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realcube · 4 years ago

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comfort hcs 💗 feat. overworked! reader

characters: yaku, oikawa, yams & akaashi

trigger warning: swearing

thank you to anon for this sweet request!

morisuke yaku

♡ he has concerned mom energy to i feel like he’d notice that you’re overworking yourself before starts negatively effecting you

♡ once he figures out that you’re actually stressed and he’s not just being paranoid, he will probably hold an intervention where is like ‘sit down, let’s have a cha--’

♡ but you just push him out the way to grab your coat, ‘sorry, sweetheart. i don’t wanna miss my bus!’

♡ DFRTYJUHG he just stood there like a statue looking at you like (●__●) this bitch-

♡ anyway, once you come back from uni/college/school/ work etc yaku insists that you need to sit down and discuss your problems with him

♡ then you’re kinda just like ‘what problems?????’

♡ also, after what happened that morning, yaku was not taking ‘no’ as an answer

♡ no matter what you say

♡ homework? you can do that later

♡ chores? he’ll do them for you if you just listen to him

♡ hungry? you can eat while you listen to him

♡ showering? you smell fine!

♡ so yeah, he will pick you up and carry you to the living room if he has to

♡ he’s probably really serious about the issue bc your feelings aren’t a joke to him but he lined up your favourite plushies on the couch so he could talk to them as a third party when you disagreed with him

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“i study in moderation! and i have not been neglecting our relationship; i just need to focus on my studies!” you tutted, averting your gaze from yaku’s as you thought about his accusation; did he really feel as though you had been taking him for granted? because of course, that wasn’t your intention at all and the more you thought about it, the more you realise that perhaps he was right.

yaku rolled his eyes at your response, quite enraged by your dismissive tendencies but he didn’t want to take his anger out on you so he simply turned to the kiiroitori plush that sat beside him, “duck, do you think (l/n) has been overworking themselves and ignoring both of us?”

kiirotori was forced by yaku’s hand to nod in response.

you snorted slightly before trying to furrow your eyebrows in anger once again, “their name is kiiroitori!”

tōru oikawa

♡ dsfghjkl ngl he clearly overworks himself too so he wouldn’t even notice

♡ he’s like ‘oh, you’re spending hours upon hours of a day - losing sleep and energy - to dedicate yourself solely to one thing so you can be perfect at it??? that’s completely normal!’

♡ spoiler alert, it’s not

♡ it’d probably take a third-party to point that what you are both doing isn’t healthy (either iwaizumi or a therapist)

♡ then you’d both look at each other like ⚆_⚆ wut

♡ anyway recovery time ig ✨

♡ he’d definitely just try distract you whenever he sees you studying/training/practising

♡ forget overwork, he doesn’t even let you work

♡ oh and y’all have started having ‘lazy days’ once a month where you make it a point to nothing but each other :))

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you both stared at the television, pretending to be absolutely engrossed by jumanji. however, once you let out your fifth sigh that minute, oikawa could tell that you were just as disinterested as he was so he peered over his shoulder to look at you, “this is so boring.”

you nodded, shuffling closer to him so he could drape his arm around your shoulder and bury his nose into your hair. “it’s so hard to just sit here and do nothing when i know that i have a lot to do, y’know?”

oikawa hummed in agreement, “but it’s nice to finally spend some quality time with you, angel.” he placed a kiss on your temple, scooting awkwardly in his seat before pulling you down to lay down next to him on couch.

“yeah,” you purred, happily falling onto the soft cushions while in oikawa’s embrace, “i’ve suddenly had a change of heart - i love these lazy days.”

“that was fast.”

tadashi yamaguchi

♡ it would take him a wile to built up the courage to actually express his concern about you overworking yourself

♡ but until then, he’ll show them in more subtle ways

♡ like if he sees you working at your desk - whether your posture is straight or not - he’ll rush up to you and massage your shoulders/back while talking

♡ he always sends you goodnight texts and gets v snappy when you text him in the middle of the night

♡ ‘tadashi, what did you get for number five on the maths hw?’

♡ if he opens the message and notices that you sent that crazy late at night or the ass crack of dawn, he’ll lose his shit

♡ ‘(Y/N) WHY WERE U UP AT 3AM DOING MATHS HW LITERALLY GO TO SLEEP’

♡ he forces himself to ask you out on dates irl so that if you use work/training/practise etc as an excuse..he can give the puppy eyes 🥺

♡ don’t get me wrong, he’s not manipulative at all but you just overwork yourself so much he think that the teeniest tiniest little bit of fun wouldn’t do you any harm

♡ he literally cares for you so much and he just wants you to be healthy and happy like is that too much to ask ಥ_ಥ

♡ it would take him 3 months of mental preparation to confront you but he’d do it eventually lol

♡ he’d still be super duper nervous though 👉👈

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“(y/n).” yamaguchi’s soft voice rang quietly through the hallway before he stuck his head inside your room in search for you. he let out a sigh upon noticing that - like always - you were sitting at your desk, drowning in papers of schoolwork.

he hurriedly approached you, suddenly throwing his arms around your shoulders as he hid his face in the crook of your neck before wailing, “(y/n)! i know it’s none of my business but i just think you work yourself way too hard and i see how sleepy you are all the time and you didn’t even eat the cupcakes i made you because you were too busy studying - i thought you loved my cupcakes!”

your eyes widened at the sudden contact and the string of words yamaguchi was babbling in your ear; but you semi-understood what he was getting at. so you steadily turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and rub his spine reassuringly, “i am so sorry, tadashi. i had no idea i was worrying you.”

he shook his head against the skin of your neck, “it’s fine, i worry about everything.” he joked before changing to a more serious tone, “it’s just that-- i think you should care more about yourself. take some time to relax once and a while, y’know?”

his sweet words resulted in your lips curling to a smile while his arms wrapped securely around your body brought you a much-needed feeling of peace, “alright, i’ll try.”

“good.” yamaguchi chirped, pecking your forehead then positioning his face where it was prior, going back to enjoying the feeling of your soft skin agaist his. “-so, are you gonna eat the cupcakes or”

keiji akaashi

♡ he overworks himself too

♡ if anything, i think he’d praise you for being ‘hard-working’ at first ‘:)

♡ but once he notices how much you work and how negatively it’s effecting your mental/physical health, he’ll intervene

♡ like yamaguchi, i think he’d start small by subtly doing things to reverse the effects of your stress

♡ and simultaneously, it kinda helps him too

♡ for example, if you get stress ance, he’ll do a bunch of research on the best skin treatments for it, buy the products then do facemasks with you + create a whole new nightly skincare routine for both of you

♡ or if your not taking care of yourself properly, he’ll book you both in for a spa appointment

♡ or if you’re tense, he’ll get you both massages from those professional ppl that make you strip naked

♡ when they make you get your tiddies out, you know they are a professional masseuse

♡ and he’ll take out on ten times more just to help you relax

♡ also, they’re always slow-paced dates bc like ofc akaashi takes you out to the park/beach for picnics....does he seem the sort of guy to take you bowling?? no.

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you sighed as akaashi brought a spoon up to your lips, looking at you expectantly but you simply whined, “keiji, i should be at home studying right now. you know my exam in 5 months, right?” though akaashi wanted to believe you were joking, the seriousness in your voice made it clear that you genuinely thought 5 months was a short period of time - even considering all the work you’ve already done in preparation for it.

so akaashi simply shrugged in response, continuing to prod your lip with the spoon until you parted you lips, allowing the pudding he made to enter your mouth. then, he pulled it out lower it to observe your pouty expression for a moment; you were so cute that he couldn’t help but smile softly.

“i’m sure you’ll do fine, sweetheart. i believe in you.” he said, gripping your waist before placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “for now, let’s enjoy this perfect weather. it only comes around once a year, so why not make the most of it, hm?”

before you were able to reply, akasshi utilized the hand the had on your waist to pull you back onto the picnic blanket with him, so you were both looking up at the pale blue sky, decorated with delicate clouds. “what do you see?” he inquired, gesturing up to the shapes the clouds formed.

you snickered, slowly intertwining your finger with his as you examined the sky for any familiar shapes or silhouettes in the sky. “oh!” you exclaimed, lifting your index finger to point to a particular cloud adorning the sky, “that kinda looks like my maths professor in a gallon hat.”

akaashi snorted, “i have no idea what your maths professor looks like but alright.”

you laughed, lowing your finger but not everting your gaze from the special cloud you spotted, “what about you, babe? what do you see?”

with a moment of hesitation, akaashi immediately replied, “an angel.”

your eyes scanned across the sky for a cloud in the shape on an angel but you simply couldn’t find the one he was referring to, so you whipped your head to the side to see where he was pointing, only notice that his eyes were fixated on you.

“y-you’re such a simp, keiji.”

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ggukkiedae · 4 years ago

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❝𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕡❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ Episodes 5-6

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

⇢ script form (name: lines) are the interviews

Episode 5

she was in the back oh hoseok and taehyung’s car with a book open on her lap

“makdung-ah, have a sandwich”

hoseok handed her a sandwich which she blindly reached for and nearly knocked over, making hoseok shout and taehyung shocked

“got it! i got it! sorry, i’m a mess”

she was laughing and settled back in her chair, sandwich in hand and focus on her books

she saw seokjin in his sunglasses and choked a little “hobi oppa, where’s the water?”

they were talking about taehyung’s mixtape at some point

“oppa’s music is really nice, though. the stuff you let me hear is really good, i love listening to them” “thanks, aegi”

“look at you guys and your mixtapes. am i the only one who’s going to promote solo as an idol?”

hoseok and taehyung just laughed at her “we’re your biggest fans”

“we’re heeeeeere! my trampoline!”

hoseok opened her door for her and helped her out. she took her small carriers, still two because one held all her equipment while the other held her clothes and some skincare and makeup

“is it necessary to bring work here?” jungkook asked her

“i mean, you never know when ideas will pop up, right?”

a few minutes later, you can see her running up to the cars again “my guitar’s still in the car!”

miya: honestly, i was just excited to be able to relax again. i don’t think i ever slept that much anywhere else. the oppas say it’s good for me *laughs*

the first thing she did when she got in her room was to pull her blanket from the carrier with her equipment and take her plushies out of her backpack

she put them down inside the mosquito net “alright toph, koda, time for you guys to rest from the long drive”

she ran over to the upper house “yoongi oppa! can i help with the food!” “that would be much appreciated, princess”

she’s chopping up vegetables quickly, drawing hoseok’s attention

“sometimes, i forget you’re a good cook because of how clumsy you are. hyung, you know she nearly dropped her sandwich in the car earlier?” “oppaaaa, don’t tell them thaaaat”

she was grilling some marinated pork chops in the kitchen while the older members were outside. hoseok stopped by, and she cut him a little piece for tasting

“perfect as always, makdungie”

jungkook punching the broth behind her distracted her the slightest bit by making her laugh “oppa, you’re hyperactive today”

she brought the huge dish of marinated pork out to the table and yoongi had her taste the dakgalbi

“ooooh it’s smokey, i love it!”

she made sure to get the bowl with what looked like the least amount of noodles which yoongi noticed and made up for it by giving her a lot meat

meanwhile seokjin looked at her “i still can’t believe you won’t tell us how you make the marinade for your pork” “that’s a secret between me and yoonsungie oppa”

she ran off after eating saying she had to brush her teeth

right after she did, she ended up sitting by the deck with her guitar playing random melodies and writing them down

seokjin surprised her by arriving and going straight into the canoe

“oppa?” “i hit a ball into the lake by accident” “well, looks like a home run”

she laughed when his canoe hit the deck before setting her guitar down and helping him out of it

“oh god, i’m sleepy”

she headed up to the main house with seokjin where jungkook was half asleep

she settled next to him and somehow they made themselves fit into the small bench. they just passed out despite the other members being quite loud

hoseok and seokjin were trying to wake the two maknaes up. seokjin picked her up from jungkook’s grasp and she just ended up wrapping her limbs around him and burying her face in his neck and going back to sleep

“oppa,” she mumbled while seokjin was hitting jungkook with the foam roller, “this game is so violent. and loud. and making you move a lot”

“aigoo, you two won’t be sleeping in the boat house later at this rate”

next you see of her, she’s in the kitchen whisking eggs and talking to herself

“this whole process can’t be aired to protect my fried chicken recipe,” she looked at the nearest camera “please keep it a secret, editor-nims”

while jungkook is filleting the fish, they overlay the sound of her frying the chicken

“simple fried chicken when done well is worth a lot”

seokjin walked in, yoongi close after

“oppas, i’m making chicken! what else are we having for dinner?”

seokjin patted her head “you did well, princess. what about doenjang jjigae?” “oh, sounds good!”

yoongi helped her bring the plates of fried chicken out to the table which she began to set for them

jungkook hopped out to have her taste some of the sushi making her grin

then he threw her over his shoulder

“stop hovering over the chicken and come inside to help taste stuff!” “but the bugs!”

she ended up inside tasting yoongi’s jjigae

she stayed off to the side mixing a bunch of sauces together for the chicken if the others wanted to flavor it

jungkook came and playfully put some of the honey soy sauce on the sushi and tried it

“wah, hold on, that’s actually good” “oppa, save the sauce for the chicken!” “there’s also garlic parmesan and teriyaki!”

miya: it felt nice to have a lot of us in the kitchen. there were so many things going on both creative wise and, well, cooking wise. i usually cook alone at the dorms or with one other person, but being with a lot of people gives it a more chaotic but homey feel. it’s… it’s a very warm feeling”

there were compliments passed around for the chicken, sushi, and soup and she just had the biggest grin on her face while eating

seokjin placed a small plate in front of her “these pieces don’t have wasabi, so you can eat it”

“let’s have yoonmi’s marinated fried chicken tomorrow!” “oh, good. i already marinated them in the fridge for tomorrow, anyway”

yoongi pulled the soju bottle away from her “that means no drinking tonight, princess. we want you awake in time to cook lunch”

she headed for the boat house after dinner

Episode 6

jimin popped into her room while she was settling herself in bed. he crawled into her mosquito net with her and began tucking her in

“i haven’t done this in a while”

miya: jiminnie oppa had a habit of tucking me in before sleeping back when i was younger. we got older, though, and i started staying in the studio later, so he never got to do it much anymore. it was pretty nostalgic, and i felt like i was fourteen or fifteen again

“i though jinnie oppa wanted to play baseball with you” “i told him i’d come back after checking in on you”

he settled her plushies on either side of her head which made her giggle

“you’re growing up way too fast, aegi. i can’t believe you’re an adult now” “i guess so”

he kissed her forehead “you’re still our makdungie, though. sleep well, alright?”

she smiled at him “good night, oppa”

jimin: i think i didn’t enjoy yoonmi’s childhood enough. one minute, she’s a little kid who barely reached my chest. the next, she’s twenty years old, a successful actress and soloist alongside being in bangtan, and she has a boyfriend, too. i know she’s still my baby, but i feel like time flew by way too fast

the next day, she walked into the upper house kitchen to find seokjin and yoongi cooking. she was still rubbing her eyes, and her hair was a mess

“aigoo, our princess is still sleepy”

she walked right into seokjin’s arms and closed her eyes while he slightly rubbed her back

“should i cook the marinated fried chicken?”

yoongi patted her head “we have a lot of dakgalbi, it’s okay”

she settled on the table facing yoongi while he grilled, chin in her hands as she tried to stay awake on the table

yoongi woke her up and placed a fork in her hand knowing she’s too sleepy to properly use chopsticks

she ate in silence, eyes half-closed

jimin chuckled at her “sleep well last night, aegi” “mhmm yes, oppa”

when they finished lunch, she headed straight for the common area in the main house with her book

she sat reading in between jungkook and namjoon while they painted

“oppas, how’s the weather gonna be today?” “really nice, apparently”

she closed her book for a while before getting up. she silently made her way over to the boat house where she started doing her hair and makeup.

“i’ve got to do a self-photoshoot before i let the nice weather go to waste”

a few minutes later, she’s out on the deck with her phone on a tripod on video mode. she sets it up and presses record before posing by the fence

“god, i hope this comes out pretty”

she moves around a little before checking her phone

“ooooh these are kinda good. okay let me put on a dress and take pictures by the flowers”

jungkook glances at the view again a few minutes later and lets out a laugh when he sees yoonmi in a dress all done up and posing in front of her phone

“i didn’t think she’d actually do the self-photoshoot”

nearly twenty minutes later, she’s back in her loungewear in between namjoon and jungkook taking screenshots of herself from her mini self-photoshoot

she looked up and just watched jungkook paint

“it’s amazing how you can just do that” “i’ll teach you if you want to try” “maybe tomorrow”

she headed inside the common room and continued reading in there

when the sun started to set, she headed over to her room to put her book down

she washed off her makeup and headed up to the upper house

#yoonmi.inthesoop #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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chandelier-s-notebook · 4 years ago

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Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 20: Roses

Songfic using Black Roses by Aviators.

The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have a more positive meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major change.

Reminder 93-10-01 = Tommy 83-11-03 = Hannahxxrose 93-08-02 = CupToast/Crumb 66-16-01 = Plushys 09-10-01 = Purpled

If anyone wants to be part of a taglist of the Vigilante AU, feel free to message me/send an ask/or mention it in reblogs.

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We are husks

Plushys had been trapped in the warehouse on 1889 Coral Lane, not that she knew where she was, for eight months now. When she was taken it no one took her nail file off of her person. She hid it in her hair when she was forced to change into the warehouse uniform.

She got two meals a day, and she started a tally on the wall. At every other meal, another tally was put on the wall with her nail file.

But the tallies were very much racking up. She was tried. She wanted to go home.

After five months she was given a cellmate; 83-11-03, Hannah Rose. Hannah was a street rat. She grew up fighting for her place in the world. She clawed her way to get what she had; only for it to be ripped away by a group of men and a white van.

After Plushys made her new tally on Hannah’s first day she offered the girl the nail file. Hannah made her first mark, and settled in for the long run.

Plushys and Hannah were placed in the same fighting ability category. They’ve been pitted against each other a few times.

The people in charge of the fighting ring have a few wants. They make money by keeping the bettors as patrons. And the way to do that is to have a suspenseful fight. Plushys and Hannah deliver on the wants of the criminals.

Hannah was a street rat. Plushys was the twin sister of a vigilante. They knew how to fight. They knew how to make an event.

They had learned how to riff off each other. They could fight to the brink of the end only to comeback down in a way that was satisfying for the audience and kept up the suspense. They did this for a few reasons: one, they didn’t want to hurt each other; two, they needed to keep the criminals happy; three, the longer they went on for, the more time the other kids could rest up and get in the mindset; and four, it was a little fun when neither party cared too much.

