different for him

“She takes after momma’s beauty.” A simp through and through.

Asahi is a parental HOG. Which is kinda nice cause he loves doting on your child but also HI I AM MOM AND WOULD LIKE TO HOLD MY BABY???

He tells YOU how to hold her and feed her and little ticks about her personality like you aren’t on maternity leave and are with the baby ALL DAY (although he is REALLY pushing for you to just be a stay-at-home mom)

Because he is soooo doting, it’s very rare that you wake in the middle of the night to feed or change her—Asahi is ALL over it. But he is human and there are days he’s too tired to wake up from dead sleep. It’s ok, he’s your human. Daddy deserves rest too.

Asahi would totally be a co-sleeper, or at least nap with the baby as much as he possibly could.

Definitely bought her multiple onesies that say “daddy’s little princess”.

She gonna be a spoiled brat when she’s older 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Daichi Dadchi;

I mean he’s a literal running joke in the fandom

After being elected as the unofficial dad of the VBC in his high school days, it was no wonder that he was such a natural with your three munchkins.

Having three slightly older boys of varying ages, you relied heavily on Daichi to get through to them when you couldn’t.

He’s definitely the strict parent; your sons all try to take advantage of you 💀 demons

Your boys saw you as a pushover most of the time because you were just so tired.

“Just keep trying for a girl, they said. There’s a 50/50 chance, they said.” Was something Daichi would find you chanting to yourself often while you cooked dinner and the boys were playing soccer in the house and breaking something.

Even though Daichi is strict, he really tries to emphasize to the boys to treat you with kindness to make it a bit easier on you.

“Guys, please don’t make your mother rip her hair out.”

“We’re just playin’!” They would sing in flawed harmony

“One day, you guys are going to be all grown up with your own special person with your own kids, and you’re gonna love them so much that you’ll understand why I’m telling you to calm down and listen to your mom.” Asjdfkhlek.

“Ewwww, daddy loves mommy.”

“I sure do.”

Sugawara;

On god, Suga would be the most patient parent. He treats your toddlers like mini adults and not your insane nine year old girl or six year old boy.

He listens thoroughly when they are upset about something, cautiously listening to the deeper truths about why they’re upset and takes great care in making sure his children feel validated.

Super dad 🥰

But it’s not a random event; after being married to you for the last decade, he had so much practice with conflict resolution and genuinely listening to you that it was a natural tendency at this point.

For the most part, your children are incredibly well behaved. Sure, there’s an occasional incident because, well they’re kids. Your daughter, being the older of the two and nearly finished with primary school, was entering her phase of discovering boys and constantly writing in her diary.

Suga may be super dad, but he is not perfect, and for some reason I totally see him reading her diary.

“Koushi, put it back. Now.” He was just going to pretend that you using your mom voice on him didn’t turn him on and prepare him to fill you with another baby.

While he may be an expert on conflict resolution, you enforced respecting their privacy; quite a dynamic between the two of you in terms of validating your children as individuals.

“But honey, our daughter is starting to like boys.”

“At least one of the females in this house does.” 💀💀💀 with angels for children, someone had to be the clown of the Sugawara family and it was certainly you.

Tanaka;

You and Tanaka had your first baby in your guys’ third year of high school, which you would be lying if you said it wasn’t hell.

Tanaka fought tooth and nail to try to do everything from makin dinner, working, making sure you were getting rest, and of course still playing volleyball. Everything except actually trying to graduate.

“I don’t have time to study babe, I have practice and then we gotta put this squirt to bed.”

There was a constant argument about Tanaka continuing with volleyball that nearly forced you two to split. While you knew how important it was to him, there was no way he was going to graduate from Karasuno while he was trying to care for you, a child, work, and play volleyball.

“Ryuu, please. I know you don’t wanna quit but if you can’t pass your classes, you won’t be able to participate anyway.” He did not take well to that.

It took him time to come to his senses and in that time, you had kept you and your son away from him to allow him his space.

Apparently that was also a wrong move on your part.

He was so angry and frustrated being away from his mini me that he had easily conceded to retiring from volleyball if it meant being able to watch his little nugget learn how to sit up and crawl.

Yes, he goes HAM on the nicknames. Squirt, nugget, mini me, beanie baby, tyke, and all of the above. He pretty much calls your son everything but his actual name.

“I’m sorry for being stubborn.” He says one night while you help him study for his finals, your sleeping son swaddled in your arms.

“I’m sorry for making you give up something you love.”

“Nah, I got you and the munchkin. That’s all I need.”

Noya;

I love Noya 🥺 but at first, he is a chaotic parent. Granted y’all had your first child when you were still in college and he hadn’t the faintest clue on how to be a dad.

To be perfectly honest, you weren’t quite sure how to parent either.

Neither of you knew how to change diapers

Noya definitely got peed on more times than he wishes to admit

When your son was still a newborn, just around finals time, neither of you could figure out for the life of you why your baby was crying in the middle of the night. Which inherently made you cry because you had an 8am final and you had finished studying 5 hours prior 🙃

“Try to get some sleep, babe. I’ll take care of him.” Nishinoya’s voice was thick with exhaustion, but he knew how little you’d been sleeping since giving birth.

When you went to leave for your final, Noya was asleep in your living room rocking chair, baby safely in his arms with the both of them just snoozing away.

It was a struggle but the two of you faced the challenge together, one step at a time with your energetic four-year-old son as you graduated university. By the time you had all settled into a larger apartment together as a family, Noya had yet to pop the question. He was too busy having fun with his little man.

Sometimes it scared you how in sync he was with his child probably because he was still a child himself but it was sweet and endearing.

“Hey babe?” He asks softly after the two of you tucked away your boy for the evening. You raised in eyebrow at him, silently goading for him to continue. “Do you want to have another?” Needless to say, he sure as shit impregnated you that night asjckglpwm

Hinata;

With Hinata being an older brother, I actually see him being a wonderful dad. However, homie’s got a one-track mind and with him playing professionally, you’re usually left to do the parenting.

Your kids definitely like you more than Shoyo, not that anyone blamed anyone; they just never see daddy :(

BUT when he is in dad mode and home, you suddenly remember why you were eager as shit to have more kids with him 🥴 which explains ya you’ve got your third on the way

When he does come home, he automatically greets his older, 8 year old son with noogies and a brief wrestling session. For some reason, Hinata felt the need to compete with his own child 💀

Headass.

But when he sees his daughter, his world stops because he has favorites and EVERYONE in the Hinata house knows it

Always asking your 6 year old girl how her day was, asking how she was doing ruling over her imaginary kingdom and if she found her Prince Charming yet.

“Pffft I don’t need Prince Charming, daddy, he’s icky!!! Mommy says I don’t need a man!”

Where is the lie

“Your mom is absolutely right and you should totally listen to her, she’s the best queen in the whole world.”

Because of his one-track mind, he is engaged fully with your kids when he is actually home. Your son had naturally gotten into volleyball which, even after a long day’s practice, Shoyo spends hours training him.

“Do you think this one’s finally gonna like me more than you?” He asks one night while he’s doing the dishes after dinner, while you’re right beside him drying them off.

“Sho, our kids love you. But mom is home with them allllll day and has been since birth.”

“Can we keep trying until one of them finally likes me more?” 💀💀💀 “or until we have enough to make our own volleyball team?”

Kageyama;

How this socially inept clown got ANYONE pregnant was unthinkable. Of course, to anyone but you. After being with him all throughout high school, it was more of a wonder how you didn’t get pregnant sooner

This dude dirty. His one track mind, if not on volleyball, was entirely on you. Nearly every night was date night which ALWAYS ended with bow chicka wow wow 😏 you horny mfers yalll moved in together as soon as you graduated from Karasuno.

Clothing at home was nonexistent.

With the two of you in your second year of college, living in your apartment, and being 8 months pregnant, the air had dramatically shifted.

Kageyama’s once still high sex drive had been channeled into school work, working, and of course, volleyball. You were planning on at least completing your semester before taking time off to care for the baby. It seemed one of you would have to really step up, and from what it seems, it wasn’t going to be Tobio.

When he was home, which was very few and far between with how much he had going on, he had tried to dote on you as much as he could physically muster. Kisses here and there, bathing together, and lots of snuggles.

Kageyama is in charge of the nursery and there’s no room for argument on this. With him not being as present at home, he sets up the nursery as a way to communicate with his child that he’s never going to see because of volleyball

I love Kags, but he is nowhere near ready to even think about parenting 💀 which you tried to be patient with, but with the due date approaching very rapidly, you kinda needed him to step it up.

“I’ve helped.” He tries using the nursery as an argument and he had gone to every doctors appointment but homeboy still doesn’t know how to make a bottle or change a diaper

Was he prepared to have to clean up baby shit and vomit? Absolutely not. Was he going to anyway? Lmao, absolutely not. This boy only wants to be daddy, not dad.

Tsukishima;

It shook everyone and their mother when people found out that Kei not only had a girlfriend that he met in college, but that his girlfriend was a milf according to Kuroo and Bokuto

When you and Kei had first started dating, your daughter was already five. And while you obviously didn’t bring her to classes with you, she was always with the two of you for date nights. Oddly enough, he really didn’t mind.

His patience for kids, now that’s he’s older and kids are actually kids and NOT his peers, rivals that of Sugawara’s.

“Hey Tsukki,” your spawn asks at dinner one day. “When are you and mommy gonna get married? People keep making fun of me cause I call my parents mommy and Tsukki.”

“Making fun of people isn’t cool, it’s so lame. They’re just jealous cause they don’t get to call their parents mommy and Tsukki.”

👁—

That same night, Kei offers to read your daughter to sleep as if to reinforce the notion that mommy and Tsukki was cooler than mommy and daddy. Of course, he was pushing for this to hide that he was upset that children were making fun of her.

After that Tsukishima really gets into his dad role—walking your daughter to school with you or without you everyday, picking her up and giving her grandiose hugs. He made sure to lock eyes with every spectator, his height towering over many at the kindergarten. Silently telling them all “do not fuck with her, or you answer to me.”

He’s sosososo protective, I can’t. He ain’t scared to fight a toddler.

Even well after you and Tsukishima introduce a child of your own, your daughter still insists on calling him Tsukki and adamantly tries to teach her sister to say Tsukki instead of dada.

“You’re okay with the kids not calling you ‘Daddy’, Kei?”

“The only one I want calling me daddy is you.”

Yamaguchi;

This poor bean 💀 not only was he not prepared for fatherhood in the slightest, but twins?!

You both swore up and down they were evil. If one was hungry, the other one would refuse to eat until the other finished their meal. This applied to using their diapers as well.

Imagine the energy of Hinata and Nishinoya as baby twin boys, and lo and behold, yours and Tadashi’s kids.

While you had slightly more patience with them, knowing they were going to grow up eventually and become their own independent humans. Tadashi was not handling this well at all.

Low key, he felt like he was doing a horrible job as a parent and, after the boys had finally gone to sleep for the night, you’d spent a lot of time consoling Tadashi.

“Why can’t I be like—“

“Baby, you’ve got to stop comparing yourself to all of your friends. None of them have twin boys that are less than a year old.”

“Yeah but Hinata has three of them, so does Daichi—“

“Honey, you aren’t them. You’re you, so please, just be you.”

He’s ambitious when it comes to parenting—he wants to be the best dad ever, and he only gets better with practice.

That doesn’t make him wanna tear out his hair any less, but as the boys get older, it does get easier. We pretend their toddler years didn’t exist, it was a nightmare that Tadashi does NOT want to relive

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thedevildomdaily · 3 years ago

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Demonic Possessions Ch 9: Love Advice & Interior Design

Note: Here’s the Master List for the full story. I recommend reading my stuff on my actual Blog if you enjoy OM! official music! Thank you so much for the support. Please let me hear from you in the comment section. I wanna talk OM!

I decided to make this chapter with more light banter and fun interactions and give the nephilim brothers some attention.

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff this time ********************************

A couple weeks had passed. Construction on the attic was nearly complete. Lucifer and Azriel had negotiated a schedule in which the nephilim brothers would work on the attic bedroom for their sister. This helped avoid chaotic mornings, at least where the nephilim were concerned.

The overall mood of The House of Lamentation had shifted from the unease of having a new occupant amongst the Brothers and Lilly, to an odd sense of which the brothers had never experienced before. A shift in their dynamic as a family twisted due to a certain blossoming relationship.

Leviathan had become more outgoing and less reluctant in participating in events. He was more welcoming of everyone hanging around his room as well and his mood was less-likely to sour thanks to Lena. His brothers were happy for him, but it was an unusual experience for them as well. It was hard to ever find the two of them apart from each other.

“Thank you for doing my nails Asmo!” Lena chimed, “Your skills are amazing!”

Asmo grinned with brimming confidence, “Of course they are Leee-na. I’m an absolute master with nail art.”

“He’s also the best hair stylist.” Lilly chimed.

Asmodeus’s room had transformed into a spa for the two female residents and himself. The human was laying on his bed with a face mask and cucumbers over her eyes as her toe nails dried. Her hair was in a towel and she was completely relaxed as she sipped on her mimosa.

The nephilim had a peel on her face as she sat in a lavish chair while the demon painted a cute black cat on her accent nail. She too had her fill of mimosas as they relaxed from a week of cramming for a chapter test in alchemy. The math involved was exhausting, but she’d probably do well enough.

“Your brother is almost as bad as my old man when it comes to studying. I’m doing my best to be civil about it, but it’s getting on my nerves…”

Asmo gave a dramatic sigh, “If you think he’s bad now, wait until midterms. It’s a boot camp nightmare.” He then exchanged looks with Lilly as she peeked at them from her cucumber. He was underselling Lucifer’s regime.

“You know….” Asmo began with a sly voice, “I’m surprised Levi isn’t in here to get his nails painted…” Lena knew he was just baiting her at the mention of his brother. He wanted to open a dialogue to gossip about their relationship.

Shrugging, “I offered an invitation but Levi’s nails are still great from the last time you painted them. He’s also really engaged in a super hard game. The last time I saw him, Beel and Belphie were watching him battle a boss. It was getting intense in there…” It was also extremely cute, she thought.

“I’m just saying, given the fact that he’s the Avatar of Envy, I figured Levi to be a little more possessive and be following you around a lot more.” his younger brother admitted.

“Not gonna lie…” Lilly added, “I kinda anticipated that myself.” The brothers were all very possessive and it was easy to picture any one of them being like that. Well, Lucifer excluded. He was too damn cocky to believe anyone would stray from him ever.

Lena thought about it for a moment, ‘Well, I took your collective advice and talked directly with him when we went on that first date. I laid it all out for him: I’m not being held down to any single relationship. And in a kinder manner, that I basically don’t want to deal with jealousy. I’ve given up on monogamy….” he chuckled for a moment, “He actually compared me to you Asmo, and then asked if I wanted to start a reverse harem...and ya know what, I kinda like that idea haha!”

The other two blinked for a moment and joined in the laughter. “Pffft, that’s definitely a Levi-type of conclusion…” Lilly chuckled. She peeled the cucumbers off and ate them as she sat up. “It looks like you guys reached an amicable agreement then?”

The nephilim looked upward, clearly thinking about it for a moment. “We have. He agreed to an open relationship and to not be overly clingy with me. It’s beneficial to the both of u-”

“BOTH!?” Asmodeus interrupted, “Please explain!!?! Has my big, nerdy brother been hiding some secret affairs over these past few centuries?!” Why would it benefit the both of them, when only one of them has even been in multiple relationships?

“Oh, it’s quite simple really,” Lena chuckled, “His 2D waifus. I won’t ever complain about them or come between him and his fandom and I can have relationships with others as well. Besides, we’re immortal beings...forever is a realistic timeframe for us...why cling to each until we both become miserable? Monogamy hasn’t ever worked for any immortals I know...what about you?” Of course she was asking Asmo as he finished her last nail.

The demon shook his head as he released her hand and got his DDD ready to take pictures of his work for the gram. “Not that I’ve ever paid attention to it, I really can’t think of anyone...even angels drift apart and take loooooong breaks.”

“Well that’s a bit depressing….” Lilly mumbled.

“Oh, Lilly dear...don’t get depressed about it. It’s the beauty of humanity. You guys are far more capable of having a one, true love...not that you have to stick to it. It’s a valid option though.” She didn’t mean to depress the human. In her very long life, Lena had been in 100+ year relationships with various long-lived beings and it never seemed to work out. She was now trying this open relationship thing so that she didn’t feel tied-down or tired. She didn’t want anyone she was with to feel that way either.

“It’s all good. I was teasing for the most part.” Lilly smiled, “There’s only so many ways a person can spice things up and keep their relationship fresh; I’m sure an immortal couple could really struggle after a few centuries. It’s that case in my favorite vampire novel series anyways…”

Asmo didn’t comment on the matter. He couldn’t relate since he was loved by all and could charm anyone he wanted. He never for a moment considered a relationship because he could never love anyone more than himself.

“So, since you’ve found a way for things to work, have you guys……?” He smirked at the nephilim.

“ASMO!” Lily shouted. He merely chuckled.

“It’s none of your business…” Lena responded.

“That would be a solid ‘No’ then.” He quibbed. Lilly exchanged a look with him and nodded.

“Y’all are both horrible! It’s hard given he’s so reclusive and nervous. But also very cute….NO! I’m not talking with you guys about this, especially you Asmo. I’m not giving you any ammo to blackmail Levi…” She paused for a moment and contemplated, “I know he’s shy. But I also….”

“Also what?” Lilly blinked.

“I don’t know how to approach him. I’ve never been with a demon. Are you guys...very different for other beings?”

“Oh, you wanna see? Hmmmm?” Asmo teased. Or was he?

“Stop it!” Lilly smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Lena. You’re gonna have to make the first moves on Levi. Good news is there won’t be much effort you’d have to put into seducing him. It’s just finding the opportune moment when you’re feeling it.”

The girls both stared at Asmodeus for a moment.

“What? Is there something on my gorgeous face?” He immediately felt his pale, rosey cheeks.

“No, you’re just being surprisingly perceptive and giving profound advice on the matter.” Lilly said, “Lena should definitely wait until she feels right before taking the move. Like you said girl, you’ve got eternity. Take your time. Levi is a great guy and I know he’d never pressure you...”

