#Sleep now Zen later

[evilminji]

You know how... world leaders can't just? SAY stuff? Because when they DO it's the Offical Stance(tm) of their Country?

That makes their Fuck Ups(tm) all the more serious. It's WHY they have press teams.

But!!!

WHAT IF?

They said something, PUBLICLY, on LIVE TELEVISION, that? Can not be taken back? Full on "masks off, behold the horrors you have payed for" moment?

Sure, they could SAY "that wasn't me" and "I was brainwashed" etc etc. But? If it's BIG enough? UGLY enough? TRUE??? People WILL find it. Dig and dig and dig like termites in the walls. Hunt like bloodhounds.

Riot in the streets.

Because? All it would TAKE? Is ONE half ghost, a few too many long nights trying to balance college classes and his internship, a bigotry filled call from back home, and staring down that empty fridge with just one box of moldering take out, because he's been too busy and stressed to remember to get GROCERIES AND-

Ah.

So this is what "so stressed you feel calm, I have run out of Fucks too give" feels like. Neat. *picks up phone* Hey, Sam? You still at that protest? Outside the presidential speech? Neat. Don't move.

One Phone Line Express later. SAM is telling him to breathe. Maybe... maybe calm down. Think about this. Others around her can see the same "spark of madness" glint in his almost zen like smile.

It Fiiiiine, Sam.

He's just here to Talk.

He disappears. Sam's freaking out. President stumbles but catches himself on the way to the mike. Up in the watch tower, various Magic users choke on their lunches, because a ghost just possessed the United States President.

ON LIVE TELEVISION.

He taps the Mike, smile, leans in real close like he's gonna Tell You Folks A Secret.... Aaaaand~

"The second you Die, you no longer have human rights. Doesn't matter how brief. Heart stops? You're sub-human scum! Non-sentient by American law. We here in the United Stares PROUDLY desecrate the bodies and graves of the dead. Tear apart the immortal souls of the innocent. And condemn you to oblivion crying, begging, and screaming for mercy! Why, obviously, is an act. Because souls don't have the RIGHT to feel fear or pain!

And YES. We do mean EVERYONE'S. Atlantian, Kryptonian, Martian. Canadian, Mexican, Russian, AND Chinese! I could keep going! Once you die? You belong to the United States to experiment on as we see fit! You're PROPERT now! So turn your nonrights having, nonsentient self in to the nearest GIW! For the good of AMERICA. Ectoplasmic Scum!"

*drops mic*

Jaws are on the floor. This was VETERANS DAY. Dead military Heros and smile for the cameras. A cake walk. Do a patriotism, rah rah. There.... there are DIPLOMATS in the crowd. Sure as SHIT, were more then a few foreign nationals WATCHING. Religious leaders looking on in fury, grief, and horror.

Reporters. Oh sweet Jesus the reporters.

The press secretary faints.

PANDEMONIUM. The president, still dazed and confused from being possessed, gets PUNCHED on live television be his VP, a deeply religious if moderately shady man. Take bribes? VP is cool with that. Bootstraps, peasants, and all that. But how DARE you fuck with the Souls of the dead. How DARE you!

Phones are blowing up, questions are being shouted, the JLA Dark FEEL like they should tell somebody about the ghost kid... but also this feels VERY "Call for help-y" so they might throw their weight around instead and pretend they know nothing. World leader are meaningfully staring at their Dear Beloved Dead Grandmother's photos as they send LIVID assistants to hound the American into answering the DAMN PHONE-!

And Danny?

Danny feels calmer now. He has stolen like....700 bucks from secret security's various wallets. He's going to buy himself BOUGIE groceries. Some...some NICE take out. Maybe a little cake. Yeah~ Cake for Danny~

If anyone needs him? No you don't. He needs to go do some shopping, eat, lie on the floor of his shower and just... vibe for a bit under the spray. In the dark maybe. Sleep for a week. Have his food. Yummy little treats.

Or he's gonna fuckin LOSE IT, man.

(Tucker is actively hacking his college schedule as they speak. He KNEW it. Called it! Too many classes! But does Mr "I can handle it" listen? Noooooooo! Now look what happened! Holy SHIT, Danny!)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[novemberheart]

{overview} John and Johnny leave……does Simon step up to the plate?

{warnings} fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly 141

Chapter 15 <- Chapter 16 -> Chapter 17

You had spent that whole night wrapped around Johnny, squeezing him like an anaconda.

“I’ll miss you a lot Mac,” you mumbled pitfully against his neck. It was time for him and John to leave, the sun not due to come up for another four hours.

“I’ll miss you too, peaches,” he murmured back, his grip on you crushing. “You'll be a good girl while we're away, yes?” He smiled against your head. John cleared his throat and you took the hint to untangle yourself. You kicked your legs a silent request to put you back on the ground. Johnny inhaled your scent, suddenly pressing kisses all over your face making you chuckle.

John held his arms out to you and he quickly lifted you up just like Johnny had done. His lips pressed firmly against your neck, vibrating against you as he spoke.

“We’ll call you when we can. When we can't we’ll make sure Laswell keeps you updated,” he assured.

“Be safe,” you whined, pressing yourself deeper into his shoulder. He held you there for a moment- this being harder than he had imagined.

“We’ll be back soon, pretty girl,” he pressed a kiss against your temple, pulling away to plant another one on your lips. He pulled away rather quickly, but you gripped his face pulling him back. “Now I really have to get back soon,” he chuckled, giving your temple one last peck.

They grabbed their bags by the front door, eyeing the three they were going to leave behind.

“Come on, lovie. Let's get you back to bed.” Kyle yawned, leading you to his room. You paused looking at Johnny's shut door. “We can sleep in there tonight. If you'd like,” Kyle offered softly, opening the door.

“He won't mind?” you asked hesitantly.

“You kidding me? Nothing would be better than comin’ home to a bed smellin’ like you,” Kyle smiled, clicking his tongue.

The next day was easier. You still had Kyle and Simon to rely on. Simon stepped up to double alpha duties, filling in for moments you usually shared with John. You were growing re-fond of Simon very fast. He was a complex creature. Grunting after you say something, only for him to pet the top of your head when he could tell you were in your thoughts too much.

Kate texted you that night.

Hi, love. The boys are fine. They just landed where they needed to be. They’ll try to call you later!

You smiled at the words. You missed them- but you weren't worried about them yet.

The next day was much harder. Knowing Kyle and Simon were leaving the next day.

“Simon?” you began softly. Simon had a mini zen garden in his office- a gag gift from Johnny. You enjoyed it though, making patterns in the sand. He grunted.

“I'm going to miss you while you're away, you know,” you said softly. You didn't expect him to say anything back, but you just had to tell him. The urge sitting under your skin like a ticking time bomb. If you didn't act on it you would throw yourself at him, gripping onto his shirt like your life depended.

“You’ll be fine, pup,” he assured. His voice was tender, making the ache in your chest deepen.

You don’t know if you're cut out for this.

“You’re with us because you’re tough,” He continued. “You’re a part of the pack, you need to act like it.”

You had never been one for tough love. However, when it came from Simon it eased you. Maybe it was his unwavering confidence or the fact that it showed he believed in you.

“Thank you, Simon,” you breathed.

“Remember what we talked about?” Simon questioned, while you clung to Kyle. You pulled your wet face from out under his chin, your bleary eyes staring up at the hulking man.

“Don’t answer the door unless I already have plans with someone. If there is something sketchy going on, hide in your bathroom and call the number on the sticky note on the bathroom mirror,” you repeated. Simon had turned his and John’s bathroom into a panic room in case something were to happen. You weren't sure if the idea soothed you or not. Regardless, it was a loving gesture. One that had the smell of a well-taken-care-of omega drifting off of you. It was quickly overshadowed by your bleak scent.

“And?”

“-and if I have a bad feeling about something I'm probably right,” you finished.

“Good girl.”

A kiss being pressed against the outside of your ear brought you back to the beta you still had your claws in.

“Kyky?” you hummed.

“Yes, lovie?” he hummed back, swaying the two of you back and forth. Simon made no move to rush either of you.

“Can I sleep in your bed while you're away?” you asked quietly. He agreed without missing a beat. It had helped the night Johnny left. A hand rested against Kyle's shoulder.

Time was up.

Kyle detached himself from you. You didn't help him in the process but you didn't keep your grip as tight. He moved to the door, grabbed his bag, and flung it over his shoulder.

“Bye, pup.” Simon sighed, grabbing his own bag off the floor.

“Bye, alpha.” The title didn't leave your lips without your consent. It was a sentiment, something to let Simon know you acknowledge the way he had stepped up for you while John was away. His body froze, a low rumble echoing in his chest. He turned around, his hand resting on the back of your head pulling you against his chest. He gave you one solid squeeze, pulling away before you could fully process or sink into him.

“Be good,” he commanded over his shoulder heading out the door. Kyle snuck one last hug in, before shutting the door behind him.

You were alone.

You couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard you tried. It wasn't any quieter than it usually was, yet the air was cold. The comfort stripped from it as soon as the door closed behind Kyle. You whined, pulling yourself out of Kyle's bed and making your way to Johnny's. You grabbed his speaker hoping some background noise would muffle the sound of the stale air. It had helped, the smell of Kyle’s neutral scent causing the pounding in your head to relax and combined with the scent of Johnny from the stuffed jellyfish he had bought you, you should be passed out by now.

It was too dark.

You huffed, uncovering yourself again, heading towards the kitchen, flicking the light on, and making your way back to Kyle's room. You kept the door open providing just enough light to where you could clearly see everything without any mistaken shadows.

You finally fell asleep.

The next day you had something planned with Anais. It was a ‘fitness club’ that met twice a week every week for two hours to futz around in the massive gym, without worrying about any cocky alphas or flirty betas. They had everything from trampolines to obstacle courses. You and Anais decided on the massive yoga balls.

“I feel horrible,” you whined, hitting the ground as the yoga ball shot out from under you.

“I would too after that.” Anais chuckled, still trying to find a safe space for her glasses. She looked so different without her eyes magnified. With her glasses, she was adorable, without them she was rather alluring. Her brown eyes became an elegant cat shape. “They’ll be back before you know it,” she soothed, trying to keep her balance.

“No, I mean I never asked about you. What do you do when Briggs isn't around,” you questioned.