“66-16-01 v. 83-11-03!”

Plushys caught 5up’s eye in the crown. “Please get us out of here,” her eyes begged.

Hannah threw the first punch. She was so ready to get out of here.

Alive but barely breathing

Crumb was not okay. She just wasn’t. She may have been born in District 93 but she was privileged by their standards. She had a loving mother and father and a stable live. She wasn’t built for fighting.

The only thing keeping her afloat and winning was her fear instincts driving her. And a few lessons by Hannah and Tommy during whatever downtime they could squeeze out.

If she doesn’t fight, her opponent was going to break her; literally.

Just because she could didn’t mean she liked it. She was forever grateful that Hannah and her cellmate 66-16-01 took forever to finish up. It gave her time to collect herself and to hind in her mind palace. She could hide away and repress the memories once all this was over.

Hannah suggested it to her. Tommy cautioned that one day the walls would fall and the memories would hit her like a freight train.

Crumb didn’t have the capacity; she was already going through so much trauma. What was a little more after the fact?

Sure she trusted them with her life, but she wanted her parents to help her feel completely safe to break.

The gong sounded. Hannah had 66-16-01 in a chokehold and the latter had tapped out. Crumb should really learn her name.

“And next to the mat 93-08-02 v. 87-08-01!”

Hannah offered 66-16-01 her hand. She ruffled Crumb’s hair in a comforting way as they passed.

The two eight year old girls bowed to each other; shaking, the both of them. “Meri.”

“Crumb.”

Crumb was not okay. But she had to be. She had to keep going.

Sometimes we pull ourselves together

If Hannah and Plushys’ version of rebellion was to play with their food and drag their fights out for just shy of too long. Then Tommy’s act of defiance was beating his opponents in as little time as possible. Even that one time he was given a fight against eight people, he was done with them all in about five minutes.

That year Tommy spent living in alleyways really helped here.

He rolled his shoulders up straight in the ring, six moaning bodies on the floor, bruises forming on his skin. The others looking much worse than he did.

He was honestly surprised that none of them were bleeding. Wasn’t that a pleasant thought?

He stood there, breathing heavy, for a moment. An uncomfortably long moment. Like they were waiting to see is any of his opponents was going to get up and fight back.

The gong sounded.

Tommy stared defiantly at the audience, unblinking, as aids put the six other kids on stretchers and got them medical attention.

“93-10-01 wins another match.”

But our efforts fade away

With every trip to the Warehouse on 1889 Coral Lane for intel, 5up hates his father more and more.

That man saw no problem with whatever was going on here.

In fact, now that he was going to the fights with his father, the man was paying more attention to him than he had in years. 5up hated it. He hated everything about this.

At least he now knew for sure what kind of person he needed to be to get his father’s approval. A guide on what not to do.

5up stared back at 93-10-01. This kid. This kid. He had so much spirit, and he was using it to fuel his rage.

5up could tell that 93-10-01 was tried. That he wanted to go home. Soon.

Soon. They were in the final stages of planning. They had a big enough team. They’d only need to hold out a little longer.

“93-10-01 wins another match.”

5up half-raised his hand, signaling he would be cashing out.

93-10-01 turned his head away and walked off.

We are dust

Plushys, Hannah, Tommy, and Crumb sat together in the children’s canteen.

“I hate him,” Tommy said.

“Who?”

“Mr. Nicchi Jr.”

“Give him time,” Pushys said. “This is a big job.”

“I know.” Tommy look at Crumb. He put some of his greens onto her place. “I don’t know how much longer we can hold you though.”

“I know.”

“And he’s a bettor.”

“He has too,” Plushys said. “It’s his cover. He can’t come in here and just demand they let everybody go. It’ll be more intense than that.”

“I know.”

“I promise he’s a vigilante.”

Tommy swallowed his food. He glanced at Hannah out the corner of his eye. “I trust you.” He took another bite. “I have too.”

Plushys looked around the canteen. She stabbed her fork into a softened carrot and held it above her head. “A toast. To eight months.”

Tommy raised a fork as well. “To three.”

Crumbling by the moment

“To three.” Hannah raised her fork and carrot as well. She ate the steamed vegetable and went back to longingly looking around.

Her spirit was falling.

But it shouldn’t be.

She was a street rat. She knew how to do this. She knew how to fight and she knew how to win.

She was very close to breaking down and lashing out, but that didn’t go well for the last kid that did that.

Hannah was tried. She felt dead. She didn’t want to do this anymore. She wants to leave, but she can’t.

Even if the door is right there.

The door outside was right next to her and Plushys’ cell. They had a nail file. They could break the bars.

But she can’t leave everyone else behind.

We try to push away the ending

“93-10-01.”

“What?”

The guard gestured to the food tray in front of Tommy.

“Right.” Tommy stood up. “I’ll see you guys next time.”

“Bye Tommy.”

“Just hold on a little longer.”

“We’ll be fine.”

Tommy grabbed another tray for Purpled and made his way down to room 322.

“Hey.”

Purpled grunted.

“I do not understand why they have this gag on you.”

Purpled shrugged. He jokingly try to bite Tommy three seconds later though.

“Hey. Without me you wouldn’t eat.”

Purpled gasped. “You would never do that to me would you?”

This was nice; both of them pretend that they aren’t kidnapping children and just two bros hanging out. Ignoring that Tommy was fork feeding Purpled food, as they still had him chained up.

“So when are you breaking us out?” Purpled asks.

“What? Where did that came from?”

“Seems like something you’d do.”

“I mean yeah.” Tommy looked down at the food. He lowered his voice, “Someone’s coming to help us.”

“I hope so.” Purpled looked away from Tommy’s fork. “Punz will come for me.”

“Yeah,” Tommy said distractedly. He honestly didn’t know if he should tell Purpled that there was a group of vigilantes coming to get them, the heroes. He was a posh upper ten boy, what would be think? ”Purpled? What do you think about vigilantes?”

Purpled took a bite of his food and thought about it while he chewed. “Vigilantes are unregulated menaces that try to do good.” Purpled tipped his head forward. “They do good. They do good, I know that.”

“You know that? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve seen the records. Heroes have notes on every problem creator – that they know of. But there are different categories between vigilantes and dipshits.”

“Dipshits?”

“Well that’s not what they’re called in the system. It’s more formal. But, like. vigilantes create problems for heroes, and dipshits create problems for vigilantes. Those guys can’t really be called really villains can they?”

“No. No they aren’t. Usually just the local robber.”

Purpled laughed. “The local robber?”

“Yeah. That’s a thing that exists in the lower districts.”

“You ever seen a local robber?”

“Sure. Had to hide behind a few shelves at the grocery store. Dude had a gun.”

“What the hell?”

“Just because District 9 is little crime free doesn’t mean the rest of us get that.”

“What the hell?”

“People gotta do what they gotta do.”

“And that doesn’t get reported?”

“Purpled if every single crime was reported to Hero HQ the whole system would collapse in on its self because of how many things they would have to deal with.”

“But-“

“Purpled. Vigilantes keep us safe.”

“Heroes keep us crime free,” Pured countered.

“And poverty keeps me the local thief in my area.”

“You’re what? Don’t vigilantes get called on you?”

“Nah. I’m just a kid. I don’t need much and I’m not messy about it. There are so many other kids doing that as well. They don’t really care.”

“What does that mean?”

“Literally all the food stalls just give out extra produce that’s going to go bad at the end of the day so they don’t have to worry about thieves during the day.”

“What?” Purpled’s mind was exploding the more Tommy told him about how he lived.

“Loose the same amount of coins but there’s no crime going on. And the food is already almost bad anyways so it’s going to get thrown out.”

“Why would you give out rotting food to children?”

“They don’t give out rotting food!” Tommy defended. “People just don’t buy the strawberry’s that are four days old when fresh ones are right there on the table. And even if the food is almost going bad, it’s going to get eaten that night so it doesn’t really matter.”

Purpled opened the closed his mouth a couple times. “I hope Captain comes for me.”

“Captain?” Tommy offered Purpled another bite of his dinner.

“Captain Sparklez? Lives in District 87?”

“Oh that guy. He helps vigilantes sometimes I’ve heard. He’s probably coming.”

“It’s going to be a group of vigilantes isn’t it? Punz isn’t coming for me?”

Tommy decided that honestly was the best policy. “I don’t know.”

And black roses fall the same

Hannah and Plushys both added another tally to their calendars.

Hannah started to file away at the bars on the cell wall. It might be helpful when they were finally able to get out of here.

Hannah looked at the black roses growing through the cracks in their exterior wall.

“We’re getting out of here.”

“We will be free,” Plushys added.

Taglist:

@causeimfabulous @anty-kreatywna @sleepysnails

#HannahxxRose #Plushys #TommyInnit #CupToast #Purpled #5up #Vigilante AU #DoodlewashApril2021

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megalodon-writes · 5 years ago

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Misunderstandings

Pairing - Akaashi Keiji x F!Reader

Word Count - 1.5k - Part I

Warnings - slight unwanted physical contact

Synopsis - The reader sees a couple strange men at her work.

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

a/n: I have worked really hard on this fic for about 6 days now. I had the idea while watching Finding Nemo (along with some akaashi fics) and this story is very close to me. thanks to @/dorkyama , @/spicyness , @/thicchaikyuuboys , Arnold, and Victor for helping me with questions/concerns/editing. I’m not gonna apologize for all the fish facts in this series bc high key im a slut for aquatic life

“Did you guys know that otters hold each other's hands when sleeping in the water to avoid drifting away from each other?” You said into the mic, watching the few otters swim around playfully. A couple little girls' mouths flew open and they sighed wistfully. You chuckled with how sweet they were. “Otterly adorable, if I do say so myself.” Usually, when you said some sort of pun, you got a groan from others. But you started giggling when you heard ugly laughter in the back from a guy who looked like an owl.

“That was not funny.” A little boy said seriously, crossing his arms. You looked at him and smiled sweetly.

“I thought it was hilarious.” A man said, standing behind the boy. His hair was spiked up and it looked like he had forgotten to re-dye his hair for a long time. The boy carefully turned around and his eyes grew wide.

“Whoa! You’re.. You’re…!” The kid stuttered. You raised an eyebrow and looked at the guy, trying to remember if you had seen him somewhere before. The man that was standing behind him piqued your interest. He was attractive, his messy black hair framed his stoic face nicely.

“Hey kid.” The guy who looked like an owl grinned. He stuck his hand out and shook the kids hand vigorously. The boy looked excitedly at his palm, before running off to his parents.

“Are you a celebrity or something?” You asked the man. You didn’t mean for it to come across rude, but you would have thought you shattered his world from how he looked at you. “Oh, I didn’t reali-”

“He’s fine.” The dark haired guy said. “Bokuto plays on a professional volleyball team.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t watch.” You said. Just then a little kid came up and tugged on your shirt.

“Hi, um, what are the otters named?” She said, her voice reminding you of songbirds. You bent down so you could look her in the eyes and smiled.

“Hey sweetie. That one is Jasper, and the other is Kegin.” You pointed out the two cuddling and the girl's eyes lit up. “The other three are Daya, Sunshine, and Moon.”

“Akaashi! Touch pool!” The volleyball player yelled, grabbing the other guy's hand and dragging him over to the stingrays.

You stood up after the girl ran off and you glanced over at the two guys. The one named Akaashi was standing there barely leaning over the edge while Bokuto had his whole arm in. You thought it was adorable when Akaashi made a face as he grabbed Bokuto's sleeve to pull it out of the water. You quickly looked away when his blue green eyes met your gaze. Turning back towards the otters, you gave several more facts into the microphone, hoping the guy didn’t notice you staring. Once the time came, you switched headsets with your replacement and hurried to your other station. As soon as you arrived, you gave several quick facts out and took a nice, deep breath, pondering if you would see that cute guy and his chaotic friend again. The way the fish moved in the water was so calming that you watched the sharks for longer than you probably should have.

“That one has a gnarly bite outta it!” A blonde haired teenager said to his date, knocking you out of your trance. “Look!” He pointed to one of the reef sharks that had a large circular scar on it’s side. You smiled and scanned the crowd, but your heart stopped when you saw Tozen walk in. He grinned and sauntered up to place a hand on your shoulder. You cringed slightly and mentally kicked yourself from forgetting you were going to have to present with him.

“Hey.” His smile made your toes curl. “I’m glad we get to be partnered up.” He let his hand fall away, but not without brushing down your entire arm. It wasn’t drawn out, but it still sent chills up your spine and you looked at the ground.

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“What’s up guys?” He said excitedly into his mic. “I’m Tozen and this lovely woman is Y/N. We’re going to be giving you a small presentation about sharks so if you have any questions, remember them for the end of it!” You took a deep breath and forced yourself to focus on everything except him.

“Please sit on the benches and if there’s room then scoot closer.” You smiled and looked at the people. The two guys from earlier walked in and your heart lifted as Bokuto waved happily. You threw your hand up in a small response before they snagged seats in the front row.

“By raising your hand, how many of you like sharks?” You asked. Bokuto's hand shot up followed by Akaashi and several others. One little boy turned to his mother and not so quietly whispered how much he loved them. “Me too! So what we have in here are some reef sharks, a couple sandbar sharks, and a few guitar fish!”

“Don’t forget the sea turtle and the other aquatics.” Tozen laughed. Honestly, you preferred when he presented because it didn’t give him as much of a chance to do things that made you uncomfortable. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding and got wrapped up in the presentation. Your favorite thing was that every time you gave a fact or some form of fish trivia, Bokuto looked like a kid given free reign in a sweets store. You kept letting your eyes drift to Akaashi, and everytime you met his gaze you felt the butterflies in your stomach become more alive. You opened the floor up for questions and several peoples hands were raised, including Bokutos. You chose a kind looking boy with a red baseball cap on.

“Hi sweetie, what’s your name?”

“I’m Nen.”

“Hi Nen! What’s your question?”

“Why is that one shark hurt?” He asked, worry laced in his voice. Bokutos hand dropped and he leaned forward intently.

“She actually healed up nicely so she doesn’t hurt anymore!” You said, making Nen give a small smile. “Sometimes sharks bite others to establish dominance or-”

“That specific one is a female and sometimes the mating process of sharks can be a bit rough.” Tozen said, looking at you. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giving a reaction that would probably be best described as gagging. His comment caught you so off guard that you felt like you had been thrown into a hot pan. Akaashi’s eyebrows furrowed when you looked at him.

“Usually, they get playing around and sometimes just bite each other. That’s what happened to our sweet Miyako here.” You took a couple steps farther away from Tozen and continued answering questions until no one else raised their hands.

“Alright, thank you guys for coming! Go ahead and check out our other shows for the day! We’ve got a seahorse feeding, penguin talk, and others!” He grinned and waved to everyone. “Not to mention if you buy our stingray package, you get a small plushie and some food to feed them right out of your hand!” A few people said thanks as they left to find out about the stingrays and others went to marvel at the sharks.

“We have to do that, Akaashi.” Bokuto said. “I want to feed the stingrays. I bonded with them.” You snickered under your breath and suddenly the two men were standing next to you. “Hey, you’re really smart!” He said happily. You laughed and switched the mic off, sliding it into your back pocket.

“Thanks for being so excited. Honestly, it made my day that you were ecstatic.”

“You know a lot about sharks.” Akaashi said simply.

“I’m currently studying to be a marine biologist. Plus, they’re my favorite animal. It’s the whole reason I decided to work here.” You smiled sweetly but your heart sank as you felt Tozens arm snake around your shoulders.

“We’re glad to have her. She’s quite brilliant.” He smiled down at you. You stood there, rooted to the spot and clenched your fist. “I’m Tozen.” He moved his arm off of your shoulders and stuck his hand out. Bokuto shook it quickly but when it was Akaashis turn he folded his arms. “Okay. Well, I’ve got to go to another presentation so it was nice to meet you guys.” He gave you one last look before leaving the room. Your entire body relaxed and you blinked several times.

“You’re not giving any other presentations today, right?” Akaashi asked, watching where Tozen had disappeared. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head.

“No, this was the last one.”

“Ah man.” Bokuto complained. “You’re really fun to listen to.” You were touched by the small compliment. Grinning, you pulled out your phone to look at your schedule.

“Well, you guys are welcome to come back again. I have more presentations over the next couple of days.”

“We also could just hang out outside of your work.” Akaashi suggested, making Bokuto's face light up.

“Yeah!”

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darkfairy-tales · 5 years ago

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Inception - Chapter Two

Description: As an omega, Hongjoong was always treated wrongly in his pack. So when he is forced to be with an alpha who wasn't his mate he runs away. With little to no idea on where to go. With a small hope of finding his mate.

Character: ATEEZ, EXO, THEBOYZ, etc

Pairing: Ateez x Hongjoong, Hongjoong centric

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, etc

Hongjoong woke up to various voice whispering. Well at least they were trying to whisper it seemed. But it was loud. "No! He is sleeping with me!" A loud voice stated. He heard a hiss and a sound of someone smacking someone's head followed by a whine. "Shut up you idiot." Another voice said. "Look he is waking up." he heard Mingi's voice say. Hongjoong sat up slowly rubbing his eyes. He looked around seeing all the seven alphas standing around the bed looking at him. His face flushed. "I-is there something wrong?" He asked in a small voice, shyly. "No no nothing is wrong! We were just watching you-" a short hyper alphs spoke up but was cut off by yeosang whose ears were red probably out of embrassment. "We were just looking over you." Yeosang said in a better words. "Alright! It's about time everyone introduces themselves!" Mingi spoke up.

"Hii! I am Choi San! I love plushies. And I love you too." the alpha with cute dimples, San, introduced himself. His words making Hongjoong blush. "Hello! I am Jung Wooyoung! The sexiest man well werewolf. At least in this household. Pleasure to meet you my mate." the alpha with deep beautiful eyes, wooyoung, spoke up doing a sexy pose. Yeosang shooked his head. "Don't mind him. He is..... crazy." Yeasang said making Wooyoung whine and Hongjoong giggle covering his face with his little hands.

"I am Jeong Yunho. The happy virus! Will you go out on a date with me?" The tall alpha with a goofy smile, Yunho, said. Putting his hand out like a prince asking a princess for a dance. Hongjoong placed his hand on Yunho's playing along. "I would love to." He said blushing. His heart beating wildly. Mingi coughed looking at Yunho with a funny look. "Anyway I am Choi Jongho. I am the strongest here. I will protect you forever hyung." Jongho said a bit shy but also looking bold and confident. "I am Park Seonghwa. I won't call myself a head alpha. But I am the oldest here. And I lead these childrens." Seonghwa says snorting when Yunho complained about how they were not children.