Lena smiled and looked-up while thinking about him. “Yeah, he’s great. Special. I have so much fun with him. It’s nice to have someone interested in the same nerdy stuff as I am and not being picked-on about it 24/7.” Her last relationship went down like that. “When he blushes simply by me taking his hand, or how shocked he gets when I sneak behind him and wrap my arms around his waist...oooh... He’s too cute!!!!”

The nephilim squealed and shut her eyes hard thinking about her Levi-kun and the other two just laughed at her. Her responses to his cuteness just didn’t match her aesthetic at all and they found it hilarious to watch.

"Oh.." Lilly chimed in again, "They're 'normal' I guess."

Lena and Asmo blinked at the human for a moment.

"You asked if they were, ya know, compatible. I've had the horror of accidentally entering the men's bath when we went on a trip to a demonic hotspring before...I wanted to shove hot pokers in my eyes..." Lilly cringed.

"Oh, that's right! Lilly got to see me in all of my glory...jealous?" Asmo grinned.

The trio laughed and picked on each other all afternoon.

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“Okay, we need a few more pieces of paneling. I want some nice filigree border work.” Azriel said to himself out loud as he took a step back to look at the progress made on his sister’s room.

Zak stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, as he watched his brother pace across the room. “Hey bro. It’s looking good. You really outdid yourself this time.” His siblings were super artsy, creative types. He couldn’t keep up with them on that. Instead, the middle sibling put any creativity into vehicle design and engineering. “Let’s take a break and go to Hell’s Kitchen for lunch. Then when we get back, you can spot anything else we need to do….”

“You do have a point. Let’s eat and come back with a new perspective…”

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The nephilim brothers went for lunch, meeting up with Beelzabub and Belphegor. The twins were in the back corner, where the owner often put them so they weren’t a distraction for the other customers.

Belphegor had his arms folded on the table, propping his head up as he watched Beel chow down on ten burgers.

“Hey guys, can we join you?” Zak asked when he approached the demons.

“Sh--rr” Beel nodded as he wadded another large bite of food. Zak could have sworn the demon’s jaw had unhinged to take such a huge bite.

Azriel took a seat next to Beel. The two of them were the same height, though Azriel was much thinner, with more of a swimmer’s body then a body-builder’s. Zak sat by a groggy Belphie. They too, were the same height but different build. Zak liked to work out when he wasn’t working on a new engine.

“You guys about to finish remodeling?” Belphie asked with a yawn at the end, “I’m curious what you’ve done to my old...space.” Was it a bedroom or a prison? He didn’t know quite how to label the attic Lucifer kept him in.

Azri gave a pleasant smile, “Yes. It’s all coming along smoothly. Lena will be thrilled with it. It’s a touch of old european with her beloved gothic asethetic. She might not like the light-colored flooring, but it makes the space look bigger…” he went off into deep thought for a moment. Then, he saw some green in the corner of his eye and smiled, “excuse me for a moment…”

“Sorry, I swear Azri has ADHD or something...don’t mind him. ‘Creative Genius’ at work 24/7” Zak chuckled and looked at the menu.

“S’okay.” Belphie nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Sounds like you’ve had a lot of things to do. It’s nice putting in that effort for your little sibling.”

The twins and Zaksalamel chatted and ate their lunch, nearly forgetting that the elder nephilim had even came to Hell’s Kitchen. When he finally returned, there was an empty plate left at his spot.

“You shouldn’t have ordered and left when sitting by Beel…” Belphegor responded after seeing the shocked expression on Azri’s face. “Your food didn’t stand a chance...and apparently the napkin…”

“S-sorry….” Beel scratched the back of his head.

After a moment of silence, Azriel sighed, “it’s okay. That one was definitely on me….”

Zak noticed his brother’s cheeks get a little rosy. His mind was elsewhere clearly. What was he up to. “Hey, Devildom to Azriel...where’d you disappear to?”

“Oh, forgive my rudeness..again.” He suddenly returned to the conversation. “I just happened to see someone I know and asked for their opinion about the flooring choice…”

“Mmmh-hmmm…” Zak’s eyes narrowed at his brother, knowing there was something else to it. Azriel’s voice tone was suspicious. He’d leave it alone for now.

“So, anyways, I made the right decision, and I think we will be finished with everything in 2 days.” Azri clapped his hands together, chipper with the apparent results of the consultation he’d just had. “Beel, if you’d like to make it up to me for eating my highly-anticipated lunch, could you help carry furniture upstairs? You must be very careful…Lena is going to flip out when she sees it!”

As the four of them returned to the House of Lamentation together, Beel and Belphie walked some space behind the nephilim.

“They sure seem to care a lot about their sister to spend so much time on this room. I don’t think it was that bad..” Belphegor said quietly.

‘True. But, we’d do the same thing for our sister too. And that means Lilly as well…” Beelzebub nodded.

Agreeing, Belphegor let out a small sigh. He wasn’t sure about his own opinion of Lena so far. They didn’t start off on the best of terms. No, he’d admit that he behaved like a brat that day. But he never had the opportunity to get to know her or to apologize for his overreaction. Maybe he’d help with the furniture too?

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bullworthdrabbles · 4 years ago

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The fading sunlight and the clouds of smoke filled the room with a dreamlike air. Two naked bodies laid splayed across the twin dorm bed on flannel sheets. Jimmy’s fingers ghosted the thin white jagged lines etched all over Gary’s chest as he took a hit from a blunt.

“Where’d you get these?” Jimmy questioned in a hushed whisper.

“Don’t recognize your own handiwork, Hopkins?” Gary teased in a nonchalant tone.

As they continued to lie next to each other absorbing each other's warmth, Jimmy tried to remember a time he ever left a mark on Gary, much less a whole web of cascading scars all along his torso.

“What? Did you think falling on my chest into glass from several stories up wasn’t going to leave a mark?”

Jimmy’s fingers halted on Gary’s skin, it took longer than Jimmy cared to admit to remember what Gary was even talking about. Once Jimmy recognized what Gary meant a flood of memories came swimming back into his mind.

That gray miserable rainy day felt so distant now. Memories trickled back to the forefront of his mind. He remembered his own fall that day, how he felt himself leave his body as gravity forced him down at fast speeds. He had nightmares about that fall, but luckily all he received was a sprained wrist and ankle. However, it wasn't luck. He landed on Gary, who had landed on his chest.

“Pffft if you think that's bad, you should have seen what happened to my wrists. It's human instinct to stick out our hands when we fall, it absorbs some of the impact and slows you down so your chest and brain don't take too much damage. Well, I shattered my wrists in the process of trying to ease my landing.” Gary explained holding up his hands displaying his surgical scars like they were medals of honor.

They continued to lay there in silence as Gary took another hit. Jimmy remembered dragging Gary's limp body out of the principal's office. He saw the trail of blood behind them, but Jimmy had seen blood before, he'd seen a lot of it, at the time he believed it was fine. The next day the mess was cleaned, allowing Jimmy to shove the guilty thoughts away. After all, out of sight out of mind.

Then Jimmy heard about Gary going to the hospital, the Academy never gave Jimmy much information as he wasn't family and they were just glad Gary was out of their hair. He remembered feeling pangs of guilt but back then it was easy after all the chaos to convince himself, Gary had brought this pain onto himself. He deserved it was the sentiment everyone had about the fight. It didn't matter that he went to the hospital, had surgery, and went to the worst asylum in the state, where abuse was seen as a form of treatment. Everyone, including Jimmy especially after Gary betrayed his trust, believed he deserved to feel that pain and hurt just like how he put everyone else through the wringer. Still, there were times when Jimmy wondered if that was the best way to hold Gary accountable.

It wasn't until Gary came back gaunt and beaten down and after Jimmy was forced to take a psychology class, that he finally understood what happened that rainy day. Then, Jimmy was filled with remorse. It ate at him, whatever anger, spite, and bitterness he held towards Gary left his body as the realization of what everything Gary said and did meant.

Now, he was staring the consequences of that day in the face. If he ever felt justified in what happened that day he certainly didn't now. Sure, Gary's awful actions needed to be stopped and he needed to be held accountable. He needed to be stopped and helped. Gary needed therapy, and adults that gave a shit about him ensuring he got rehabilitation instead of abuse. Unfortunately, neither of them had adults that genuinely cared about them. No, Jimmy had to take on the responsibility of stopping Gary from harming himself and others.

Jimmy wasn't even old enough to drive much less help someone navigate a violent mental breakdown. It wasn't surprising that his attempt to do so went so horribly, especially since back at that time Jimmy wasn't even aware of the full extent of what was happening. Saying that didn't make Jimmy feel better. Gary didn't deserve a painful visual reminder of his very public meltdown on his body permanently.

He was a kid, just like Jimmy, who was abused and neglected every step of the process of growing up. He probably hoped that at the top he'd finally be the one doing the hurting for once, instead of being hurt.

“Look, I'm sorry Gary I-” Jimmy began only to be stopped by Gary putting a finger to his mouth.

Gary sighed letting out more smoke, “Please don't start blubbering on me about how guilty you feel over stupid high school shit. We're well past that now, it's over and settled. I've made my peace with my scars. Now, take a hit before you get pissy with me for not sharing.”

Jimmy tutted and gave a dramatic but good-natured sigh with a small smile tugging at his cheeks. He didn't know if it was the weed or Gary voicing his forgiveness, but he felt the weight on his shoulders ease a bit. He took the blunt gently from Gary’s fingers and took a hit as he laid his head on his chest.

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literallythebiggestfuckingsimp · 5 years ago

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SECRETS AND LIES

jj maybank x reader

( NOT MY GIF !!! credits to whoever made it ! )

Gentle fingers touch your sides, pulling you closer. You relax into the touch, knowing who it is. The warm breeze on your exposed midriff makes you shiver slightly, and you feel him wrap you up with his arms. You could’ve just told him that you weren’t really cold, but you were enjoying the touch of your best friend far too much for that — in fact, you were enjoying it a lot more than you should.

You can feel his skin against yours as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. Your good friend John B sits across from you both, telling some story you aren’t paying attention to. Kie is giving you a suggestive glance, noticing the way JJ is holding you, but you don’t see it. You‘re too busy wrapped up in his overwhelming presence, enjoying what little comfort you have now before you’d be forced to head back to an empty home.

“You good?” JJ speaks against your neck, and for a second you’re startled.

His breath feels warm, emitting goosebumps on your skin. You feel yourself nod half-heartedly. His head pulls back and he leans around to face you from where you’re sat in his lap. “Hey, what’s up? You can tell me.”

You sigh. “Nothin’, just thinking.” You don’t want to look at him because you know he already has that look on his face — the one that simultaneously makes you want to scream and yell at him whilst also wanting to come clean and cuddle up to him. It’s the one that reads ‘bullshit’, the one that makes you feel safe in the way that you could reveal all your secrets and he’d make everything okay again by just being there. You don’t look at him because you know that if you did you’d give in. But you can’t give in. You can’t.

“Really, I’m fine,” you stress.

He knows it’s a lie and so do you. But you can’t tell the truth, because you know it would break him. You can’t tell anyone. Not yet.

“Y/N, you know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” he asks, and you want to jump off the HMS Pogue and swim away.

Your friends aren’t watching you and JJ talk, having sensed something was up and moved away to give you guys some space.

“Pffft,” you wave him off. “I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are,” JJ argues. “Everyone has a tell.”

You scrunch your nose up and turn to face him. You think you can look at him now because he’s just handed you the perfect opportunity to change the subject. This way, you don’t have to confront your issues.

“Okay, then what’s mine?” You want to hit yourself for the obvious attempt, because given a clearer headspace, you think you could’ve done it much smoother, in a way that would rouse up a lot less suspicion. JJ knows you inside and out.

He rolls his eyes. “Great way to change the subject,” he comments dryly. “Also, if I told you then you’re just gonna try your hardest to stop doing it and then I won’t be able to tell when you’re lying anymore.”

“I think you’re wrong,” you speak up, turning away from him. JJ frowns. “I don’t have a tell, you just think I’m hiding something and want to get it out of me.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Maybe,” he shrugs. “Or maybe I just know you well enough to be able to tell when you’re lying. Maybe I also know you well enough to know that you’re trying to change the subject right now. But you know me well enough to know that I’m not gonna stop trying to get it out of you, dumbass.”

“Don’t insult me,” you snap playfully, hitting his arm. He doesn’t join in with your light teasing like he normally would, though. There’s still a frown etched upon his lips as he looks at you, and you feel stuck. You know there’s no way to get out of it now. Maybe you could just come up with something, a quick lie to convince him that everything’s fine. Or maybe you could come clean, tell him— No! You couldn’t do that. You don’t want to do that, because that means that you’d have to face the truth, too.

“Come on, Y/N.” He’s pleading now. You cant bring yourself to look away from his face, but you know that you have to. You have to look away or else you’ll get absorbed in that look, and you’ll spill everything. “Just tell me.” Three. For a second you thought he was actually going to say please, but you know he wouldn’t. JJ Maybank is too prideful to use the word please. “Whatever it is cant be that bad.” Two. Just look away, Y/N! You can do this. “I thought we didn’t keep secrets.” He says it likes it’s a joke, but you know it’s not. He’s trying to guilt-trip you, and it’s working. Oh, it’s working alright. But you won’t give in. One.

You’ve done it! You’ve looked away!

But you can’t bring yourself to feel proud that you resisted the boy who stole your heart when you were just thirteen. You didn’t know it then, of course, but you think you’ve always liked him as more than a friend. With you and JJ there was always just that little bit more.

Guilt embeds itself in your stomach, weighing you down. It all feels so stupid, keeping secrets from your best friend. But you’re defence mechanism has always been ignorance. Forever the procrastinator.

“I told you, Jay,” you say firmly. You’re surprised at how strong your voice sounds, and so is he. You expected it to crack and shake but you were glad it didn’t. “I’m fine. Nothing’s going on.”

JJ inches away from you slightly. It’s a small action, barely noticeable, but not to you. To you it makes all the difference of a global pandemic. You feel the hurt with a pang in your chest, but you don’t let yourself feel it too much. You deserved it, you know you did. You deserve that little bit of rejection and hurt and you deserve more — worse.

You’re keeping a secret from your friends because you’re too weak to face the truth. You hate yourself for it, but at the end of the day, that’s just who you are. Someone who relishes in the bliss fitfulness of teetering upon the line of nothing and everything. Someone who keeps their problems to themself and, even when at the verge of breaking, conjures up the brightest smile to give to their friends. You’re someone who’d run away from their problems instead of sitting down and sorting that shit out.

You wish you weren’t that person, but you are.

“Yeah? ‘Cause it sure doesn’t look like it,” JJ says. You think you hear a tinge of anger to his tone, though you know he’s tried to keep it at bay for you. You don’t deserve that — you don’t deserve him, and you know it.

You don’t answer him. You just turn away. “I should probably head home now, anyway,” you say, your voice so quiet and muffled that you’re surprised he even heard you, but he did. He always has done.

You hear him scoff and walk away, and you know you’ve blown it this time. There’s no way you can make things up to him without coming clean, but there’s no way you could do that, either.

Footsteps pad along the floor of the small boat and someone sits down next to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You don’t look to see who it is, just continue to stare out into the water, tears threatening to break free.

“You okay?” You’re not surprised to hear the familiar voice of John B, but you didn’t really expect him. You thought it might be Kie, but she’s probably better off trying to get JJ out of the mood he’ll be in after your little disagreement.

“Fine,” you mumble back. You know he doesn’t buy it because, come on, who are you trying to kid? It was a half-assed condolence and you know it. John B leans closer to you for a second, giving you a quick side-hug.

“We’ll head back now, drop you off,” he says. You nod, mumbling a small “‘kay, thanks.” That’s all. He gets up and walks away, and you can feel the worried stares of your friends on your back.

This wasn’t how you wanted to spend the rest of the time you had left with your friends. This wasn’t how it should be happening. It’s not fair. None of it is. In fact, the whole situation is bullshit. Maybe you can find a way to fix it before your time is up, and then everything will be okay again.

You’re not unaware of the muffled voices behind you, whispering harshly to each other. You choose to ignore it.

“What’d you do to her, man?” John B says. JJ frowns at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” he argues, and Kiara gives him a deadpan look.

“You’re an asshole and an idiot, of course you did something,” she states matter-of-factly, malice lacing her tone. JJ glares at her.

“I’m serious,” he says. “I didn’t do shit. She was just acting off and I asked her what was wrong and she started getting all pissy at me. She’s been acting off for weeks now. I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”

“She has?” John B asks. He seems surprised by the fact that everyone nodded along to JJ’s words and he hadn’t noticed a single thing wrong until today.

Kiara rolls her eyes. “Oh, my god, you’re stupid.”

“Dude, she’s literally been acting weird for, like, two weeks, now,” Pope says. John B’s eyebrows furrow.

John B mutters a small, “oh.”

“Don’t worry, man. It’s not your fault. You’ve probably been so busy macking Sarah that you’ve forgotten how to function,” JJ snickers. “Ooooh! John B! Yes, right there!” he mocks. John B goes red.

“You’re disgusting,” Kiara states with a look on her face. JJ shrugs and winks at her.

—

A loud knock disturbs your thoughts. You’ve been sat in bed, trying to get to sleep for hours now, but to no avail. The knocking comes again, and you get up, sighing. It’s not like you were getting much sleep anyway.

“Hello—?“ you start at you open the door, revealing a distressed looking JJ. “JJ? What are you doing here?”

He ignores you, barging past and running his fingers through his hair. You’re not sure what’s got him in such a state, but the argument from before is forgotten to you as you grab his arm.

“Jay?” you ask. His eyes snap to meet yours in an instant. “What’s wrong?”

“May’s dead.” You feel the colour leaving your face, the breath being sucked out of you. How did he know? How could he have know? You suppose it was only really a matter of time. It’s a small island, news travels fast.

“May’s dead, and you didn’t tell me.” You want to cry, scream, anything, but all you can do is stand there, mouth agape. “And now you’re leaving. And you didn’t tell me any of it. Nothing, Y/N. Why? Why the hell didn’t you trust me, your best friend, enough to tell me that you were going away and I’d never get see you again!?”

He’s shouting now, demanding answers. He knows everything and you feel woozy. Now that it’s out, you’re gonna have to face it. But you didn’t want to face it. You didn’t want to face the fact that your aunt died and it was your fault, and now you were being moved away and you would never get to see your friends— your family, again.