“Stay with Jane,” she replied. “Sometimes they'll let you have a room in the medical center. You'll have to share with like six other omegas though. It's not too bad,” she smiled.

“If you ever need to stay with me you can,” you offered. She rolled over to you on her stomach, her hand reaching out for yours. You met her halfway, holding onto her arms.

“I mean this in the most respectful way. If I was around anyone in your pack for more than ten minutes I'm positive it would throw me into a heat,” she whispered, wiggling her brow. You laughed, pushing off of each other, both of you hitting the floor with a thud. “Seriously! How you haven't chewed a hole through any of them is beyond me.” She snickered, making you clutch your stomach.

“I've thought about it,” you sighed. “Especially Johnny’s arms,” you admitted, causing her to snort.

“Hey, ladies,” you both snapped your heads to the side at the new voice.

“Priya!” you cheered. It was the first time you had seen her since you'd met her.

“Mind if I sit?” she questioned, pointing to one of the other yoga balls.

“Of course. You remember Anais, right?” you introduced.

“Not that I can remember, no,” she said, making you and Anais quirk a brow.

“Oh! I usually wear glasses!” Anais chuckled, putting the thick frames back on her face. Priya's face lit up.

“Of course! I'm so sorry!” she chuckled.

Your mind had been completely taken off of the boys. The ache in your chest and the constantly looming cloud of doom vanished like it had never even been there. Until it was time to leave.

Anais’ alpha, Briggs, picked her up today and it was the first time you had ever seen him. He was handsome- a bit younger than you were expecting. His short blonde hair was neatly cropped, his green eyes shining when he saw her.

It reminded you of how Kyle looks at you.

“I've heard a lot about you,” he smiled, putting Anais down. There was a boyish charm about him. So different from the vibe your boys gave off.

“Good things?” you hummed. He chuckled, nodding his head.

“Good things,” he affirmed. “Me and Anais will walk you back to your place,”

“Are you sure? Me and Priya live in the same building. So we won’t be alone,” you explained.

“Your alpha made sure my girl got home. It's only fair I return the favor,” he insisted.

You couldn't argue with that. Briggs was a gentleman through and through. That reminded you of John. He was from South Africa and had been in the military for ten years. He was older than he looked. His trip here was supposed to be quick, but he got wrapped up in an ongoing case. He and Anais had been together for three years, and he offhandedly mentioned trying for kids which made Anais swat at him. It was the first time you had seen her flush.

“Thank you, for making sure we got home safe,” you thanked outside the tall gray building.

“Of course.”

You and Anais hugged and Priya said a thank you of her own before the two of you headed inside.

“Hey wanna do something tomorrow?” Priya asked in the elevator.

“Yeah, sure. What did you have in mind? We could go to the library? Or”-

“There’s a recreational room in the medical center. I think it is supposed to be used for patients who are there for a long time, but no one is ever in there when I go.”

A small alarm bell went off in your head. Medical was the last place you would want to go for a fun time. It was uncomfortably sterile and ghoulish. Yet Priya looked excited. Maybe you were just being dramatic.

“Sounds good,” you shrugged, as she stepped off the elevator at her floor.

“Great, see you then!”

You had already broken one of Simon's rules.

Hellooooo! 🧡 See you in two days for chapter 17! It’s another dramatic one….

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[peachesofteal]

I love me some angst and this baby trapped au is sustaining me!! But I gotta ask… what happens if darling just haves the baby then up and leaves in the middle of night?? Leaving Simon and Johnny to raise this baby they forced on her?? Or even worse (and forgive me for this) she dies in childbirth and then they finally have their baby but no darling…. They’re probably having some regrets about lying to her lol

This au has invaded my life and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m hooked ❤️🪝

SEEK HELP. But don't, because I love you. And this.

Baby trap au / Darling left after discovering her tampered birth control 18+ Mature themes. Character death. Childbirth. Hurt absolutely no comfort.

It starts with the twinge in the lower part of your belly, off to the left side. You had woken up with it, on top of your usual sore back and stiff muscles, the everyday occurrences that seemed plague you consistently since the start of your third trimester. You were always hot, always tired, always crampy, grumpy, and generally... miserable.

You didn't mean to be, but being pregnant was a hardship in so many ways, and being pregnant with no one to help you, was even harder. It took its toll. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. And now, by the ninth month... you were just so ready to be done with it.

You hadn't seen or talked to the guys since the day you walked out, the day you found that fucked up piece of foil, the day you realized what they did, and you left. You hated them for it. Hated them, for taking away your choice. Hated them, for trying to control your body. Hated them, for removing your autonomy.

At night, when you laid down to sleep, it was impossible not to feel other things, the longing, the loneliness, the love, that still lived in your heart for them, against all odds, the ache of missing them growing in your soul as your baby grew each month.

You were in an impossible situation. One you didn't know what do with it.

But today, you were preoccupied with the twinge. The twinge, that had bloomed into a full spasm of muscles across your belly, the twinge that had your boss insisting you go to hospital as soon as possible.

"Let us call an ambulance. I've had four kids! I know labor when I see it." She had hemmed and hawed while you told her it wasn't necessary, that you weren't even in active labor yet, and that you still felt totally okay.

"I'm fine." you had reassured her. "Walking is good for labor right? I'm just going to walk the three blocks and be fine."

Six hours later, you're in a bed with your legs in a pair of stirrups with a nurse by your side, holding your hand as your contractions get closer and closer, your body seizing and cramping with pain through each one, the sting getting worse and worse as the minutes tick on.

You're doing this. You're having a baby. Alone.

The realization shocks you, startles you into a moment of weird, zen like reflection, like everything is moving in slow motion around you, like nothing is progressing as you think about the fact that the guys aren't actually here, that you never did call them, that you never did tell them that you wanted to forgive them one day. That you wanted to talk to them. See them again.

That you wanted them to be here with you, for this, to see the birth of their daughter.

Another contraction rips through you and steals your breath, and you faintly hear the nurse telling you breathe while your body locks up in unmeasurable pain. Something prods between you legs, and then there's a voice saying you're fully dilated, and ready to push.

Ready? Now?

No. No... you can't. It's too fast. They're not here. They need to be here. You have to call them.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." The nurse speaks softly to you, but you can't help it. You want them. They were supposed to be here. They were supposed to be ones holding your hand, helping you, cutting the cord.

"We're going to push on the next contraction, okay?" Your doctor tells you, but you shake your head vehemently.

"No. I want my partners." you sob, and your nurse makes a sympathetic noise, while stroking some hair out of your face.

"You have to push." The nurse encourages, and pain streaks across your belly, sharp and insistent, forcing you to gasp for more air. "Ready? Push!" She tries to coach you, but you can't do it, can't even move, your body just writhing through the pain as your head spins and you pant. Your doctor says your name, kindly but somewhat stern after the contraction passes, and you moan.

"This baby is coming. You have to push." She says, and you know she's right, but you just can't get there in your mind, unable to consider the idea of her being born without Johnny or Simon being here.

"I want them." you sob, another spasm ripping through your body, forcing you to curl forward with an anguished shout. The nurse blots a cool, damp cloth against your head, while someone else on your other side adjusts your bed. There are people everywhere, all moving around in flurry, except for the doctor who's settling between your legs, eyes locking onto yours above your mask.

"There's no time dear." She says, and when you look up into your nurse's face, she seems sincere, encouraging and sweet, but you don't care. You want Johnny. You want Simon.

"P-please." You moan. "My phone- the passcode is 6669." The numbers come as a grunt when another contraction pulses through you. It's awful, burning, biting pain that shreds your belly, the muscles in your thighs, your back, everywhere, and you scream through it, while the two nurses on either side of you fold your legs back and the doctor coaches you to push.

"I can't!" You really can't. You can't do this without them. You don't even care about what they did anymore. You don't want to do this without them. They have to be here. "I can't, I ca-can't. Please, call Johnny. Or, or Simon." You pant, and eye the nervous looking aide that stands behind one of the nurses. "Call them!" You shout, and your sweet nurse gives him a nod, urging him into action as he fumbles with your phone and steps outside.

"Okay sweetheart. We're calling them, okay? But you have to push. Your body is ready." You shake your head, but you know she's right. You can feel your body bearing down, your muscles working inside of you, everything aligning so that you can have this baby.

It fills you with fear. Dread overcomes you, and when you feel the next contraction coming on, you begin to hyperventilate.

You can't have their baby without them.

"No... nonono-" You protest, like you're telling yourself, your own body, not to do what it was meant to do. It's useless however, because as your contraction peaks, your doctor is counting, and you can't help but push the way your body wants to, screaming your pain as loud as you can.

"Good job." She encourages once it passes, her eyes checking a tablet that's held in front of her face quickly, before returning her gaze back to you. "Okay, next one you're going to push for the full ten seconds okay? You can do it."

"I don't want to." You protest with a cry, and your nurse pats your hand sympathetically.

"I know, I know." She helps shift you forward, and then the next one is coming, and you feel like you're being torn apart, like your body is burning and being ripped in two as you push.

"I can see the head, you're almost there." Someone says, but you're not sure who it is, or if you care, your focus moving to one sole thing now, getting this baby out of your body as fast as you can. You breathe for maybe five seconds before the next wave begins, and then you're dropping your chin to your chest while you push with everything you have, voices in the room rising and falling, everything feeling too loud and too overwhelming, and then all of the sudden, there's a shifting inside of you, and then suddenly an overwhelming emptiness before-

a screaming, crying, shrieking baby is plopped onto your chest.

"There she is!" Your nurse calls, and you stare, slack jawed, unable to speak, unable to move while they cover her with a blanket and someone continues to work between your legs. "Congratulations mum!" The baby cries, and you lift a hand to cradle her closer while someone wipes around the top of her head.

"Hi, Bee... I'm your mom." you cry, and lower your lips to her head, placing a soft kiss on her skin while someone rubs her down. She cries, lungs healthy and full of power, and you laugh a little.

"Did you get a hold of them?" You ask him breathlessly, and he nods with a gulp.

"They're on their way." They're on their way. The words slam against your heart, and the feeling of relief is immense. They're coming. They're going to be here.

"Thank you." You hardly look at him, keeping your eyes on Bee, and her little angel face, perfect in every way.