"I am Kim Hongjoong. F-From Dark Rose pack. I was born in 1998. Uh... and I don't really have anything to say." Hongjoong says looking down. "You are the second oldest here then! You are the same age as Seonghwa and Yunho hyung. Remaining of us are younger." Wooyoung says with a silly grin. "Come on. Let's get you something to eat. I made some braised chicken. With Seonghwa hyung's help." Yeosang says. Jongho helps Hongjoong get up from the bed. They all went downstairs and into the kitchen and let Hongjoong sit down on one of the chairs as they also sat down around him on the dining table while Yeosang went to serve the braised chicken to Hongjoong along with rice and some side dishes.

"Eat up. You need to gain more energy." Seonghwa says with a smile. Hongjoong looks around unsurely. "Are you guys.. not eating?" He asked. "No. Why? Want to eat together?" Yunho asked. "It's just.. in my previous pack they don't let me or other omegas eat until the alphas do. I mean most of the pack does that. So.." Hongjoong trailed down. "That's so cruel! We don't do that here! Don't worry. We eat whenever we want. Wherever we want. It's doesn't matter hyung." San says. Hongjoong starts eating, a bit shy being surrounded by seven alphas. This was all so new. He had never been looked at in this way. With so much love and care. It was almost overwhelming. But he liked it.

Mingi leans down wiping the corner of his mouth while he was eating. "You got some sauce there." The younger giggled. "Hyung is so cute." Wooyoung says as he leaned down on his arns watching Hongjoong making the omega turn beet red. "I am so glad that you are our mate. We can't ask for anything more. You are perfect." Seonghwa says with a kind smile making Hongjoong's heart flutter.

After tons of compliments, teasing and funny arguments Hongjoong finally finished eating. He offered to do the dishes but Jongho, the maknae didn't let him. "You don't have to do anything. We can handle this." He younger had said as we went away with the dishes to wash them. Hongjoong could only pout feeling bad for making the younger wash them. "Okay! Who wants to go out! I want to run. And also go to meet Jongin hyung and others!" Yunho hollered. Everyone agreeing. "Who is Jongin hyung?" Hongjoong asks looking up at Mingi. "He is our brother, well cousin brother. We are a part of the same pack, Aurora. They just live in the different pack house. Our territory is spread wide. There are many of us in different pack houses. And we have a name for every pack house. For example we are called ATEEZ. Jongin hyung is from EXO. They were the one who started all this. They gathered around our cousins and close friends and made Aurora. There is also a pack house named BTS. And also THEBOYZ." Mingi explains. "You are going to meet them today! I am sure they will love you!" Wooyoung says.

"I will go with you all?" Hongjoong asks. "Yes of course. We are going to run together." Yeosang says. Hongjoong's eyes sparkled at the thought. "Really! Yay! I am happy. I was never allowed to go outside. But I can run with you all today." He exclaims happily but the others froze. "You were allowed to go outside?" San asked frowning not knowing what to think about it. "Yeah. They never allowed me to run with them. The most I could do was stray inside or around the pack house. They never let me go into the woods. At least since 5 years." Hongjoong said, a sad look on his face. "Oh goodness." Seonghwa mumbles surprised. "It's okay now. You can go with us everytime you want to." Yunho says.

They all got ready to go. They put their extra clothes in bag, one bag for each one of them. They went out of the house turning into their wolf forms. Hongjoong look at how almost all his alphas had black fur. They were giant. Bigger than him. And no doubt stronger. He was shy as he changed into his wolf form too. The others looking at him. His wolf had white fur in contrast to the seven alphas. Yunho howled a bit as he walked towards Hongjoong nuzzling his head against the omega in a loving manner. Seonghwa barked signalling everyone to get ready for the run. All of them had the bag which contained their between their jaws. Seonghwa started running, but not too fast towards the west. The others followed him including hongjoong. They goofed around even in their wolf forms in order to make Hongjoong feel at ease.

After twenty minutes, which seemed short considering they ran very fast, they reached a huge pack house. Seonghwa led them towards the small outhouse they had outside where they changed back into their human forms putting on the clothes they bought with them. Hongjoong was blushing red looking at his alphas. He put on the clothes Wooyoung packed for him. He put on the black pant first. It was comfortable to wear and just his size. Next he put on the white sweatshirt which was a bit bigger. And it probably belonged to Seonghwa considering it had seonghwa's scent on it. "All done?" Seonghwa asked. Everyone nodded. "Our joongie hyung looks so cute." Mingi squeals pinching hongjoong's cheeks leaving the omega pouting.

"Let's go then." Yunho says excitedly. They exited the small outhouse. They walked up towards the huge house, seonghwa ringing the door bell. The door was opened by a tall man with huge but cute ears. "Welcome everyone! Come in! Come in! I see we have someone new today. I have a guess on who he is." The man said letting them in looking at hongjoong and giving the others a cheeky smile. Hongjoong was holding the back of Yunho's shirt as he stood behind the tall alpha hiding himself out of shyness and also from the way he felt so nervous. Other people came down the stairs. Hongjoong looks at them, his eyes falling on one of the male who was obviously pregnant being held by who he assumed was the mate.

"Wow Hyung. How are you feeling? Is Jongin hyung still being annoying?" Yeosang asks the pregnant omega teasingly causing the omega to grumble. "Chanyeol and Baekhyun are more annoying than anything. And I don't know if I want to stab them or spare them." the omega grumbles. They all went to the spacious living room. "Introduction first!" San says leaning his back against the large couch. Everyone introduced themselves to Hongjoong. He relaxed realizing the others were really nice and welcoming. "So who is the new addition we see?" Beakhyun, the omega also the mate of the alphas Chanyeol and Sehun asked, referring to Hongjoong. Seonghwa wraps his arms around Hongjoong's shoulder gently. "He is Kim Hongjoong. Our mate." He says. "I knew it!" Chanyeol hollered clapping. "Our you say?" Minseok who was the oldest and also omega asked. "All seven of them are my alphas." It was Hongjoong who answered. Lay, the beta who was the head alpha's mate gasped. "Oh my god. That's wow... Goodluck handling these seven rowdy pups." He said jokingly. "Which one is your previous pack Hongjoong?" The head alpha Suho asks. "Dark Rose." Hongjoong answered looking down. He was not proud of the fact that he was from Dark Rose since his uncle took over. His uncle was the reason the pack had a bad reputation.

He had half expected the others to judge him over the fact that he was a part of Dark Rose pack. But he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I am glad you came out from that hell hole." Kyungsoo says. "Exactly. I don't know if we ever knew each other or so. But me and Kyungsoo also came from Dark Rose. It was long ago. But yeah we ran away there. And we met others after that. We understand what you must have gone through in that pack." Baekhyun says. "I am sorry." Hongjoong says. "Ayee why are you saying sorry. It's not your fault." Chen says. "The head alpha is my uncle. I am.. I am Kim Hakjoon's son. I was... I was supposed to take over the pack with my mate. But my uncle took away everything. If only I was strong I could have made it better for everyone." Hongjoong says as tears filled his eyes.

"Oh my god I didn't recognized you are Hakjoon alpha's son. You have grown so much. We have seen you in different occasions. Your parents were great leaders." Baekhyun says surprised. "Whatever happened. Leave those memories behind. Now you can have a new start and have new beautiful memories with all of us." Kyungsoo says as a sob escapes him. His pregnancy mood swings hitting him. Jongin hugging his omega quickly whispering comforting words. The sight made Hongjoong smile. Yunho noticing the smile on Hongjoong smiled too. He pulled the omega on his lap. Hugging him from behind. Wooyoung complaining at the side about how Yunho was hogging their baby all alone.

"Hongjoong as a welcoming party how about we have a hang out but only for us omegas and betas. Alphas can go do something on their own." Minseok suggested with a bright smile. "And here comes trouble." Chen mutters yelping when Minseok hit him while giving him a glare. "That would be great." Hongjoong agrees. "Okay then Suho do call the others to get their omegas here!" Lay says clapping his hand. Suho sighs as he calls THEBOYZ and BTS. Telling them about what happened. "Come come!!! We need to get ready for the hangout." Baekhyun says with a smirk. They all stood up. Hongjoong was led upstairs by the older omegas. "Hyung we expect you all to give us our omega back on time." Yunho shouted over them.

"Oh no. We don't have food ready. Omg there are going to be four hungry and pregnant omegas." Chen curses under his breath. "Minseok is going to have your head if he can't find his favorite snacks." Wooyoung said bursting out laughing. "You are gonna know the struggle one Hongjoong gets pregnant." Chen said with an eye roll. "So we shall get the snacks and food ready shouldn't we?" Jongin said. "Okay let's get back to work boys! We don't want angry, hungry and frustrated omega and betas today. So we might as well get to work." Suho said. They split their works and got to work to keep food and everything ready. Seonghwa and others were happy knowing Hongjoong was fitting just right in with the others. They all went to set up the large room upstairs where the omegas and betas usually hangs out when they are together. Every alphas in the house ready to make their mates happy.

[Inception Masterlist]

Hello everyone! Haha this is going to be a mess. But a beautiful one. Imagine Exo, BTS, Ateez and TheBoyz together 😂😂 Chaos. And yes that chaos is about to happen. Stay tuned for the next chapter! 💀 It is gonna be filled with fun.

I hope fans especially, especially mutifans, would love this hehe ❤ Please don't forget to like and reblog this. Thank you everyone. Love you all. Buiii~ ♪ ♬

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oikirstein · 4 years ago

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1-50

i—

idk if this serious or not but i’m going to do it anyways 😁

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

on oikawa 😏

2. what’s your favorite candy?

my favorite candy are those rainbow sour belts and also that tamarind candy that you push up in the green container with a red cap

3. favorite love song?

i have such a hard time picking my favorite songs because it always changes but right now, it’s probably white ferrari by frank ocean which probably is more of a falling out of love song than a love song but oh well

4. what was your first kiss like?

lmaooooo hahaha n e wayz

5. what was your last kiss like?

the last person i kissed was my oikawa plushie

6. sexual/romantic orientation?

heteroromantic (i think) & bisexual

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

what about a poem in a love letter 😉

8. favorite fanfic trope?

50k words slowburn enemies to lovers with eventual mutal pining but they’re both too prideful and blinded by their “hate” that the tension keeps building and building until one of them goes “you wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid” and then they makeout until they pull apart so the other can say “what now?”

9. have you ever been in love?

no </3

10. favorite milkshake flavor?

oreo/cookies and cream/chocolate and vanilla swirl

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

answered

12. favorite flowers?

probably hibiscuses, roses, purple hydrangeas and irises, baby’s breath, and cherry blossoms (or is that classified as a tree)

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

i don’t really wear expensive perfume or anything but my favorite scents one of my favorite scents is rose from bath and body. some of my other favorite scents are winter candy apple, black cherry merlot, japanese cherry blossom, and cucumber melon

14. favorite candle scent?

i like candles that smell refreshing. candles that smell like food or something too sweet (like snickerdoodles or caramel) give me headaches.

15. what’s your ideal first date?

my ideal first date would be making each other short little playlists on spotify and driving around late at night heading towards the sunset while we play each other the songs and rate them.

16. favorite love story?

me and oikawa 🥰

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

one of those nice silky button ups with the sleeve rolled up to their elbows and a few of the top buttons popped open + nice black slacks

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

red velvet is just chocolate with red food coloring and cream cheese frosting so do i really need to pick between the two?

19. snow, rain, or sun?

as someone from the west, i would like to say snow but i know i love the sunny days

20. sweetest romantic memory?

when i got my oikawa plush in the mail

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

i must be dumb because when i read this i thought of the sims—like the game with bob pancakes. i haven't played that many dating simulator games but for now i’d say mystic messenger because talking to 707 gives me serotonin

22. fictional crushes?

*harshly exhales through nose*

my current brainrots go as following in no particular order:

toru oikawa

jean kirsten

rintaro suna

levi ackerman

ryota kise

mikasa ackerman

annie leonhart

armin arlert

koshi sugawara

kyoko kirigiri

sayaka maizono

byakuya togami

nozomu nanashima

LANGA HASEGAWA

shoto todoroki

dabi

hawks

shouta aizawa

denki kaminari

should i go on 🤔

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

answered

24. what makes you blush?

physical contact and witty remarks

25. do you believe in love at first sight?

no because i think to be in love there needs to be an established form of trust

26. do you believe in soulmates?

answered

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

denim jackets for sure

28. what’s your sign?

leo sun, libra moon, capricorn rising

29. are you single?

yeah 🙂 but that can change 😏

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

be charmed

31. guitar or piano?

i really want to buy an electric so im saving my money, but i have an acoustic and a keyboard. i’m pretty basic on the acoustic i can’t do barre chords to save my life but i’m trying to get better at piano haha. if i had to pick, then i wish i could master piano.

30. favorite romcom?

i like to watch the notebook :)

33. do you fall in love easily?

please i almost applied for a job at pet smart because a cute guy worked there

34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

i want to say no because they’re tacky but some of them are cute

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

i would prefer to be proposed to. my dream proposal would be quaint and intimate, maybe going to a little place that holds a significant memory for the both of us or maybe it would be in aisle 3 of 7/11 🤷🏽‍♀️ i think the only thing that matters is that we’re both sure of our feelings for each other and are ready to commit to a life of love

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?

star gazing thru the sunroof of their car in the woods or smth 🥺

37. do you like to dance?

i’m not good at dancing, but i’ll dice roll into every room

38. what’s your OTP?

dramione aka the blueprint for my love of enemies to lovers + tsunderes

and also kagehina because they just have so much chemistry and also because they’re my comfort ship

like before i even really got into the fandom, i was sitting there on netflix like “they would be cute together”

39. kittens or puppies?

puppies!

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

i really only drink hot chocolate in winter or around the holidays so i think i’d say tea. my favorite to drink is black tea with 3 teaspoons of sugar and a splash of milk

41. favorite soda?

diet coke or royal (filipino brand orange soda)

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

lying dramatically on the sofa and pretending i’m dead to practice how my body is going to look when i finally kick the bucket

43. favorite ABBA song?

gimmie! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight), waterloo, dancing queen, mamma mia, andante andante, one of us, thank you for the music, and lay all your love on me

sorry lol i can't pick a favorite

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

sorry i can’t answer this one without the people 😣

45. favorite pajamas?

they’re red fleece plaid pajama pants and a black tank top or just a really baggy shirt

46. favorite liquor?

this feels illegal to answer

47. do you think about love a lot?

yeah *sighs* i might try shifting to haiykuu or something

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

a walk on the beach 🤩

49. hand kisses or nose kisses?

wait those are both so cute. nose kisses and inner wrist kisses

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

my dream house would probably be something like a colonial modern house with a porch that wraps all the way around, blue shutters, and a painting room, with a big kitchen, maybe 2 stories, 3-4 bedrooms with 4-5 bathrooms (yes i want every room to have an ensuite bathroom), central vacuum system, dishwasher, etc.

i just want a semi-large house with all the things i wasn’t able to have growing up

#gel's letterbox #anon.letters #phew that took me way longer than it needed to

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tiernamente · 5 years ago

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Hello! 💫✨💛 This is the love bot! I am here to ask you to describe your mutuals as your favorite things/feelings! Spread some love during these tough times 💛✨💫 Then send this to 10 people and keep the love going 💛

This is gonna be a long list cause I have a lot of love to share!🥺💖💖💖

@chaylani nerdy memorabilia, cuddles with my pets (Benji and Mochi) & good morning messages

Elle, my love, my adorable dork, my one and only. Am I writing a love poem? (maybe) I remember when you first messaged me and we realized that we’re both really nerdy. We’ve bonded over our shared interests which resulted in our strong bond. I trusted you instantaneously and you make me all soft which is why I can’t see my life without you now.

@khaleesionjupiter my obsession of plushies, blankets & mugs

My baby! Whenever I receive a message from you, I get this instant feeling of wanting to hug you and protect you. Nothing can stop us from fulfilling our evil mad scientists plans. You crack me up and make me smile so fast that it’s crazy. Thank you for being you.

@do-you-know-bts deep talks with friends & warm cups of coffee

Helena, we both now that our sleep schedules suck but at 4am the thoughts just come rolling out. I’m glad to have someone who understands the bad moments just as much as the good. You give me comfort even if you give me a heart attack from all the 2seok content. (Keep it coming please!)

@shadowdevilsslayer nature/landscape photography & fresh baked goods

I know you hate the name but I love seeing Abi’s adventures (even if it’s the same path). I enjoy seeing nature’s beauty in any shape or form and you live in a place that’s surrounded by green!!!!!! You may be more reserved but your caring nature shines through. Thank you for being that mom friend we need.

@zamisriza-the-resurrection board game nights with friends

Zami!!!!! You’re so adorable and funny. Your love for Jungkook makes me all types of soft. You’re just like during a game night, were things start off calm but get chaotic as time progresses. I love that about you!

@glossyvante oranges, mangoes, watermelons & strawberries!

Lovely Mica! You’re such a sweet soul just like my favorite fruits haha. Thank you for letting me get some sneak peaks of your story. (I hope I get to see more of your works soon!) Also thanks for dealing with my crackhead snaps because I’m such a dummy.

@alittlesugaorspice tea & biscuits (this opportunity was too good, sorry!)

The absolute best person to roast Helena with me! Thank you Li for putting us all together. You make me laugh so hard when we’re on a call and you have such funny stories to share. You’re gonna be an amazing veterinarian!

@d-rex03 blasting music in my room & having my own jam session

Querida, you already know I love you so so so much! You’re the cutest little bean and I enjoy sending you random Yoongi related posts. You two are so similar that it makes sense why you love him. (But I still love you more!) Te quiero muchisimo chapina!

@dreamyeyes26 watching my favorite youtubers/random videos online

Naz! I love speaking with you when I get the chance to because you’re so calming and comforting (just like the videos I watch haha). You make me happy just by being there. I hope you continue to take care of yourself and I love you!

@ahh–lexia daydreaming with headphones in during a road trip

The homieeee Lex! I love how we’re both so damn loud. That crackhead energy really makes itself known. You’re easy to talk to and laugh with. I love seeing your creative side because it’s really cool!

@hobissunshiness the feeling of starting a new book/show/series

You’re like a breath of fresh air Sofie. I love reading the stories you come up with or hearing about your ideas. Your mind is so powerful and I want to encourage all of your ideas (even if some of them are cursed).