“Jay, I- I didn’t mean to keep it from you, I just—“ You break off your sentence with a gulp, seeing your vision blurred with tears and the familiar lump in your throat that meant you were close to breaking down. “I don’t want to go. I dont want to. It’s my fault May’s dead, mine. And now I’m leaving but I don’t want to. I don’t want to— I don’t—“

The air in the room in getting thinner and it’s getting harder and harder to breath with every second that’s passing. You feel hands on your face, caressing your cheek. You can see the minimal movement of his lips, talking to you, but you can’t hear him. Everything’s blurry. Everything’s quiet. When did the room start spinning? You don’t know.

You’re thinking about the car again. About how May lost control when she came to pick you up from the kegger on the beach. You were wasted, and you called her for a ride. And then she died. And it was all your fault.

Hands shake you, but not more than the sobs that rack your body.

You feel the hands hold your cheeks and move your head to look in front of you, but you’re still not seeing anything except the consistent blur. You blink, closing your eyes.

There are two hands in front of your face, and you hear the faint sounds of counting.

He’s counting his fingers, you realise, and telling you to count with him. You’re starting to gather your bearings as you do. Your panic is fading but heaviness in your heart never, for a second, eases.

You see JJ now, as he is, with his blond hair messy on his head and his eyes blue with worry. You don’t waste another second, fists gripping onto the fabric of his shirt, wrapping our arms around him and burying your face in his neck. He holds you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

That’s what it’s like for the rest of the night. It’s just you and him, basking in the comfortable silence of being in each others presence during this time of need.

It’s the next day when he asks again. “Why didn’t you tell me?” There’s an edge of vulnerability to his voice. You know he’s hurt because you never keep secrets from him, and you know you never should, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I ... I guess I thought that maybe if i just ignored it, it would go away,” you admit, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

His hands fiddly with your hair, something he likes to do often, and he stays quiet for a moment. “You can trust me with anything, you know.”

A small smile creeps across your lips amongst all the heartbreak and loss in the room. “I know,” you say. Your voice is almost a whisper but you know JJ heard you.

“I’m not just gonna let you up and run, you know,” he says.

“I don’t want to, but they’re moving me. They think I’m staying with May’s boyfriend, but he dipped right after the— the accident. I’ve got a week, more or less.”

“We’ll find a way,” JJ promises. You nod. “But just in case we don’t ... “

You look up to him, confused. He takes a breath, his eyes searching yours. You don’t notice them flicker to your lips. “What—“ He cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours. You freeze. Taking that as a sign of rejection, JJ pulls away. His cheeks flush pink in embarrassment, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen JJ blush — not in recent years, at least.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so so sorry, Y/N. I just thought — shit, I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

This time, you’re the one who cuts him off. Your lips move hungrily against his, the feelings you’ve pushed off for so long coming free into your kiss. His eyes widen, and before you know it, he’s kissing you back, smiling against your lips.

You sit on your bed, eyes bloodshot, skin flushed and blotchy, all with crying. Your hair’s a mess, and you’re wearing one of his sweatshirts with a pair of pyjama shorts.

But in this moment, you don’t care, because you’re kissing your best friend, and he’s kissing you back, and all your problems are forgotten in the moment. And you know that you’ll figure something out, because there’s no way you’re going to leave him. Not now, not ever. You wouldn’t have dreamt of it before, but you had given up, and now he’s given you hope. You won’t leave your family behind.

And from now on, no more secrets and lies.

a/n: idk wtf i was thinking when i wrote this but eh. also i’m a wattpad writer so i like suck at using tumblr ?? like idek what happened to the layout lmao. nonetheless, i hoped whatever poor soul has read this enjoyed it.

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years ago

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𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

requested by the lovely @m4rshm4llow (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

Mark Lee

i think mark is quite good with children too when he’s not frozen in awkwardness

but i wouldn’t trust with him alone with a kid for too long tbh

like i see him as someone who could probably entertain a kid for a couple of hours succesfully but taking care of them?? yeah no (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)

so let’s say he had to tag along with you to babysit because he didn’t want to waste any time he could spend with you *let my boy receive his love*

but he’s not thaaaat excited he just hopes that the kid will get K.O.-ed early in the night so he could have some alone time with you( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°).... TO CUDDLE ya nasties

so when you arrive at your cousin’s house and you come in

he surely DIDN’T expect a kid to literally throw himself onto you and cling to your legs while chanting your name o(*^▽^*)o

the only way you can get him to detach so you can walk is if you pick him up in your arms

“y/n, who’s he?” mark just stares at the chubby finger pointed at him and produces an *HIGHLY AWKWARD* smile like (*′☉.̫☉)

“oh this is mark, my boyfriend”

*silence* “ew”

now hold on rewind

did a kid just ‘ew’ at mark (｡☉︵ ಠ╬)

and then he had THE AUDACITY to cling to your neck while rambling about his new robot toy and mark had to THIRDWHEEL the entire night

now he’s sure you have superpowers how could you tame that!!??!?! even haechan could be considered mild in comparison to... this ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

he’s pouty the entire evening while you play and take care of the newly spawned devil in town who HOGS your attention the entire time

so when he finally runs out of energy a bit later than mark would have hoped for, he’s quick to envelop you in his arms and drag you into a well deserved cuddle session ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“what took you so looong?”

“sorry sorry, i had to look under his man for boogeyman”

“pffft i think boogeyman is the one looking under his bed for that kid”

but he does melt when he remembers the way your eyes sparkled as the child giggled excitedly on your lap while imagining himself in the picture too (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

Huang Renjun

renjun as we all know is just a bit short tempered so i’m not sure where he stands in his relationship with kids 눈_눈

but also he brings up his younger cousins quite often and he seems very fond of them whenever he talks about them

so i guess he likes kids but like good kids ya know Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

so let’s say you’re shopping in like one of those bigger supermarkets

and you hear cries

your mother instincts literally GO OFF LIKE CRAZY

renjun doesn’t even have the time to blink before you’re dragging him in the direction of the noise with such precision you might as well have a radar at this point ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ

turns out a little girl was lost between the tall aisles

renjun is a lil bewildered cause what is he supposed to do? not like he’s tall enough to see other the aisles in his dreams maybe

but you seem to know EXACTLY what to do as you crouch down in front of the girl and speak to her so gently not even renjun can hear properly

and then as if nothing happened she stops crying

just like that so renjun decides to try his luck too o｜◕ˇ▽ˇ◕｜ツ

“come on, let’s go find mommy and daddy”

and lemme tell ya the little girl sprung into your arms and clung to you with everything she had as she mumbled into your neck

“i only wanna go with miss” (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

his eye twitched a lil ngl （；¬＿¬)

and that’s how you end up taking a stroll to the announcement desk with a whole child gripping onto your hand

renjun would have never imagined his grocery run to turn into this

he only wanted some damn carrots not a frickin child ಠ╭╮ಠ

thankfully it didn’t take long for the parents to run over and thank you for returning their child safely but there was only one problem left

getting her to let go of you

that was a whole ass dramatic goodbye

poor renjun was left exhausted after this he gave up any grocery run he intended to do and dragged you home pronto (ﾉTдT)ﾉ

he admires you so much for how you handled the situation and how you seemed to be so natural and in your element he can only think of how great of a mother you will be in the future with his beside you hopefully

Lee Jeno

one word, his greatest asset: PATIENCE

i see jeno as a man of patience which is more than just helpful when it comes to handling children ❀.(*´◡`*)❀.

he’s also volunteered in all these programs that involved children and he did really well if you ask me soooo he’s a good ally to have (︶.̮︶✽)

and you really REALLY want to volunteer together at one of those like emergency centres for children or something

and who is he to deny his love? he couldn’t have even if he wanted to, you’re too cute in his eyes so he lets you get your way anyway

so before you step inside one of the caretakers gives you some advice

warns you that the new kid, a little girl still in primary school, is still very closed off and wary of everyone

but as you step inside the kids get drawn to you like moths to a flame, swarming around you and asking you questions while dragging you in the living room to play with them

jeno just trails behind, watching the entire commotion with his soft eye smile as he understands (◍•ᴗ•◍)

he knows that you just have a way with people, he’s been in the same position mesmerized by you, it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much and seeing you so purely happy surrounded by children

MELTED HIM ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

eventually you drag him into the happy circle too and he seems to fit in just right by your side with giggling children everywhere around you

he ends up using his muscly arms ᕙ[ ˵ ͡’ ω ͡’ ˵ ]ᕗ as swings

“hey!! i’m stronger than you!!! let’s have a fight!!!!”

you just giggle as you colour some pictures with a few kids but stare at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye

jeno is so simply happy and comfortable he doesn’t even notice when you disappear from the crowd at first

but when he does his eyes search wildly for you like a lost puppy Σ(ﾟﾛ､ﾟ;)

but then he spots you

curled up on a small couch in the corner of the room, deep in conversation with the new girl whose eyes seemed just a little brighter as you clutched her hand in yours warmly ｡ﾟ.(*´◡` )

and jeno just realises again

you’re just working your charm once again and once again jeno falls for you for the nth time, deeper than the last time and lighter than the next

Lee Donghyuck

this manchild right here smh ୧༼◔益◔୧ ༽

now don’t get me wrong i’m pretty sure he’s decent at least with children

given he has two younger siblings and he often talks about hanging out with his little brother also have you seen that vid with the little girl?? the was he talked to her ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

buuuut BUT he’s also DYING like a fish out of water without attention

so when he invites you to tag along to his hangout with his lil bro

he didn’t expect TO BE THE ONE THIRDWHEELING!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

you keep feeding and pampering his brother who basks in your full attention half because he loves it half because he loves the annoyed look on hyuck’s face

“babe i want some kimchi too” (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

“oh!!! sure, i’m sorry for hoarding it all”

and as hyuck awaits with his eyes closed and his mouth open with a pleased smile

you plop a bowl of kimchi in front of him and turn back to his brother as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt

hyuck, muttering to himself: ‘i should have left you home, you lil brat, both of you traitors!!!!!’ (ノTДT)ノ ┻┻

he pouts and sighs dramatically with crossed arms the entire night while watching you interact oh so sweetly with his little brother

but he can’t deny the warm feeling of fondness swarming is his chest seeing you get along so well with his family and being so genuinely happy when you’re with kids

still complains to you when he gets you alone

“i can’t believe you love my brother more than me!!! ME, YOUR SWEET LOVELY CUTIE BOYFRIEND!!!” ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

“first of all, i wouldn’t stretch it that far-” “how is that stretching-?!??!”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry, my sweet lovely cutie boyfriend, i just missed him, he’s so cute and i haven’t seen him in so long and he seems to grow so fast every time we meet” (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

NOW hyuck is real soft how can he be mad at you when you’re THIS ADORABLE AFSKSGDFSAF-

hyuck just presses a sweet smooch to your temple and mutters

“he only acts that cute with you, he’s a devil at home”

“sheesh, i wonder who he takes after” *pointed look* (￢ε￢　)

Na Jaemin

my man here will most likely compete with YOU for the CHILD’S attention

it’s like GAME OVER for him if a child rejects him ε-(≖д≖﹆)

he’s never gonna get over this betrayal from both sides

so let’s say he takes you with him when he offers to babysit a cousin or neighbour idk you get where i’m getting at

and he’s already ‘play buddies’ with him as jaemin likes to put it (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

and you’re slightly acquitanced with him from a previous visit to jaemin’s house when you coincidentally met

so when jaemin opens the door and announces his presence LOUDLY, the little boy doesn’t waste A SECOND to waddle in the hallway and meet you both ლ(＾ω＾ლ)

and jaemin crouches to meet him midway and-

and he *swooshes* past jaemin and into your open arms while giggling

jaemin, a lonely man in the middle of a hallway: (ಥ⌣ಥ)

the entire day, your boyfriend tries to steal the kid’s attention or bribe him over with sweets or toys

now you’re wondering who the real brat is

is salty about the UTTER rejection but also can’t help but watch you both so fondly with a proud hopefully in future for real fatherly smile (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

“are you practicing, y/n?”

“pardon?”

“practice, are you practicing?”

“for...?” ∑（´△｀○）

“ya know” *wiggles eyebrows* “taking care of our future children”

“learn how to control your own brat at home read jisung first and THEN we can talk, jaemama”

jaemin can’t believe this low blow, how could you after everything he’s done: cooking for you, taking you on bike rides even though he was the one who wanted to, even buying pads!!! or even worse!!!!! STRAWBERRY YOGHURT!!!!!! ∑(ﾟ台ﾟlll

he’s still pouty as you all put on an animation and snuggle a blanket

but then!!!! you fall asleep with the little boy in your embrace

and jaemin!!!!! just!!! CAN’T!!! stay mad!!!!!! cause you’re both just SO absolutely irrevocably CUTE!!!!!! ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡

so he just HAS TO lay a *meaningful* smooch on your forehead as he sleepily moves closer to you both, one arm wrapping loosely around you while the other caresses the child’s head, lulling the both of them to sleep his protecc instincts kicked in y’all

Zhong Chenle

he has already expressed his wish to have a family someday since he wants to live the same happiness his brother does with his own family

which i think is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS

and we all know he’s WHIPPED for his nephew ˞♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ)

but unfortunately

that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s good with children yet

let me give you a context over here

so he’s left alone for a short while with his baby nephew which shouldn’t be too bad since technically chenle is an adult at least legally okay??

and right things are all good until BABY STARTS TO CRY i’m talking about the actual baby here although chenle might cry too at this point

and chenle just PANICS when he realises that just shushing won’t work and whacking a hand over his mouth *cough* like he does to jisung *cough* isn’t an option (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

but thankfully, you’re there!!!!!!

“may i?” you ask chenle as you stretch out your arms in his direction

chenle has never passed over anything faster in his entire life џ(ºДºџ)

so when you coddle the baby in your arms and just gently bounce him a little he just settles down so cutely and most important QUIETLY as he stares up at you with curious eyes, small fingers curling up around a necklace swung around your neck or just the fabric of your shirt

chenle is all like (๑•́o•̀๑)!!

HOW DID YOU JUST DO THAT!!!!

and he watches with eyes even more curious than his nephew’s eyes as the baby slowly dozes off peacefully in your arms (꒡ ω ꒡ )zzz

it just hits him just how natural the scene looks

he approaches carefully once he’s sure his nephew fell asleep and lays a gentle hand on your head as he peers down at the cute chubby baby face

“you’re a life saver, how did you even manage to do that?” ◎ܫ◎

“you know, i have to take care of you all the time so-”

he flicks your forehead faster than you can finish that sentence

way to ruin a moment (oT-T)

but *SIKEEE* the baby fusses a little as soon as you frown and chenle immediately freaks out

he showers the spot on your forehead with kisses and his nephew settles down once again as you smile at him proudly ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

chenle rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t wish for this scene to become familiar to him sometime in the future

Park Jisung

this chick is still a baby who barely hatched

so he’s still in CONSTANT WONDER of the world ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ

and in this episode of ‘jisung the explorer’ he’s discovering... ACTUAL babies

so you were on a date at the local mall when you met with a family friend of your mom’s who was struggling with her fussy baby girl in a carrier while trying to shop for some baby products

so you offer to watch over the girl until her mom finishes up (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

but just as you’re about to attach the baby carrier to yourself, an old woman asks for directions around the shop

so you pass the baby to jisung for literally a minute to show the lady the way └(>ω<。)┐

and jisung is HIGHKEY PANICKED

he holds the baby by the underarms at arms length and obviously she doesn’t enjoy that and just starts wailing in the middle of the shop

and people just... stare (,Ծ_Ծ,)

and jisung is all like ‘IT’S NOT MINE!!!!! AND I’M NOT STEALING OR MISTREATING IT EITHER!!!!!!’

the moment you’re back in his sight, he’s THRUSTING that tiny loud bald creature in your arms it’s a child jisung ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

and he expects for you to panic too but right away

the baby quietens down as you cuddle her close to your chest and coo softly in a hushed baby voice

and she plays with your shirt while you glare at your boyfriend (눈_눈)

“y/n, you sorcerer, how did you just shut it off?”

“i didn’t ‘shut it off’, she’s a baby not a tape recorder”

“oh REALLY, i couldn’t tell the difference for a moment there”

you just might consider returning jisung and keeping the baby（ ಠωಠ）

he watches in wonder as you entertain the baby for the next few minutes until her mother comes back

and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile widen with tenderness once you get a small giggle out of the baby (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)

he supposes maybe she isn’t so bad since she makes you so happy

even though she was louder than even chenle which is an accomplishment at this point

and when jisung notices your slight pout once you gave the baby back and parted ways he makes sure to shower your face in kisses until you regain the same smile that made him fall so deep in love with you

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gleerp-2021 · 4 years ago

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And here is what you missed on The roleplay!

I am updating this regularly because people should know what’s going on and scrolling through the old messages in that group chat is literally impossible.

They arrived the house. The first thing to decide was: who is sharing rooms with who?

At first Tina went to share their room with puck, but Brittany is pucks best friend and she really wanted Tina to let her share the room with Puckerman instead, so Tina, with no hard feelings, decided to find another roommate.

That roommate is now Marley. Katie was alone in her room until Blue came in, they are best friends and sharing the room.

Quinn is sharing her room with Hendrix, Kurt and Blaine are sharing their room with Hartley. Sam and Santana were the hardest to give up. Sam said he was gonna share the room with Santana and she was like “no way, who knows? You might open your mouth during your sleep and end up swallowing the whole room” but eventually she gave up.

The day passed by and they were just saying funny things, flirting with each other, doing crazy things... until Hartley accidentally set the kitchen on fire. Lucky for them those “rich people are paying all of their expenses during the summer”

Sam gave Hartley confidence to come out, and Hartley came out as gay, at the same time he admitted to have a crush on Blaine.

Since they couldn’t make any food, they decided to get drunk. Quinn was the first one to get drunk, but the others weren’t much better. They decided to play spin the bottle.

Brittany and Quinn kissed and Brittany truly thought she had found her one true love, so she asked Quinn to marry her. Quinn said yes.