The next few minutes pass in a blur. The doctor works on you, pressing on your stomach a few times in an awful way that hurts but is necessary, and then your bed is moved to a better position for sitting up. Bee is removed from your chest for measurements and a quick clean up, before she's placed back in your arms, freshly swaddled and soothed. You're mesmerized by her nose, her eyelashes, her tiny fingers that wrap around one of yours. Your baby, your daughter. The one you carried for nine months, the one that you went through so much heartache for, the one that you struggled so much for, was finally here. You wish they were here already, to see her, to see how precious she is, how amazing, and you sniffle through some tears when you realize you'll get to see the looks on both their faces when they see her for the first time, when they hold her.

You lift your hand to stroke the softness of her cheek, and frown, when it doesn't really cooperate... the limb feeling heavy and stiff, like it's not even really on your body. That's... weird. You try again, and again, with no success, and then you realize the room is kind of shifting, kind of spinning slightly, like you're dizzy.

"Uh-" You call out to the nurse who's on a laptop at the desk, her back partially turned towards you, and she glances over with a smile that quickly changes to a firm line when she rushes over. "I feel funny." You tell her, and she nods, the mechanics of the bed whirring while you're lowered completely flat. Bee cries, disrupted by the movement, and you want to shush her, soothe her, but the words don't come, and everything is very loud all of the sudden, bells, whistles, beeps and alarms going off at a frantic pace overtop the voices that have quickly filled the room.

"-ake the baby."

"too much-"

"hemmorage-"

The words come in clips, and your vision becomes filled with white dots as Bee is lifted off your chest, the arm that held her close to your body falling limply to your side. What's happening? You want to ask, want to scream it at them. Where are you taking her? She's crying in the nurse's arms, her distressed little face the last thing you see before your vision goes completely black, and you fade away.

"Drive fucking faster." Johnny shouts, and Simon squeezes his knee to try to calm him as best he can in this moment, even though the two of them are the farthest thing from being calm.

You were in labor, and you had actually called them. Simon's heart had soared when he answered the phone, telling the guy on the phone to tell you that they were on their way, that they'd be there soon while he and Johnny sprinted to the car. You had called them. You wanted them there.

"Tell her we love her!" He had huffed while fumbling with the keys. "We love her so much. We'll be there soon."

"Settle, Johnny." He's trying to keep Johnny calm, trying to keep himself calm, while also trying to drive as fast as possible to get to you.

"Aye, 'm sorry. I'm just... I can't wait to see her. I can't believe she called." Simon can't either. He can't believe that after eight months of being apart, eight months of wondering if they'd even ever see you again, it was them you were calling for when you needed someone, them that you wanted by your side.

It felt like a gift. It felt like a second chance.

"I hope she's okay." Johnny hedges, nervous tinge to his voice and Simon rubs his thigh to try to soothe him.

"I'm sure she's fine, babies are born all the time, yeah?"

"Yeah."

They rush the desk when they get there, both spitting out your name and the woman jerks backwards before adjusting, typing onto her keyboard to locate your record. A full minute passes, while the receptionist's brow furrows, and they both nearly explode.

"She should be here, we got a phone call." Johnny blurts.

"Should be in labor and delivery." Simon tries to provide, helpfully and they both stand there anxiously, while she taps away.

"Ah! Sorry, there she is. I've paged the L&D department, and someone will be down shortly. You can wait in those seats over there." She points to some arm chairs, and they both ignore the suggestion, opting to stand right in front of a set of doors.

"Mr. Riley? Mr MacTavish?" A female voice calls a few minutes later, and they nod, overeager as she approaches. A million questions bubble up in Simon's head, where are you, have you delivered yet, are you doing okay, how's the baby... but they all come to a screeching halt when the doctor gets close enough for him to read her face.

No.

"Can you come with me?"

"And there was just too much blood. Once the hemorrhaging started, it couldn't be controlled." Johnny hears what the doctor is saying. He can hear her, loud and clear. He copies her.

But he doesn't understand. His brain can't make the words fit, can't make them make sense. What does that mean? He glances at Simon, who doesn't look at him, just stares at the doctor, face stricken, pale as ash. Like he's seen a ghost. Like someone has died. But that can't be right.

"Alright." He says slowly. "But she's going to be okay?"

"Johnny." Simon croaks, and the doctor shakes her head.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. MacTavish. She's gone." Who's gone? Not you, obviously. What's going on here?

"No. No, no she can't be gone." Johnny protests. This doctor is clearly confused. "She just had someone call us. She's having... she's having a baby. Our baby. She's-" The doctor gives him a sad look, sympathetic and understanding. "No. She can't be gone, we just... we just got here. We-"

"Johnny." Simon says again and Johnny pivots on him.

"Tell her Si. Tell her, she's alright." Simon swings an arm forward, grabbing him by the collarbone, and holding on tight, pulling him close to his body.

It's only then, when Johnny looks up into Simon's face, and sees the tears there, sees those eyes, flooded, sees his cheeks, wet, his face full of turmoil and distress, that it really makes sense.

"No." He whispers. "No, she can't be." He shakes his head, and Simon tries to hold it still, tries to cradle his face in his palms. "Simon." He moans, word splitting into a cry, and then he's burying his face into Simon's neck, spilling hot tears onto his skin. Darling. Their Darling. Their Darling girl. Gone.

Because of them.

They did this.

Simon's body is shaking, shoulders trembling with his sobs, while he holds Johnny close, and Johnny screams into his chest, he screams and he screams until there's nothing left inside of him, every second ticking by bringing him farther and farther away from a time in his life when you still existed, when you were still in this world with them. And he wants it to stop, he wants it to stop so fucking bad but it won't, and he can't make it, he can't do anything, except stand here and scream, scream and beg and plead an unknown entity who's never given him anything good except for you and Simon.

They never got to tell you they still love you.

They didn't even get to say goodbye.

Hours later, they sit in a room with an empty bed, side by side, while a nurse stands in front of them with a tiny, sleeping baby wrapped in a blanket.

"This is your daughter." She tells them. "Her name is Bee."

"Bee." Johnny whispers, and she nods.

"Would you like to hold her?"

"Yes." Johnny says, but the word sounds flat, and he feels numb. The nurse places little Bee in his arms, while Simon watches, unblinking from where he sits right next to him. "Bee." He says again, looking down at her, truly looking at her for the first time. She looks so much like you, more like you than either of them, and he can't stop the tears that fall freely, while Simon reaches over and hesitantly strokes her cheek with a knuckle.

"She's beautiful." Simon whispers hoarsely, voice coarse with tears, and Johnny agrees. Johnny tries to stifle a sob, desperate not to wake Bee while she sleeps, but Simon can't stop himself, and he covers his face with his hand to try to smother his cry. "She looks just like her." Simon chokes, and Johnny's arms shake around where Bee is cradled. He leans to the side, into Simon, who wraps his arm around him immediately, holding Johnny while he holds their daughter, your daughter. They cannot stop their tears, their hearts cracking wide open in both of their chests as they stay down her, their only piece left of you in this world, the only thing they have left to cling to.

"You look just like your mum, baby Bee."

[baratiddyappreciator]

Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

Minors DNI and all that, you guys know better. I had a lot of fun with these ones, changed up the order a bit, and also carried over the bonus Yanagi, Oliva, Chiharu and Gaia, at the cost of taking out Tokugawa because I apparently can't sexualize that particular old man. DW, You'll still get your old man fix though ;) These are a bit longer than the initial ones because I'm not as restrained when I can just put the cut right beneath my little blurb and write... Well, sin. Also guess who finally decided to whip out colours so things are clearer :D (it's me)

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

Cuddling with him always comes with a risk. A risk of being interrupted by some upstart trying to challenge him, or his dad, for some godforsaken reason. Sometimes he gets a sudden spurt of energy and feels the need to just disappear and go train for a few hours, but sometimes, and sometimes, like now, you feel his hands start to snake around your sides and under your shirt, higher and higher towards your chest as his previously innocent kisses turn hungry and deliberate against your throat. His fingers tweak your nipples as his lips meet yours, his hips bumping softly against your own, his legs urging yours apart so he can make room for himself, grinding against you hard and slow. He was all over, kissing you, grinding against you, playing with your nipples.

He didn't want to take his hands off of your chest, so it was up to you to reach down to pull your pants and underwear down. He didn't get the luxury treatment for being lazy, of course, the most he got was you clumsily undoing his pants and pulling him out of his boxers so he could grind against your eager little hole for a little bit before he pressed in, rolling slightly so that he could press both of his knees to the futon beneath the two of you, rolling his hips, his hands still cupping your chest, but now using it as a form of handhold so he could pull you back down onto his cock, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your hear.

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

She liked having music playing while you two cuddled. She said it added to the atmosphere, helped soothe you two into a comfortable, zen mood, and sometimes even into sleep. But other times, it was helpful for covering up the sounds of her breathless gasps. Your teeth gently came down on the shell of her ear as your fingers slid over her slick clit, her hips pressed back against yours, her own hand cupping you through your pants, providing you the friction you needed as you ground against her palm, her shirt pulled up exposing her chest to the now slightly chilly air. She'd been working so hard lately, it was only fair that you help her take off the edge so she doesn't burn herself out.

She gasped slightly louder, her other hand grabbing frantically at her pillow to muffle her voice, her hips bucking against your palm as your fingers circled her clit faster and harder, her face turning slightly so you could kiss her properly. She was shaking, so close to the edge that you could almost taste it, feeling the minute twitches in her thighs and her lower stomach, her ragged breaths hitching as hit-pitched whines escaped her.

"Baby please, I'm so close already."

Hanayama:

Having him crawl into bed after coming home dead tired was always a treat. He'd normally keep the lights off and not notice that you woke up the second the front door opened. You could tell what kind of mood he was in just by how he took off his shoes. And today was a mood that you could get behind. His hand slid up your thigh over the blankets, tickling you as his weight settled behind you only a moment later, the blankets being pulled down slightly. He knew you were awake at this point, you couldn't help the stupid grin on your face as he found you naked as the day you were born in bed, waiting for him. A soft swear was muttered under his breath, before you felt his cock slap against your ass, encouraging you angle your hips up and back so he could make you feel good.