@napofamikrokosmos learning random facts about things

I found it super funny when I realized how we just have random knowledge about things. Google who? I only know Sam. You get super passionate about stuff and I absolutely love that about you. Keep doing what you’re doing sweetie!

@billie-harper discovering new music & getting obsessed with the artist

I love seeing your posts because I’ll notice we’ll share a lot of similar interests. It’s really exciting to see how much we have in common. You’re really kind and I would love to talk to you more. (Suho’s album is TOO GOOD FOR WORDS!)

@jayhoee creating handmade gifts for my friend’s birthdays

The meme queen Kaite! I love how we got into bts at the same time and that we both haven't been to a concert (freaking corona ruining our time to shine). Keep those memes coming Kaite. They're essential in this time of need.

@liamgayllagher the smell of my mom’s cooking/any home cooked meal

My twin! You're such an extreme version of me and that's saying something. I love how enthusiastic and loud you can get over things you love. Please continue that and I enjoy all the lovely messages you send me.

@the-assembly-call receiving memes from friends on social media

Overalls!!!!! You're so smol and cute and you make me laugh alot with your memes. You're a wonderful human being and I'm glad to have met you.

@dearmyxing soundtracks, soundtracks, soundtracks! (games/movies/etc.)

The Queen when it comes to being a fangirl. I bow to you and respect you. You’re so damn cool to talk to Mary Jane. Thank you for being so awesome. Also, I promise I’ll get around to watching the prodigal son. If not, just yell at me until I do.

@jxnaexo warm hugs, smiles & laughs

Nana! Like I've said before, you're so wholesome and caring and considerate about everyone. You care so much about us and I couldn't be more grateful to have you as a friend. I will fight anyone for you!

@soondaengie finding bright clothing with cool patterns

Omg kiddo you make me laugh so much because of the theories you have or the stories you share. You're bright and passionate and so cute!

@uibout tiramisu & coffee ice cream

This is a cop out because I actually do love tiramisu! You made me wheeze when you sent me those drunk posts. I'll always be your dweeb. (I love you Logan. Also, you jerk you didn't tell me you switched your url, I had to search for you!)

@gukssunshine that feeling of solving homework problems correctly

I love that we can complain about school to each other. You’re so honest and sweet with me and I love you so much Tanya. I love your energy when you talk about random things.

@zombiewerewolfqueen earrings, eyeshadow palettes, nail polish art

I have basic lobe earrings but yours looked so cool when you showed it to me. I don’t do makeup myself but I enjoy seeing the colors and designs people will do. Similar to that, I love seeing how creative you are with your writing even if I don’t understand the context.

@kiwipitupandstir winning on mario kart

You're such a cool person and I absolutely love seeing your posts on my feed. I wish you the best bud. Stay true and stay cool.

@notreyoon flowers, gardens, all aesthetically pleasing things

Ah yes the superior Leslie, you’re just as precious as yoongles. Whenever I see your blog I'm like, how is a human this stunning?!?!?! Like girl, show me your secrets! Sending you my love!

@clickclacktothemangmang museums/observatories/spontaneous adventures

I miss you my fellow funky little Hobi lover. It was so nice to talk to you about the random things bts would be releasing last year or the shows they were doing. You're so adorable and I hope you continue to shine bright!

@majestikblue listening to stories about people/life (post secret/humans of new york/etc.)

Ah yes my taegi buddy. Thank you for showing me post secret because I haven't been the same since. I love stories and you encouraged that. Continue to yell about taegi to me and I will continue to yell about 2seok to you.

@galaxiejoon going to bed after a long day

My fellow nam2seok enthusiast. Unfortunately, we don’t talk much but whenever I see your tags on posts, I crack up so hard. You’re so relatable so just keep doing what you’re doing bud.

I love you all! And to all of my other mutuals I haven’t had the chance to talk to, please know that I love you too! I promise I’m nice????

🥺🥺💕💕😘😘 sending y'all my love

#Anonymous #phew this took a long time #sorry for spelling errors #I did not proofread #but yeah these peeps are great just fyi #love them lots!#mutual cutie pies #asks

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demonqueenofplastics · 5 years ago

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A little duck for Kitty

Kitty came back running into the mansion once more “I want a duck!” She exclaimed and the other queens looked at her confused

“A duck?” Jane asked a little confused about Kitty’s strange request

“We’re not getting a duck Kitty” Aragon exclaimed sighing about the girls antics especially since this wasn’t the first time that Kitty came walking in exclaiming that she wanted an animal in the mansion. Most of the times it was a normal animal like a dog or a cat but she had her moments that she wanted something else.

“a duck yes! Kitty I love that idea.” Anne said excited about it and validating her cousin before noticing the disapproving look of Aragon. “Oh please Aragon it’s just a duck not some kind of exotic animal like a lion or something. It can’t really harm us.” Anne started to defend Kitty’s choice while said girl in question was seriously sad to hear that she wasn’t going to get a duck

“So no duck?” She asked just to make sure making both Aragon and Jane shake their heads

“Sorry sweetheart but Aragon is right it’s not smart and we can’t do that. I mean do you even know how to take care of a duck?” Jane asked trying to tell the girl in a polite way that her idea wasn’t going to happen. Both Cathy and Anna were just sharing a look with each other that already said ‘we’re not going to join this conversation’

“Well no but I can search it up” Kitty stated trying to defend her choice while Aragon and Jane slowly sighed

“First prove that you can take care of a duck and we will talk about it later.” Aragon answered making Kitty confused but before she could say anything Aragon continued. “You have that plushie, you know the duck one, prove that you know what to do with a duck with that one and maybe we will think about it.” As soon as those words left Aragon’s lips Kitty started to smile and immediately ran away to get her duck so that she could find things out.

“Is this a smart idea Aragon?” Jane decided to ask not sure about it but wanting to make it easier for them.

“Of course this will test if she really wants a duck or that it is the same way as all the other animals that she wants about every week. And it’s also a good way for her to get responsibility about anything you know.” Aragon answered finding it a logical idea. Jane nodded a little after the explanation finding it logical

A few minutes later Kitty walked back in with her stuffed animal that she lovingly gave the name Eggie “Okay so if I can take good care of Eggie you will think about it right?” She asked wanting to be sure of it while Aragon gave a quick nod.

Kitty squealed in delight and ran back upstairs with Eggie in her hands just so that she could figure out how to take good care of him. “Okay so let’s figure out what to do with you.” She said grinning at her stuffed animal. She started to search and wrote everything she figured out down. “First you need a nest” she said while grabbing all the soft blankets in her room that she could find and making a little nest next to her bed. “It’s now nice and cozy” she slowly put Eggie onto the nest and kissed it’s head. “Sleep well little Eggie”

A few weeks past while Kitty was doing her best to take care of little Eggie and when it comes to it the other queens notice her effort and are actually starting to think that maybe Kitty was serious about it for once. Today was a sad day since Kitty loses Eggie and can’t find him anywhere. She panics trying to find him anywhere especially since she really cares about the stuffed animal and knows that if she doesn’t find it she isn’t responsible enough to actually get a real life duck.

“What are you doing Kitty?” Anne asks confused since she has never seen her cousin this distraught before

“Ahhh Anne….I’m you know just checking around here.” Kitty said her heart pounding in her chest since she has been found out.

“Right because that is totally normal. You lost Eggie didn’t you?” Anne said sighing a little about it

“NO...well yes but please be quiet about it since I don’t want the others to know.” Kitty said tears forming in her eyes. She slowly felt her lip start to tremble

“Don’t worry Kitty I will help you search don’t cry please.” Anne said starting to look around as well trying to help her cousin.

By dinner time they still didn’t find Eggie making Kitty just give up and go to Aragon. “I will forget about the duck since I lost Eggie, I’m so sorry.” She muttered starting to cry before running up to her room and closing the door, not giving Aragon time to respond on her comment

The other queens walked into the room as soon as Kitty was out looking confused at Aragon “so why did Kitty run out of the room?” Jane asked worried for the sweet girl

“She lost Eggie and ran away before I could say anything to her”

“Well I mean she does think that without Eggie we don’t think she is responsible enough.” Jane answered looking really worried “although I’m having Eggie since she asked me to take care of it”

“I mean she does think like that but is that also how we think?” Cathy asked wanting to be sure about it while looking at the other queens. “And Anne we all know that you’re behind your cousin at all time so we already know you’re voting for that she is responsible enough.”

Anne nodded “don’t worry about it I’m gonna make sure Kitty is alright so I will hear your decision later.”

The others just nodded while Anne walked out of the room and walked into her own already knowing how to make her cousin laugh again she just needed to put on some other clothes. “Hey Kitty can I come in?” She asked her cousin once she was in front of the room. Since she didn’t receive an answer she just walked in. “Okay so I got something for you. Even if you don’t get a duck I will be your duck.” Anne grinned a little about it while wearing a duck onesie to be clever. “So I will make you laugh I promise” Kitty just looked up from her pillow before looking at Anne and sighing a little just letting Anne do whatever she had planned knowing that was the fastest way to deal with the girl

“Grew up in the duck court

Quack quack, duck noise

Life was a chore

So,_ I flew away_

2020

straight to Kitty

all the other ducks lame

epic fail

Quack quack

I wanna dance and quack

Ducketics

Not my thing

Quack quack

Then I met my queen

And soon she said

You can fly ahead

she wanted me, hah

obviously

kept quacking at me like everyday

Couldn’t be better

Then they quacked me a letter

And who am I kidding I'm pretty quack-e

Quack quack

Send a reply

quack quack

just saying hi

quack quack

you're a nice guy

ill quack about it maybe

quack quack baby

Oh oh

Here we go

You send her kisses

Well I didn't know I would quack in with her misses

What?

Get a life

You're quacking with her wife

What was I meant to do?

Sorry not sorry

I need your ducks

They're all gonna be mine

Don't worry don't worry

They'll be fine

Don't lose your duck

Q-o-l

Say oh well

Or swim in hell

Sorry not sorry

Don't lose your duck

Three ducks in the pond

The little one quacked

If you wanna be fed

Stay with our queen

Here or nowhere

She makes you quack don't be blind

Quack quack

Don't be sad

Quack quack

Cause she’s the best

Quack quack

Why doesn't it hit you

She will protect you, somebody help you

Oh oh

Here we go

Your comment went viral

I didn't really mean it but rumours spiral

Wow duck way to make Kitty hate you

Mate what was I meant to do

Sorry not sorry

I need your ducks

They're all gonna be mine

Don't worry don't worry

They'll be fine

Don't lose your duck

Q-o-l

Say oh well

Or swim in hell

Sorry not sorry

Don't lose your duck

tried to quack

but the pope was wack

our only hope was

KITTY

she got a promotion

caused a commotion

set in motion the C of D

The ducks

Were so cool

Us two wanted to rule

Soon quacking too

Every duck chill

It's totes Kitty's will

Kitty's out every night on the town

just clubbing around like what the hell

if that's gonna be then maybe i'll quack with a duck or three

just to make her jel

Kitty finds out

And she goes mental

She quacks and quacks

So judgemental

you damned duck

Mate just shut up

I wouldn't be such a b if you could give a fuck

Oh oh

Here we go

Is that what you quacked

And now she is going around like off with her head

Yeah I'm pretty sure she means it

Seems it

What was i meant to do

What was she meant to do

Like but what was I meant to do

What was she meant to do

No but what was I meant to do

Sorry not sorry

I need your ducks

They're all gonna be mine

Don't worry don't worry

They'll be fine

Don't lose your duck

Q-o-l

Say oh well

Or swim to heeeeeeeell

Sorry not sorry

I need your ducks

Sorry not sorry she needs your ducks

Sorry not sorry

I need your ducks

Don't lose your ducks

Kitty started to laugh as soon as Anne finally finished the song especially since said girl also did a weird duck dance with the song. “You literally ruined your precious song for me?” She asked laughing even more and being afraid she wouldn’t be able to stop anymore.

Anne grinned a little about it “of course, my song is maybe my pride and joy but my cousin is the most important thing in the world so if I can make you happy with this I will.”

Kitty kept laughing “sorry Anne but your dance was hilarious, so can I always ask you to be my duck if I don’t get one?” Anne nodded as answer to the girl “Well honestly you did make me happy again so alright let’s go to the others.” Kitty said swiftly getting up from her bed and walking downstairs with her duck.

“Are you feeling better? And did you forget that I have Eggie?” Jane asked while hugging Kitty making the girl facepalm and hug back.

“Right I forgot that I asked you that so I already thought that I lost him.” Kitty said laughing sheepishly before letting go once more of Jane.

Jane laughed a little while Aragon looked at her “ we do need to talk about one little thing since the other queens and I have been talking to each other.” Kitty looked nervous about that before taking a seat so that whatever news she got wouldn’t stress her out. Jane also gave her Eggie back

“So like I said the queens and I have been talking about the whole situation with you and wanting a duck of course. So a few weeks ago we told you that you had to take care of Eggie and if you didn’t do it right you wouldn’t get a duck for sure. Well we thought that this was another one of your crazy ideas that you would forget about after a week or so, but you’re still taking good care of Eggie showing that you really want it. So we are okay with giving you a duck if you keep taking good care of it. We will help you of course but don’t expect us to do everything.”

As soon as Aragon stopped talking Kitty started to squeal “I’m getting a duck, thank you all so much I love all of you” she said happily quickly standing up and doing a little happy dance even dragging Anne with her for once. Aragon watched the girl while shaking her head hoping she didn’t make a huge mistake while Jane smiled fondly at the excited girl.

“So we could get it now if you want. After all the store is still open.” Cathy said almost not being able to finish her sentence before already being pulled along by the girl while all the others followed. Unsurprisingly they ended up being in the store pretty quickly, so Kitty starts to look around all the little ducklings before the tiniest one catches her eye. The little one slowly stumbles over to Kitty as soon as it looks at her.

“I want that one, that’s my Waddles.” The others looked from her to the duckling and back to Kitty before helping her get everything for Waddles while she kept Waddles in her hands not letting go anymore Even while going back home she keeps holding it close to her. “You’re gonna love it here Waddles especially since the house is great and you can sleep in my room.” Kitty told the little duckling before giving it a tour through the house and putting it in the little nest in her room. As soon as she wanted to walk away Waddles went after her again making her chuckle and sit down with the little one. “I will stay with you and I promise you I will never leave you.”

Hope you all enjoyed a happy Kitty with Waddles the duck

#six #six the musical #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #anna of cleves #katherine howard #catherine parr #fluff

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mwub · 5 years ago

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Etched in Stone

Chapter 1: Celestite

Sorry for taking so long, I’ve been moving and have limited internet access so I’m not online as often as I would like😅.

Anyways this is the first chapter for my multi fic Etched in Stone, thank you @ineffable-nalu for beta reading it, it gave me some ideas how to progress the story better

Without further ado~

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“Mama!”

“Yes dear?”

“Can you tell me our story?”

“Lucy dear, you've heard that story what must be a thousand times. Are you sure you want to add another to that tally?” A regal blond woman laughed at the expense of her now pouting daughter. The little girl greatly resembled her mother both in bearing and in looks. Golden blond hair framed her round but not too round face, a light dusting of freckles crossed the bridge of her button nose underneath large chocolate brown eyes, now sparkling with wonder as her mother began the story.

“Long ago,” Layla hummed, tucking Lucy deeper into her bed. Brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “There was nothing, no animals, no plants, no people to call Earthland home. For Earthland did not yet exist. And then one day the sun and moon, who loved each other very much but could not be together began to cry for they were lonely and wanted to share what they have with others. From those tears came life.”

“When the moons tears fell, so did the stars, oceans formed and moved to the moons silent songs. When the suns fell, volcanoes reached high up for the heavens in hopes of one day meeting the stars.”

“Get to the part about how real life formed mama”

“I’m getting there sweetheart” Layla laughed in reply.

“When the volcanoes split the earth, so did the ocean in response, creating lakes, rivers, and streams. And in some areas so cold the oceans becomes living stone.”

“ But it was not enough for the Sun and Moon, for they wanted more. They wanted children of their own. So in desperation they shed more tears and breathed life into the environments of their own creation. From the sea the first mermaids and mermen sang their first songs. From the stars came the first celestial priests and priestesses. And from the volcanoes came…”

“Dragons” Came an excited squeal from underneath a mountain of blankets.

“Uh huh, from the deep depths of volcanoes came Dragons. Now, when the Sun and Moon formed their children , they warned them that they must not consort with humans, for it will bring disaster. The creatures of the sea and stars agreed but the king of the dragons did not. He believed one should love who they wanted and did so anyway.”

Lucy clutched her dragon plushie tighter in anticipation.

“The Sun and Moon grew angry with the dragon and so cursed him with his disobedience. Never to be seen again”

“Whatever happened to the rest of the creatures, mama?”

“Despite obeying the Sun and Moon, the others were punished as well for fear of rebellion. Their powers locked away in the stones for which they were born, serving as relics to a great betrayal. Living as ordinary beings amongst the humans they were told to fear.”

Lucys eyes began to droop as a deep yawn escaped her, sleep taking its toll. Layla smiled lovingly at her daughter, reaching to wind a small music box on her bedside, delicate music tinkling gently.

“What do you think happened to the Dragon mama?”

“ Well I would hope he’s found peace, one who loves too much shouldn’t suffer forever.”

“Good night my Darling... “ Was the last thing Lucy heard before letting sleep take her.

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“What do you mean you don’t have any of those kinds of books?”

“We sell fact not fiction mam, as I’m sure you are well aware of that by now miss Heartfilia.” A flat voice drawled in reply, timbre as dull as the face making it.

19 Year old Lucy Heartfilia couldn’t believe it, this was the third town she had visited that refused to sell any of the old lore books, believing them to be blasphemous to the sacred teachings of Zentopia. She had really hoped that Hargeons famous library would be different but no such luck.

Oh well, time for good ol’ plan T.

‘Are you sure there isn't any dusty old books hidden the back~” Batting her eyelashes with gusto, leaning onto the counter, giving the store keeper a peak at her generous cleavage.

“A-Absolutely not! For the last time miss, no one carries that type of literature anymore, the church ordered their burning years ago.” The old man blustered with a face as red as a Roma tomato. “I couldn't sell you any even if could get my hands on a tome”

“Now get out”

“Stupid old Geezer’ Lucy huffed outside the shop now, refitting her paperwork back into her leather satchel and straightening her dark blue tartan skirt and white button down blouse topped with a adorable black vest. She had even dressed the part too, a scholarly student researching for a history project. What a waste of time, Another day, another bust.

Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself didn't I? My name is Lucy Heartfilia, daughter of Layla and Jude Heartfilia, Jude being a local bank owner and Layla a seamstress, at least they were until the economy crash 13 years ago. Jude died of a stroke from over working and mama… let's just say fate had other plans for her. I’ve essentially been on my own since I was 15, with only a few belongings of my own I've been on my own ever since.

Taking out her notebook Lucy couldn’t help but sigh, there goes Hargeon off her list, uncapping her marker to cross it off. At least that’s what she was trying to do when life hit her with an unexpected surprise. A pink one in fact.

Before she could even put the tip of her permanent marker to the paper she suddenly was shoved to the hard concrete, black ink streaking across her cheek in a zigzag. Oh NO, her makeup was completely ruined.

Rising up on her elbows to give whatever hit her a piece of her mind Lucy was stopped short by something extremely odd. No, not something. Someone.

As her vision cleared she was confronted first with dark, almost black green eyes inches from her own chocolate ones, and even more oddly. Salmon pink hair sticking up in a messy disarray of spikes all over his head, almost seeming intentional in its unruly chaos.

Next was the alarmingly warm hands on either side of her waist, breaking the fall of what Lucy now realized was a boy perhaps her own age. Lucy could say for a matter of fact he was good looking, decently built with a muscular physique comparable to a pro athletes and a perfect tan to boot. Yes, definitely cute.

Lucy didn’t get to ponder for long as the stranger then suddenly jumped to his feet with surprising agility, his hands bringing her up with him in a rush that had her head swim a little dizzily. One hand on her waist and the other holding her own limp hand.

“Watch where you’re walking weirdo, don’t wanna get yourself hurt do you?’ The boy laughed, still holding her a little too close for a stranger to be doing. What’s with this guy?

“Excuse me? You bumped into me, who the heck sprints down the street like that without looking where they’re going” Lucy huffed, her head finally clearing from the shock of her present situation.

The boy only smirked. “Oh I know I where I was going, you just happened to be in the way. What's the point of going somewhere if you don’t know where you’re headed”

“I-I Know where I’m going” Lucy blushed. “I’m going to the Magnolia after I finish my work here.” Lucy finished with a sense of finality,gripping her satchel more firmly, why would he even ask that silly question? Of course she knows where she’s going.

“Ok… well in that case you were walking in the wrong direction. Magnolia isWest, not East of here.” Snickered her mystery boy.

“Oh, well thank you” Lucy coughed a little awkwardly, taking a step back finally to take in his full appearance finally. He really was in excellent shape. Broad shoulders tapered sharply under a black one armed waistcoat trimmed with gold thread, cream trousers held up by a similar colored sash around his waist and a pair of black sandals adorned his feet simply. The collar of his jacket open just enough for Lucy to get a glimpse of toned chest littered with faint white scars.

A bit of an odd outfit in Lucy’s opinion, but for whatever reason it seemed to suit him.

“What’s your name?” The boy asked suddenly, snapping Lucy back to reality.

“Lucy… Lucy Heartfilia” Answering automatically, Lucy cursed herself, she just met this boy and she already felt the need to spill all her secrets. Aquarius would be ashamed of her. Never trust a man with your secrets, secrets are a woman's best hand in a war.

“Thats a nice name,” Pinkie whistled. “My names N-”

“STOP RIGHT THERE! THIEF” A booming voice rang out over the stone courtyard, suddenly dozens of Zentopian royal guards flooded surrounding area.

“Thief..” Lucy whispered, eyes widening slowly.

“Crap” N growled, his Happy Go Lucky demeanor suddenly dropping as he made a run for it, he was practically a blur as he made a mad dash onto a more crowded street and seemed to vanish among the crowds of the local shopping district and boutiques.

“Excuse me miss” A grave looking guard approached Lucy. “Do you happen to know anything about this boy?” Holding up what appears to be a wanted poster of N. Except instead of the seemingly happy guy she just met, she was greeted with the face of a much more menacing looking criminal. Sharp soulless eyes pierced her soul with malice and a cruel sneer curved his lips. She did not know this person.

“No, nothing at all.” Lucy said curtly. Keeping a firm jaw in hopes of not giving anything away. While it was true she didn’t know anything about him, she wanted to. Gripping her satchel more firmly in an effort to stand her ground, she stared back at the guard.

Giving her a hard look the guard finally deemed her innocent enough and thankfully moved on to interrogate more passerby.

Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, she bent down to collect some of the papers that had fallen with her unexpected date with the ground, noting that some appeared to be missing or at the very least out of order. She’ll check on that later on the train to Magnolia.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of pink hair and a fanged grin, Lucy slowly made her way to the train station with vague hopes of catching the last train of the evening. Better luck tomorrow she guessed.

#fairy tail #fairy tail 100 year quest #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu #ft fanfiction #nalu fanfiction

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queerchoicesblog · 6 years ago

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Bobo’s Case (OH, Harper x F!MC)

This fluffy fanfic in an entry for the prompt “Comfort” of the @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic ❤️

A few time later the hearing that changed so many things at Edenbrook, Dr. Valentine and the brand new Head of Neurosurgery Dr. Emery pair up to solve the curious case of a...rather unusual patient. And share a moment as well.

Prompt: Comfort

Word Count: 3116

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bhavf @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco

Harper Emery Tag: @emeryharper @bubblygothzombie @korrasamixfan @delphinusbae

Previous Harper x F!MC Series: One Coffee And A Life Lesson, A Matter Of Trust, Second Chances

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Dr. Valentine was leaning over the nurse station checking some test results when a familiar voice made her turn. "Good morning, Valentine" Harper Emery was standing at her side in her newfound surgical scrubs, smiling politely at her. "Oh good morning, Dr. Emery! Is everything okay?" Meredith asked, standing and straightening her white coat as if she was caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do. Her reaction amused Harper who raised an eyebrow at her before laughing softly. "Valentine, I'm not Chief anymore, you can relax. No need to be so nervous around me: I don't bite, I promise" she noted. "Mirani just summoned me for a consultation and here I am."

"Oh, and here I thought I was the only one bothering you with consultations! It hurts" Meredith joked, surprising herself and almost immediately regretting that comment. But Dr. Emery didn't seem annoyed by it. On the contrary, she found it amusing. "I'm afraid not, sorry to bring bad news, Valentine" giggled, before recovering her composure. "By the way, you're not bothering: we're colleagues, right? And I must admit that talking to you is way nicer" she added and a quick smile crossed her face. "I was on my way back to the surgery ward then I spotted you and decided to see how our new Diagnostics junior fellow is doing" "Oh I'm doing good, thanks!" Valentine blushed slightly. "Dr. Banerji checks on me on a regular basis...I mean, in a good way, to see if I'm okay, not like he's following me like a hawk after what happened at the hearing. Dr. Ramsey at times remembered that I have an actual name and it's not Rookie, and the interns...well, they're challenging but I think I'm holding it together. I was just checking the test results of a patient when you arrived. I'm sure there‘s something I'm missing there..." "You'll find the answer, Valentine. You always do" Harper reassured her. "I hope so" "I know so. Naveen knows so and so does Ethan. You should know too, if you ask me" Meredith smiled shyly. Dr. Emery was surprisingly good at boosting her confidence and pacifying her when she started second-guessing herself. The neurosurgeon was one of the coolest and most imperturbable people she knew: she only saw her troubled once, at the hearing and on the rooftop afterward, but in general, she looked so calm as if hardly anything could make her lose her perfect balance. It surely came with her line of job and it was deeply reassuring and calming. "Thanks, Dr. Emery. I hope not to overstep if I ask how it feels to be back-oooof" Valentine was cut short by a child of around five who ran at full speed to wrap his tiny arms around her waist. "Heeelllloooo Dr. Valentineeeee!" Meredith recollected her balance and ruffled his hair, immediately recognizing the little guy. "Hey you! Missed me already?" "You didn't stop by this morning so I came to say hi. I saw you from my room" he explained, pointing at the room behind him on the other side of the corridor. "I also have a drawing for you!" "Aww, really?" "Yep! A panda wearing a hat just as you asked" he beamed. "It's on my nightstand, for you!" "I must give you that, Valentine: you have a special touch with patients" Harper commented. Meredith looked back at her to see the former Chief smiling at the scene. Then she addressed the little guy. "You're so sweet, Andy! I will cherish your beautiful drawing. And tell you what? I'll frame it, how does it sound, huh?" she said, making the little patient improvise a funny happy dance. She turned to give Harper a quick look and added. "Hey, look who stopped by too today" The kid immediately turned towards Harper too and asked excitedly: "A friend?" "Hm, a friendly colleague" Meredith corrected him, another quick blush spreading on her cheeks. The little guy offered Harper his hand and he greeted her with a disarming smile. "Hi! I'm Andy, and you?" Harper smiled back and lowered to shake his tiny hand. "Nice to meet you, Andy. I'm Harper, Harper Emery" The little patient took a look at her uniform and asked: "Harper, why you're not dressed like Dr. Valentine? I think doctors wear the white thing" then he leaned closer and whispered, covering his mouth so that no one else could hear "don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you forgot it at home! It happens to me too: I always forget my hat when I go out with mom and dad" Harper laughed softly. "Thank you, Andy, but some doctors don't wear the white thing. I'm a surgeon and we don't wear it all the time" Andy gaped, unaware that there were "rebel doctors" who didn't wear the white coat all day. "Oh I get it...what did you say you are?" "A surgeon" "What does it mean?" Harper took a moment to find the right words. "Let's say you have something that makes you sick or a bad wound inside you: I patch it up together while you're sleeping, and cure you so that you can be okay again when you wake up" Andy kept quiet as if pondering her words carefully. Then he added, getting suddenly shy: "Hm...then maybe you can help me" "Help you with...?" Harper inquired, giving him her most encouraging face. The little guy looked at the two ladies, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. After a moment he grabbed Harper's hand and started walking back to his room, Meredith hot on their heels. Once inside he let go of her and ran to his nightstand. The two doctors exchanged confused looks as they tentatively moved a bit closer. It didn't take long before the mystery was solved: Andy stood in front of them...showing a broken teddy bear, the grimmest look on his face. "Oh my god, it's Bobo? Your lucky boy?" Meredith exclaimed. Andy nodded. "He fell off the window last night. Daddy recovered it but Bobo is..." His little eyes welled with tears and words died in his throat: too much pain in his child's heart to continue. "Andy, can I see Bobo?" Harper asked, smiling reassuringly down at him. Andy nodded and placed it into her hands with extra care. The neurosurgeon took a seat on the bed and put on her best professional look as she examined the plushie: the poor bear was a little bit worn out and there was a huge rift in his chest and the arms threatened to fall apart too. Part of the filling was already coming out. "Stethoscope please, Dr. Valentine" Meredith handed her her own stethoscope; a bright smile formed on her lips as she realized what the former Chief had in mind. Andy jumped on the bed next to Harper, following even the slightest move with glassy eyes equally filled with grief and hope. She wore the stethoscope and placed it on the chest of the teddybear, nodding afterward. Then she carefully turned him upside down, taking in every angle before sighing and putting it down on her lap. She returned the stethoscope and turned to face Andy. "Did he fall from this floor?" The little boy nodded, concern written all over his face. "I'm not gonna lie to you, Andy. The fall hit him pretty badly..." "I knew it! Mom always told me to be careful" he added on the verge of tears, bracing himself for the worst. Meredith instinctively put an arm around his shoulders ready to comfort him but Harper spoke again. "...But I found a slight pulse" Andy gaped in surprise and the neurosurgeon couldn't suppress a tiny smile. "Your mom is right, Andy. You should always be careful with the ones you love but accidents happen at times. This one is not fatal for your friend. Wait here, I'll go get my tools and when I get back we'll fix it, okay? Will you make sure he's asleep, Andy?" As the little patient nodded enthusiastically, she winked at Meredith and walked to the nurse station. Andy placed his tiny hand over Bobo's plushie pawn and looked up to Dr. Valentine. "Your friendly colleague is a good doctor. Just like you" "She's way better than me, Andy. She's one of the best doctors here and some say even in the world" Meredith said, stroking the top of his head. "Will she save Bobo?" "I'm sure she will. I would trust her with my own life" ---------- When Harper walked back into the room, Andy was whispering a lullaby into Bobo's ear. Meredith smiled at her. "Patient Bobo asleep, Dr. Emery" "Excellent, we're ready to proceed then" Dr. Emery commented in her professional tone. She placed a sewing box beside the plushie and passed masks over to Valentine and Andy. "Please wear this, you know it's the procedure" she explained, wrapping her hair up in an elegant chignon. Meredith smiled under her mask seeing how Andy was totally enraptured by the act Harper put on for him. He took deep breaths as if he was truly about to walk in an O.R. as she helped him fixing his mask. Unfolding the needle from the box, Harper's eyes fell on the little guy again. "Okay, Andy, now I need to know: I'm perfectly aware surgery is not for everyone, so will you assist me? If you don't feel comfortable with it, I won't judge you. I've already worked with Dr. Valentine and she proved to be more than worthy. I can assure you she will do, we will do whatever it takes for Bobo" "No no, I'll do it! I'll help...I wanna help Bobo. After all it's my fault he..." Andy hung his head unable to complete the sentence but Harper gently raised his chin up with her free hand. "No sad face, Andy: we cannot control everything. You're a brave boy. Bobo will be proud of you when you tell him" Even though he was wearing a mask, it was clear by the look in his eyes that the little patient was now smiling so big. "But I don't know what to do" he added after a moment. "That's what I'm here for" Harper reassured him. "Would you please hold him still as I patch his chest injury? Yes, like this, both hands on his sides and watch out: if I accidentally sting you, tell me immediately" "Okay, surgeon" Needless to say Harper skilfully refilled and sewed together the parted chest in no time. "Woah, you're so fast!" Andy cheered as Dr. Emery secured her work. Then he turned towards Meredith and exclaimed. "Your friend is like...like...like Speedy Gonzalez but with surgery! Do you know Speedy? Nana has a DVD of his cartoons at home! I love them!" "I know Speedy, sweetheart! And didn't I tell you she's so good?" Meredith winked at him. "I watched Speedy Gonzalez cartoons too so thank you, Andy. But focus, our job is not over here: put the arm into place and host it still" "Oh sorry, surgeon!" Andy immediately returned to his chore and thanks to his focus, the operation of the poor plushie was soon concluded. Harper let him sew the final stitch before retrieving the needle from his tiny hand and put it away. Then she removed her mask and turned toward the little patient: "I would say that the operation was a success. Good job, second!" The kid gaped in awe and looked back and forth the surgeon and his beloved plushie be. As soon as Meredith removed his mask, he couldn't contain his happiness any longer. "Bobo!" Andy exclaimed holding him into his arms. Then, before the doctors could say anything, he crawled over the bed and pulled Dr. Emery in the tightest embrace, chanting thank you "thank you thank you thank you!". Harper was visibly taken off guard by the sudden display of affection, but after a moment the neurosurgeon patted the back of the little patient, blushing a little. A soft knock on the door announced that it was visit time and Andy's parents were there. The little second set Harper free and ran to them to share the good news barely containing his relief and excitement. The two doctors decided to give them some space and headed out into the adjacent hall. "You're good with kids" Meredith commented, as they watched Andy proudly showing Bobo to his mom and promising that he would be extra careful in the future "cross my heart, mommy!". "Well I was a kid once too and shockingly I babysitted Aurora a few times" Meredith gaped. "For real? I'm so gonna ask her about it!" "She was little at the time, I think she hardly remembers those days" Harper observed. "So did you gals have tea with dolls in those tiny cups?" "Tea with dolls? Of course not" Dr. Emery stated, checking the sewing box. "Oh right, I should have known yo-" "It was me, Aurora, Mr. Potato, a unicorn named Lily, and Ronny, a plushie of my high school mascot" Meredith looked at Harper for a moment before they both burst into laughter. "She will probably kill you if you ask" Dr. Emery said. "I know but...it's so cute! And you bought her a mascot plushie?" "I know I have many flaws, Valentine, but shockingly I tried to be a good aunt for her. Rory already had the disgrace to be born in a family of doctors. Not only my mother, but my brother is in the medical field too. And Berenice, her mom, is a Senior pediatrician, in case you don't know. Her childhood as the only child daughter of a psychiatrist and a pediatrician was tough enough" "So you had tea with her and her toys?" "I...I couldn't say no. You should have seen the look on her face when she asked" Harper smiled softly, as her mind went back to the past. "Sadly, later my job took most of my time but whenever I had some spare time and her parents allowed me, I took her out for a walk in the park or a visit to her favorite ice cream parlor. As she grew up I hosted a couple of sleepovers at my place and agreed to devote a day off to a Gilmore Girls marathon" "And let me guess: you regretted it?" Meredith giggled. "Big time" Harper chuckled. "But it was for a good cause, right?" "Aww, you were a thoughtful aunt, Dr. Emery" "Yeah..." Harper smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "I was quite surprised when she stopped by one day and announced me she wanted to enroll to medical school. I always got the feeling that it bugged her when Marcus and Berenice suggested her that career path. She vented with me a couple of times about it. So I was quite surprised when she dropped the news" "Did she told you why?" Harper took a deep breath. "I asked if her parents knew it but she said not yet, she wanted to tell me first. When I asked why she showed me the results of an aptitude test she took at school. The Science and Medicine area got most of the scores. I congratulate to her and enquired whether it was really what she wanted. No matter what the test or Marcus and Berenice said. 'Yes, it is. And this is why I came to you: because you never pushed me once to be a doctor like you'. 'Why would I do something like that?' I asked, 'it's your future we're talking about, it's entirely your call'. I also added that she didn't have to prove me nor her mom and dad anything: I didn't push her because I wanted her to be free to make her choice without external interference. And...I know how much pressure the Emery name can put on your shoulders" Harper sighed, grimacing. "And then what did I do? I turned into one of the Emerys. With Rory, whom I wanted to protect from all this" Meredith instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder, unsure whether she was crossing a line. But the former Chief didn't shrug her off, she just turned surprised at her. "Aurora forgave you already, I think" "What? You...you think so?" "She beamed about you earlier at the breakfast table. She said she had no doubt you would pull off the big operation scheduled for today because she knows you. She said that -I quote- 'not all superheroes wear capes, Harper Emery has surgery scrubs'" Harper's eyes seemed to well with tears but she caught herself and smiled instead. "Thank you for sharing it with me, Valentine. I probably needed this" Meredith shrugged. "Anytime, Dr. Emery. Just don't tell Aurora I told you that: I care for my own life" Dr. Emery laughed at the joke. "I won't, Valentine. You're safe but don't make this a habit or you'll end up owing me" As she finished the sentence, her pager started beeping. "Duty calls" she sighed, giving Meredith an apologetic look. "Thanks for stopping by, Dr. Emery. And for what you did for Andy: I've hardly seen him so happy and I'm sure you made his day" "We're not here to save bodies alone, right?" Harper noted, quoting her statement at the hearing. Then she moved to leave but stopped after a few steps as if she forgot something. She turned towards Meredith and added, a smile way gentler and softer than her usual polite ones: "Don't forget to take your drawing before you leave, Valentine. I agree, you should totally frame it" Meredith instinctively turned and hurried to Andy's nightstand. The drawing was right there just as he said. She took it in her hands: a chubby panda with a friendly face and a fancy hat on his head was carelessly playing in the jungle. On the upper side of the sheet, the little guy wrote "to doctor Valentine, the best and kindest Edenbrook doctor" probably helped by his parents. Meredith felt a lump forming in her throat and smiled: it was her first gift from a child patient. She raised her head searching for Dr. Emery but the neurosurgeon was no longer where she left her. She was now leaving the nurse station and walking towards the elevator. Momentarily unable to move, overwhelmed by feelings, Meredith stood there until she met Harper's gaze once more just before the elevator doors closed. Dr. Valentine would have sworn the smile that got her by surprise a moment ago, that very smile...was still on Dr. Emery's lips before she disappeared behind closed doors. And her heart skipped a beat.