Blaine and Kurt kissed and made out, and now, as Santana says, there is a “pathetic sexual tension between the two of you, but not as pathetic as Blaine’s blush whenever I bring that up, so I’m guessing you’re not acting on that”

Sam and Santana already kissed, more times than necessary, and now they are dating. Everybody went to bed super drunk and somehow Brittany, puck, Blaine, Kurt, Sam, Quinn and Santana ended up on the same bed.

In the middle of the night Santana thought they were snoring too much and decided to go to her own room. She had a nightmare that led her to an anxiety attack. It was awful and she had locked the door so no one would see her “so vulnerable” Sam was the one that helped her calm down, but he was terrified. Seeing Santana like that.

After that he asked Katie puck and Blaine for help and Katie said Santana probably wasn’t taking her anxiety meds. She talked to Santana and gave her the pills, but Santana secretly tossed them on the toilet.

Quinn, Blaine and Kurt were pretty happy. And hungover. But mostly happy. Blaine bought cronuts for everybody. But Santana was still in her awful mood because of her crisis earlier and ended up making a rant to Blaine, Kurt and occasionally Quinn.

Kurt gave up first and left the room. Blaine tried a little more, tried to talk to her about her break down, but the efforts were in vain. Quinn didn’t give up and stayed by her side with a smile.

Blaine and Kurt were talking and then they decided to go shopping because it always helps Kurt and Blaine doesn’t really mind.

Then Blue came in. Blue said Santana was playing the victim, that she was a bitch that said whatever she wanted and then played the anxious. They had one hell of an argument. Puck got involved and threatened Blue, who didn’t give up and kept pushing, but puck just decided not to do anything. Then Sam happened. He showed up and also threatened to punch blue, but blue and Santana just said they were sorry and everything is fine now. Well, not exactly fine, but no one is dead.

Tina decided to just go to the bar and get drunk. Sam and Santana went out to have dinner (aka she gave the idea and told him he was gonna pay), Marley and Quinn went to the Central Park just so they could leave that house too. Brittany asked if puck could take her to feed the baby squirrels and he did so.

Brittany found a baby squirrel that was hurt and wanted to take “baby Finn” with them, but too many people were looking and Puck was pretty sure that was illegal, but he can’t deny anything to Britt so he just called Santana and Sam and asked them to bring his and Sam’s guitar so the two of them could sing as Santana and Brittany literally kidnap “baby Finn”.

They succeeded, but the cops arrived. They ran so fast and when they reached the car, Brittany obviously forgot about her engagement as she kissed puck. Puck and Brittany made out and Sam and Santana started making out too, and then... well....

But at the house, Katie was probably the only one not mad at blue. They were talking and then started flirting, and then intensely making out and we don’t know what happened then.

The other day Rachel came. She was late because she was on a Broadway cruise and couldn’t come earlier. (Aka they made me create a new blog to roleplay with them <3)

Quinn dragged Rachel to an empty bathroom and locked the door. She gave Rachel a necklace and told her she was sorry for everything she did to her during high school and that she was a Star.

Tina and Brittany thought Quinn had cheated on Brittany but everything got clear once they explained what actually happened. Somehow they started talking about Sam’s ass and Santana realized Blaine still thinks about it, pffft.

Tina, Blaine, puck, Rachel, Brittany, Sam, Santana and Kurt left to eat hot dogs and Quinn stayed. She stayed and got drunk again.

When Marley found her, she was drunk and they cuddled and kissed. Sam and Santana also cuddled to sleep. After Marley left, Hendrix showed up and he and Quinn had sex.

Brittany and Blaine have a secret sex room where they have cameras and they have sex tapes of everybody that has ever had sex in that house (a lot of tapes).

Tina and Quinn found that out yesterday, now everybody knows about their room and it’s not a secret anymore. They are all pervs and they know it. (Though Quinn really does wanna watch the threesome between Katie, Santana and Tina).

Mercedes came in! They celebrated! (As far as I know) she isn’t sharing the room with anybody yet. Sam told her everything that happened when she wasn’t there, including the fact that he is engaged to Santana.

Mercedes and Kurt spent the night at the boy-so-secret-anymore sex room watching other people’s videos. Quinn and Tina obviously wanted each other.

The next day, (today) they were all in the not so secret anymore sex room talking. Sam and Mercedes were acting a little weird and Sam said he wanted things to be like they were before, that he wanted to be friends with Mercedes. Mercedes said “he was engaged, there was no way things would be like they were before”.

That’s when Santana realized what was going on. She was obviously mad and upset about it, but decided to just leave the room and “let them talk alone, kiss and make out” pretending she didn’t care, when she obviously did. Mercedes stopped Santana, telling her that she should stop pretending she doesn’t have feelings.

Then, they talked about how Santana keep her feelings bottled up inside and Tina agreed with Mercedes on that. It turns out Santana is just afraid. Afraid that he will leave her, like everybody else. Afraid that he will realize how much better than her she is. She thinks she doesn’t deserve him, but Mercedes does.

Mercedes doesn’t give up until Santana is talking about her feelings and she ends up crying. Brittany, Blaine, Kurt and Tina were watching, since Blaine and Kurt were too scared of Santana to do anything and Tina and Brittany loved to watch the shit unfold.

Blaine is feeding the baby squirrel (baby Finn) when Sam joins him, saying that he doesn’t know what to do anymore because Santana doesn’t understand that he actually loves her. Blaine and Sam talk and Blaine says he should give her a little time.

Tina goes talk to Mercedes after everything was over, to see how she was and say it was really nice the way she didn’t leave Santana’s side, no matter how the girl begged to be left alone.

Mercedes and Tina are talking and Mercedes let out that she liked both, Sam and Santana, and that it hurt to know they would never like her back because they loved each other.

Tina says Mercedes should try talking to them since Sam probably still feels something for Mercedes and Santana opens up to Mercedes like that. But Mercedes just can’t tell. Because “how do you tell your ex boyfriend that you are in love with him and his fiancée?” You simply don’t. Now Blaine, Kurt and Tina were shipping Samtanacedes (that’s Sam, Santana and Mercede’s ship name now).

But Blaine and Kurt had different plans. While Mercedes and Santana were talking downstairs they were watching the two of them talk. Kurt even screamed “ITS NOT GAY IF ITS IN A THREE WAY”. Then, when they saw both girls weren’t gonna kiss, Blaine leaked the same gas that sue used with him and Kurt in the elevator.

Santana and Mercedes eventually kiss and start making out. But something goes wrong and the gas soon was filling the whole house.

Blaine and Kurt were alone in the room together and feeling horny, so they kissed, started making out and it obviously led to them having sex and them cuddling.

Hendrix was feeling hot and took of his shirt, then he and Tina started talking, Tina mentioned she was feeling horny and they ended up making out, but when Hendrix took Tina to a room, they found Quinn masturbating, so Hendrix invited her to join them, which she did gladly.

Santana and Mercedes were making out in the living room couch, when Sam showed up and asked what was going on. Santana and Sam secretly felt something for Mercedes too (aka the three of them ooc are down to a poly relationship in the rp). Santana asked Sam if he wanted to join them and he obviously did.

They decided to play truth or dare. Quinn was first and she was dared to give Rachel a lap dance. Then, it was hartleys turn. He picked truth and said the person he would like to sleep with in the house (the temptation house, as they self proclaimed) was Blaine.

Then it was marleys turn. She took her shirt off and let Tina take a picture of her shirtless. Then, when Santana picked Truth, she admitted she’s been wanting to sleep with Mercedes since they sang ‘candy man’ and then it was Puckerman.

He was supposed to be blindfolded, and he had to lick peanut butter off of the person he first touched. He touches Katie and had to lick peanut butter off of her breasts. Rachel chose dare and she had to make out for one minute with three people in the house. Quinn, Puck and Tina. But Quinn looked very bothered by the fact that she had only one minute and when she was looking at Rachel and Puck...

Once the game ended, they all went to bed, but Quinn went to the kitchen with Mercedes, and they ended up hooking up. Then, when Mercedes goes to her bedroom, she sees Sam on the hallway and says she needs to talk to him.

Mercedes admitted she had feelings for both, Sam and Santana, and also said she knew they didn’t feel the same way. Sam didn’t know why she would think they didn’t feel the same way, but he knows he is very confused right now, because he thought he would take a break from the drama of that house, but apparently he didn’t. He asked if he could take Mercedes and Santana on a date so they could talk about... what happened. Mercedes said she hadn’t really talked to Santana about this and told Sam that maybe he should too since he admitted he still felt something for Mercedes.

The next day, Mercedes and Santana talk and both admitted their feelings for each other, but Santana said she had to talk to Sam first.

Tina goes to Blue and Asks him if he wanted to do something, they end up crossing paths with Quinn and Santana and the four started drinking. Until Blue and Santana started arguing again and Tina decided she has had enough, so she said the truth about Santana, Quinn and Blue. Blue told Santana to “go wash these two faces you have” and when Tina tried an intervention Santana said it was “your bug eyed hypocrite self proclaimed best friend that decided to add to his personality the dick he was lacking in his pants” and then Blue and Santana started arguing as Quinn was laughing.

Tina said that Santana needed to stop being such a bitch all the time and pretend to be all tough when she is actually not like that at all. She also told blue he is “wannabe male version of Santana” and told Quinn to stop cheating on her Fiancée all the time.

Blue, Quinn and Santana left. Quinn, Kurt and Santana got drunk and Santana drank until she passed out in her room. (And let’s never forget the “fuck you, Tina” thankyou).

Brittany and Sam were on a trip to go chase unicorns, Santana thought it was stupid so she didn’t want to go with them.

Finn joined the house, yay! Well, not everyone was happy since Santana was still being bitter to him. Finn didn’t care, he just let Tina show him the house and explain what happened to him. Tina also “stole” puck’s toast bread.

Later that day, Puck is starving and asks Tina to go make him toasts since Tina ate his. (The iconic moment) Puck asked Tina what he would do without her, she just shouted from downstairs: STARVE!!!

Now Puck needed money, so he went for Santana. She said she wasn’t gonna help him because last time he said he needed money he ended up in juvie. Blaine asked them what was going on and Puck told blaine to ask Santana what had crawled up her ass and died. He did ask this and Santana just answered “I would say the same that crawled up yours last night but that would be Kurt’s dick, so...” she said.

Blaine asked “yeah, but what crawled up yours?” And Santana just answered “Sam’s dick, of course, who else’s would it be?” And Blaine said the most truthful thing ever: he said it was hard to know because everyone sleeps with everyone in that house.

And that’s true. Blaine slept with Kurt and had a threesome with Brittany, who also slept with Sam and Puck and Quinn. Quinn slept with Hendrix, hooked up with Mercedes and had a threesome with Hendrix and Tina. Tina had the threesome and also slept with Puck and had a threesome with Katie and Santana. Santana had the threesome with Katie and Tina and also slept with Sam (obviously) had a threesome with Rachel and Puck, got eaten out by Brittany and had a threesome with Sam and Mercedes; Mercedes also slept with Hendrix.... well, it’s confusing, for sure, but they know just how to work things out and nothing is weird and everybody knows who slept with who.

Puck, Blaine and Santana settled on Robbing a jewelry after discussing if they should rob the jewelry or consider prostitution. They went for the jewelry. Tina and Kurt already said they’re down to bail them out of jail when they get arrested. Now Blue is also joining Plaintana in the robbery.

Tina was fully convinced that Santana and Sam were making a video call and that Santana was about to masturbate so she, Marley and Rachel left the house to go get ice cream because they “didn’t wanna hear it”. In the middle of it, Santana got mad and when Quinn asked her if she wanted something Santana said “want what? Want you to leave me alone? Yes, yes I do” and Quinn cried and ran away.

Santana went after Quinn and said she was sorry like, a thousand times, and said she wasn’t mad at Quinn, but at the other girls. Quinn said she wasn’t so upset about what Santana said, but about everything else and said she didn’t feel like she was enough.

Quinn went to the drugstore and when she came back, she locked herself on the bathroom and a few moments later they heard her screaming. Santana and Marley started banging on the locked door and a few moments later Quinn leaves with her new hair cut. With pink and short hair. Skank Quinn is back.

Quinn picked up a fight with Tina and Santana, but Neo, being Quinn’s best friend, helped Quinn. The four of them were arguing when Santana started dropping some pretty awful comments towards Neo. Quinn left Neo alone with Tina and Santana and started driving to somewhere.

Quinn said she thought that Santana, out of all people, would understand. But Santana didn’t. She just made snarky bitchy comments.

After the fight, Santana locked herself in her room. Tina went to hers and Neo was still feeling bad because of her comments. He locked himself in the bathroom and tried to kill himself. Tina heard the screams and whimpers and tried to open the door, no success. She kept trying and got desperate. She opened the door and saw Neo’s body.

Neo were took to an ambulance and is currently on the hospital. Mercedes made Santana go to the hospital with her and Tina, and Santana, reluctantly, went there. Today, when everyone woke up, tension filled the house.

Santana thinks it’s her fault and it’s isolating herself from people and being nice. Calling them by their actual names and saying nice things. Blaine is concerned with her. Tina is explaining to Kurt what happened. Quinn is feeling bad for leaving Neo and Rachel is not helping and is just blaming Santana.

Santana put one of Sam’s big hoodies and left the house since she needed to clear her mind. Blaine finds her and she and Blaine go to a karaoke diner and start singing ‘Train Wreck’ by James Arthur together (omg this song’s amazing). Kurt, Quinn and Tina go to the same place and they can all see how hurt Santana actually was. After that she just jumps out of the stage so no one would see her crying and she leaves. She asks Blaine why he is even worried about her when she never did anything good to anyone, leaves Sam’s hoodie with him and then walks away.

Mercedes was with Neo in the hospital and when he woke up she texted everyone to tell he was better. Marley and Hendrix went to see him and Tina and Blaine went to look for Santana. Neo admitted he likes Quinn, even though Quinn said to Rachel earlier that: “(...)and I can’t believe that out of all people I fell in love with you!” After Rachel said that it should have been Santana instead of Neo.

Now Santana is back in the house alone with Rachel, who said she didn’t know Santana could even regret anything since last time she checked Santana was heartless. Santana said “suck my dick, Rachel” but didn’t make any rant. She just feels like she can’t anymore. Rachel said something about not being a slut like Santana and all and Santana started to tell but quickly stopped before agreeing with Rachel and leaving the room. She still can’t be bitchy or make rants at people.

Quinn is probably gay, or bi. But now Neo has a crush on her and he only told Marley about that.

Okay, it’s been 2 weeks since I last updated this oh God... sorry, I can’t quite remember everything but I will try explain in topics what happened.

Blaine and Kurt finally gave up and started dating, but now they just jump at each other at any chance they get. Quinn and Marley are like that, to be honest. But they were a little more complicated since days ago Marley found out Quinn slept with this random girl at a bar and Quinn is also still married to Brittany, even if they have a “open marriage” as they self proclaimed. Tina and Puck were gonna leave to have dinner (aka a date) but ended up having shower sex instead when Tina asked him if he wanted to shower with her when he was leaving to let her get herself ready to their dinner. Now we don’t know what’s going on with them.

Quinn said Santana had to be bitchy again and that she being nice was starting to get weird and concerning. Quinn even slapped Santana in the face to see if Santana would make one of her usual rants but she didn’t. Santana just told Quinn to “please stop, because it’s not gonna be pretty if you keep pushing me”

Sam and Brittany are back from their trip and Tina just said it was good that Santana and Sam wouldn’t have to have online sex anymore.

They all decided to go to a sex shop, well... that’s self explanatory, isn’t it? and In the end, Mercedes and Santana ended up hooking up again. Same for Quinn and Marley. (This gc is getting pure filthy I swear..... but I ALSO SWEAR ITS FUNNY AS FUCK AND WE ARE NOT JUST A BUNCH OF PERVS❤️)

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Sophie joined the house! Now she’s sleeping in Quinn and Hendrix room, being the third roommate. The next day Quinn, puck, Kurt and Santana started the day off drinking, everybody was feeling like partying so they all got tequila shots and played spin the bottle.

Sophie kissed Santana, Quinn kissed Sophie, puck kissed Quinn.... also, Brittany convinced Blaine she and puck had made something that let her get as small as an ant. They got small and saw “pucks magic stick” which apparently is “one of the seven wonders” (don’t even ask).

Marley now thinks she’s supergirl (I think it’s the alcohol talking) and Tina was talking about how Loud Santana is during sex because she can hear she and Sam. Also, she said Kurt and Blaine needed to find a way to be les loud, just like Sam and Santana, because she can’t sleep, and she also said the house is becoming a motel. Tina even said she was willing to buy Sam and Santana and Kurt and Blaine ball gags to keep them more quiet.

Also, Santana is back! Apparently Rachel pushed her so far Santana made a rant and how she is back with the rants.

(It’s been a while since I last updated this (again) but I will keep updating)

Mike just joined! He tried making a big entrance, but no one was at the house when he tried kicking the door to be dramatic, so he just gave up.

Santana went to the kitchen and puck followed, they were about to get drunk with Tequila when Mike knocked on the door again, this time he got his big entrance. The three of them were drinking the tequila when Tina joined, she welcomed Mike friendly. A bit too friendly, and made puck a little jealous, but ‘sex is not dating’ as Santana says. They were pretty drunk when Quinn decided to join them, she was also drunk, for no one’s surprise!

They decided to drink more and Santana ended up shouting the lyrics to Valerie while Mike played the song. Sophie got downstairs and a very drunk Tina started dancing with her. Now they found out Puck and Santana have weed they are all gonna get stoned.

What happens next? Well, I don’t know, they don’t know, nobody knows. hopefully we will have all the answers soon, but you know what they say: tomorrow is a mystery, and something we are still gonna write. In this case literally.

(I don’t know if I’ll keep updating this because it’s getting too long and honestly, probably no one even read til the end)

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More Hearts Than Mine - Part III

I do not own anything that is familiar to you - songs, characters, etc. This is the next part of the story. Enjoy!

This is the third and final part of this series. If you'd like to catch up on the previous parts, see below.

Part I Part II

October 5

Hearing a noise in the dark, her eyes shot open. Looking over at the clock, she groaned seeing 6:30 flashing back at her. Groaning again, she knew she wasn’t going back to sleep. She got out of bed before quickly getting dressed before carefully opening the door and walking down the stairs. She saw a light in the kitchen before heading that way.