And of course, you obeyed. Why wouldn't you? This was the kind of cuddling that you didn't mind in the slightest. The delicious stretch you felt as he pressed into you was exactly what you've been needing all night. You've been lonely without him. His forehead pressed against the back of your head, hips rolling slowly to get used to the feeling before he sat up, his hand settling on your lower back, guiding your hips back to meet his in a tiny thrust, your only hint of playfulness in him before you were jostled forward by a hard snap of his hips, your hands scrabbling at the pillows for purchase.

"That's it, be good for me and take it."

Chiharu:

He was a bundle of nerves during regular cuddling, always worried that he'd do something wrong and freak you out or hurt you. He's not as strong as some of the guys in the arena, but he's still plenty powerful you know! This time, however, you were the one worried about freaking him out as your hand travelled lower and lower down his torso towards his hips, innocently looking up at him as you toyed with his zipper, your hips wiggling slightly. He looked flabbergasted, eyes flicking between your eyes and your hand, then back to your eyes, and finally down to your lips as he licked his own. This would be fun, you could tell as he gave you a tiny nod, and you started unbuckling him.

His shaft was hot and heavy in your hand as you slowly pumped him, his hand resting on your ass, slowly starting to creep around to slide beneath your pants and sink into your eager hole. It's only fair that he return the favour, right? His head fell back slightly, a groan leaving him, before his head came back to but against yours gently, his brow furrowed, his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glassy and filled with pleasure locked with your own as you jerked him off, still smug, but you couldn't stop your hips from rocking back against his hand as his fingers gently rubbed at your insides.

"Fuck me doll, you're making my brain melt."

Katsumi:

Warm. You normally woke up warm, but now you were almost too warm as Katsumi tossed your legs over his thighs, hands cupping your chest, rolling your pert nipples between his pointers and thumbs, kissing you hungrily. You loved it when he woke up and decided his morning run could be replaced by ramming you into the mattress, his hips slowly rolling against yours as he sank into you slowly, the stretch delicious as he pressed in and pulled out time and time again. One of his hands left your chest to gently rest at the base of your throat, your only warning that he was about to pick up the pace before he was off to the races.

His hips slammed into yours, the wet sound of your bodies joining amplified in the room as he used your throat to pull you back down on his cock after he jostled you forward, his hair messy, lightly panting before he flashed a smile at you, your legs cinching around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, drawing him in deeper, closer, and he didn't hesitate to throw his head back and let out a low moan that vibrated through the air, making you scrambled to reach up and cover his smirking lips.

"Come on sweetheart, the neighbours already hate us, have some fun."

Jack:

Your hands were braced on his chest, firm and strong. He was big and sturdy, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other on your hip, thumb pointing down to give you that extra bit of stimulation as your hips rocked against his hard, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head fell back against the arm of the couch, his cock pressing deep into you, hitting parts that you'd previously never known about before meeting him. His hips rolled in tandem with yours, timing it just right so that he'd press in as you rocked back, sending him deeper into you in just the right way that made you feel like you were going to explode.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his head back, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as he watched you ride him. One of your hands moved up and squeezed the base of his thick neck, earning a louder moan, his hips bucking up sharply, though he rubbed at your thigh in apology immediately after, he knew he had to behave. Sometimes him assuming that you had no ulterior motives to crawling into his lap had its benefits, like the flustered look on his face when you'd started griding your hips onto his only moments ago. He growled against your lips as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Fuck honey, keep going, just like that, I've needed it all day."

Gaia:

The first time he'd slotted his thigh between your legs while you were watching your show, you'd slapped it away playfully. He knew how much you liked this show, surely he wouldn't bother you while you were watching the new episode, right? But his thigh bumped between your legs again, and another time after that, one of his hands resting on your hips to guide them down on his leg, his other massaging the base of your throat. He was, apparently, going to make you miss this episode, forcing you to watch it some other time, which really wasn't the same. He nipped at the shell of your ear, impishly smiling at you when you glared at him from over your shoulder, though you both knew that it was half-hearted at best.

He had you grinding against his thigh on your own in no time, extremely proud of himself for providing the perfect distraction at just the right time, his own hips chasing yours with each roll forward and down, basking in your little whimpers and sighs as he brought pleasure to you, his hand rhythmically squeezing at the base of your neck in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against his leg.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Can't focus?"

Kosho:

His hands, you decided, were fucking dangerous. You'd just been trying to snuggle up to him, it was cold tonight, and now you were pinned to his chest, squirming and bucking your hips as he fucked you on his fingers, his other hand holding your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his palm made a slick slapping noise whenever it made contact with your skin, pleasure rising from each forceful impact, each crook of his fingers. You could feel him, fully hard, pressed against your stomach, but he wasn't going to let you touch him yet.

No, that was for people who behaved and didn't make him lose his comfortable spot when he was so close to falling asleep. He wasn't genuinely mad, that you both knew, but he was going to make a point, and he was going to make sure that it got across before he gave you his dick. You made a choked noise as his fingers hit a spot that made you see stars, and he smirked.

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

Cuddling with Kureha was dangerous for a multitude of reasons. For starters, sometimes he'd just sit in silence, and then come out and say that your heartbeat was irregular and that it was annoying him. Other times? Well, other times you'd wind up where you were now, with your legs over his shoulders as his mouth worked wonders on you on your couch, the freshly folded laundry knocked all over the floor during the excitement. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch, the angle awkward, but allowing for access.

Your movements were sloppy, because of course they were, he was making your brain leak out of your ears with what his tongue was doing to you, but he knew better than to expect perfection from you while he was going down on you, settling for the sloppy, jerky handjob he was getting from you, well aware that you'd get better after he helped you cum.

"Darling I love you, but if you don't give me some more grip, I'm going to lose it."

Retsu:

You loved how you could absolutely blindside this man by asking him to cuddle you. A quick cuddle on the couch, that was all you'd asked for, and he'd given it to you. What he hadn't realised was that it was all a clever ploy for you to find a way to suck his dick before he went and trained. He'd made some really good food for supper the night before, and now he was going to get cherished, absolutely fucking appreciated, the idiot.

Your head bobbed, and the couch groaned under the force of his grip, his hands shaking as he whined, hips shallowly bucking into your mouth, drool slicking his shaft, wanting to touch, but not wanting to at the same time. His face was bright red and twisted in pleasure, and if you could take a picture and frame it, you'd keep it beside your bed so you could see it every morning and every night.

"Love, please- Gods- Don't stop!"

Oliva:

Telling him about any of your fantasies was a huge mistake. Why? Because now he had you pegged. Literally and figuratively. He knew what you'd like, and he'd used that to get to where you where now, bouncing on his cock, your hands braced on his knees as his hand, settled on your lower back, guiding you up and down on him, that damn smirk playing across his lips, like he was proud of himself (he was, he absolutely was and he wouldn't hide that).

There was a brief moment where his guiding hand stopped, but only so that the other hand could give your ass a "light tap". The resounding slap rang out in the room, earning a strangled moan as you threw your head back, hearing that all too familiar chuckle.

"That's it honey, take it just like that."

Doppo:

You'd both had long days, so you'd settled for just lounging around the house, wrapped up in a blanket, watching whatever was on TV at the time. But Doppo had keen eyes and a golden tongue, he saw the way you'd kept rubbing your thighs together- hell, he'd felt it- and he wasn't about to let you end your night horny. And you would have appreciated that fact more if he hadn't put you in a damn headlock and decided to fuck your soul out. His hips pounded against yours, slick smeared across both of your skin, his arms powerful steel rods around your head and neck, choking, but not entirely.

Broken, garbled little sounds left your lips, but he only chuckled, pausing for only a second to readjust and reposition his hips to hit that spot he knew drove you absolutely insane and would usually have you cumming so hard you'd start crying, his arms flexing harder for just a moment, completely cutting off your air supply, and your eyes rolled. You could just see the proud smirk on his lips as he laughed breathlessly.

"Come on baby, I said I'd make it all better, didn't I?"

Shibukawa:

You really should have known that you couldn't out-sly the master. You thought you were being clever by offering him your lap so you could cop a feel, but that hadn't turned out the way you were expecting at all. As it stood, he currently had you pinned to the ground and was fucking your thighs almost painfully slowly, chuckling in your ear. He was so close, yet so far from you, and it drove you mad with need.

He wasn't evil, of course, just mischievous, so he was kind enough to at least direct his thrusts upwards once in a while for a short period so you'd get some stimulation beyond in your thighs, his grip so firm that it was almost guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to writhe away.

"Do you see now darling? You can't pull a fast one on me."

Yanagi:

His hand covered your mouth, but he wasn't trying to kill you. No, he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't make the neighbours freak out and call the cops as he slammed his hips against yours, your eyes rolling back as he hit a spot that made you see stars. All of this because you insisted on being so needy right after his escape from prison. His hand came down on your ass again, earning a jolt as the sharp sting shot through your body like a gun.

His fingers flexed, moving slightly, making sure that his palm wouldn't entirely cover your mouth so you could breathe, but they immediately moved back at the loud sob you let out as he hissed sharply, sucking air in through his teeth.

"Now now sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I'll have to leave."

Motobe:

You thought you'd won the lottery by getting Motobe to cuddle with you. He was warm, comfortable, and relaxed. And then he'd started cleaning his damn sword. Of course, you could still relax, hell, you even started to drift off to sleep until the movement of his arms changed slightly, a new, slick noise rousing you from your dozing. His breath came out in short pants as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it around his shaft as he kissed your forehead. Not this was a sword you could get behind cleaning.

Of course, there was something much better at cleaning his sword than your hand, and he wasted no time sinking straight into the hilt, earning a long whine as he pulled you down onto his hips, smirking up at you as your hips rolled and bucked against his, desperate for some form of relief, your hands braced on his shoulders, gasping as he simply leaned back, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched you bounce on his cock.

"There you go baby, take care of me just like that."