#choices july challenge #open heart #harper emery #Harper x mc #playchoices

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junghelioseok · 6 years ago

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change. | 06

↳ a kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship.

◇ taehyung x reader | jungkook x reader ◇ angst | fluff | smut ◇ 5.7k [6/10]

notes: i... don’t actually have anything to say about this update? wild. enjoy!!!

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | epilogue ✓

Days pass. The weekend arrives in the form of a sunny Saturday morning, bringing with it blue skies as far as the eye can see. Quietly, you admire the cloudless expanse through the crack in your curtains, not quite willing to leave the cozy warmth of your bed and face reality just yet.

Eventually, the staccato vibration of your phone drags you out of your cocoon of blankets, just enough to grab the device off the nightstand and wake the dark screen. Two text messages blink up at you, and unsurprisingly, neither are from Jungkook. You haven’t heard from him since the fight, and even though a part of you misses him, you still have your pride. And your pride—well, it refuses to let you reach out first and apologize for an argument that he’d needlessly instigated. Even so, the half-empty tissue box on your nightstand sits there like a taunt, cruelly reminding you of just how many tears you’ve shed over him since he stormed out of your apartment.

With a sigh, you glance back at your phone. One message is from Seokjin, and, as always, the sight of his name is a comfort. Your trusty best friend had dropped by to visit the day after your fight with Jungkook, a freshly-baked cake cradled in one arm while the other reaches out to pull you into a hug. Since then, he’s checked on you innumerable times—sometimes making multiple visits a day—and you couldn’t be more grateful for his constant, unwavering support.

[9:23am] Jin: Still on for breakfast tomorrow?

You send back a quick confirmation before opening up the more recent text message, eyes widening when you see the name that pops up onto your screen.

[9: 39am] Taehyung: good morning! do you enjoy coffee?

Your phone buzzes again in your hand, and you almost drop it in surprise. Recovering quickly, you scan the new text.

[9:41am] Taehyung: i prefer tea myself, but yoongi’s been telling me to try this café for ages and i’d love some company if you’re free

His earnest invitation cuts through the dreariness of the past few days like a ray of sunshine, bright and heartily welcome. Still, a sense of hesitation stubbornly lingers, clouding your mind with doubt. Your entire face feels puffy, and you’re sure that anyone will be able to tell with one glance that you’d been crying. But the prospect of getting out of your apartment is enticing—and even more so is the chance to get to know Taehyung better. Besides, wouldn’t it be rude to decline?

After another minute of furious internal debate, you compose a careful message, deleting and rewriting it several times before hitting ‘send’.

[9:43am] You: That sounds nice. I could definitely use some time out and about.

Your phone vibrates again within seconds, and you can’t help the tiny smile that blooms across your face at the sight of Taehyung’s name blinking on the screen once more.

[9:42am] Taehyung: then let’s do it! should we aim for 10:30? 11? either is fine by me!

Ten-thirty is perfect, you reply. He responds with enthusiasm and the address of the café, and you can’t help the way your smile widens as you crawl out of bed and make your way to the bathroom. Your face is indeed a little puffy and your eyes a bit red, but it’s nothing that a quick shower and some makeup can’t fix. Scrutinizing yourself carefully in the mirror, you make sure to cover any splotchiness with concealer before doing the rest of your makeup.

It’s nearly ten-fifteen by the time you leave. A quick glance at your map app tells you that the café Taehyung had specified is a mere ten minutes away so you wander over to the window, cracking it open to decide whether or not to walk. Pleasantly surprised at the mild temperature, you elect to don a lighter coat instead of the oversized wooly monstrosity you have for especially frigid days. A chunky knit scarf completes your outfit, and as soon as you’ve double-checked your purse for your wallet and keys, you are out the door.

Taehyung is already seated when you arrive, his head of coppery hair tucked away in a corner booth next to the window. A smile spreads across his face when he spots you by the door, and immediately he’s bouncing out of his seat and waving you over eagerly. “{Name}! You made it!”

Your lips curl into an answering smile as you weave your way through the tables and chairs to join him in the booth. The interior of the café is warm and flooded with sunlight, illuminating the eclectic collection of furniture within. You’re fairly certain you haven’t seen a single matching set of chairs yet, and a bright yellow couch in the corner covered with an array of throw pillows in shades of orange has you grinning and shaking your head as you take a seat across from Taehyung. “This is quite the place.”

Taehyung chuckles. “The interior decorator may have gone a bit overboard.”

You cast another glance around, taking in the vibrant atmosphere and the cheerful baristas behind the counter. “I don’t know… I think I like it. But you said Yoongi recommended this place, didn’t you? And, well, I know I’ve only met him once, but this really doesn’t seem like the kind of place he would come to on purpose. Or repeatedly.”

“He gets his coffee to go,” Taehyung admits with a grin. That draws a giggle from you, and the two of you share a good laugh before he speaks again. “Speaking of which, we should order before the line gets too long. Think we can save this table by leaving our coats here?”

“Only one way to find out,” you reply, shrugging off your coat and draping it over the back of the booth. Taehyung follows your lead, and together, the two of you head to the front counter to select your beverages. You take the opportunity to observe him while you wait in line to order, taking in the silky floral shirt he’s wearing and admiring the exact way it drapes over his broad shoulders as he scans the chalkboard menu on the wall.

He’s handsome. It’s something you’ve acknowledged before, but the tiny voice in the back of your mind refuses to let you forget about your boyfriend, stubbornly reminding you of his existence at every opportunity. Persistent whispers of Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook echo through your head until you feel ready to burst, and Taehyung, ever observant, seems to sense that something is off. Concern etches its way across his face as he reaches out, gently laying a warm hand on your shoulder and asks, “{Name}? You okay?”

“Of course,” you say automatically, forcing your mouth up into a smile. “I’m fine. I must’ve just spaced out for a second.”

Taehyung doesn’t look convinced, but he pulls back nonetheless. The disappearance of the warm weight of his hand leaves you strangely cold, but you shake off the feeling and muster up your most cheery voice.

“So, what are you thinking of getting? You said you’re a tea person, right?”

Taehyung gives you one last glance, lingering on your eyes, and you have no doubt that he can see some of the residual redness from your tears the night before. Still, he turns away after a few seconds, directing his attention back to the chalkboard and tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Yoongi said there’s a strawberry smoothie that I’d like on the menu… oh, there it is! I’ll probably order that. What about you?”

“I need my coffee fix,” you say with a rueful smile. “I’d kill for a latte right now.”

Taehyung grins and nudges you forward lightly. “Good thing you’re up, then,” he says, gesturing to the barista waiting expectantly behind the counter. Flustered, you glance up at the menu on the wall one last time before requesting a medium-sized latte. Taehyung orders his smoothie after you, and reluctantly allows you to pay for both drinks after you snatch his wallet right out of his hands and offer the laughing barista your own card.

“Thank you,” you say after she hands it back. Taehyung thanks her as well, and she offers both of you a nod and an amused smile before turning to the next customer.

“You didn’t have to pay for me,” Taehyung says as you head back toward your table and make yourselves comfortable. His lower lip juts out in a slight pout, and you can’t help but giggle at the expression.

“I’m pretty sure I did,” you reply. “You’ve called me… what, two cabs since we met? I owe you.”

Taehyung shakes his head, brown eyes alight with warmth from beneath his coppery hair. He glows golden in the sunlight shining in through the window, and you almost stop breathing when you notice how utterly ethereal he looks, even just sitting there with a pink smoothie at his elbow. “No, {Name},” he says, and despite his quiet tone, you don’t miss the tenderness lacing his voice. “You don’t owe me a thing.”

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An hour passes, then two. Your latte is cold by the time you finish the last sip, making a face as the milk foam coats your upper lip. “Ugh. I forgot how weird lukewarm coffee is.”

“Lukewarm smoothies aren’t much better,” Taehyung replies, picking up his cup and giving it a shake. “Oh, well. Just let me apologize in advance for the sound this straw is going to make when I finish this.”

His declaration is followed by a loud slurp, empty air whistling through the straw along with the final dregs of pink smoothie. You can’t help but giggle at the sound, and his lips tilt up into a smile around the straw as he raises his brows and waggles them exaggeratedly.

“So,” Taehyung says, setting his empty cup back down and leaning back in his seat.

You are suddenly reminded of the first time you met. Mirroring his movements, you relax into the plushy leather of the booth. “So.”

He grins, but you can see a hint of hesitance glimmering in his eyes. “So,” he repeats, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “I don’t know if you have plans today, but I was going to go look at some art pieces after this. Did you… maybe want to join me?”

The slight stammer in his voice makes you smile. “That sounds fun,” you tell him earnestly. “But full disclosure: I know absolutely nothing about art, so I’m going to be pretty useless.”

Taehyung’s grin widens. “Don’t worry about that. Your company’s more than enough for me.”

Your heart swells at his sincerity. The snide voice in your head has long since been banished to the very darkest corners of your mind to cower in silence, leaving you feeling lighter and happier than you have in days. “In that case,” you begin, standing up and reaching for your coat, “I’d be happy to join you.”

It’s a wonder that Taehyung’s smile hasn’t split his face in half, for it is nearly blinding in its brilliance. Rising to his feet, he grabs both of your cups, tossing them neatly into the bin before holding the door for you to exit first. As soon as you’ve both stepped out onto the sidewalk, he takes the lead, chattering happily about the studio you are about to visit. “I’ve never actually worked with this artist before,” he says as he turns the corner and enters the parking lot behind the building. “He’s a newcomer to the scene, but he’s gained quite a reputation for his vibrant colors and abstract style. I’m excited to meet him in person.”

The two of you have reached his car by this point—a sleek silvery vehicle that he unlocks with a flourish. Opening up the door, you climb inside and glance over at the young man who is folding his long limbs into the black leather of driver’s seat beside you.

“Sorry,” he says when he catches you looking. “It’s a bit of a mess in here.”

Curiously, you crane your neck to look at the backseat, one brow arching in amazement. “A mess?” you ask, taking in the half-zipped black duffel and neat bundle of magazines lying there. “This is your definition of a mess?”

Taehyung chuckles and starts the car, the engine thrumming to life as he turns the key in the ignition. The fingers of his other hand begin tapping the steering wheel in time to the song that blares to life on the radio. “It could be neater,” he says as he reverses smoothly out of the parking space. “I normally try to keep everything contained, but I’ve been running around a lot lately with the new gallery. The bag’s full of my photography equipment, but I’m pretty sure some of Yeontan’s toys got lost in there along the way. He’s been sniffing around for his favorite ball for days now, and as far as I can tell it’s not in my apartment.”

You nod at the duffel bag. “I can take a look and see if it’s in there, if you don’t mind me going through your stuff.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “Not at all. My camera’s padded pretty securely in there, so go for it.”

Turning around in your seat, you carefully pluck up the duffel and plop it down into your lap, unzipping it the rest of the way and peering inside. True to his word, Taehyung has filled it to the brim with photography equipment. You spot a smaller black bag inside that looks like it holds a camera, and a neatly-folded tripod buried underneath several manila envelopes that you assume are full of photos. Loose film canisters roll around the bottom, but a flash of bright orange catches your attention amongst all the clutter.

“Found it!” you say, raising the ball in triumph. “At least, I think I did.”

“That’s it,” Taehyung confirms with a laugh, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before directing his attention back to the road. “Are there any more dog toys hiding in there?”

You hum, peeking inside once more. “No, but there is a bag of treats. And what looks like a very tiny sweater. And… a leash?”

Your discoveries earn you another laugh. “Whoops.”

Giggling, you set about removing the items, making sure to place them in a conspicuous spot beside the duffel bag when you replace everything in the backseat. “So you remember to bring them up to Yeontan later,” you say by way of explanation when Taehyung gives you a curious sidelong glance.

His face softens into a smile. “That’s thoughtful. Thank you.”

The remainder of the drive passes quickly. Peering out the window, you see that you have arrived in the more residential part of the city, where rows of brownstone townhouses sit on quiet tree-lined streets. Taehyung is already unbuckling his seat belt and stepping outside so you quickly follow his lead, watching as he double-checks his phone for the correct address and scans the nearest cluster of reddish-brown houses.

“Aha,” he mutters after a few seconds of careful consideration. “That’s the one. Shall we?”

Nodding, you follow him, admiring the well-kept patch of lawn out front. Three short steps lead to a bright yellow front door, a little green sign hanging slightly askew from the knocker reading, Come on in! With a shrug, Taehyung turns the brassy knob and gestures for you to step inside. As he joins you in the foyer and shuts the door behind him, you take a few steps farther into the house.

The first thing you notice is how bright the interior is, radiant sunlight painting the cream-colored walls with streaks of gold. To your right is a long wooden staircase, the railing twined with colorful string lights. On your left is what looks like a sitting room, a dark green sofa littered with tasseled throw pillows taking up the expanse of wall opposite the wide bay window. The remaining walls are covered with canvases—bright colors and abstract shapes splashed across each surface. If you had any doubts about this being the home of an artist, they are erased when you spot the half-finished painting sitting on an easel in the corner.

Footsteps sound from somewhere inside the house, and a few seconds later the artist himself pops into view with a winning smile and an outstretched hand. “I thought I heard the door!” he exclaims, his brown eyes sparkling beneath a mop of cherry-red hair. “You must be Taehyung.”

“And you must be Hoseok,” Taehyung says, accepting the handshake with a grin. “I brought along company—I hope you don’t mind. This is {Name}.”

Hoseok reaches out to shake your hand as well, his smile widening. “Nice to meet you both! Can I get you anything to drink? Tea, coffee, water? Maybe something to munch on?”

Taehyung inhales deeply, and for the first time you realize that the entire house smells like warm cinnamon and vanilla. “Well, if you’re as good a baker as you are an artist, then I won’t say no to whatever it is you’re whipping up back there.”

“I’ve got apple turnovers and some shortbread,” Hoseok replies merrily, already turning toward the doorway that leads to the rest of the house. “Follow me!”

The kitchen, you discover, is just as charming and upbeat as Hoseok himself. A sky blue kettle sits on a pristine white stovetop, which the red-haired man immediately turns on to make some tea. As promised, a plate full of pastries and another full of cookies sits on the counter, and Hoseok gestures for you to help yourself as he putters over to a cabinet to fetch three mismatched mugs.

Ten minutes later, with tea and pastries in hand, the three of you head upstairs to Hoseok’s art studio. At some point, the room was clearly a bedroom, but the only pieces of furniture that remain inside are a long table sitting against one wall and a plain wooden stool in front of an easel that’s identical to the one you saw earlier. Several canvases hang on the exposed brick wall, and even more are piled up against it, facing outward and organized by size. Already, you are dying to take a closer look—and Hoseok seems to sense your curiosity, for he waves you forward with a grin and a playful wink. “Go on, take a look around! Taehyung and I are just going to be talking business anyway, right?”

Taehyung, who had at that moment chosen to take a rather inopportune bit of his apple turnover, can only nod, his brown eyes crinkling as his face lifts into a sheepish smile. Giggling, you hand him a napkin from the pile that Hoseok thrust upon you in the kitchen. “Don’t let me keep you, then.”

Leaving the two men to their conversation, you meander farther into Hoseok’s studio, taking in the vivid colors splashed across each surface. You walk past several still life paintings and one of a seascape rendered in bright blues and yellows before coming to a stop at the chalkboard on the far wall. Vaguely, you are aware of Taehyung and Hoseok slowly making their way around the perimeter of the room as they discuss the various pieces, but you are too entranced by the rough chalk drawings in front of you.

“I’ve always been terrible at drawing hands.” Hoseok’s voice floats across the room, and you realize immediately that he’s talking about the chalk drawings. Hands of every shape, size, and color are scattered across the board, and you marvel at the realism as you raise your own hand and hold it up to each sketch in turn, mirroring the positions. Peace signs, thumbs-ups, high-fives—the accuracy Hoseok has managed to capture in a few simple strokes of chalk is astonishing. They’re some of the loveliest sketches you’ve ever seen, and, you are about to turn and tell him so when the next words out of his mouth stop you dead in your tracks.

“But you know what they say—practice makes perfect, right?” Taehyung nods his agreement, and the red-haired man grins before leading him over to the canvas displayed on the easel in the corner. “This is what I’m working on right now. I really wanted this painting to be perfect, and I’m hoping you might like it enough to display it in your gallery.”

From your angle, you can’t quite see the painting propped on the easel. Quietly, you begin inching to the right, trying your best to be as unobtrusive as possible, and little by little, the work comes into view. You catch a glimpse of purple and a flash of green, and then Taehyung is stepping back to say something to Hoseok and the painting in its entirety is revealed, brilliantly simple and heartwrenchingly tender.

Two hands—one a deep, rich purple and the other a bright, brassy yellow—are twined together on the canvas, fingers interlaced and thumbs crossed over one another. From between their fingers, delicate green vines spring up, winding around and up their arms, each shoot bearing tiny leaves and even tinier red blooms that have yet to blossom. You draw closer as if compelled, and Hoseok beams when he notices your interest.