“Katherine, good morning.” Medda sat at the kitchen table, gripping a coffee cup with a bright smile. “Coffee’s over there. Come join me.”

Quickly making a cup, Kat smiled, taking a seat at the table across from Medda. “Are you usually an early riser?”

“I’m the only one . . . that lot upstairs won’t be up until 8 or later. My boys are notorious for sleeping in, they have often been late for important events, including Jack’s graduation from high school.” Medda smiled. “Are you?”

Shrugging, she gripped her mug a bit tighter, a grin fighting to cross her lips. “There are times I can sleep until noon and other times I’m up at 6. I don’t always sleep well when I’m in a new place.”

“Most of my kids are that way too.” Medda sympazied. “But I did hear you handled Fluffy like a charm.”

Kat’s eyes went wide as she heard Medda’s words. “How do you know that?”

Medda laughed, loudly. “Katherine, you’ll quickly find out that there isn’t much that goes around this house that I don’t know about. The boys will answer to Jack before answering to me. I told them before you and Jack arrived that if they pull anything, they’d have to answer to Jack the me.”

“It was innocent . . . honestly.” Kat smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. “I had a ball python growing up so it didn’t phase me.”

Medda gave her a look. “But the principal is still there . . . my kids wanted to scare you and test your strength. And from what I saw last night, you’re a part of the family now.”

Katherine’s eyes went wide at her words. “Really?”

“You not freaking out at the snake was one thing. But you playing soccer with Albert then joining a game of chase, you’re in and they now consider you a part of the family, just like Spot, Amelia, and Finch.” Medda smiled. “And I consider you part of the family as well.”

Kat took a sip, trying to figure out what to say next. “Sorry, I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything, dear.” Medda reached over and patted her hand with a chuckle. “I’m just saying that you’re part of the family now.”

With a knowing smile, Medda sat back in her chair and watched her son’s girlfriend. Katherine gripped the coffee cup a bit tighter before looking up at Medda with a smile. “Can I tell you something?”

Medda nodded quickly, taking a sip of her coffee, waiting for Katherine to say something. “The house I grew up in wasn't great. My mother passed away when I was 15 and my dad, though he is a newspaper tycoon, most nights he was found to be in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. He never hit me or my brothers but he was so far removed from us, that I don’t consider him my father anymore. I couldn’t wait until I got accepted to college and moved out. The only thing that sucks is that my brothers are still living at home.”

“I’m so sorry about your mother and your father. But your brothers have a great sister who looks out for them and protects them.” Medda smiled sadly. “You’re with Medda now and now you’ve got someone to look out for you, while you’re looking out for your family.”

Reaching up, Katherine hastily wiped away the tears that had clouded her eyes. It had been so long since someone was looking out for her, until Jack, now Medda, had come into her life. “Thank you, Medda. You raised one hell of a son and I’m so thankful to have him and now you, in my life. Thank you for raising him to the man he is - I’ve never met anyone like him. Cares more for others around him than himself yet he’s so ambitious in his pursuits.”

“You’re welcome Katherine. And from what I see, you’re perfect for him.” Medda smiled, tilting her head slightly.The smile on her face was one as a proud mother. “It sounds like the crew is up. Warning, they’re a bit rowdy in the morning and the bickering will start as soon as their feet hit the stairs.”

Kat chuckled. “Sounds like my brothers. They’re the same way.”

“How old are they?” Medda asked, listening to doors slam above her.

“They’re 9, 14, and 17. My brother Ryan is joining me at school in the fall. My younger brothers are going to be moving into my aunt’s house beginning next fall, with the option of me gaining guardianship of them when I graduate college.” Katherine smiled, looking over her shoulder to see Jack shuffling down the stairs with a loud yawn.

Medda shook her head at her son. “That’s great, Kat. You’re still going to be in their lives, no matter what happens. Has Jack met them?”

“Not yet . . . they know about him but I haven’t brought him home yet. We’ll probably do that in the upcoming weeks.” Kat admitted with a grimace, knowing how much she had been debating about going home. “I think I’m more afraid of what will be waiting for me.”

Pushing back from the table, Medda leaned over, patting Kat’s shoulder before giving her a motherly look. “Talk to Jack about it. He’ll be there for you.”

Nodding, she watched Medda walk into the kitchen, opening up the fridge to grab the eggs, milk, and cheese just as Jack made his appearance beside Kat. “Morning, Kat. Morning momma.”

Kat grinned up at Jack as he leaned over and kissed her good morning. “Morning Jack. How are you?”

“Good . . . had a kid or two sleeping on my floor this morning.” Jack said, as Medda looked up from the eggs she was cracking open. “I had to dodge the bomb yard that my room has changed into.”

Medda sighed loudly, shaking her head. “I told them they had to clean up your room before you came home . . . I’ll add that to their punishments.”

“Do I dare ask what their other punishments are?” Jack asked, raising his eyebrow in his mom’s directions.

Medda gave him a look. “I told them they couldn’t pull any fast ones on Katherine and yet Fluffy found her way onto her bed yesterday afternoon. So I told them they had to deal with you and me both.”

“Can I decide the punishment?” Jack asked, a big grin fighting to cross his lips.

Medda wavered for a minute. “I think Katherine should be involved in the punishment. She’s the victim in this situation.”

Slowly, Kat’s eyes went wide at Medda’s suggestion. “You want me to figure out the punishment for Charlie and Albert?”

“You can be involved.” Jack grinned, reaching over to put his hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Wanna help me out, Kat?”

Nodding, she grinned before biting her lip. “I’d love to.”

Soon the topic was laid to rest, with a plan in mind as footfalls were evident on the stairs as two voices started bickering. Jack sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t say that I haven’t missed that. It’s eerily quiet in the dorms in the morning.”

“You’re welcome to come here and I’ll trade you for the weekend.” Medda shook her head fondly. “I don’t know if I can recall what silence is.”

“I thought silence usually means something is wrong.” Race asked, coming into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, giving his brother and Kat a look.

“In your case, yes it does. But for the majority of the population, it’s a good thing.” Jack quipped back, giving his brother a look. “Why were you on my floor this morning?”

Race’s face dropped as he gave his older brother a look. “Geez . . . I’ve missed you okay, contrary to popular belief. Felt like indulging in one of our favorite traditions but I see you’re a mister big shot college hotshot and don’t want to do that anymore . . . I see how it is.”

“I miss when you wouldn’t talk in the morning, only communicating in a series of grunts and motions.” Jack said, standing from his chair. Before Kat or Medda could say anything, Jack pulled Race into his arms and started a series of noogies and roughhousing.

“Boys, if you’re going to roughhouse, take it outside. I don’t feel like going to search for dining room chairs today to replace the broken ones you will break.” Medda called, hand on her hip and a spatula pointed at the two. “Now if you’re done, come grab plates and silverware and set the table. Katherine, do you need more coffee?”

Standing from her chair, Katherine filled her coffee cup, watching the two brothers playfully shove each other as they set the table. Soon the rest of the family joined them, as Medda mentally counted the bodies. “Smalls is missing . . . is she still asleep?”

“She was yelling a few minutes ago.” Henry spoke up with a grin. “She was yelling at Romeo.”

Medda looked at her older kids before landing on Jack. “WIll you go get her?”

Nodding, Jack walked up the stairs, yelling all the way up. Katherine shook her head, taking another sip of her coffee. “Sorry it’s so loud here in the morning.”

Looking at Charlie, Kat grinned. “I’ve got three younger brothers so it’s not just your house that’s loud in the morning. My brothers are fighting just as soon as their feet hit the ground running.”

“Princess of the family?” Albert asked, leaning back in his chair to look at Katherine.

She scoffed. “I thought that might’ve been evident last night as I kicked your butt in soccer? Nah, I was never the princess.”

“Pffft . . . you didn’t kick my butt in soccer last night.” Albert shook his head. “That must’ve been in your dreams, princess.”

Race chuckled. “Nah, I remember her doing a sick ball trick, dribbling it between your legs before making a sweet goal.”

“Betrayed by my own brother.” Albert shook his head, shoving Race, who had just taken a sip of orange juice before spraying it across the table.

Katherine did all she could at the moment and just laughed, thanking her lucky stars that the pancakes and bacon weren’t on the table yet. “You’re disgusting Racetrack. Albert, sulking isn’t a good look on you.”

“Katherine, you’re officially a part of the family. I deem it so.” Charlie exclaimed, grinning watching the scene play out. “You’re welcome back here anytime.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” Jack said, coming around the table with Smalls on his back, the girl’s eyes still closed. “Alright Smalls, time to unload. Momma’s making pancakes and bacon.”

The girl’s eyes popped open with a laugh as Jack set her on her chair before sitting in the chair to Kat’s left. “What did Kat do to earn a place in the family?”

Charlie spent the next few minutes clueing in Jack on what transpired while he was upstairs. While that was happening, Kat felt a nudge from her right, looking over at Smalls with a grin. “Mornin’ Kat.”

“Mornin’ Smalls. How did you sleep?” Kat asked, taking another sip of her coffee with a grin.

The girl nodded before biting her lip as if she was nervous to ask something. “Good. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can. What’s up?” Kat said, turning so she faced the girl as the entire table came to a standstill at their exchange.

Smalls immediately noticed, giving each of her brothers a mean stare. “Mind your own business, geeze.”

Waiting until the table went back to their own conversations, Smalls gave Kat a look. “Can you braid my hair? Jack said that you usually wear yours in braids and you’re really good at it.”

“Yes, I can. What kind of braids do you want in your hair?” Kat asked, catching Medda’s gaze as she put a plate of pancakes on the table. Medda winked at Kat with a grin.

“Can you do French braid?” Smalls asked with a grin.

Nodding her head, Kat smiled. “Of course, that’s usually how I braid my hair. How about you take a shower after breakfast then we’ll braid your hair?”

“Perfect!” Smalls grinned, watching Medda put the plate of bacon on the table before taking a seat.

The next few minutes was havoc as everyone grabbed for the various breakfast items on the table. Kat sat back and just watched everything with an amused smirk on her face. “You better grab something before it’s all gone.”

Dodging Smalls arm, she quickly secured herself a pancake and three strips of bacon before sitting back in her chair, satisfied with what she obtained before digging in. She felt Jack nudge her side before looking over at him. All he did was grin at her. Warmth spread through her at the subtle gesture from her boyfriend. Though it was subtle, it meant the world to her.

“So what’s everyone’s plans for today?” Medda asked as a hush descended on the table. She held up a hand, warding off everyone talking at once. “I know we have Al’s soccer game, there was something about some of you wanting to do something else. Anything else?”

Kat wanted to chuckle, the silence around the table was the most quiet she had heard since she walked in the house yesterday afternoon. “Alright, we’re leaving at 10 for Al’s soccer game then we’ll grab lunch out.”

With that, the table went back to their original conversations while Kat just focused on eating and not getting in the middle of any of the debates.

Before long, the table was cleared, Race and Charlie on clean up duty. Smalls slipped her hand into Kat’s before leading her upstairs. “I’ll go take a shower and meet you back here after I’m done?”

“Sounds good.” Kat agreed, watching the girl shut the door as she took a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Kat grinned, quickly getting dressed. She quickly braided her hair, just looping the ponytail holder as her door flew open. “What the hell?”

“Sorry Ace.” Jack huffed, slamming the door behind him before leaning against it. “Race, Charlie, and Al are all after me - this is the only safe place in the house.”

“Why are they after you?” Kat asked, walking over to where he stood, leaning over and giving him a kiss. “Mmm . . . love you.”

“Love you too.” A wolfish grin crossed Jack’s lips. “They’re trying to figure out what their punishment is going to be.”

Her eyes went wide with a grin. “You didn’t tell them, did you?”

“Not yet . . . figured I’d keep them on their toes during the game and we can execute it later this afternoon.” Jack grinned.

Kat chuckled. “Well, Al’s portion will be this morning. By the way, here are the things that you requested.”

“Perfect.” Jack grinned, leaning over and kissing her again. “Hey, just checking in. Are you doing okay?”

Kat quickly nodded. “Never better. Had a good talk with your mom, told her about my dysfunctional family, Charlie declared me a part of the family, and Smalls wants me to braid her hair. Your brothers are going to want to kill me after this morning. I really, really love your family, Jack. I haven’t felt this comfortable since before my mom died. I kind of want my brothers to meet yours.”

“Oh lives will never, ever be the same again.” Jack chuckled. “I want to meet them, you know.”

She nodded. “I know. I am trying to figure out a good time for us to go out there so you can meet them. Maybe in a few weeks.”

“Sounds good.” He grinned as a soft knock sounded on the door.

“Katherine?” Jack grinned, recognizing the voice as he stepped back from the door, carefully opening it allowing Smalls to enter. “What are you doing in here?”

Jack chuckled. “Checking in on my girlfriend, making sure you crazies haven’t scared her off. What are you doing here?”

“Kat’s going to braid my hair.” Smalls said, holding out a hairbrush and a ponytail holder.

Jack nodded. “I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll go let Albert know his side of the punishment, wish me luck.”

Both girls yelled their well wishes before he quickly opened and closed the door. “Hey Kat? You don’t mind me calling you Kat; Katherine is kind of a mouthful.”

“Of course not. That’s one of my nicknames.” Kat grinned, running a brush through her hair.

Smalls grinned. “I’m glad you’re with Jack. He usually is so focused on helping momma out that he doesn’t usually date. He worked at a local wine and canvas shop in high school that he usually wasn’t around much. But I’m glad he has you and he brought you home.”

“Thanks Smalls. I’m glad I have him too. And I’m glad he brought me home to meet all of you.” She grinned, plaiting her hair into three sections. “Jack mentioned you played lacrosse?”

“Uh huh . . . I’ve been playing it since I was 7. It’s a lot of fun. Do you know much about the game?” Small asked as Kat started to braid the sections.

“No, not really. My cousin plays but I haven’t been to a game in a while. You’ll have to tell me all about it.” Kat said as they heard a “Oh Hell No” come from down the hallway. “I guess Jack told Albert what his punishment is.”

Smalls laughed. “And what’s that punishment?”

“He has to wear a skirt and tank of mine to the soccer field.” Kat laughed as her door was thrown open and an irate Albert stood there holding her clothes.

“I hate you Katherine.” Albert said, pointing his finger at her as she gave him a bright smile.

“Love you too Al. I think you have the legs to pull off that skirt.” Kat said as Race catcalled from behind Albert.

Raising a one finger salute at Race, Al narrowed his eyes at Kat. “And if I choose not to wear this?”

“Then you can join in Charlie’s punishment this afternoon.” Kat said, raising an eyebrow. “You can decide which one will be worse but I’m not telling you Charlie’s punishment.”

Albert sighed. “So I just have to wear the skirt and shirt to the field, change into my uniform and be done?”

“That’s it.” Kat said, nodding as she looped the ponytail holder around the end of Smalls’ hair.

Al looked at his brother’s girlfriend and younger sister. “Quit laughing, Felicity, it’s not that funny.”

“Yes it is . . . I think you’ve met your match in Kat.” Smalls chuckled, running a hand through her now braided hair. “Thanks Kat.”

With a quick hug, Smalls left the room, leaving Albert in a staredown with Kat. “So what is it going to be, Al? Skirt and shirt or punishment later this afternoon?”

“Ugh . . . you suck. Shirt and skirt.” Al said with another glare before marching off to his room before the door slammed.

Kat grinned, raising an eye at Race and Charlie who still stood in the hallway. “Can I help you two?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Al that mad before.” Race said, eyes wide at the exchange between the two.

Kat shrugged. “He’ll be alright. I’ve got a whole arsenal of punishments from my brothers. That’s not the worse one I have in my stash.”

“And what is?” Charlie spoke up, suddenly nervous about his own punishment coming later in the day.

She laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know. Just know, never to piss me off.”

“So can I have a hint about my punishment?” Charlie spoke up, looking over at his brother before giving Kat a look.

“Kat don’t give him a hint.” Jack yelled from down the hall. “He doesn’t deserve a hint.”

Laughing at her boyfriend’s antics, Kat shrugged. “Paint, lots of paint.”

“You’re a sucker, Katherine Rose.” Jack said, walking into the room to join his brothers. “You shouldn’t have given him any hints.”

Kat gave her boyfriend a look. “What’s to say that paint is actually involved? Maybe I’m just messing with him.”

And with that, she headed downstairs with a grin, leaving the boys to wonder if she was really joking or not. Stepping off the stairs, she saw Medda in the kitchen and headed that way. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Get the crew moving upstairs?” Medda asked, writing something on a piece of paper stuck to the fridge before giving her a grin. “I heard you’ve caused a frenzy with Al this morning.”

“Punishment - he’s gotta dress in one of my shirts and a skirt to arrive at the soccer game.” Kat’s eyes were bright as she spoke.

Medda laughed. “That’s perfect for him. And Charlie?”

“I’m debating between two of my favorites but I’m having fun messing with him on giving him clues.” Kat grinned.

The older woman shook her head. “I don’t know why I was worried, you’ll fit in just fine around here. Smalls is all happy because you braided her hair.”

“It’s the least I could do.” Kat shrugged as there was noise on the stairs as everyone came down.

“Momma, let’s go! We’re gonna be late.” Al hollered, walking into the kitchen, dressed in the skirt and Kat’s shirt. Both women busted up laughing at the sight of him.

“I didn’t know you would make such a pretty girl, Al.” Medda chuckled as his eyes flew up at Medda.

“Momma . . . this is embarrassing.” Albert whined, giving his mother and Kat a look. “You’re evil Katherine Rose.”

Holding up her hands, Kat chuckled. “Then don’t leave Fluffy’s cage door open anymore.”

“You handled her like a champ.” Albert bit back, sticking his tongue out at her.

“I did but your mom and Jack told you not to pull anything stupid.” Kat argued back, raising an eyebrow at him.

Albert tilted his head, looking at Kat. “We had to see how tough whoever Jack brought home was. Do you ever prank one of your brother’s girlfriends?”

“I haven’t had the opportunity. My oldest youngest brother has his one girlfriend since he was 15 and I love her to pieces.” Kat smiled softly. “She’s going to be my sister-in-law some day.”

Al smiled at that. “That’s sweet.”

“Awww Albert has a heart, never thought I’d see a day.” Race yelled as he made his way into the kitchen to join the rest of the family. Race took a moment to send a catcall in Albert’s direction.