[obizenyukii]

top 10 obizenyuki moments (+all of the honorable mentions that i almost picked bc these three are too much .) DISCLAIMER: these are my opinions and also i talk a lot. <3

under the cut bc this is so long oh my god

number 10

THIS PANEL OF THEM BEING SO AT PEACE RESTING BY EACH OTHER'S SIDE. OBI DEEP IN CONTEMPLATION AS HE WATCHES OVER SHIRAYUKI AND ZEN. THEM SLEEPING SO SOUNDLY BECAUSE THEY CAN LET DOWN THEIR GUARD AROUND HIM. I'M FINE.

every time i see this panel i just feel so happy. they belong together.

number 9

needless to say you'll miss the young miss, but you'll be lonely without me too, i bet. this entire conversation . obi saying this as a light joke but also because he knows how much they both mean to zen. obi searching, in a way, for a reassurance that he /is/ needed and wanted as well, since it's so obvious that shirayuki would be. zen's response. this is a moment that shirayuki isn't physically in so i bumped it down a few places, but it's still so meaningful for the ot3.

number 8

obi longing for zen and telling his bestie (zen's gf, who he's known for also occasionally longing for) about it casually under the stars (and saying he'll say that to zen under the stars) . i know what you are .

this moment is absolutely iconic and one of my personal favorites <3

number 7

ot3 date <3333 the entire next chapter is just a bunch of cute moments of them (honestly could have had like 300 pics on this post if there wasn't a limit). them spending time together, goofing off, having fun and enjoying each other's company. give me 10 more of these dates please.

number 6

whenever i reach out my hand, you would grasp it?

the most iconic trio of all time you will not change my mind. this moment being an unsaid promise between the three of them to always come back to each other . lay me to rest

number 5

THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NOT DASHING OVER TO HER RIGHT NOW IS ALL THE ANSWER I NEED. THE TRUST. GOD. SHE CAN HANDLE HIM. I'M ON THE GROUND.

this moment is not as talked about (at least i haven't seen much of it discussed) but it's SO important to me. so much is being said without needing to spell it out. obi and zen keeping watch from afar, content in each other's company but also making sure shirayuki is in their sight. this is so romantic to do under the stars . they make me unwell. i need a vacation

number 4

obi and shirayuki always keeping zen in their hearts no matter what, despite him wishing not to weigh on them. this also touching on zen telling obi he wishes the title he gave him won't be a burden to him. the bond they have is highlighted so beautifully here. it's pure love <3 i'm sick to my stomach. /j

(& the bonus of obi and shirayuki seeing zen off together and looking at his retreating figure fondly. this is so romantic . i'm crazy .)

number 3

the iconic whenever i'm with you two it's always like this ;^;; <3 obi's love towards these two started to take root here. you don't understand because it's love dude . you don't understand because you were never attached to someone like this. you never had a home to come back to, never had the acceptance and understanding you have in them. dumbass. (said fondly)

it's okay, he learns it later <3

number 2

zen, furiously questioning obi and shirayuki on their health, making sure they're fine, and finally pulling them into a hug. his relief to have them safe and healthy in his arms. them realizing how worried he was . this is probably the most iconic obznyk moment and is a contender for n1 for sure, it was tough choosing between the n1&n2 moments ;; . god this moment. zen's "that's the most important thing" . don't talk to me i love them

number 1

the iconic line that is also my ship tag, if it's for you and mistress, i'm willing to go anywhere </3 this moment was what solidified the ship for me when i was only an anime only (shudders) slowly getting into the fandom. the anime was enough but this entire chapter had me setting my house on fire (joke). the brainworms never stopped. the entire chapter is so crazy ot3 but this moment is my favorite and overall the message/highlight of obi's resolve & his answer to zen's questions. it also showed more than any other moment obi's love & dedication to shirayuki and zen. shirayuki isn't even in this scene but it's still my favorite ot3 moment in the manga so far <3

and now, some honorable mentions. these following moments were all contenders for top 10 bc obznyk is so good. also these are not all of the obznyk moments in the manga ofc. there are many that i couldn't find in my screenshots and tried to find skimming through the manga but failed lol. these are just some classics/faves.

zen's iconic heart eyes

pretty early on in their relationship development, zen liking seeing them together ;;

zen being so happy around obi and shirayuki ;-;

zen introducing himself as obi and shirayuki's companion <3 it's just spelled out at this point lol

zen's heart eyes pt 100, if this post didn't have a limit i would've posted so many more of these

shirayuki and zen fretting over obi and then spying on him (while obi knows and is having the time of his life stringing them along) because he was seen with a pretty lady

it's like a part of me is always by their side <3 <3 <3 this would've been n10, but it's now the official number 11 moment

shirayuki and zen putting their full trust in obi to the point of fully letting their guard down, and obi realizing that for the first time, he's wholeheartedly wanted.

zen and shirayuki being the obi detection/protection squad <3

there's so much more. i love them so much <333333

[eulogium-red]

i'd like to see more of the theme of "family" in overwatch. we see it a lot with ana & fareeha, ram & zen, brig/torb/rein/bastion, genji & hanzo. but those are the obvious ones between playable characters. the ones that are much more clearly written on the wall, even once-in-a-blue-moon players could pick up on. much else is hardly focused on despite how much family (or a lack thereof) has shaped many of the character's lives & identities for better or for worse

i don't like how martina & the unnamed reyes kid are only mentioned in passing, despite gabriel himself visiting often unannounced. clearly they were an important part of his life. clearly, family is an important part of his life — i'm very willing to wager that small passage about the death of his parents in declassified was written very intentionally. his complicated relationship with death, and how it was further affected by his own "death," & how he's now in some warped reversed position with his new family. but we don't get much more than a few voice lines about martina (is she even mentioned by name in-game orrr am i not remembering?)

i want to see how ashe manages the gang throughout the second omnic crisis. or perhaps we could see her mannerisms slightly change with bob. maybe instead of standing side-by-side with him as she is in the reunion cinematic, she puts herself more between him & potential unrealised threats. or maybe she subtly tries to nudge him under awnings whenever she spots ufos, weary they're housing subjugators — little things that are very intentional. maybe her demeanor tilts ever so slightly from confident but guarded, to guarded but confident.

i want to get a better picture of the role sam english played in fareeha's life just from playing the game, especially after ana's presumed death. i want to know more about their relationship other than the christmas dinner they had. i wonder how many players just assume fareeha's father died young, or assume the writers didn't care to write one at all? for a long time, i thought the former. i wonder what sam thinks of some of fareeha's closest friends — has he met cole & angela? what does he think of helix? we hardly even see fareeha's native heritage expressed other than the two skins off the top of my head

what about cassidy & echo? i know this is a more implied one, but cassidy was the first one to nurture her "childlike intelligence." even today, he guides her — he encouraged her to help winston&co at paris when he was still on the fence. one of the cutest things for me is her enthusiastically shouting "hello winston!" mid-battle, presumably not long after cassidy told her to say hi. she probably would've either way, but i also don't want to discredit the role cassidy has had on her development & i really do want to see more of them

or, speak of the devil, how winston views everyone at overwatch as family. how in watchpoint: gibraltar's 1st defense spawn, you can see the little beds he set up for lena and mei, how you can read an email as proof he got the blankets from a small kids blanket business. the way he keeps photos of the gang, years later. how vehemently protective he was of all their locations. i wish we could see it reciprocated a little more, i wish we could see individual sleeping areas for other heroes as the story progresses, or more items on his desk. & that's not even getting into hammond

& i don't think i can have a family post without mentioning dad 76 or how i desperately want to see benicio being the best supportive dad for lúcio more but honestly i'm getting pretty sleepy so either i'll add more later or someone can add more.

depending how you stretch the definition of family here, it can include other dynamics too. baptiste finding a new sense of belonging in the new overwatch, or mei braving the antarctic to not let her team's death go in vain & to help people who can still be helped — from jiayi and her team still on mars, to the people who now need her help on earth. i'd also argue hana's squad in korea. what are niran's siblings up to? are we gonna see more of efi & orisa? moreover, how are all these non-playable side character characters handling the invasion? i guess we got some texts between lena and emily

family is such a powerful motivator, but can also be really complicated, as seen with the amaris and shimadas + kiriko, i wish we got a similar amount of investment some other places too

a major theme of overwatch is moving towards the future, progressing in some way. & that looks different for everyone depending on their emotional readiness to do that, and what they view "progression" as. so it makes sense a lot of characters don't look back on those they lost along the way so much, at least not too openly (zarya comes to mind), but that's what can make their present relationships with others that much more worth preserving & seeing

probably an impossible ask of a game feeling the effects of layoffs that's primarily focused on pvp/bp/shop items but ykn

thank u for coming to my tedtalk

[tevanbegins]

Today I've made a decision. I'm going to choose to be so ridiculously happy and excited 😁 about everything Buck & Tommy ❤‍🔥 that I'll annoy the sh*t outta everyone 🤪 and won't even think a second before I block the crackpots invading our tags ❌ and soak up all the joy and positivity around me instead ❤ and dream beautiful Tevan dreams in my sleep 🥰 and endlessly gush over the canon reality of it all when I wake 😍 and no one will be able to stop me ✋🏽 or disturb my zen 😌 because my ship is thriving 🌻 and rising higher and higher 🚁 and I am so busy being happy ☺ that I have no time to entertain whiny salty nuts 👺 who can clown around in their own special delulu circus 🤡 away from my lovely ship and fandom 💖 whose brightness no amount of their crazy can eclipse 🌟 and I guess I'm done for now 🤭 so see ya later 👋🏽 but stay tuned for more unapologetic Tevan stanning! 🤩