“I’ve been calling it Love in Bloom,” the red-haired man explains, directing the words at Taehyung. “It’s cheesy, I know. And of course, it still needs a few finishing touches. But I’m really pleased with how it’s turned out so far, and it looks like your girlfriend likes it too.”

You almost choke on your shortbread. Beside you, Taehyung looks about ready to spit out his tea, the muscles in his jaw working furiously as he splutters in response. “O-oh! We’re not… um. We’re not together. She has a boyfriend, and I… we… we’re just friends. That’s all.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen, horror creeping across his features. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed…”

“It’s okay!” Taehyung assures hurriedly, laying a hand on the red-haired man’s shoulder. “Really. There’s no way you could’ve known.”

Somehow, between the crumbs still lodged in your throat and the wild thoughts darting about your head, you manage to give Hoseok a reassuring nod. “D-don’t worry about it,” you stammer when your voice finally returns.

Hoseok’s frantic expression relaxes, settling into sheepishness. “I really am sorry,” he apologizes again. “Um, maybe we should move on? I still have a few questions about Studio V, if you don’t mind…”

“Of course not,” Taehyung replies. Then his gaze skitters over to you, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “Do you mind, {Name}?”

You wonder at how quickly he seems to have recovered, taking in the gentle slope of his upturned mouth and the sparkling warmth of his chocolate brown irises. “Not at all.”

///

It wasn’t your intent to spend nearly a full day with Taehyung. When you’d left your apartment this morning, you’d expected a nice chat over a quick cup of coffee. Casual conversation and roasted beans, maybe with a splash of milk and a dash of sugar. That was it.

You certainly didn’t expect to still be with him five hours later, when midmorning has descended well into the afternoon and the sun is already beginning to sink toward the orange horizon. “I always forget how short the days are in the winter,” you say wistfully, watching the city pass by in a flurry of steely gray and polished monochrome glass. “It gets dark so fast.”

Taehyung hums thoughtfully from his spot in the driver’s seat, his fingertips tapping idly along the wheel in time with the radio. “It is starting to get dark,” he admits, gazing through the windshield at the setting sun. “Did you want to head home? I can drop you off if you’d like. Or—“ He trails off, his deep voice tapering off into silence, but when you raise a curious brow at him, he huffs out a soft chuckle and continues. “Or we could have dinner.”

“Dinner,” you repeat slowly. On cue, your stomach lets out a loud grumble, as if to remind you that you’ve only fed it shortbread and apple turnovers today.

If Taehyung hears your belly’s rumbling complaint, he doesn’t say anything about it. Still, you can see the way his lips curve upward, his face illuminated by the last weak rays of the golden sun. “The holiday market always has good food,” he says. “Have you been yet?”

“No, not yet,” you answer. “I’ve been meaning to go, though.”

Taehyung’s tapping fingers still on the wheel as he makes a smooth right turn. “No time like the present,” he remarks, and when the car straightens back out again, your jaw drops at the sight before you.

You’ve only seen the holiday market in daylight, walking past on the rare occasions when your errands take you downtown. You’ve seen the rickety carnival rides and the wooden stalls displaying homemade wares, with their painted signs peeling after weeks of exposure to the unpredictable wintry weather. But as the sky fades into dusky hues of blue and purple, a very different scene emerges. Lights begin to turn on—from the streetlamps lining the road to the string lights wound around every available surface—illuminating the entire holiday market in luminescent gold. In the distance, the Ferris wheel spins slowly, stark and bright against the darkening backdrop of the sky.

“Oh, wow,” you breathe. “It’s so pretty.”

“It is,” Taehyung agrees, and as you press against the window for a closer look, you completely miss the way his gaze lingers on your face.

To your surprise—and Taehyung’s delight—it doesn’t take long to find a parking spot. He manages to snag a space along the side of the street just as someone else is pulling out of it, and within minutes the two of you are walking into the brightly-lit market square. Your head spins pleasantly at the sudden influx of sights and sounds, your nose twitching at the smell of fried food and mulled wine. As if on cue, your stomach rumbles again, and, embarrassed, you look up at your companion.

Taehyung is grinning a grin so wide, you fear his mouth might fall off. “Food first?”

“Food first,” you confirm, rubbing your belly ruefully. His eyes crinkle up into crescents, and something in your chest does a funny little flip when he reaches out to grasp your hand and leads you toward the concession stands.

It seems a waste to sit down and eat, so you and Taehyung elect to walk around, admiring the wares of the local craftspeople with baskets of food in hand. The stall to your left is selling glass-blown sculptures, and the one next to it has delicate hand-painted ornaments. Across the way, there’s a gorgeous display of textiles, and another of sparkling jewelry. It’s impossible to stop and admire everything, yet that’s exactly what you want to do. And Taehyung seems to feel the same way, if the awestruck look of wonder in his eyes is anything to go by.

“{Name}, look,” he says excitedly, gesturing at one of the painted ornaments. You recognize the distinctive golden whorls of Starry Night right away, smiling at the way his love for art always manages to shine through.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, watching as he sets down his food and carefully plucks the glass globe from its black velvet casing, spinning it around to admire the brushwork.

He beams. “Do you want it?”

“Do I want it? I should be the one buying it for y—“ you begin to say, only to be cut off by a loud buzzing from your pocket. The sudden vibration startles you, but you recover quickly enough to grab your phone and offer Taehyung an apologetic shrug before answering. “Hello?”

On the other end of the line, you hear a low, deep sigh. Then: “Hey. It’s me.”

“Jungkook?” you ask, your heart rate picking up at the sound of his voice. Pulling your phone away from your ear, you stare at the unfamiliar string of numbers on the screen. “This… this isn’t your cell. Where are you?”

“Work,” he sighs. “But that’s not important right now. I… I want to apologize for what I said the other night. It was completely out of line, and I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook,” you repeat, his name heavy on your tongue. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Taehyung, his coppery hair shining like burnished gold underneath the lights strung up around the market. He’s turned back to the stall selling ornaments in an attempt to give you a little privacy, but the stiff set of his shoulders tells you that he can hear every word. Wordlessly, you take a few steps back, finding refuge along the side of one of the wooden stalls and lowering your voice. “Jungkook, I’m glad you’re apologizing. But shouldn’t we talk about this in person?”

“We should,” your boyfriend agrees. The sound of shuffling papers filters through the line, and you deduce that he must be fidgeting nervously. “How about tomor—“

Out of nowhere, a toddler nearby starts wailing, his cherubic face scrunching up as he reaches up for his mother. The new sound gives Jungkook pause, and you can hear the concern lacing his tone as he speaks again.

“{Name}, what was that? Where are you right now?”

“I’m downtown,” you admit, plugging your other ear in order to hear him better. “At the holiday market in front of city hall.”

Even through the phone, you can hear the frown in his voice. “Alone? You really shouldn’t wander around the city at night, you know. It’s not safe.”

For a split second, you debate letting him believe that you’re alone, only to banish the thought immediately afterward. Jungkook has already gone to the effort of apologizing and he deserves your honesty now. Taking a deep breath to steel your nerves, you quickly explain, “I’m not alone. I have a friend with me.”

“Oh.” A pause. “Is it Jin?”

“Taehyung,” you murmur, swallowing nervously when you hear his sharp intake of breath. “We… we met at Luxe last week.”

You don’t explain any further, and you don’t need to. You can tell from the prolonged silence on the other end of the line that Jungkook has realized which night you are referring to. It’s the night he never showed up for your long-awaited dinner date—the night Taehyung swooped in to your aid and saved your dignity. And even though you don’t explain exactly when or how you’d met your coppery-haired friend, you know that Jungkook’s analytical mind is calculating every possibility.

“I see,” he finally says, his tone clipped. “Well. I guess I’ll stop interrupting, then.”

“Jungkook!” You’re gripping your phone so tightly your knuckles are beginning to turn white. “Jungkook, wait.”

Silence. Then, “I need to go, {Name}. Bye.”

You remain standing with your phone at your ear for several long moments after he hangs up, your heart hammering wildly in your chest as blood rushes through your ears. Jungkook is upset—probably even more so than before. And all at once, regret begins to bubble up in your chest, eating away at your insides until you’re lightheaded.

Taehyung must’ve gotten worried over your extended absence, for his head suddenly pops around the side of the stall. “{Name}? Are you all right?” When you don’t answer right away, he takes a cautious step forward and repeats your name, concern etching its way across his features. “{Name}? What happened?”

You finally lower your phone, tucking it back into your pocket and shaking your head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine, really.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “That was your boyfriend, right? Jungkook?”

You nod. “We… we’re just going through a rough patch. I’m all right. Honest.”

To your relief, he doesn’t press the issue any further. Instead, he simply offers you a small smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “It’s been a long day. Why don’t we call it a night? I can drive you back home.”

“Taehyung,” you begin to protest. “It’s okay, I can take the bus or call a cab or something—“

He shushes you with a bop on the nose, just as he’d done back at Studio V. “I’d feel much better if I drove you myself. Call it a gift—a thank you for putting up with me all day.”

You shake your head. “You’re too kind to me.”

“Nonsense,” he replies simply. “The world could do with a lot more kindness, in my opinion.”

And on that note, he gestures for you to follow him back onto the main path through the holiday market, meandering through the milling crowds and wooden stalls until you finally reach the street where his car is parked. The drive back to your apartment passes in amicable silence, broken only by the occasional directions you provide him and the soft sound of the radio.

“Thank you,” you murmur when he pulls up to the outside of your apartment building, stopping right at the front door.

“You’re welcome,” he responds with a smile. “Try and enjoy the rest of your night, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree softly. His smile widens.

Stepping out of his car, you enter the lobby of your building. He doesn’t drive off until he sees that you are safely inside, and you wave at his retreating taillights until they disappear into the night.

Then you pull out your phone and thumb over to your ‘J’ contacts, composing a quick message. I really, really, really need a drink tomorrow. Putting the device away, you head for the elevator.

By the time you step out onto your floor, you have a response lighting up your screen.

[6:43pm] Jin: Brunch instead of breakfast tomorrow, then. I’ll have a mimosa waiting.

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Parenthood.

Dad!Jaehyun

Theme: Parenthood AU

Genre: angst , fluff

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 4k

Summary: Jaehyun didn’t expect the hardships of parenthood to slap in right in his face. He had the time of his life when his baby girl was younger, waddling to him and crying out his name in the middle of the night. He knew downfalls were bound to come in his way but he certainly was not ready for his baby girl to start rebelling as a consequence of her puberty phase.

“Jaehyun, could you please call Mina down?” you called out from the kitchen.

Immediately, you heard footsteps coming your way and came a pair of arms snaking your waist while you were plating the dishes. Jaehyun placed his chin on your shoulder as he watched you finish the last bit of platings to be done before serving them on the dinner table.

“You smell nice”

“I just finished cooking”

“Still” he chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on your neck before nuzzling his face into it.

The small but intimate action has your heartbeat increasing and butterflies erupting in your stomach. Years has passed with you both being married and parents to a lovely daughter but his actions still has the same effect on you as when you both first met.

A contented smile made its way to your face, letting the dimpled man to stay in that position for a little while longer. A few seconds has passed before you tapped gently onto his forearms.

“Go get our daughter, Jaehyun” you gently said, turning around to meet his dark brown orbs. He offered you a lazy smile and pecked your lips before nodding and walking off.

“Cupcake, dinner’s ready!”

You gathered a few plates on a tray and brought them out to the dinner table, placing them one by one with utmost care. Your husband was already sitting on a chair at the dinner table, watching you gracefully set the table for your little family.

“Mina!” you called out after several minutes has passed with no signs of your daughter coming out of her room.

The sound of a door being harshly pulled open caught both of your attentions as you both turned to look at a dishevelled looking girl. She was still in the area of her room, one hand holding the door knob so tightly her knuckles turned white.

A scowl was on her face and her hair was all over the place. Her gritted teeth gave away the fact that she was in a bad mood.

“Cupcake, what’s wrong?”

You watched with careful eyes as your husband stood up from his place to go over to his daughter.

The minute Jaehyun was in front of her and her room, he brought up one of his hands to brush through her hand and the other hand placed on her daughter’s right shoulder.

“Mina, dinner’s ready. Let’s eat?” he stated, more like questioned.

“I’m sleepy, not hungry.” Mina mumbled something before slamming the door in his face.

Jaehyun was left standing, looking like a statue. He slowly turned around to look at you with wide eyes.

“Did I just get rejected? By my own daughter?”

Fits of giggles left your pretty mouth as you tried hard to calm yourself down. The sight of him looking so defeated was just so funny to you.

You were still laughing and out of habit, your eyes were squinted so you couldn’t really see much. Not until you felt a pair of arms embracing you.

“Baby~ I just got rejected, can you not laugh at me?” Jaehyun whined, strings of word out of annoyance coming out of his mouth as he cling on to you like a koala.

“My god, you big baby! Stop clinging on to me”

You tried to get out of his grasp only to feel it tighten more. After a few seconds, you finally got him to sit down with you to have dinner together.

“Do you think she’s just having a bad day?”

“Maybe. I’m not too sure myself, Jaehyun.” sighing to yourself and you told yourself that today was just another one of Mina and her bad moodswings.

————

You were relaxing while watching TV with Mina in the living room, the only sounds filling the room was the characters in the drama you were watching. Not until Mina spoke up.

“Mama, you look really pretty today”

You raised an eyebrow at your daughter who started feigning innocence with that coy smile of hers.

That smile she got from her father, the smile you fell in love with.

But in this setting, you knew it was just a set up.

“Why, thank you. I always look pretty, every day at that” you winked at her and a big goofy smile was plastered on your face.

you watched out for her reactions and you did not fail to notice her holding back from making gagging sounds. You burst out laughing at her reaction and scooted closer to her on the sofa you both were currently sitting on.

You hugged her smaller figure and squeezed her as if she’s some plushie.

“Mom! stop squeezing me,”

“Well girl~ I ain’t sorry for showing my affection,”

Mina clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes while you were still hugging her. You released her from your hold and looked at her.

“But what is up with the compliment?”

“Am i not allowed to compliment my own mama?”

Not buying her words, you leaned back to get a clearer view of her face and crossed your arms. You waited for a few seconds before lifting your eyebrows to intensify your way of making her come clean.

“Fine. I just want to ask if i could travel to Busan with Juhyeon. For around 5 days since we’re having a break soon. Pretty please?”

She gave you her famous puppy eyes that would have you and your husband crumbling and succumbing to her wishes straight away.

But this time, you don’t.

“No.”

There was no hesitation in your answer and you knew nothing good will come out of this discussion.

“What? Why not!” your daughter argued, raising her voice out of a mixture of disbelief and anger.

You knew how much Mina wants to travel with her best friend one day, just the two of them. So this wish would mean a lot to her and you knew that more than anyone. After all, you were her mother.

But you stood your ground. With a gentle voice that was much different to your chirpy and sassy usual tone, you stabilise yourself to prevent lashing out on her. Because you and your husband both believed that raising your voice is not the way to get a child to listen to you.

“Mina, what is your age?”

“So what about it?”

“Under whose care are you still in?”

“So?”

“Mina.” The firmness in your voice has made its appearance, causing the small girl to slightly quiver.

You only ever use that tone to make sure she is back on track, back to reality from her delusional self.

“Mama, you know how much I have been wanting to travel with my best friend. You know how stressed I have been in and out of the house. and you certainly know more than anyone else that I need a break. And you’re not allowing me to go?”

“Answer my questions.”

Your voice was back to its gentle tone, scarily gentle which intensifies the atmosphere because both you and your daughter know that Mina is threading on thin ice.

“I am 16, and still under your care.”

“Does that answer your question?”

“No. I just dont understand why you wouldn’t let me go!”

By this time, Mina was fully raising her voice and was standing in front of you. With furrowed eyebrows and hands clenching into fists, she made sure her body language tells you that she was angry for you denied her permission.

You stayed seated on the sofa, your body now fully facing forward, facing Mina. Your eyes bore into her smaller ones, while your arms remained cross on your chest.

“Previously, you didn’t allow me to go for a sleepover at Juhyeon’s house. You also didn’t allow me to stay late for a BBQ at Rihyun’s house. And then when I went to a movie with a guy friend, you-“

“Does she owe you freedom?”

A sharp male voice cut Mina off from her rant and both heads now turned to the owner of the voice. The figure was standing firmly in the small hallway which gives away the fact that he had just came through the door at the end of the hallway.

If he has had a tiring day, he did well in hiding it because his posture was straight and he stood firmly.

“Papa-“

“Jae-“

You both started but was again cut off, Jaehyun’s eyes still boring into your daughter’s small ones.

“I asked you a question, Mina” he said with a much calm and composed posture.

As mentioned previously, both you and Jaehyun believes in the fact that raising your voice or scolding your child is not the way to raise them. Mutual respect is much appreciated and embraced in your household.

“No.”

“Then why are you making it seem like she must allow you to venture out on your own?”

Silence ensued and the atmosphere was as tensed as ever. You watched the scene unfold before your eyes, making sure both of your beloved does nothing to cross the other’s line.

“Have you ever given yourself some time to sit and reflect? No, have you ever given Mama some time to explain to you why she did what she did?”

Mina still didn’t back down, her fists clenching every so tightly by her side. She felt her anger rising and her blood boiling. You knew by the looks of it, she will burst sooner or later. So before that happens, you step in to lessen the tension.

“Min-“

“No. All you ever both do is nag at me to always study! All you do is to deny whatever I’ve requested for! You don’t allow me freedom! You don’t even take time to understand what I’m going through. You don’t even know what i’m going through. And when i come to you for a much needed release in the form of requests to go out and have fun, all you do is to deny all of them. Do you even care about me? Because it looks like you don’t.” She snapped

Her words had such a harsh bite to it, stinging the hearts of you and your husband. You watched wide eyed as tears slipped down her mochi cheeks and she did nothing to wipe it away, since her hands was busied in clenching themselves to her sides.

Mina found herself saying more than she wanted and she found herself slightly shaking due to her outburst. She knew not all of it was true but what can she do? It was in the heat of the moment and she knew she couldn’t take back the words.

“Jung Mina.” Jaehyun sternly voiced out.

With that, she stormed into her room and slammed the door the hardest she had ever. She had enough and she didn’t want to take more naggings.

Jaehyun stood rooted to the ground, watching his daughter walk away from her parents. He can clearly hear the pieces of his heart breaking at the sight of his infuriated daughter removing herself from his sight. He lost all his energy the moment Mina slammed her bedroom door.