Medda shook her head, looking at her children. “Go get yourselves into the car. Jack, Kat are you driving in your car?”

Jack nodded with a grin. “Yes, we will. We’ll meet you at the field - I’m going to give Kat the dime tour of the town.”

“Okay, we’ll see you at the field.” And with that Jack grabbed Kat’s hand, leading her out of the house and to his car.

2:00pm

The excitement was high with the dramatic win of Albert’s team winning the game. The group went out for lunch, which was just as rambunctious. Kat couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed as hard as she did during lunch. Jack’s siblings were something up and she was glad she had the toes to keep up with all of them.

Now, they were in the backyard, Charlie in a pair of swim trunks while his siblings stood around him trying to figure out what’s going on and where Jack and Kat were. “What did she say again?”

Charlie looked over at Race. “When we got home, all she said was get on some swimming trunks and meet them in the backyard. Her and Jack disappeared and I haven’t seen them since.”

“You nervous?” Al asked, looking over at his older brother who grinned.

Shrugging, Charlie shook his head. “Most of what’s to come, but I’m not nervous.”

“Then why are you shaking like a leaf?” Kat asked as her and Jack came around the corner with a bucket between them.

As they got closer, they dropped the bucket on the ground before walking closer to where Albert, Race, and Charlie all stood. Kat grinned hearing the house door slam shut as Smalls, Medda, Romeo, and Henry come out of the house. “Why are you shaking like a leaf, Charlie?”

“I-I’m not . . .” Charlie cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Can we just get this done and over with?”

“Sure . . . you just need to go stand on the blue tarp and just close your eyes.” Kat said, grinning and raising an eyebrow.

Her and Jack watched Charlie walk over there, cross his arms and waited. Jack grinned, looking over at Kat before picking up the bucket, walking closer to the tarp before dropping it again. Race and Albert, along with the rest of the family walked closer, standing behind Jack and Kat.

Reaching into the bucket, Katherine grabbed a water balloon before lobbing it in Charlie’s direction, watching it splat a brilliant bright blue across his chest. Jack picked one up and lobbed it before a splat of pink hit the side of his head.

“I declare a paint war.” Kat yelled as Race and Albert joined them, grabbing several balloons before lobbing them at their brother, splatters of orange, blue, pink, red, and blue paint scattered the fence and surrounding area.

Squeals of laughter and yelling rang out in the backyard as Kat slipped away, going to stand next to Medda with a peal of laughter. “Sorry that we messed up your backyard.”

“Oh honey, that’ll wash away.” Medda grinned. “Do you see how happy all of my children are? That’s your doing and you have created a memory for them they’ll remember for a long time. And also, you established that you’re not one to mess with.”

Kat smiled, watching Jack tackle Race before Albert, Charlie, Smalls, and Romeo all piled on. Henry yelled before throwing his body onto the pile. Medda wrapped her arm around Kat pulling her close as they both laughed.

Something caught her attention as Jack started towards her and Medda. She caught sight of what he had in his hand, her eyes going wide. “Jackson Francis Kelly . . . don’t you dare!”

Jack laughed, as he ran towards her throwing the balloon towards her. She was quick on her feet, running away from Jack, running towards the bucket to grab the three remaining balloons in the bucket. She quickly made her way to one end of the pool while Jack stood on the other end, with two balloons in his hand. “Are you now scared, Plumber?”

“Of you, never.” She said, bouncing on her toes, looking around the area making sure someone wasn’t sneaking up behind her. “What are you going to do now, Kelly? You’re not walking away unharmed.”

She grinned, looking across the pool at him as Race snuck up behind his brother and pushed him into the pool with a loud battle cry. Kat walked around the pool to stand in front of where Jack was treading water. She crouched down, looking at him with a smirk. “You were getting a little hot headed there Jackie boy. You cooled off?”

“Yes, Kat.” He grinned, swimming over to the side of the pool to where she was. “I love you.”

“Love you too. But your brother loves me more than you.” Kat raised an eyebrow, looking behind her shoulder at where Race was smirking. “Truce?”

He looked at her smirking, before looking behind him at where his siblings stood. Pulling himself out of the pool, Kat’s smirk got wide, if possible, at the wet shirt clinging to her boyfriend’s chest. Kat stood, looking at her boyfriend. Jack held out his hand, waiting for her to slip hers into his. “Truce. Now what are you going to do with those three extra balloons?”

Smirking, Kat turned and lobbed all three balloons at Charlie, Albert, and Race in quick succession, causing all three to squawk at her in protest. Clapping her hands together, she looked at the three. “There, officially your punishment is over from Fluffy. Now don’t forget that I can do anything better than you can.”

“Yeah, yeah princess.” Race threw his hands in her direction as Kat laughed. “I can’t take you seriously, Race, with that pink paint you’re sporting.”

Race laughed, shaking his head. “Well I think you’re a little left out of the family with your paintless shirt, Kat. Troops, assemble.”

Before she could say another word, she was hugged and attacked by the siblings, causing her to throw her head back and laugh as every square inch of her clothing was covered in multiple splatters of blue, pinks, oranges, green, and reds. “We love you, Kat.”

“Love you too, brats.” She said, affectionately rubbing each of their heads before looking over to where Jack and Medda stood, arms wrapped around one another, identical grins on their faces. Jack mouthed “love you” while Medda just nodded at her. She grinned, having no desire to be anywhere other than where she was at that moment - all of Jack’s siblings wrapped up in a massive hug with paint splattered clothes.

That’s the end of what I have planned for this series. If there’s anything else you’d love to see, feel free to leave me a comment. I have a request for Jack’s backstory which I am going to start working on tomorrow and hope to have it posted soon.

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #writing #More Hearts Than Mine Newsies #Jack Kelly #katherine plumber #Medda Larkin #Racetrack Higgins #Albert Dasilva #Coming Home Fic

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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Written in Egyptian Cotton

Henry Cavill x OC (Naomi) one-shot

Disclaimer: NSFW, sexual tension w/ someone outside of relationship, emotional blackmailing, break-up, smut

Word count: 9.982

Author’s note: It took a while, but here’s a fic I’ve written on request of darling @cherrybloomn (thank you for all your wonderful ideas, patience and help! ❤️). It may have changed quite a bit from your original idea, going from pure smut to something with nearly 10k of backstory - WOOPS - but here goes.

PS. I just got back from work ..and..eh..WHAT?! I got like 200 notifications, which is like 10x what I’m used to getting in such a time frame. So, whatever’s going on; thank you sweet readers, it’s such a joy to see you enjoying my work in such great numbers, and what a great way to start my weekend! YAY!! 🎉

Written in Egyptian cotton

‘Well you could have just told me. Yeuss Henry..’ The pretty brunette rolled her eyes and turned away from him, her face pouting as she scooted back, further expanding the already significant distance between the two.

‘But..I did! I…’ He sighed, realising she was no longer listening, her arms crossed in front of her ample bosom as she looked out of the window of the jeep, the vehicle bouncing left and right as it drove over the uneven desert road.

The blond woman in the shotgun seat, Naomi, bit her lip, the petty fight behind her reminding her just what a ..joy..it was to not have a partner of her own. And this definitely wasn’t the first petty fight between her two clients, the two near endlessly bickering over the past week. They were far from the calm, loving couples she was used to giving tours, being a personal traveling guide for the well-to-do.

‘I hate this.’ The brunette softly muttered under her breath, the air in the jeep now so tense that it would only be a matter of time before the ticking time bomb that she, Victoria, was, would completely explode.

The other day she had in fact almost jumped out of the car after a full hour of nagging that she didn’t want to go. And now? Now she was picking a fight over the fact that Henry hadn’t told her explicitly that we wouldn’t be back before dinner, since..well..the name kind of implied as much; we were going to do a “Night Tour”.

The darling brunette had not packed any extra clothes, which is, no matter what you are going to do in the desert, ab-so-lute-ly ridiculous. People got stuck here all the time and nature didn’t care about your pouting face and stomping feet. Carefully looking over her shoulder Naomi caught a glimpse of Henry’s eyes as he bit his tongue again, the large man quietly clenching his fists before his blue eyes quickly looked away, avoiding Naomi’s knowing gaze.

It was going to be a long, long, long afternoon..and probably even longer night.

Shivering in the cold night air as she had given some of her spare clothes to Victoria, Naomi called a silent prayer as she heard the wind in her back carry the all familiar nagging voice of one very unhappy client.

Would this ever end?

‘My feet hurt. Can we go back?..HENRY? Hello? Earth to Henry?…I’m tired.’ The small company just trudged on through the sandy dunes, some pocket lights shining the way to a small beduin village where a local would tell about life in the desert and explain how the stars were used to travel in the vast expanse of this sandy landscape.

It was a pretty night. The wind laying low and the stars sparkling bright like a million tiny freckles on a black velvet canvas. Almost perfect. Almost, the peace and quiet of millions of sand grains not being able to muffle the never-ending wails that escaped Victoria’s lips, no matter what her lover Henry tried - the shame and annoyance clear on his clean shaven, handsome face.

‘Vic..- URGH - Victoria. Please. Just…’ Henry’s voice came out strained and choppy. ‘Stop.’

‘Oh YOU WANT ME TO STOP. Well here.’ She stopped her dragging feet at once, soon falling even further behind. Henry halted as well, shining his light at her, her face turned up in an angry scowl. ‘..I stopped.’ She growled.

‘Vic..baby come on. I promise once we get back I’ll make it up. We’ll..’ He hesitated. ‘We’ll..just..reschedule our plans. Look for a..a..swimming pool..and..hammam. Get you pampered, hmm? Just a few more hours, okay babe?’

‘FUCK. YOU.’ She near-screamed over the listening landscape, the small gathering of other tourists that had arrived for the tour now also halting to hear and see what was amiss with these two.

Naomi quickly paced back to check on her bickering clients, her heels sinking away in the heavy sand before she halted next to Henry, his voice just biting back a quiet; ‘I wish we’d at least do tha..’ - ‘Hey. You okay?’ Naomi looked Henry up and down, his face long and exasperated. He looked positively DONE with his darling girlfriend.

‘Yea..it’s..we just..’ He looked at Victoria and wetted his lips. ‘..Just a..just a moment, okay?’ He offered Naomi a pleading look and took a shaky breath before quickly moving down the dune hill to talk some sense into Victoria.

They truly were an interesting pair. Victoria playing Henry like a fiddle. A sweet caress, a little flirt, followed with an on-slaught of ..well..emotional blackmailing?

Naomi watched Henry disappear in the half-light, her blond hair flailing in the gentle night air as was lit up by the dozen pocket lights that shone behind her back, the rest of the group now also watching the scene unfold.

The scene where Victoria broke with him, Henry.

AGAIN.

Yea..this was emotional blackmailing.

‘Hey.’ - ‘Hey…’ Henry hesitantly stepped into the corner of the hotel bar, Naomi sprawled onto a low sofa as she was typing away on her laptop, the hour late and her hand keeping a cocktail right within arm’s reach. ‘Can I eh..’ He bit his lip. ‘..join? I mean. I don’t want to..’ - ‘Oh yes, of course! Please!’ Naomi hastily sat up and pushed aside the scattering of paper that had gathered around her as she worked through the plans she was making for her next trip.

‘I really don’t want to disturb you. Please…I..’ - ‘Henry.’ Naomi looked up at him with a stern but friendly look. ‘Sit down.’

He sighed and smiled hesitantly, the falling out with Victoria clearly having scarred his confidence a little, his large feet carefully stepping into the small nook to take a seat on the dark blue sofa. With a sigh escaping he let himself sink into the comfortable pillows, his whole being obviously very exhausted with all that had come to pass.

‘See. The couch doesn’t bite.’ Naomi winked, hoping it would lighten the mood ever so slightly as she moved to place all her stuff on the seat next to her.

‘Well that makes one thing that doesn’t bite me in the butt.’ He snickered, his voice echoing the tiredness of his body after a long day of attending to the every need of Victoria - who had thankfully retired to the hotel room by now.

‘Yea..’ Naomi said softly, her voice trailing away in the incense heavy air, the temperature inside the hotel lounge so very comfortable after a few long hours of hiking through the cold desert dunes. She had fallen into a bit of a rosy state, her pale cheeks slightly flustered, a fluster that got even worse when Henry finally laid a good eye on her.

He had that effect on her.

Always had.

‘So..’ Naomi quickly swallowed, reaching for her drink in hope it would cool her down somewhat. ’..that was an eventful night, hmm?’

‘You can say that.’ Henry sighed, sinking even further down in the pillows so he could rest his head on the backrest. It didn’t look like he was going to share his thoughts with her, and Naomi couldn’t blame him.

‘Hey..shall I get you a drink? Looks like you can use a drink.’

‘Oh no..please. I can..’ He tried to get up from his comfortable position but Naomi gently coaxed him back in the pillows. ‘I’ve gotcha, no worries.’ She said, using her fingertips to push him back down. A gesture that made their eyes interlock for another brief moment, both their mouths falling open ever so slightly as Naomi’s nimble fingers felt through the soft fabric of his shirt, noting Henry’s rapid beating heart, his pupils blown out wide.

Naomi hastily pulled back her hand and smiled. ‘Sorry.’

Darn it Naomi! He literally broke up with his girlfriend two hot seconds ago!

Besides..HE’S YOUR CLIENT.

’No..no..please..It’s okay.’ Henry muttered, pushing himself up from the pillows all the same, his eyes looking for hers but she already evaded his gaze again. A mere look of those ocean blues did things to her that she should not even think about. She shouldn’t make the same mistakes she made earlier.

He’s a client. And a very good, returning client at that. Behave yourself!

‘Yea..okay..drinks.’ Naomi pushed herself off the couch and with long strides she carried herself to the bar, out of his sight, one heated night in the city of Rome springing back up in her mind.

Ugh..Rome..

‘Can I ..can I at least have a pillow and a blanket?’ Henry tried, standing in the corner of his and Victoria’s hotel room. ‘Pffft! You run so hot in the night..like you fucking NEED it.’

‘VICTORIA dammit! I’m trying to just…ARGH..’ - ‘WHAT?! HUH? Make amends?! Oh look at me being all goooood, your superhero ready to serve your every need. I am Henry, I am too good to keep my girlfriend involved when we plan OUR SHARED FUCKING HOLIDAY.’ Victoria fumed as she pricked her long, prettily manicured nail in his chest. ‘Or is that not how it went, hmm? HMMM?’ She moved to spin around on her heel, but Henry caught her arm before she could reach the bed, his hand gripping awkwardly around the silky smooth fabric of her black bathrobe.

Black like the poison in her words.

‘Vic..I’m sorry..really..’ He sounded at loss for words, his every attempt to make things better between them, only causing more damage. His voice got close to breaking as Victoria’s words echoed in his ear.

‘Don’t Vic me.’ She growled, fiercely pulling her arm from his grip and reached for a little blanket and a pillow. ‘Here. You sleep on the fucking couch.’ And with that she threw the items at him before pointing at the couch that was situated behind a curtain in the corner of the room.

Henry blinked and held his breath, the fabric of the little blanket coarse beneath his finger tips.

Another uncomfortable night on a couch, it was.

‘Wow, look at that!’ Henry’s eyes glittered as the boat coasted over the smooth water of the Nile, a number of land workers digging through the wet soil on the river bed to create water trenches for their crops. ‘Cool right.’ Naomi stepped in besides him, joining him as he watched the men work. ‘They’ve been doing it like that for thousands of years. In fact the Egyptians became one of the first cultures to develop such large scale agriculture. And actually.. if you look to the..’ - ‘Hi!’ Victoria peaked in between the two of them, her face all smiles as she squeezed herself through, trying to get a glimpse of what Henry and Naomi were looking at.

‘Whatcha talking about, hmm?’ She smiled at Henry, who blinked at her like she had just slapped him right in the face.

‘Eh..the..the..fieldworkers.’ He quickly gathered himself, stepping aside to make room for her, ever the gentleman. ‘You see those men there?’ He pointed at the bronzed figures in the distance, toiling in the harsh midday sun.

‘Mhm, what about them? Hey, by the way, they have cocktails on board, did you know that?’

And just like that the conversation was diverted back to the many luxuries that Henry didn’t care much about, but Victoria? Oh Victoria most definitely did.

It had played out like this on a near daily basis. Like the bipolar sexbomb Victoria was, she was either a sweet, happy and bubbly spirit, or a projectile of red clawed nails and vicious words whose sole purpose was to hurt whomever got near.

Which, usually was Henry.

As Victoria pulled on Henry’s arm to attract his attention, he looked past the brunette to meet the worried gaze of Naomi. He knew what she thought. All in just one simple look.

Oh...If only his life could be so simple as to understand his lovers with just one look.

If only everything in life was so simple, so gentle, as the caress of her fingers over the cotton sheets of her bed.

Trailing her finger pads over the notoriously soft Egyptian cotton, Naomi looked up at the ceiling of her hotel room. Usually she had a near endless pool of energy to tap from. Traveling, in the end, was her life’s dream. Now, however, she was simply exhausted. Truly, truly exhausted.

Naomi just hoped that beneath the childish nagging and materialistic bullshit that seemed to make up 99% of Victoria’s being, there was somewhere deep underneath that 1% that made her a good match for Henry. Because honestly, she couldn’t see it. She couldn’t see what made the two a good fit.

Happy, cheerful Henry seemed honestly depressed. She had known him for years and never had she seen the large man shrink so small and unsure. And Victoria? She seemed truly restless, her gaze and attention falling a bit too often on other men. Rich men. As if she was setting up a back-up plan.

Poor Hen..

*knock knock*

Naomi blinked and turned her head slightly. Had she just imagined that? The room was near quiet, some muted sounds outside the third floor window of a few people walking through the nightly streets of Caïro. Hmm, strange. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She looked back up at the ceiling, her fingers trailing back over the soft cotton.

Maybe she could help him. Maybe she could..

*knock knock*

Alright. There was definitely something, or someone, there. Sitting up and slipping into a bathrobe to look at least a little bit presentable, her bare feet padded over to the door as she searched for a light switch, hands flicking open the lock to see who was there.

Henry, his lips curling in a tentative smile as he carefully let out a little breath.

‘H-heyy..Henry.’ Naomi blinked, then looked into the hallway left and right, almost as if half expecting a vicious Victoria to come chasing him down the long hallway. But, there was nobody else there.