[sleepingdeath-light]

poly relationship hcs ; jumin & v

requested by ; anonymous (02/08/23)

fandom(s) ; mystic messenger

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; v / jihyun kim, jumin han

outline ; “hi death, i hope you’re having a good day! i was wondering if i could request some sfw poly headcanons for mysme, either for v and jumin or jaehee and zen, whichever you feel like more! thank you in advance <3”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

with partners like jumin and v it’s impossible for you to not be spoiled rotten — they love providing for you and each make sure, in their own ways, that you’re never without whatever you want, need or crave (whether that’s a home cooked meal, a new outfit, supplies for your hobbies, or anything else)

jumin is incredibly protective of you and v, feeling a lot of guilt about what happened to his best friend (and now partner) in his last relationship and what followed it — so he makes sure that the two of you are accompanied by security whenever you’re out and about (overtly if you’re at a public event, like a gala or a fundraiser by the rfa, and covertly by a smaller group if you’re just running errands or going on a date or something else along those lines)

jihyun took up painting again after settling into your relationship and you and jumin are his muses — pretty much all of his warm up sketches are of the two of you (countless expressions, poses, scenarios, moments captured in pencil and pastel and oils and pen and charcoal and…), he takes pictures of you all of the time, makes sure that you know how wonderful you both are, even if most of his art featuring the two of you never leaves your home

jumin leans towards traditional pet names (like ‘darling’ and ‘dear’, when addressing the two of you) whilst being responsive to anything you use for him — including some ‘sillier’ pet names like ‘honey bunny’ and ‘baby’ — whereas v will generally just call you and jumin by you names or, occasionally, ‘my love’ or ‘my loves’ when addressing you both

the three of you go on frequent holidays just to escape the responsibilities of life for a while — jumin, his business, and you and jihyun, the duties of running the renamed rfa — and you go anywhere and everywhere you can (even tagging along on business trips with jumin just to get away for a few days — which he’s always quietly grateful for)

jumin and v are both early risers, with the former having to get up immediately in order to get to work whilst the latter enjoys staying in bed and cuddling for a little while — but neither leave bed without sharing a kiss amongst the three of you (with jihyun even returning later once you’ve woken up with some freshly made breakfast for you to share after jumin has gone to work — or to have with him if it’s one of his rare days off)

you and v will often venture out to jumin’s office in order to join him for lunch, taking the opportunity to spend some much needed time together in the midst of his packed schedule — but if he’s too busy that day you two will just pack him something with some loving notes for him to read between meetings

between the three of you elizabeth the third is absolutely spoiled rotten and you wouldn’t have it any other way — three sets of hands to give her affection, three humans to play with, three pet parents buying her all of the toys and treats a cat could possibly want, and three laps to curl up on when she’s tired (what a life!)

when it comes to kissing — jumin always kisses you passionately and never fails to leave you flustered and breathless (he also prefers to kiss your knuckles or your lips), whilst jihyun prefers to kiss you sweetly and chastely whilst making every one count (he also prefers to kiss the top of your head and your wrists)

jumin sleeps flat on his back and enjoys having the two of you cuddled up to him — either against his sides or on his chest — whilst v is a side sleeper who prefers to spoon over anything else, but he’s also happy to have you or jumin resting on his chest if you’re comfortable there

[myslibrary]

Scenario: RFA + Ray with a sick MC

Zen:

• it took him a good hour to notice something was off

• usually you’re the one up first, attempting to get him up. But today was his turn.

• if anything he was a bit confused. I mean you just laid there, awake, sniffling.

• Zen then asks you what’s wrong. You explain you don’t feel like getting out of bed and you felt off

• Nonetheless, he was worried. Zen decided to stay home and help you feel better.

• He sung for you and acted out your favorite scenes from his plays with you attempting not to pull his head off due to your headache

• Every now and then he would ask if you’re ready to start walking around just to see where your stand point was.

• you both settle down and he cuts to the chase asking you if you need to talk to someone or go to the hospital, you replied, you just didn’t feel it today and you were really off..

•he couldn’t help but become concerned through the day. Surprisingly (maybe not surprising)  he is clingy, holding you not afraid of getting sick himself.

• He could only do so much, and you bet he did the most he could to make you feel better

Yoosung:

• Today was the day Yoosung came to visit you after class

• With it being Five PM, he raced to your place so you all could hang out

• He unlocks the door and notices no sounds or anything going.

•  You weren’t quite awake, Still in bed 

• Maybe you were waking up from a nap he thought?

•his concern began to grow. We’re you depressed? You were dying?!

 Maybe you didn’t get any sleep last night. He slowly walks into your room and sees you laying there, asleep. With a rag on your forehead

• His eyes widen, coming to your side to feel your forehead.

•Yoosung then crawls on you, smothering you in kisses.”babee, are you feeling okayyyy?”

• The blonde boy heard a groan from underneath. “You’ll get sick if you continue this, Yoosung.” He just frowns, “ I don’t mind. Let me take care of you!”

•Yoosung knew you didn’t want to get him sick, but he couldn’t help wanting to take care of you.

•He finally lets go of you, and you begin to have a sneeze fit. Poor boy is concerned. “let me cook something for you!”

• Yoosung finally comes to the rescue with your favorite soup, his emotion wouldn’t change from worried and concerned as you slowly sipped the soup

• Later, he decides to stay the night. You both finally snuggle up to each other, Yoosung then begins to sneeze (and freaks out) 

Jumin:

It was an important day for Jumin at work. Many investments finally came through. He got up for work and got ready.

About to head out of the door. he noticed you weren’t there for see him off for work. He was confused. If you were playing a game with him it wasn’t funny.

“MC?” He paced around the house looking for you, until he saw you still in bed. Abnormal, He thought. Pushing the fear aside, he thinks nothing of it. kissing your forehead to leave for work, feeling it was a bit hot, but maybe you were just over heated and didn’t think much of it.

To make sure he was overthinking, he pulled the covers off you a bit, you were still on fire.

With how he was a bit concerned for you through the day, he decided to come home to have lunch with you, only to find you still in bed. By then it was truly a concern. You were awake? ‘MC, what's the meaning of this? You’re not out of bed?” His tone was a bit straight forward

You groaned trying to sit up, Jumin noticed how pale and weak you were and immediately came to your side. He felt your head again and you were heated up. “You’re being loud Jumin..-” You quickly cover your mouth, coughing, then you began to sniffle.

 “I’m sorry dear. Let me go make a few calls. stay put.” Jumin takes Elizabeth out of the room and calls Jaehee about how you’re not feeling good so he must stay home, and then calls his doctor.

Jumin comes back in the room with vicks rub, two masks, and a pair of blue gloves. He directs you to sit up, you lifted your shirt and places it smoothly a kiss on your back then started applying.

Jumin decided the best course of action was to not leave you alone and to do the rest of his work at home.

•The doctor then arrives with a few nurses and checks you out. Simple case of the flu, and he sets you up with medication. 

• Jumin had no intentions on catching the flu from you, he kept contact but not too much. “You need to feel better.”

Jaehee: 

• You all were sitting outside, enjoying a bottle of wine, when suddenly you felt a bit off, You decide it would be best if you would drink water and lay down. 

• The next day, You woke up extremely late for your day. You felt horrible, So, you decided to call Jaehee and tell her how you felt. This didn’t feel like a hangover. Sadly she couldn’t make it back home and she quickly hung the phone up due to being in a meeting.

• You understood so you took care of yourself. You knew if she could be there for you she really would. Took medicine, a shower, and ate the best you could. 

• Later that night when she came home, she found you on the couch watching Zen’’s DVD”s. “Honey...Are you feeling oka-..” She then noticed a box of tissues, vicks, and soup bowls. 

• She quickly got changed and came to the rescue. The rest of the night, She took care of you. Planting kisses in safe areas, and cleaning up the messes. 

• You both began to relax  on the couch and talk about the music pieces he sung.

Normally, it is rare for her to come home with no work at all, So you assumed she put it off for the time being to make sure you’re okay which was true.

Seven: 

usually, Youre up around, cleaning, cooking, reading. but youre dead in the bed asleep and in pain

A headache? like really bad headache

Seven doesnt quite noticed at first, he cut to the assumption youre just slacking today until he asks you to get him a drink

with nothing of a response, he gets a bit agitated until he looks over at you, completely still in bed.

Ah, yeah shes out for a reason. 

With his computer next to his bed, his head is continuously checking back and forth from his PC to his sick sleeping girlfriend

Any time you would groan for something, there would be a *click, click* “Don’t worry” *click click* and a rushing boyfriend racing to grab what you need

When His break times would come around, he would cuddle you to spend time, kissing you, being super personal

Seven would make sure you were comfortable with feeling awful

If you were throwing up, Seven would hold your hair up and help you clean up right after. 

To try and cheer you up, He would dress up as a doctor, along with a face mask and a keyboard. To play ‘pretend’ This would def. make you feel so much better

When his work day was over, all of his attention would be on you and your desires. 

When you woke up, you woke up to a sick Seven, with his head in his pillow, snoring.

Ray: 

You both had a date to the aquarium planned today. 

Last night before you all fell sleep, He held onto you whispering how

 excited he was to spend the day with you away from work. 

As the morning approached, You both got out of bed excited.

Unfortunately, you felt a little unbalanced, you didn't think much of it

UNTIL you all finished breakfast. You felt nauseous. 

As ray was rubbing his thumb on your hand smiling at you explaining how happy he was to enjoy breakfast with you, you gagged

Taken aback, he gasps a little as you rush to the toilet. 

Yeah plans are canceled. He rushes right behind you and holds your hair up the best he can. As he also rubs your back, he was wildly concerned.

He helped you clean up and to bathe. He also carries us bridal style??? the the bedroom for us to rest.

Completely throwing away your date plans, hes feeling your neck and forehead. He does not care about those plans, Although it would be nice to see fishys. 

You continuously apologize, feeling guilty for puking? but he persists and hushes you with the soft words, “Hey...hey...hey, shhh....its not your fault, just rest.” 

Those words left you feeling Light and calm. Knowing you’re in good hands, for all the times he had to care for himself.

[thatfreshi]

"Unlucky Draw" (Uni AU p. 15)

There's finally some fluff guys!!!!!!!!!

tw - anxiety, discussion of weed

Since Halsin's little break-up escapade happened, you actually do get the chance to see Astarion later that night. As of recent, he's been throwing himself into his thesis project more and more, to the point where most of your time hanging is spent with him looking through books and asking 'do you think this sounds right?'

"You know you can take a break, right?"

"I could, you're right, but then I'd just be wasting time. And I'm not allotted much time to work on this."

The two of you are comfortably sprawled across his mattress, like teenagers at a sleepover. You roll over and shut his laptop.

"C'mon, you've been staring at that paper for like two hours."

"And what else should I do, my darling Tav? Maybe stare at the ceiling in silence? Or scroll mindlessly on my phone until I don't feel like moving anymore?"

"Ugh, no! I don't know, take a coffee break. You're probably not going to sleep anyways."

Your best friend almost looks peaceful like this, wrapped in a cozy sweater and sweatpants, always wearing long socks because he gets cold too easily. You find yourself lingering on the thought longer than normal, wishing he could feel that comfortable warmth all the time, wondering it might be like to share in it.

"Tav, are you listening? God, maybe we should just stare at the ceiling in silence."

"Sorry, just spacing out. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, how I should probably cut back on the caffeine."