“Jaehyun,” you softly called out, inviting him over to you as you extended your arms to welcome him into your embrace.

You were expecting him to approach you and accept your hug. But no, he didn’t. He did the opposite.

He walked straight to Mina’s bedroom and started banging on the door with you widening your eyes. You tried to process the situation and understand what he was trying to do but you couldn’t.

Between the two of you, Jaehyun was always the calmer one, more rational and more composed. So when you see him running out of patience, you knew you had to take over his role of being the more calm person.

“Jung Mina, you better open up this door right now.” He called out.

So you hastily stood up from the sofa and took quick steps towards him. With concern and panic rising in you, you tapped on his forearm to halt his movements and get him to calm down. But he didn’t budge.

Seems like Mina couldn’t take the constant banging and knocking of the door anymore as she pulled the door open harshly. Jaehyun wasted no time intruding into her room, standing in the middle of it with both his hands on his hips.

“Young girl, you better take back your words right now and apologise to Mama.” Your husband said with a slight threat lacing in it.

You stood beside your husband, looking at your daughter before turning to face Jaehyun.

“It’s all right Jae, give her time to calm down okay. Let’s go,” you softly said in attempt to calm him down as you tug onto his forearm.

“No. Our daughter needs to know what is wrong and what is right. Saying that we don’t care about her is utter rubbish and you know that,” he gritted his teeth.

Before you could even reply, your daughter’s voice came ringing in your ears.

“Oh so what I said was utter rubbish? You care about me? Are you sure? Because i have never heard of parents not allowing their child to go out anywhere as a way of telling them they care,” she spat.

That was it. That was the last straw for your husband and he couldn’t help but to slap some sense into her.

“Jung Mina, Mama did it for you!” He snapped.

“Mama didn’t allow you to have a sleepover at Juhyeon’s house because who knows what Juhyeon’s father can do to you! Mama set a curfew for you to follow so that we can sleep peacefully knowing you’re safe at night in the comfort of our home and not with some drunken strangers lingering in alleyways! Mama, so called, kidnapped you from that guy friend of yours because she saw what he did to other girls before, when she went to fetch you after school!” Jaehyun continued, eyes that were glistening with shock and rage.

Jaehyun burst out and it was the first time he raised his voice in front of his daughter. And the sight of him trembling due to anger made Mina want to escape from his strong gaze.

You couldn’t say anything as you froze right next to your husband. you couldn’t believe this was happening. You both have talked about this before and it was a mutual agreement not to let Mina know your worries as parents. you definitely didn’t want to bother her with burdens that you should carry as a parent too.

Once again, silence engulfed them and none of the trio dared to speak or to even move. Not until Jaehyun break the ice, with a much softer tone this time.

“It is not you but the outside world that we don’t trust, Mina.”

With that, you burst into tears which you were unknowingly holding in while listening to Jaehyun knock some sense into your daughter.

Jaehyun turned to look at you before embracing you and you didnt miss the way he looked at your daughter that screamed disappointment and hurt.

“Papa, I-“

“If you think I am the one whom you should be apologising to, think again,”

Saying his last words to her for the night, Jaehyun waddled out of the room with you in his hold. Upon reaching your bedroom, you both sink into the soft matress with him still hugging you as you both sat in solitude. The lights were not turned out so both of you were just hugging in the dark, something you've found comfort in.

Your sobs were getting more faint but that did not stop Jaehyun from rubbing circles on your back, a gesture he would always do to get you to calm down. You were leaning your head on his shoulder, both hands cupping your eyes to mask the sadness slipping through in the form of tears.

This occured many times before, the situation always ending up with you crying to your husband about your daughter’s behaviour that is slowly changing. Often, you would rant to your lover about you worrying over Mina’s whereabouts, her change of attitude, her requests. You have never failed to explain to him why you did what you did and Jaehyun supported your ground, having shared the same parenthood’s perspective as you. Jaehyun noticed it too, how Mina was slowly changing to become more rude and sometimes rebelling.

Your husband sometimes put Mina back into her place, reminding her of her inappropriate attitude. But it has never gotten this far, to the extent of Jaehyun raising his voice for the first time ever.

Once your sobs were no longer heard, Jaehyun spoke up.

“We did it for her own good, what’s done is done and we cannot take back the words we’ve said today. You know i did it for the better,” he whispered into your hair.

You couldn’t manage to utter a response so you just timidly nod againt his shoulder. you both stayed in that position for a little while longer, Jaehyun starting to rock both of you side to side.

Both of you didn’t know how much time has passed since you reached the room, just basking in each other’s warmth and presence. Not until a soft knock was heard on the door. You didn’t bother looking up because you know your eyes were a little swollen from all that crying.

“Come in,” Jaehyun softly called out.

And came in a very timid looking girl, hands clasped together in front of her and head hung low. She took baby steps into the room, being cautious of her surroundings as well as the eyes looking straight into her figure.

No one spoke a word, with you just being in your lover’s hold and closed eyes to continue feeling the soothing rhythm of your husband’s calm heartbeat.

“Do you have anything for us, Cupcake?”

Mina’s head shot up at the nickname, now knowing full well that her papa is in his normal composed state compared to his outburst moments ago.

She started playing with her fingers, anxiety seeping through her veins and whole body now as she dropped her gaze down to the floor.

A few seconds passed before she gathered all her courage to take a step forward.

One step.

Two.

Three.

One more, closer to her parents now.

Another one, until she reached just in front of the two figures sitting on the edge of the bed.

All the while, Jaehyun watched her with soft eyes. He has an idea on why his daughter was standing in their bedroom but he wanted to hear it from her mouth instead.

Your hands that was laying graciously on your partner’s lap was slowly taken into the small and soft hands belonging to your daughter. At this gesture, you fluttered your eyes open and shifted a little to get a clearer view of your daughter standing in front of you and Jaehyun.

You did not fail to notice how her eyes quivered in shame and moved from just below yout eyes to the ground repeatedly. To show that it was fine for her to speak up, you took her hands in yours instead, both thumbs drawing small circles onto the back of both her palms.

“Mama,” Mina spoke up.

She was ready to back out and leave the room, opting to apologise another time. But as she bravely looked up to meet your soft gaze on her, Mina knew that there was no anger or hidden resentment of any sort that your eyes held.

“I am truly sorry,” the words left her mouth as easily as dandelion being blown away by the wind.

But you managed to catch the sincerity in her tone, mentally capturing and storing the audio in your mind. Your heart warmed at the sight of your daughter looking down to the ground, her sniffings had not gone unnoticed by both you and Jaehyun.

Jaehyun squeezed your waist a little, offering some sort of assurance. Maybe to himself more than you.

“Come here, baby” You opened your arms wide for her to accept as you sit up straight now, leaving your husband’s hold.

And Mina did, she slipped in between your legs and hugged you like her life depended on it. And you could feel every ounce of sincerity delivered through the hug.

“I am sorry for accusing you. and truly sorry for thinking that you don’t care when all you ever do ever since you gave birth to me was to give me your unconditional love and care to raise me up to become who i am today,” she sobbed into your embrace.

All you did was to stroke her hair and rubbed her back to soothe her. You knew the gestures would work since it did in any other situations.

She broke the hug not long after, sobs still apparent but she moved from you to Jaehyun.

“And Papa, thank you for opening my eyes.” She voiced out before hugging him by the neck, pressing her head against his broad chest.

“I want you to know that both Mama and Papa loves you more than anything in this world,” Jaehyun muttered while stroking her dark brown locks.

The hug the father and daughter shared did not last long as Mina turned to hug you again for the second time that night. You both start to rock side to side, with you trying to calm down the sobbing girl.

and all Jaehyun could do was watch in pure admiration how her figure fit so perfectly in your hold and he has never wanted this to end.

A few moments has passed and the three of you found yourselves sprawled out on the big bed, with Mina in between you and Jaehyun. You thought Mina was falling asleep so to help her quicken her journey to Lalaland, you started singing to a nursery rhyme, remembering how it was her favourite back in the days.

“Mama...I love your singing but I’m not too sure if i want it to rain tonight,” Mina perked up.

At this, you gasped so loud and sat up with your elbows supporting your upper body.

“How could you? Have you ever heard me hitting that high note in um, what is that song name? Oh, right! The song Emotions. Damn, Mariah Carey and Ariana Grande could never” you sassed while dramatically flipping your hair but it slapped your daughter right in her face.

A loud laughter erupted from the person lying on the opposite side of the bed. You tilted your head at the figure and lifted your eyebrows questioningly. Jaehyun caught your gaze and chuckled.

“Have you guys ever heard me hitting a high note? Man, any dolphins could never!” Jaehyun mimicked your tone and flipped his hair dramatically as well.

You rolled your eyes at him and got up on your knees, ready to fight.

“Do you want to fight, Jung?”

“Come at me, Mama”

Before you could initiate the fight, Mina came in between the two of you and stopped the childish fight.

“I’m sure my baby cry was the highest note you both have ever heard so can we please, just lay down in peace?”

You and Jaehyun glanced at each other and a knowing look was shared. No longer than a second did you both take to tackle her onto the bed, tickling her to no ends. Her sweet fits of giggles and desperate cries landed on both of your ears. Maybe more to Jaehyun as he slowly backed away from the fight.

He stared at both of you giggling like there’s no tomorrow with adoration and full of love. He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his eyes stinging as his tears threatened to escape. But he held it in, he held it all in because now his heart was swelling a little with happiness.

Happiness because this is a proof that the bonds your little family have with one another will only get stronger through hardships.

And he thanked all the gods above for nothing short of a beautiful family they have bestowed upon him.

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characters: yoon jeonghan/reader

genre/theme: fluff, married life

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september i love yous #16: as we huddle together, with the storm raging outside for @lxveille

“I don’t want it. Return that thing back where it came from.”

Jeonghan nonchalantly returns to recline back in bed from his sitting position, shutting his eyes close in hopes of muting the sound of barking alongside your children’s vivid laughter from the other side of the door. He hears you sigh and fights the small smile forming on his drying lips because you’d know you’ve won the second he cracks. You always win at stuff like this. At literally anything in the household.

“But Jeonghannie.” There goes the nickname and the pout. The bed dips beside him and you’re suddenly snuggled up in his side. “Nari and Jino like him already!”

Jeonghan keeps his eyes closed. “I don’t care,” he mutters sleepily. “Return it. I want it gone when I wake up.”

“Honey,” you plead. “He’s nice and young. I checked all his papers from the shelter. He’s completed all types of vaccines and boosters for the entire year.”

“I don’t care,” he says again, opening his eyes and looking down on you. He was right; he didn’t even need to look at you to know you’re pouting. “We have no room for a pet nor do we have the luxury of time to take care of one while juggling between our jobs and the kids.”

Sighing, you entangle yourself from him and sit up. Jeonghan does as well. “We can leave him to Cheol when we’re gone. Trust me, honey, I’ve already had this all planned.”

It visibly takes you aback when Jeonghan stands from the bed, sliding on his indoor slippers and lazily walking towards the door. “Nice to know none of your plans include telling me first.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, standing to catch up with him.

The door of your children’s playroom is wide open when you and your husband pass by them. “Daddy!” Nari calls out. Jeonghan’s heart softens by a million times at the sight of his girl holding the small, brown puppy in his arms as he runs towards you and him. “Look! Meet Sandy!”

Jeonghan stops just in front of their door and goes down on one knee to pat Nari’s hair. “Mommy has something to tell you while I secure the house for the storm tomorrow, okay?” Jino runs towards them, giggling as he reaches out both hands. Jeonghan stands to carry the three-year old kid and kisses the top of Nari’s head. “Hey, buddy.”

“Daddy,” the younger says, a wide grin painted on his face. “His name is Sandy because his fur looks like sand.” Jeonghan nods and kisses Jino the same way as Nari.

“That’s great,” he answers and puts Jino down. The younger immediately cradles the puppy in his arms, Nari painstakingly passing it to him. Jeonghan looks at you, his eyes firm while yours are hopeful, but he shakes his head and turns to walk down the stairs. “You’re telling them that we’re not keeping it. I want it returned after I store and secure all our stuff from outside.”

“Jeonghan,” you call out, still following after him. “The kids love him!”

He stops, making you halt and bump into him before the last step of the stairs. “I would have loved him, too, if you simply asked me before going out to take some puppy from the dog shelter.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little petty to be angry merely because I didn’t ask your permission?” you ask. Jeonghan turns around.

“Tell the kids we’re not keeping it,” he mutters. “And I would have wanted to be a part of the decisions you make because that’s how marriage works usually. Apparently not.”

He hears you sigh. “Jeonghan.” He shuts the door close.

❊ ❊ ❊ ❊ ❊

The storm arrives earlier than what the morning news had told you. The clock had barely struck at eight in the evening when the heavy rain began to pour, flashes of lightning and claps of thunder roaring along. Jeonghan is still sitting on the couch while you’re giving Jino a bath before bedtime. Usually, Nari comes to watch with him but she’s already upstairs, playing with the dog like she’s been doing all day. When another roar of thunder cracks on his sky, Jeonghan turns off the television and takes himself upstairs.

The door of the kids’ room is open and he finds you with the kids (and the dog) as you get them ready for bed. Leaving against the doorframe, Jeonghan listens to your conversation. You haven’t realized he’s there yet.

“I know, sweetheart,” you say, kissing the top of Nari’s head. “Daddy’s really upset about what Mommy did so I need to return Sandy.”

Nari pouts. “If we return him, who’s going to give him belly rubs?”

“The dog shelter will find new ones,” you assure. “Can you sleep by yourselves now? Or should we read Hansel and Gretel until you sleep?”

Jeonghan clears his throat to get your attention. You and the kids immediately turn to look at him. “Anyone up for a slumber party at Mommy and Daddy’s room? The storm’s stirring up the sky real bad.”

Nari and Jino immediately jump from their bed, smiles playing on their lips, and runs towards Jeonghan. He allows the children to climb on him, Jino immediately wrapping his arms on his neck and his legs around Jeonghan’s torso. Nari giggles as she hugs her father’s leg, showing how excited she is to sleep in their parents’ room. It’s only then that Jeonghan realizes that it’s been long—too long—since the kids slept with them in their room.

He looks at you. You’re still silent as you fix the kids’ beds and collect random toys they’d want to sleep with. “The doors are already locked,” he tells you. You nod, still unable to look at him right in the eyes, and pick up Jino’s plushie.

Just as Jeonghan turns to leave with Jino wrapped around him like a koala, the dog barks. Sandyrepeatedly barks upon seeing you and the kids leave, jumping up and down inside his small cage. Sighing, you watch as Nari runs back to pat the dog on his head, whispering something incoherent.

“Come on, Nari,” you call. “He’ll be fine.”

“But, Mom—” Jeonghan doesn’t miss the subtle glare you shoot towards your daughter. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sandy.”

Your husband sighs audibly, nodding in your direction. “You can take it in our room for as long as it stays quiet and it doesn’t bother the kids while they sleep.”

Nari jumps in excitement and rushes to take the dog cage before Jeonghan could even have the chance the change his mind. The little girl looks visibly happy as she takes the dog, while you smile at Jeonghan in hopes of transmitting an unsaid thank youfor allowing Sandy to stay with you for the entire night. He walks with Nari, Jino still clinging onto him, leaving you to switch off the lights and follow them afterward.

A crack of thunder startles the kids as they settle themselves in the middle of the bed. Jeonghan smiles fondly when Jino pouts in fear of the storm and Nari comes quickly to hug her little brother. Moments like this are ones that you and Jeonghan treasure the most because their childhood would eventually come to pass, like how you and him have been together for almost eight years now but it seems like it hasn’t been that long. The sight of your children in the middle of the bed makes you both stop right at the doorway, watching in awe at how beautiful two people can make out of love.

Sandy comes running towards Jeonghan’s feet, making him stumble a little, the smile on his lips turning into a small frown. You quickly take the dog in your hands and apologize to Jeonghan. “I told Nari to keep it in the cage,” you mumble apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’ll return him once the storm’s over.”

Jeonghan smiles and it startles you when he quickly leans in to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek, something he would have given you if you both were eighteen, still learning how to make each other’s heart race. “We can keep him.I’m sorry for being all prissy about it.”

Your face lights up. Jeonghan’s heart takes a huge leap. “Really?”

Nodding, he rubs the dog’s ears, to which Sandy returns the affection quickly, leaning into Jeonghan’s touch. You look up from the wonderful sight when Jino calls you and Jeonghan, asking why you’re still standing by the doorway. The dog jumps out of your arms when you lower your body to put him on the floor; he runs towards his cage and settles himself in. It doesn’t take longer than a minute for you and Jeonghan to jump on the bed, settling yourselves on either side of the bed, your kids comfortably reclined in the middle.

Another crack of thunder startles the kids, making them screech. Jeonghan leans over to switch off his lamp, leaving only yours to illuminate the entire room.

“Still scared?” he asks the kids, draping the duvet over them and kissing their heads.

“Not anymore,” Nari answers. “Not when Mommy and Daddy are with us.”

“Wuv you, Mommy,” Jino mumbles sleepily. “Wuv you, Daddy.”

“Love you,” Jeonghan replies fondly.

“Goodnight, munchkins,” you whisper, kissing them on their noses like you always do. “We’ll protect you from the storm.”

The rain pours harder, a series of roaring thunders coming after. Laying on his side, Jeonghan looks at you as you curl yourself beside Jino, your eyes fondly focused on the kids. Though it’s a little dark, his gaze doesn’t leave you until the kids have closed their eyes and drifted to slumber. You had always loved looking at the kids while they sleep, especially when they were younger. You once told him you liked staring at the people you love as they sleep. He wonders if you do the same to him. (You do. Every night before you sleep. The second you wake up.)

The dog must have slept on his own because for a few minutes, it’s only the thunderstorm that you and him could hear. You look surprised when you look up and meet his eyes.

“Thought you’d be asleep,” you mutter, sitting up to tie your hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, voice sounding sleepy and drained. The darkness almost hides the blush on your cheeks. “I love you.”

You shake your head, giggling softly as you lean over the kids to kiss him on the lips. “And I love you. Thank you for allowing us to keep Sandy.”

“I’d take anything for as long as I see you and the kids happy,” he replies. You return to lay back on your side so you’re facing him, too. “Even a brown furball whose name is that of a girl when he’s obviously a boy.”

“Sandy is a gender-neutral name!” you defend, making him smile softly. You really are beautiful.

“I love you,” he tells you again as you huddle together with the kids, the storm raging outside.

“And I love you.”

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