‘Hi. Eh..mind if I eh..’ He gestured over her shoulder and she gulped a quick agreement, stepping back to let him inside.

Did something happen?

‘Yea..sure, sure. Come in. Don’t want to wake the neighbors haha.’ - ‘Yea..the neighbors.’ Henry swallowed, his eyes flying around her small, but comfortable hotel room. On one side of her king sized bed a scattering of maps and tourist info, obviously moved aside so she could go to sleep in the other half, sheets already tousled.

‘You know what...I..It can wait til morning. I didn’t know you went to bed.’

‘Oh no, please, please. I couldn’t sleep AT ALL, actually. Tired yes. Sleep no.’ Naomi shrugged.

‘Hmm.’ Henry’s brows furrowed as he looked back at Naomi, seeing she indeed looked quite tired. So unlike her, the steady force of happy, bubbly excitement in his life right now.

‘I hope it’s not about..Victoria..I really am so sorry about-’ - ‘It’s fine. Truly. I mean, you can’t really help it now, can you? Sometimes things are easy, sometimes they’re...not?’ She smiled at him and quickly moved past, hand accidentally brushing against his as she reached to fold back the sheets, a quick attempt to make the room look somewhat more presentable.

‘So. Anything I can assist you with?’ She turned back around, the energy in the room suddenly very tense.

Oh..they should never be alone. She just knew it. Everytime they were alone, things were bound to happen.

It was past 11 o’clock and Henry, her very hot-hot-hot client, was standing here in her small hotel room. Why?

‘I guess I just..eh..’ He looked around the room again. ‘..wanted to apologise. I mean you had to..’ He gestured at the paperwork on her bed. ‘..change your plans. And I really, truly appreciate all your hard work and how you are dealing with this situation with me and Victoria.’

‘Eh..but of course. I mean, that’s what you hired me for.’ Naomi shrugged it off, barely noticing the restless shuffle of Henry’s feet. ‘It’s not just that though, is it?’ She gave him a discerning look and he slowly shook his head. ‘You know what. This is really silly on my part. It’s late and we both should catch some sleep. Great plans for tomorrow, right?!’

And before Naomi could even blink he had left again.

Was it just her, or was Henry acting increasingly weird now things were crash-and-burning with Victoria?

A day off. It was almost strange to have a day off when you were going on a holiday, but right now Naomi was more than a little glad that they had planned this day for everyone to go about their business alone. And, from the looks of it, that was just what everyone was doing. Naomi had given Victoria some tips on local spas that she could visit and Henry had simply vanished into thin air.

Which was fine. Naomi wasn’t sure if she could handle being alone with him again. Not after that night he had visited her hotel room. And most definitely not now, after she had some hot and bothering dreams in which she explicitly thought of what COULD have happened, had he stayed.

All scenarios including very..VERY unprofessional actions on her part.

Naomi was feeling tense and all she really needed right now, was a nice..relaxing..stretch session.

With her room being simply too small to even sit on the ground properly, she had opted for the hotel’s gym, the midday hour meaning practically all tourists were out in the pool or on excursions. There was nobody else, which made it just a little less awkward to roll around in some shorts and a tank top as she followed along with a Youtube video she would always resort to whenever things in her life got stressful.

Deep relaxing breaths escaped her slightly parted lips as she sat there in a cobra position, head tipped back, eyes closed, arms pushing up her upper body as her legs lay stretched out behind her. Just..breathe in..and..breathe out. Breathe in ..and..

*scchwwupp*

The door of the gym quietly slid open.

Okay, just, don’t pay attention to it. You’re here for you, Naomi. Just..breathe in..breathe out...breathe in..

Not managing to calm her curiosity completely, she peaked through the ceiling height mirror to check who it was. And well, have you there, it was of course a gleaming, beaming, slightly sweaty Henry.

‘Hi.’ He breathed, smiling, getting back his breath after what probably had been a run out in the scorching hot Egyptian sun.

‘Hi.’ Naomi swallowed, quickly reverting her attention back to the video before her and acting like there was nothing awkward about sitting there in clothes that really left nothing to his imagination. And oh how absolutely wonderful it was that she was right in front of that darn floor-to-ceiling mirror, the reflection making sure that he could not only admire her back..but also her front.

UGH..the gods had a sense of humour, didn’t they?

Swallowing back those thoughts she sat back on her buttocks to follow the instruction along, the stretch continuing with a focus on the legs, her hands reaching out to touch her toes, back straight. And ..breathe in...breathe out..breathe in…

She could swear he was watching her, but it was probably rude to check.

And breathe in..breathe..Fine, a little peak then.

Making sure she was not too obvious she quickly eyed Henry, his attention averted to adding weights to a bar.

He looked good. His broad chest sporting a grey shirt that sat snug on his pecs, his shorts begging for mercy as they stretched over his generous booty and thighs, long legs covered in a fine sheen of sweat and hair.

Oh, he was truly a thing of magnificence wasn’t he?

[ Florence, Italy, a few years back. ]

‘And here, the one and only..David by the great artist Michelangelo!’ Naomi pointed at the humongous statue as it rose high above both their heads, Henry’s eyes admiring the smooth stone that bulged with perfectly hewn muscles and sharp facial features much like his own.

Though, not entirely like him, his eyes dragging down to the crotch area before raising a careful eyebrow.

‘Aherm..yes. Times were quite different then,’ Naomi chuckled. ‘..with the Greek also having pretty clear opinions on ideal genitalia sizes and shapes. Smaller, back then, was considered to fit the ideal Greek man, since it fit with the profile of being rational, intellectual and authoritative, whereas bigger penises were related to lust and foolishness. And that was very much opposite of what Greeks wished to exude.’

Henry frowned and slowly shook his head. ‘Why not both?’ To which Naomi broke out in a loud chuckle, making Henry snicker in turn. ‘Sure..why not..both?’ She winked.

Why not both?

Well. Not much later that week she had learned what Henry had meant with that little joke. And what he packed away beneath those tight gym shorts she was staring at right now, the fabric straining around his muscles as he bent over to start a timer.

Oh he surely would have made Michelangelo’s David blush - both by those ridiculous gym shorts and what was beneath.

Henry was a man of intellect, authority ..and ..well..he sure as hell was packing.

Swallowing back those thoughts too, Naomi finished her stretching sessions with red hot cheeks - her mind trying to blame it on the barely working airconditioning, but she knew better as she returned her gaze to the mirror, finding his eyes there.

Of course he was looking back at her now she was a blushing mess.

With feral eyes, face in deep grunting focus, he pushed the heavy weighted bar high above his head. The weights at either end probably as heavy as she was, her eyes staring in quiet admiration, the air so very tense again that she just had to hold her breath as she watched him lower down the weight.

Turning around, wishing to bid him a good day and leave, she simply couldn’t. Their eyes interlocking and his face turning into a teasing grin, he furrowed his brow and pushed up the weight again, muscles flexing, hair tumbling over his sweaty face.

Ugh, that beautiful chiseled face.

No matter how focused and snarling he looked at her, she couldn’t help but feel all kinds of hot and bothered, completely ensnared in his gaze. And so she just stood there, watching, phone and gym bag in hand, ready to leave but doing none of the sort.

*cla-clang*

With a slightly awkward slip Henry pushed the weighted bar back in its holder, Naomi finally awaking from her stare as a little smirk appeared on her lips.

‘Don’t hurt yourself, cowboy.’ She mused, finding back her teasing confidence.

Henry snickered and shook his head, looking away for a split second to make sure the weight wasn’t causing damage, before realising she was now really making her way towards the door.

‘Unless of course you want me to.’ He teased back, slightly out of breath, making Naomi offer him one more raised eyebrow over her shoulder before she quickly disappeared.

D-did he mean something by that? Or was this just Henry being unaware of the tease he was being?

[ Rome, Italy, a few years back ]

Blond, bouncy and confident, Naomi waved her hands in the air as she explained in great detail how the city of Rome had been rebuilt numerous times over the past few thousand years. “And look here!” She’d say with that grand smile on her lips, attracting Henry’s attention like nothing else could, his eyes barely managing to tear away from her whenever she wished him to look at a grubble of old decaying rock.

It was the first holiday in years without a lover by his side and, though he was fine with being alone, he couldn’t help but wish for having someone there to share his trips with. And thus he had hired her again. Naomi. He had hired for a trip a year prior, which had been with his brothers, wives, nephews and nieces.

So very different was this trip to Italy, being just the two of them, her hands now halting mid-air as she struck a near comical pose, copying the stance of a statue of a grand fountain they were walking past. Henry chuckled loudly, cheeks dimpling and eyes twinkling.

She was cute.

‘Do you dance?’ He asked, near teasingly.

Oh gods..he couldn’t help but tease her endlessly. It was a perfect way to get the rather professionally dressed and well-learned blond woman before him to loosen up and strike a pose like she did just now. Winking at him, a chuckle on her lips, she nodded towards a bridge in the far distance. ‘Only one way to find out, cowboy!’ She teased back, walking ahead and making Henry chase her through the tourist horde.

He enjoyed the chase.

Looking back over her shoulder she offered him a kitten-like, though also quite taunting, little smirk. ‘..tonight, maybe?’ She smiled.

Henry’s heart flipped out of his chest, his ears almost unbelieving of the very subtle flirt that had just escaped her lips.

It had taken him a full year to get the blondine for him alone. And then some weeks before she would as much as offer him a wink or tease back. But this? THIS?! OOPH, this was more than he could have wished for. He may not be much of a dancer, but her offer? He just couldn’t refuse.

‘OH GODS.’ Naomi shot up from the bed, the crinkled Egyptian cotton sheets falling down her naked curves, her eyes staring in slight shock at a sleepily blinking Henry. ‘W-what?’ He yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he watched the blondine rush out of his bed, her hands quickly grabbing for her clothes.

Only after her underwear was back in place, did she turn back towards him, eyes big like those of a deer in the headlights. ‘I’m SO..SO sorry. Dammit..ugh..let’s ..forget this ever happened, okay?’ She said, looking at him with intent as she pulled on her jeans with kicking feet. Jeans that he had so deliciously rolled down her legs only a few hours prior.

Realising what was happening a tad too late, Henry’s sleep muddled brain could only produce a confused ‘Okay..sure..’ As he watched her leave his hotel room.

Had it all been but a dream?

As a dream is a wish your heart makes

‘UGH..and these don’t fit either!’ Victoria growled, her tone of voice so very unladylike, so very unlike what she presented to the world with her well coiffed hair, elegant white palazzo trousers and silky light blue blouse. It just proved that no matter how pretty a person was from the outside, it could never truly hide what was inside.

Near throwing the “pretty curly shoes” back at the poor vendor, she looked up at Naomi, her mouth curled down in a dissatisfied pout.

Naomi tried; ‘It’s eh..actually rather normal to wear slightly too small shoes here - in fact it’s the reason why you fold the back of the shoe flat beneath the soles of your feet.’

It was obvious that this wasn’t the desired answer.

With one angry snarl of Victoria, Naomi’s words were quick to die on the tip of her tongue, her lips curling in an apologetic smile at the salesman, the man quickly shrugging before he turned to look for some different shoes that would appease the queen of drama.

‘Pff..it’s not like you know shit about fashion.’ Victoria muttered begrudgingly, looking away from Naomi in annoyance. It was then Naomi decided it was best to just flee the scene, her feet shuffling backwards until she bumped into one large chest.

Henry’s chest.

‘Woops..sorry.’ Naomi swallowed, quickly stepping aside and creating some socially appropriate distance between the two of them - quite a challenge as the little shop was packed from top to bottom with those “cute little curly shoes”, the racks squeezed so tight together that you could barely walk through the small isles, Henry and his wide chest having to actually side-shuffle to move through.

‘No..no problem.’ Henry muttered, quickly eyeing what Victoria was up to over Naomi’s shoulder. And thankfully, she had now occupied herself with her smartphone as she waited for the sales vendor to get back with a new batch of shoes. Naomi followed his gaze and quietly whispered; “Well, looks like prince charming found himself a Cinderella of sorts.’

‘Ha.-ha.’ He said unamused, then rolled his eyes at her, lips curling in a smile. Naomi chuckled.

Then Henry used the moment to study Naomi, her blond hair half-hidden behind a royal blue head wrap - it looked pretty on her. Subdued, but pretty, her face without make-up and her outfit a simple unwashed linen shirt and ankle length skirt. Like..

‘Cinderella? Hmm..I think there’s only one Cinderella here..and Victoria..is definitely not the one.” He smiled, making Naomi blush ever so becomingly as she quickly turned to meticulously study a stand with leather bags.

Pfft..what the hell was he talking about. She was hardly a princess, right?

Looking back at him through the corner of her eyes she saw him still looking at her, an appreciative smile ghosting his lips.

Right?!

[ Carcassonne, France, a year ago ]

‘WOA..did you hear that?’ Naomi looked nervously over her shoulder, the single street lantern behind them casting long, ominous shadows over the cobble-stoned alleyway. Almost without noticing herself she stepped closer to Henry, the large bear of a man right in step as they walked back to the hotel after a rather late dinner in the medieval old town centre.

Narrow alleyways, uneven cobble-stoned roads, cute little squares. The old fortified city had made for a nice sightseeing trip as they drove with Henry and his team down for a week-long team excursion in the Pyrenees mountains. The rest of the group had taken a cab, but with there being no place left, Henry had been quick to just wave them off, offering to walk to the hotel together as Naomi knew the way and “he would keep her safe”.

Something she had thought quite ridiculous, wishing to call another cab, but Henry had been adamant.

What he didn’t know was that she was in fact just really quite afraid of the dark, and so, with every passing cat or gust of wind, she’d hold her breath, stepping closer to Henry in hope he would in fact protect her if the need arose.

And Henry? Oh, he loved every minute of it.

‘Don’t worry.’ Henry smiled, reaching out his hand and folding it around hers.

Amicably, but spark-inducing anyways. Naomi chewed on her lip as she felt the warmth of his palm ooze into her skin, the simple touch calming her nerves like nothing quite could.

‘I’ll gladly be your knight in shining armour!’ He beamed, winking at her, to which the last of her nerves finally faltered, making way for a tinkling little laugh. ‘Oh...OH!’ Naomi exclaimed, then flailed her free hand extremely dramatically before her face, acting all tender and maidenlike, ready to swoon right in his arms. ‘OH it’s so SO dark! And scary! And..’ They both break out laughing, Henry squeezing her hand and pulling her closer to his chest.

And she let him.

Henry couldn’t be happier, the little moment being just what he had hoped for. Not only having the time alone with Naomi, but also seeing her burst out of her neatly built up walls. Ever the professional, it was hard to get her to join in such banter like they had right now. And he liked every second of it, his feet trying to slow their pace just so it would last a little while longer.

It was unfortunately also the only moment that holiday during which she allowed him to come anywhere near that close to her, further tempering any hope he held to finally grasp her attention.

Did she not feel what he felt? Did she not ..enjoy..being around him, like he enjoyed being around her?

Hmmm...France. It seemed so long ago.

The reality of Henry’s life was quite different now as they once more walked through a dark alleyway. Though this time with Victoria next to him.

No hands being held, though conversation warm and surprisingly pleasant between him and Victoria - she seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps, just maybe, he was simply comparing her too much to others. To Naomi. Victoria was Victoria. He had to give her a chance.

After a little evening stroll they had arrived at a cute restaurant where they’d be having dinner, Naomi having walked ahead to explain in the best of her capabilities that they wished to get a table out of view - so fans wouldn’t disturb Henry during dinner.

Feeling eager to recapture that memory of France, which he had kept so close to his heart, he reached out a hand to Victoria, her face pulling into one of near agony as she quickly swatted it away.

‘It’s too freaking hot Hen.’ She said with exasperation - as if he was stupid for even thinking about touching her - her eyes moving back to Naomi as she and the waiter seemed to come to an agreement, a simple “come-hither” wave of Naomi’s hand gesturing them to join her.

Well. So much for hoping things were okay now. Was it..urgh..was it bad to wish that Victoria would take a cab home, so he and Naomi could..walk back to the hotel again?

It was a good question to ask why in the hell’s name he had stayed with her. Victoria. Every time he decided to give it another shot, appreciate the little moments that were good, he was disappointed even more.

Sitting now, alone, on the edge of the hotel bed, it was probably the reason why he didn’t feel any disappointment. Her clothes gone and the hotel room void of anything other than the furniture and the never-ending heat that lingered between these walls, Henry couldn’t help but feel a slight relief. Slowly he let his eyes wander across the room, for the first time truly appreciating what was there.

It was large and with oriental luxury in abundance, a prettily mosaic tiled bath sunken in the middle of the room, heavy dark blue drapes hung around it and candles at the ready might the need for something romantic arise.

Not that such a thing had happened with Victoria. Not in quite a few weeks..or actually months by this point.

It was always either too hot, too humid, or she had a headache, was tired or just got her period. Excuses, excuses, Henry realised, as he saw her eyes glimpse a touch too often at other men. Rich men. Her laugh and banter directed at those men whenever she could - thinking he didn’t see.

And now she was gone. She had broken up with him, again, though from the definity of her actually leaving, this was probably truly foregood.

Henry could only guess where she was now. With the creepy old Italian, with whom she had been flirting for over a week now? Or perhaps that sjeik that had been a bit too obvious in his curiosity for her as they made a visit to his estate?

Henry felt bad. Bad for how all this had come to play out, as well as that he simply couldn’t bring himself to care for Victoria at this point. He had made sure there was a cab waiting for her, he had apologised for whatever tiny little misstep he might have taken, in hope to salvage the situation, though knowing full well that neither one of them truly wanted that. Not Victoria, but also not he.

He just didn’t like goodbyes. And Victoria had used his tenderness, abused his tenderness, to the extent that he wasn’t even sure if relationships were a good idea for him anyways. He had wasted most of his life on women that may have stolen his heart, but made him insane in the process. Either they wanted his fame, his money..pfft..even just the sex. But never truly, just..him.

*BZZT BZZZT*

Naomi: “Henry! Are you okay? I received the notification that Victoria has just checked out of the hotel. If you need some time, don’t feel pressured to answer. I just want to know you are safe and taken care of. If you need anything, I’m a call away. Naomi.”