"Really? Astarion Barista Ancunín, are you turning your back on your beloved espresso machine?"

"Look, I'm not happy about it, but I've been far too anxious as of late. My nerves are on fire constantly, jumping at every little noise I hear. It's irritating, to say the least."

"I thought being caffeinated was how you dealt with the insomnia though?"

"Oh it very much is, which will become a problem soon enough, but I just can't be this nervous constantly."

It's something that you've definitely noticed, how quiet and fidgety he's become recently.

"You considered smoking weed? I know Gale says it helps him zen out, especially when it comes to art stuff."

"Nope, makes me paranoid."

"Damn, unlucky draw I guess."

"You're telling me. I smoked one time back in high school, couldn't sleep for hours, kept thinking someone was out to get me or something."

You start to get lost in the peace of the moment again, the fact that you're able to talk about shit that doesn't matter, how the light from the bedside lamp hits his eyes just right...

"Are you alright? You seem, out of it."

"Sorry, just thinking about what Halsin said to me."

"I can't believe he just broke things off like that, without a reason."

You swallow hard.

"He, he said it's because he thinks you like me? And that he doesn't want to get in the way of that?"

There's silence for a moment, that you jump to fill.

"But that's not true right? We're just friends, I don't know where he would've gotten that idea from."

"Right, I don't know either... sounds like you dodged a bullet with him."

"Yeah, probably so."

God, has he always looked like this? Damn Halsin, damn all those things he said, damn Gale for even playing into it. You remind yourself that Astarion's right, that this doesn't need to get any more complicated than it already is, that he has enough on his plate.

"Now, am I allowed to go back to my thesis now? Or do I need to have more mandatory break time?"

You playfully sigh.

"I guess you can do productive things or whatever."

"Well, in that case would you like to come read what I have?"

"I'll look at it, but you have the cool narrator voice, you have to read it to be like a professional author."

He rolls his eyes, and you go to sit next to him, looking at the thousands of words he's typed at this point. Astarion starts to read it out loud, editing tiny things as he goes, forever a little perfectionist. After a while, the voice becomes too soothing, and you fall asleep there next to him, letting your head hit his shoulder.

"Tav?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you knocked out, clearly exhausted. He doesn't stop reading though, worried if he does that he'll somehow ruin the sleep he's let you stumble into. So he spends the rest of the night rereading out loud and talking to himself, occasionally asking you things that you don't answer. After many hours pass, and the wee hours of the morning arrive, along with the clock turning to say five AM, he puts his laptop aside, and asks you one final question.

"Why do you insist on pulling my heartstrings the way you do?"

And it falls on your sleeping ears, never truly getting through.

[panickingpansexuality]

Walk me down the Aisle

Mcs father isn't able to walk her down the aisle and when Jumins dad hears about this he has a suggestion.

"Ok," Jaehee said looking down at the planner the two of you had set up for your wedding.

"Now who are we gonna ask to walk you down the aisle?"

You winced and leaned back into the sofa. Currently you two were at the penthouse, with Jaehee being the maid of honor and in constant need of rest you decided to plan at a comfortable place and with Jumin gone for the week it was a perfect place for you both to plan.

"He's not gonna be able to get out." You say looking at her, her softened expression makes you turn away before the tears start to form.

"I see.." Jaehee says before scribbling the word from the list.

"Now.." Mc see says, "What would you like to wear as my maid of honor?"

Jaehee laughs and speaks, "Nothing to revealing."

"What about a dress with Zens face on it?"

Jaehee goes bright red and you can't help but laugh, she starts to do the same and has trouble catching her breath before saying.

"Absolutely not."

Your phone rings and you see its your lover, you answer the phone and put it on speaker.

"Hello my love." You say to Jumin.

"Hello my wife."

You smile at his words a flush forming on your cheeks.

"Are you and Assistant Kang planning the wedding still?"

With how close you and Jaehee we're becoming Jumin did try to call her Ms. Kang or Jaehee but they both found it too awkward and were a little uncomfortable with it.

"Yes we're almost done with our side of the list. How are you and V coming along with yours?"

"We're progressing slowly, do you want Zen as a bridesman or would you be alright if I asked him to be a groomsman?"

"I'll be alright with whatever you choose. Though whichever one of us take Seven he's going to wear a dress weather we like it or not."

You can see him rubbing his temples through the phone and you giggle, Jaehee beside you rolling her eyes.

"I might kill him for that." Jumin says.

You giggle turns into a bark of laughter and you can't see it but he's smiling at the sound of your voice.

"I'll be home tomorrow my love. One more day."

"Ah you shouldn't have told me I'll be waiting all night for your plane now."

Jumin chuckles and says:

"I'd rather you have enough energy for our activities tomorrow."

Jaehee nearly spits out her wine, she looks at you with wide eyes and you shake your head frantically.

"I have to go now MC please sleep well tonight. I love you."

"I love you too." You say before he hangs up.

For a moment the two of you are very quiet before Jaehee says;

"Activities huh?"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"

The next afternoon Driver Kim picks you up at the penthouse, when you go down into the car you see Mr. Han in the car with a bright smile.

"Hello mc!" Your soon to be father in law says.

"Hello Mr. Han." You say friendly but formally. You enter the car and Mr. Han speaks as Mr. Kim shuts the door.

"Oh now don't call me that," he says, "Please call dad or father."

"Yes sir, I mean yes dad or, yes father." You say nervously.

He laughs and you two fall into polite conversation. The current plan is to wait for Jumin to come to the car completely unaware that you two were picking him up.

You two sit and wait anxiously searching for him in the crowd Mr. Han can't help but admire the way you look for his son. Young love, he fondly remembers the way he once felt.

"He's coming!" You say excitedly.

Mr. Kim opens Jumins side and once Jumin sees you in the car his face breaks out into a grin.

"Hi!" You say breathlessly.

"God I missed you." Jumin says stepping, the door closing behind him. He kisses your lips quickly the promise of more later, then turns to his father.

"How was the trip son?" Mr. Han asks.

"Successful." Jumin says, "I'm proud of the work that was put in."

"Did you have fun?" He asks. "Perhaps you should take MC next time so you can enjoy yourself."

Jumin looks over at you with a small smile.

"It would increase my enjoyment of the trip but I'm afraid that MC would be a distraction and that I wouldn't be able to give them the attention they need."

"I think you could." Mr. Han says, "You've always been able to surprise yourself."

Jumin is taken aback by the compliment but merely nods.

"So what all has been planned for the wedding? MC are your parents coming to walk you down the aisle?"

Jumin reaches over and clutches your hand instinctively, you take a deep breath and straighten your posture.

"My mother I'm afraid has..prior engagements and my father.. he's incarcerated.. and while he was supposed to get out recently it appears his sentence has been...lengthened."

Mr. Han is quiet for a moment, Jumin tenses, ready to defend you until you two have to walk or perhaps even wait in a shop while Mr. Kim takes his father home then comes back to retrieve you both, but Mr. Han simply says:

"Your father I understand but your mother? You're her child! Getting married! And she can't come to see you?! Surely she must be joking."

You shake your head;

"She sends her regrets and promises to make it up."

Mr. Han scoffs and shakes his head.

"My dear I'm so..so sorry this is incredibly heartbreaking and if you'll let me I'll walk you down the aisle if you wish. Actually I'll walk you and Jumin down the Aisle."

"Father-" Jumin begins.

"I'll not hear another word, it's decided. You're both my children and I won't have anything spoil your day."

Tears fill your eyes and you simply nod at Mr. Han. A smile breaks out on your face as you work to wipe away the escaped tears.

"Thank you dad."

[froggibus]

Sweet Dreams - Zenyatta

Pairing: Zenyatta x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 500

Summary: after a restless night, your partner knows exactly how to get you to sleep

CW: fluff, insomnia, sleepless nights, cuddling, domestic! fluff, zen is adorable

i am SICK rn but I have a few days off work so expect some (probably misspelled) content? also finally got a zen request so im working on that rn too. enjoy <3

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The clock on your nightstand read 2:00am, but you were yet to sleep. At first, it was only because you couldn’t get your mind to stop racing, but the more tired you got, the more paranoid you were. 

The shadows casted by the streetlight outside your window seemed to be out to get you. Every dark corner held monsters beyond your imagination. The only solace was the man sleeping next to you.

Well, sleeping wasn’t quite the right term. Recharging was more like it. Being an omnic meant he didn’t need to sleep or eat or breathe, but still he shared a bed with you and recharged during the hours you slept. 

It was his way of adding some domesticity to the strange life the two of you lived. 

You sat up, tugging your hair out of your face and groaning. You were already so tired, your eyelids growing heavier with every minute that ticked by. 

“Y/n, why are you still awake?”

You froze at the voice next to you, turning to look at him in the darkness. The lights on his head were glowing softly and the sight comforted you slightly. 

“I-I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted. “Did I wake you?”

“You can’t wake what does not sleep.”

You nod slowly, the guilt on your chest being lifted. “You can go back to recharging now. I’ll be alright.”

He reached out his arms, warm metal wrapping around you. You melt into the comfort of his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. 

“Come with me,” he says, sitting up. He’s wearing a pair of baggy black sweatpants, silver metal glinting in the moonlight. 

You nod, and follow after him down the hall and into the kitchen. He puts a pot of water on the stove, and gestures for you to sit down on the couch. 

You settle into the plush cushions, pulling a throw blanket over your lap. He sits next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, allowing you to lean into him. 

“What can I do for you, my dear?”

His voice is melodic, his touch gentle and forgiving. 

“Talk to me, please,” you murmur. 

He starts to tell you a story. A story of two brothers—dragons—and the rivalry that caused a permanent rift between them. The smooth sound of his voice mixed with the water boiling in the background casting a sleepy fog over you. 

Before you know it, he’s scooping you off of the couch and bringing you back to your shared bedroom. 

“Stay here,” he says, “I’ll be back.”

You settle into the blankets and watch the hallway for his return, seeing him come in a few moments later with a mug of steaming tea. 

He hands it to you carefully before getting comfortable in bed next to you. 

You smell the tea, “is this chamomile?”

“To help you sleep.”

Your face flushes, “thank you.”

“Anything for my love.”

You sip the tea while he tells you another story, and the time flies by. Before you know it, you’re done the entire cup and your racing thoughts have settled. 