Well, alright, at least there was at least someone looking out for him.

He sighed, a smile brushing across his lips as he reached out for his phone that lay forlorn next to him.

Naomi.

Where some hotels had nice, proper running air conditioning, this cooling system seemed to run on the coil of the earth, the walls near sweating with the humidity that hung in the air like a thick, heavy blanket. Naomi wiped her forehead as she continued to fold her clothes, neatly packing her suitcase so they could leave next thing in the morning - that was, if Henry would be ready to.

Just a few hours ago she had walked past the reception desk to inquire at what hour they could check out, only to hear that one of the guests had already done so. Victoria Koberlach. Left without a trace, without a message or goodbye.

And honestly, that wasn’t so much of a surprise. Victoria hadn’t really come across as a person who cared about the well-being of others. Especially if there wasn’t something there for her to gain. She was the most charming woman from a far, but once you got close you could see the fine lines between her brows from the many times the furrowed them, angry pouting and stomping her foot to get her way.

The princess had left the building.

Sighing quietly, she zipped open the inner pocket of her suitcase, wishing to slip in her toiletry bag when something seemed to obstruct it. Something small. With hesitant fingers she reached inside, only to find an old trinket there. And not just any trinket.

That darn fucking ring.

In the low light of the few lights that lit her room, the hour getting quite late, the golden band with the heart shaped cut diamond shone like one of the treasures from Ali Baba. Pretty, but deceiving. Not only was it absolutely not her style - too big and too loud -, it also carried with it the memories of her ex-husband.

Just like Victoria, he had been a handsome, charming man from a distance. And Naomi had fallen hard for him. So hard that her sweet 22-year-old ass had barely noticed when his caring, authoritative figure was not galant and kind, but overbearing and manipulative.

Before she knew it she barely dared to open her mouth to express her thoughts and feelings, his head already shaking as he laughed it off. ‘Oh you women.’ Which he’d then follow up with a tap to her ass or a squeeze of her cheek. He would be the one to tell what they’d be eating at a restaurant. He’d be the one telling her she looked tired and perhaps should let down her hair so it looked better with that dress he bought her. He would tell her she just needed some sleep, when she was feeling emotional or insecure.

Not in the five years they had been together, had he once truly asked her how she truly felt. Never did he ask about what was going on in her mind. She thought this was what love was. Someone who took care of you to the point you didn’t have to think or feel anymore. You just had to ..get pregnant, be a mom, raise that family and be the good, sweet wife. Before she knew it that gaudy ring was on her finger and she made herself believe that this was happiness.

But it wasn’t. It was a prison. And as they were shopping for a bigger house and she stood there in those rooms that were ready for their off-spring, she decided that she just couldn’t do it. She went on a trip with a friend to clear her thoughts, only to find that not only did she no longer wish to be with that overbearing, manipulative husband of hers.

She wanted to truly be free.

And here she was. A private travel guide, following her life long dream or travelling for her job. Setting out her own path.

Love, had to be side-tracked. It only caused her pain.

Men, in fact. Needed to be side-tracked. Because not ever did she want to sink down in that hell hole again. Not ever again would she let herself make the same stupid mistakes.

*BZZ BZZ*

Henry is calling.

‘Hey’ She answered, quickly letting the ring slip back in its initial hiding spot.

‘Hi..eh..I saw your message.’

‘Hey..yea..do you need anything? Can I..?’

‘Eh..could you maybe come over? To my room?’

A soft shuffling of feet and zippers being zipped told Naomi that Henry was indeed in the room, her head peeking around the door that had been intentionally left unlocked and cracked open. What she saw was probably one of the prettiest sights she had yet to lay her eyes upon.

The room was mutely lit, small speckles of light dancing over the ceiling, large drapes hiding most of the room from sight, Henry on the right near a large bed, folding his clothes just like she had done moments earlier. Engrossed with his task, he hadn’t noticed her presence just yet. He looked..okay..she guessed. Not distressed, panicked, angry or sad. Just..normal.

Closing the door behind her, stepping further into the room, the soft click of the heavy lock finally made him look up, big blue eyes meeting hers.

So...now what? She wasn’t sure what to say or do.

What do you do after someone just left you? What do you want, need? What did..Henry..need? She wasn’t sure, his eyes surprisingly calm, his lips curling up in a warm smile. ‘Hi.’ He greeted, standing back up and turning towards her.

Was this just him acting like nothing was amiss, whilst his whole world was in fact crumbling? After all, he was an actor..

‘Are you..are you okay?’ Naomi asked carefully, quickly looking around her now she got a better impression of the room, her eyes almost inadvertently looking for any items Victoria may have left behind. Any sign of that she may return. But there was nothing of the sort.

She really was gone.

Henry smiled again and shook his head. ‘It’s..hmm..I think this had to happen for a very, very long time. It’s..good. Yes. Good.’

‘Okay then. So..’ Naomi quirked her head, trying to see if he was lying or hiding the truth, but not finding even a flicker of doubt in his gentle eyes. Clearing her throat she looked back into the room, her feet stepping just a meter ahead, taking in what was hiding behind those curious heavy blue drapes. A bath. Ha..of course. A bathtub in the middle of the room. Why not.

Her lips curled up in a half amused smile as she felt Henry’s presence come nearer, his eyes following her gaze.

‘Nice bath, for sure. Though the couches aren’t great. I’ve..unfortunately.. spent plenty of hours there.’ Henry grinned, pointing at a little sitting nook in the far back, making Naomi grimace at the thought that Victoria had probably made him sleep on the freaking couch.

‘She really was a treasure, wasn’t she?’ Naomi said, looking back at him and finding an amused smile on his lips, making her feel less concerned for him. He looked truly relieved. Their eyes met, bodies now far closer together, a mere meter or so left in between them. He swallowed and squared his shoulders, the already humid air feeling even more tense all of a sudden.

‘Are.. you okay, though?’ He asked, quite unexpectedly, his eyes not missing the slightly reddened eyes that Naomi sported.

‘Me? Yea...I eh..’ She frowned and suddenly felt the need to turn away from him, turn away before he’d come bursting right through the meticulously built walls around her heart. Gosh that darn ring. She should have gotten rid of it the moment she had gotten rid of her ex-husband. Sniffling her nose she quickly turned on her heel, deciding to act as if she was to inspect the bed now.

Henry frowned and followed Naomi with his gaze, seeing her shoulders stiffen as she moved towards the bed, her hand flicking over her cheek as if to wipe off some sweat - though obviously it wasn’t sweat that was leaking from her eye.

‘Is this the moment where you’re going to tell me that it’s common in Caïro for local rain showers to make their apparition indoors?’ He asked, trying to somewhat lighten the mood. Naomi laughed and turned back around, watching him with watery eyes.

Just like that her walls crumbled like they had never even existed.

‘W-w...noo. Henry. Oh come on.” She sniffled, quickly brushing away her tears. ‘It’s…’ She shrugged. ‘UGH..it’s just so fucking stupid. I was thinking about this ex of mine. And..pff..you know what, it doesn’t matter. Victoria just left and now your travel guide is in tears in your room? Ha..quite a show, aren’t we women?’

She turned back to face the bed and took a calming breath, eyes roaming over the soft Egyptian cotton sheets - she really should bring some of those sheets home -, before halting on the sight of Henry’s open suitcase. Without meaning to, her eyes fell down on a pack of condoms. Unused condoms. The box still wrapped in its original plastic wrap.

Well. At least they both didn’t get laid this holiday.

‘From the looks of it we men don’t fair much better..’ Henry said carefully, watching Naomi’s shoulders slowly release their tension as she looked over his bed..over his suitcase..over..oh..dammit..the condoms! He forgot to hide those condoms.

Naomi didn’t really seemed to be fazed by it. ‘I’m sorry I left you like that..’ Naomi said gently, looking back at him, her eyes suddenly holding a certain fierceness. ‘That wasn’t..’ She took another deep breath. ‘That’s wasn’t right of me to do. You didn’t deserve that..’ She blinked, feeling the scorching heat of this arabian night suddenly catching up with her.

‘R..rome you mean?’ He stepped a little closer, eyes flicking for the slightest second to her lips, the air thickening with every excited beat of their fluttering hearts.

‘Yea.’

Did time just come to a halt?

‘Ugh this is silly. Do you want to talk about it?’ She asked, knowing full well that neither of them truly wanted to talk. The tension in the air was sparking so delightfully - just like it had that night - that it didn’t take an evil genius to decipher what was going on here. What was going on between them.

‘I mean if you want to.’ He tried.

‘Me? Ha..’ She breathed, blinking slowly as her body almost automatically pulled towards him, her tears long dried, the sweat beading on her heated body but an afterthought. Tonight it wasn’t too hot, too humid and nobody suffered from headaches, or periods or tiredness.

Tonight had been postponed for years now. And in this slight slip of time, where both their guards were down and nobody else was there to disturb, it felt almost natural to smile at one another, to step closer, to forget for just a moment that this was very..very..

Unprofessional.

Naomi stiffened again as Henry traced a careful finger over the back of her hand, wishing to grasp it but noticing the near immediate flinch that rushed through her body.

‘Oh this is very unprofessional of me. I’m so..so..sorr-’ - ‘Ninny.’ Henry stopped her rambling.

She blinked. ‘What did you just ..call me?’

‘Ninny.’ He smiled. A nickname. Her nickname. She blinked again, her body stepping back, needing to sit down for a moment, her legs hitting the edge of the bed as she slumped down on those ridiculously nice, soft sheets.

DARN this. What the hell was going on with her. Him?! THEM?!

‘Ninny..huh..you’re going to call me by my nickname now, hmm?’ - ‘May I not?’ He said carefully, a smile tugging at his lips. She looked up, her initial shock making place for a slightly amused grin.

‘Pff haha..oh gods Henry. Of course you may. You’re one of my best clie…-’ Her words died on her tongue once more as he moved to sit down besides her as well, his presence causing that electricity to spark in every cell of her body. And truly, Naomi was not a shy person at all. She haggled with corrupt police officers, she could tell aggressive street salesmen to piss off without a blink of the eye, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to back down from anyone who dared to speak up against her.

Not after she left her husband. She took care of herself now.

And yet...Here she was, flustered and giddy, her heart beating loudly in her chest and her whole body so aware of how close he was to her, how good he smelled.

‘Hi.’ She smiled. ‘Hi.’ Henry chuckled, turning his body slightly towards her, knees touching hers. ‘I can call you Naomi too, if you like that better.’ He said, averting his eyes from her curious gaze, his ocean blues looking back out into the room.

‘You called me Ninny on that night in Rome.’

‘I did.’

‘So I guess you’ve forgiven me for that bit of my unprofessional behavior?’ She looked back at Henry, having collected herself again. It was in the end so very comfortable talking to Henry, being with Henry. He didn’t seem to be bothered one bit by the memory of what had happened between them then.

He didn’t seem bothered at all by what was happening between them..now.

‘I think I was actually the one who made the first move there..’ Henry shrugged, teasingly looking back at her.

‘Ho..oh no you didn’t.’ She chuckled, rolling her eyes at him. ‘If I remember correctly you wished to order room service at like 2AM at night. And it took so long that I practically stole that phone from your hand...and THEN we..’

He kissed her.

The dance they had avoided for so long now was danced once more. Him, her, a flurry of arms and legs tangling into one another, the first move quickly followed by a cascade of new ones. Caressing finger tips, giddy laughter, tentative pecks on the lips, hands growing bolder, roaming, claiming, until every piece of clothing only seemed to have become an obstruction.

Shakily breathing Naomi started to tug on the white shirt Henry was wearing - for once not a blue shirt, huh? -, his lips curling in an enbolding smile, hands reaching down to help her strip him down to his bare chested glory.

‘Ha..’ She breathed, a hand immediately reaching down for his pecs, abs. He was bigger now. Bigger than the last time.

‘I can shave it if you want.’ He grinned, feeling her finger tips move through his patch of chest hair.

‘What?! No..no. absolutely no freaking way. It’s..’ She started to slowly nod her head. ‘..nice.’

He chuckled, eyes interlocking with hers as his fingertips in turn moved to her shirt, the cotton slightly sticking to her heated skin.

Not that he cared.

His eyes got more greedy, eating up every inch of skin as he pulled up the material, her breath choking in her tight chest as she reached up her arms so he could remove the obstructing piece of fabric altogether.

With tender fingers he traced the valley between her breasts, her dark blue bra thankfully semi-sexy - it wasn’t laundry day.

‘Want me to shave?’ She teased back, making him chuckle even louder.

‘No..no. Absolutely no…’ He leaned in closer, smiling against her lips. ‘..freaking..way.’ He claimed her mouth again, eager tongue begging for entrance as his hand became bolder, moving over the hills of her bosom, soft flesh hidden beneath a lacy harness.

‘Take it off.’ Naomi breathed, feeling equally annoyed with the thing, her throat sighing in great relief when Henry didn’t need to be told twice, his other hand eagerly reaching back and unclasping it with a flick of his fingers. Practised fingers.

‘I fucking missed Rome.’ Henry muttered, dipping his head down to sniff a long stripe up her swan-like neck.

‘Did you now?’

‘Why else did you think I hired you?’ He smirked, pulling back ever so slightly.

‘And bring the girlfriend just in case?’

FUCK..she should NOT have said that. Naomi gasped quietly, biting her lip as Henry raised an eyebrow.

‘Ouch.’ He chuckled.

‘Oh gods..I should not have said that.’ Naomi uttered.

‘Ninny. Please. You are more than allowed to make such a comment. I mean. Yes. I brought along a woman I already knew, full well, would not be in my life for much longer. Like all those women before her.’ He sighed, his smile becoming slightly more watery.

He had been hurt a lot of times.

‘I’m just terrible at choosing a woman who is right for me.’

Naomi sighed and shook her head, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. ‘And I AM the right woman for you, hmm?’ She chuckled.

‘Oh well..I guess I have to admit that I did in fact have a little crush on you. And…’ He raised his shoulders slightly.

‘What?’

‘The stretching session didn’t help. Much.’

‘Ah! You! Cheeky monkey!’

‘Hahaha..more like a cheeky bear, right?’ He winked, using the moment to push Naomi’s back flat on the bed, his body moving on top of hers, arms and legs caging her beneath him.

‘I did call you Bear, huh?’

‘Yea..’

‘Ninny and the Bear.’

‘Quite romantic..’ Henry smiled, his fangs shining in the low light as he looked down upon Naomi, her blond locks fanned prettily around her head. ‘..oh I could actually light some candles..talking romantic.’ He sat up slightly, but was immediately pulled back, head now dipping down as Naomi eagerly tugged on his curly locks.

‘Henry. Another time, okay? Please..just…’ She bit her lip.

‘What’s that?’ He teased.

‘You know what.’

‘Do I now?’

‘UGH.’ She rolled her eyes and tried to pull him down. Unsuccessfully so, because he was too strong, his pecs flexing ever so slightly as he tightened his arms to stay on all fours above her. ‘..just fuck me already. Leave the romance for later..please?’

Henry lifted a teasing eyebrow, but was not going to decline such an invitation, his lips quick to press back down on hers.

In mere seconds the hot arabian night brought with it a new memory that was written in the soft embrace of egyptian cotton. Bodies colliding, dancing, writhing, those condoms finally unpacked, as was their emotional baggage after evading feelings and needs at either end of their finger tips for so long.

‘Henry, stop stalling.’ Naomi growled, feeling his eyes on her as she lay face first, ass up on the bed.

‘Are you in a hurry, milady?’ He purred, slowly crawling on top of her, his weight pressing her down further in the mattress, in the silky soft sheets. ‘Mmpfff..no..it’s just..a few years of waiting..you know.’

‘Ah..’ He breathed with a chuckle, playfully nibbling on the shell of her ear. ‘I’m sorry to keep you waiting then.’

And with that said, he finally, finally claimed what was his, their mingled moans echoing off the sweating walls, the lights dancing along with their body song as he pressed on, in.

‘Oh bear.’ Naomi growned, her aching walls finally soothed.

It may have been years of waiting, but every second had been worth the way he stretched her out, the way he fit perfectly to her body, their hands entangling and hips writhing. Rolling sharply the crescendo of his hip thrusts reminded her just why she had called him bear.

Because where her ex-husband would have been a lazy, selfish prick. Henry? Henry was a big, burly carebear, perfectly balancing between a tender lover and ruthless beast, strong beyond compare. And as he crashed into her hips, filling her ache, burning her skin with that itchy patch of hair - which he definitely shouldn’t shave -, she was happy.

‘What are you smiling at, huh?’ Henry stopped his hip thrusts for a moment, looking down in Naomi’s broadly smiling face, the soft London morning light trickling in, caressing the feather light cotton sheets beneath her blond locks.

‘Mmm..nothing. Just thinking about how much I love these sheets.’ She teased, making him quirk an eyebrow, hip jerking in her to punish her for her little tease, her lips “o”-ing with a little gasp. ‘The sheets? Really?’

‘Uh-huh.’ She snickered, feeling him dip down and bite down on the tender skin of her neck, tickling her with his slightly out-grown week old beard. She chuckled, arms and legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer to her so she could whisper in his ear.

‘Six-hundred thread count, extra long fibres, and the more you use them..the ..HAHAHAH..no..the better..HENRY STOP..HAHAHAH. The better they feel.’

‘Mrrrwpfff.’ Henry growled biting down on her laughing lips, his teeth catching her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, their mouths entangling in a sensual slow dance, their hips quite naturally following in a slow, erotic rut.

‘Very good sheets.’ Naomi whispered, causing Henry to gasp in unbelief, his chest thundering with an even louder growl, his lips attacking her every reachable patch of skin, marking her, his cock making sure she’d feel him even long after this little morning session was over.

Naomi gasped and swooned beneath her bear’s administrations, her lips parted and her brow slightly sweaty. Just like that night. And many nights after that night. And mornings? Mornings too. And afternoons? Oh, you get the jest..

She smiled, fingers tangling through Henry’s curls as his lips hesitated, hovering above hers, his deep blue eyes searching hers.

‘Then again..’ She sighed, smiling. ‘..the sheets just can’t compare..to you.’ Her little confession made him smile, honestly, his life now calm and easy-going, their love a tale that was told with luxurious kisses, wrapped in the silkiest of Egyptian, 600-thread count cotton sheets.

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