Zenyatta pulls the comforter over your shoulders and places a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

masterlist

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hello!! For the parenting special prompt can i request Iori Suiseki with 10 and a daughter? Thank you so much 🥹🫶

Iori Suiseki:

A lot had changed when he had his own kid to look after.

Iori had taken care of a handful of children, rowdy types (at least one was well-behaved) so he wouldn’t say he was entirely unprepared for having to switch it up. But babies were a whole different world to deal with which certainly required a helping hand from everyone involved. Luckily, it wasn’t something he had to request from his family as it came naturally to them to help where they were needed; Zen knew how to make the bottles, Satsuki was on cleaning duty, Reo was able to keep your daughters attention with total ease when the two of you needed a moment to yourselves, and Hokusai was more than happy to lull them to sleep when they were fussing in the middle of a nap.

Iori didn’t allow them to take on anything that would interfere with them living their own lives, but he was eternally grateful for their help. He knew the way they saw your daughter, as one of their own, and she would certainly grow up surrounded by many protective uncles who would do anything to protect her.

He still ran club CANDY but it was difficult, considering the schedule he had, to be around as much as you needed him to be. Night time was the worst part as especially during teething time you had been on such a lack of sleep Iori took a minor break, trusting in Zen to keep things running until he could make a return. As your daughter grew older he began to get back into old habits, staying out late since your daughter now slept through the night, though when she started going to school he always made sure to see her off before heading to bed.

“You think you could come home for a bit?”

Iori had been busier with the club than normal, losing a few girls moving on to bigger and better things, and then a few pipes bursting that caused the interiors to be screwed up, disaster after disaster seemed to strike. With his time taken up he never made it home on time to even see your daughter off to school, having to resort to hopefully seeing her at dinner before he went off to work again for another night. There were times where he got a break and he managed to get home early enough to sneak into her room while she was sleeping and press a kiss to her head, but it wasn’t the same as talking to her and getting to see how she was doing.

Receiving this call from you was like a punch in the gut, it could’ve made Iori cry if he was made of weaker stuff. But he swallowed his own grief at missing out on this part of his daughters life and agreed that he would leave extra early that night; he had to go in briefly to see through some paperwork but otherwise, he could sneak away without the whole placing falling to pieces. He hoped.

“Welcome home, we missed you so much~!” 

Iori is surprised as confetti is tossed in the air as he walked through the door, watching the colorfully torn pieces of paper tumble to the ground and make a mess no one was gonna wanna clean up later. He grinned despite that, not worrying about the future when he should be enjoying the moment. He wrapped his arms around her so quickly she had no time to react, giving a high pitched giggle as her dad squeezed her tight and nearly turned her upside down as he started walking further into your home where you were awaiting.

“Welcome home!” You offered up your own greetings, “We did miss you. Zen told me tonight would be a good night to steal you away, sooo here we are!”

“You’ll read to me, right? Right? Story!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’d be happy to read to ya. Why don’t you get a book from your room? Maybe we’ll even get two in before ya fall asleep.”

“I won���t fall asleep! I can stay up super late now, just like you!” He doubted that but he nodded with a grin, watching as she bolted toward her room. He sat himself beside you, offering a kiss to the temple and then your lips; taking a quick glance to see if your daughter was coming back first, you grabbed the front of his shirt and crushed your lips harder against his. You had missed your husband just as much as your daughter missed her father.

“Sorry… Been a long time since we’ve had a chance to do that, huh?”

“Mmm, you don’t have to be sorry. Life gets busy… But make sure to take off every once in awhile and come hangout with us, ‘kay? I’m so sick of reading that book about that rabbit over and over—”

“I got it!” You both looked as your daughter hopped back into the room, the big book with a silvery rabbit on the front of it presented to Iori. “Read it, please!”

“Ah, your favorite book, I’m guessing?” Your daughter plopped herself on his lap, opening the book and putting his hands on each side of it impatiently.

“I’ll turn the pages.”

“Teamwork, got it.”

And then family night began.

Iori hadn’t felt this happy in a long time; maybe he would have to play hooky more often.

[einsteinsugly]

December 1985. Zen and Zeppelin.

For @zenmasterlover. Happy birthday! The scene resolved itself without the carrying, sorry. It seemed really random to add it in. Hope you like it anyway. :)

*****

"I'm not tired, Steven!"

Jackie's amber eyes are notably heavy, as she defiantly rocks their fussing daughter, with dark hair and big blue eyes, back and forth. Back and forth.

She's tried everything in the book. Well, except for one thing. She could sing a lullaby or something to help her fall asleep, but that would probably scare her. And make her scream bloody murder, even more than she already is.

And Hyde isn't quite as tone-deaf as her, but he can barely carry a tune, either. "Lemme take her."

"No, I can get her to sleep." She lists off her attempts, like one would list their grievances. "I rocked her, I fed her, I burped her..."

He smirks, eying the changing table. "I changed her diaper."

"Shut up." Whenever he's there, she's more than willing to pass off diaper duty. And, of course, he dutifully obliges. "You're potty training her."

But yet, her defiance is abnormally stilted. Her eyes are beginning to droop, and he simply nods. In understanding, as he swoops in, and takes Becca under his protective wing.

It's overwhelming, to say the least. She knew motherhood would be way tougher than picking out the perfect shade of pink for her daughter's room, picking her outfits, picking her name...

*****

"Jackie?"

Despite her defiant cries, to the contrary, she has fallen asleep in the rocking chair.

Even though she'll yell at him later, she seems to be...at peace. He leaves her be.

The same can't be said for Becca. She's still fussing, although not as much as she was when she was in Jackie's arms.

He rocks her back and forth, back and forth. He quietly hums a familiar little tune, some Zeppelin. Like her mother, Becca's eyes begin to droop.

All of my love

All of my love

All of my love, to you

Hyde nervously hovers over her crib, still humming, gently placing Becca in it. He doesn't know how he can get her to calm down, unlike Jackie, but right now? He's rolling with it.

As Becca drifts off to sleep, he lovingly eyes his two favorite girls in the world. His wife and daughter. He could've fucked it all up, and ended up like Bud and Edna, but here he is. Domestic bliss and all, his world is at peace.

*****

Bonus:

He plans on leaving her be, if only for...

The chaotic but lovely little scene fades away, becoming a memory. "Don't you dare."

"You were zen, at peace."

Jackie quietly, for once, scoffs. "I wasn't sleeping."

"You were..."

"Not."

"Uh huh." He remains unconvinced. "It's time for bed."

[sotogalmo]

5 — 6:13

Guys. I'm so crazy for this- but have this drawing I did in school

Tagging @zerostyrant & @dannybobany in this cuz this now my first VC post. Oh wowa (and besides,, papa (zen) had like. Info dumped me about this part of the series-!! While my brother Dan was the first one to bring it to my attention!! So!! ,, yeah. Felt like I needed to tag them in this)

Anyways. Yeah!! This is like. My prince.... Design. To which I will explain!!! I know what I'm doing-!!! I swear (tho this could just be an oc at the end)

The main inspo was honestly.. the idea of "White Death", which is just the Cold but I've connected that with sleepiness -> sloth = sleeping princess ~ Margarita Blankenheim — white is taken in the 'flavour' way I would think. Like Vanilla! And it's also taken as in the sea, but most importantly as sea foam (I'll explain that later).

This design was honestly started by the fact that I could never stop thinking of the prince with the song of The Gift From The Princess Who Brought Sleep... So. This came to life

But I also tried to add a small small bit of a "scientist" look to him because who knows what the creatures in the story book pages actually reference too (that being the Carnis, or people)

I have like other notes, but they don't appear in the design which. :((, but it's fine. I like this no matter what!! ; notes being about the "saviour" part because of the monoliths moving to an island where they form a circle. Another note was about a slight inspo from The Green Ribbon Neck Girl!

But anyways, back to the foam part to which will explain why his eyes look like that-!

Yes, I wanted him to at least be- weird? If that makes sense and came across??? ... The foam part, has four words under it, that deals with the cult— *dull. *Blind. *White. *""Pure"" /I think that's also where some of the frilly cuffs came from... To deceive you. Also to deal with the water, and how he washed up to an island. Sea foam!

But!! There is also something his gloved hand is hiding-! Which is another part where I kinda took part of Margarita's design from. A flower on his chest;

^ "God's Vortex", is what I named it. A layered flower, with dots at the end parts of the petals, a dark center and "“vein”" like hidden parts in said petals. Just to be uncanny, and weird— since he is connected to what has happened.

-the flower is the only one of its kind. And that's the point- in a weird way, the flower can also somewhat mimic the symbol of the cult.

But it also mimics the Singularity with its color!

It's tied to the cause (prince), to the ongoing terror (cult) and to the offspring (carnis).

Ywah. Uhm. Yeah this is just it. Take this guy and my autism dump about the symbolism and such- <- I'm crazy

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DRINKING YOUR BUSY MIND

Anyone who knows me knows I ♥️ my morning coffee, and even better if it’s at a café. I have a lovely nourishing morning ritual with my coffee. It’s a ‘slow coffee’ practice: I read something short but meaningful, I reflect, breathe and start my day well. When I can. Some mornings are busier, so I try to achieve the same ritual in some way, even if later in the morning.

When I drink my coffee or tea in the morning, or herbal tea later in the afternoon (I avoid consuming caffeine after 12 noon – caffeine has a half life of 6 hours and affects sleep quality and disrupts sleep cycles), I try to be conscious of each sip, each breath, aware of the sensations drinking the hot beverage – what does it taste like, how does it feel in my mouth, swallowing, warming my belly, relaxing into the experience. I try to drink my coffee or tea like a tea meditation. Slow tea. Sitting with the breath in the here and now.

Buddhist and Zen masters say that very few people actually drink their tea or coffee, when they are drinking their tea or coffee. Instead, they are drinking their worries, their anxieties, their busy thoughts and feelings and daily plans. How many of us truly drink our tea or coffee, in the moment? Sit in a café and watch people. How many people can you see genuinely slowing down to slowly sip their drink and enjoy each mouthful and the now moment? We don’t drink our tea or coffee. We drink our busy mind.

There is great medicine in slowing just enough to breathe and sit with each sip, right here, right now, and truly drink our tea. Food (or drink) for thought. ❤️