#WAIT HIS SECOND SET OF ARMS NOOO

[doxthehyena]

LESHY! Such a fun guy, boy aren't I glad I met him first, then sad when Heket chastised me. I had a fun time drawing her tomb, really like the color of the crown on it

[nochepsicodelica]

"All those drinks are gonna do you dirty, ma. You're gonna throw up if you don't get some food in your system, so eat," Toji says, pushing the box closer to you.

You giggle at his serious face, before standing up from your chair for the fourth time, trying to go around him. Toji's used to this by now and stands up, bringing you back down to your chair.

"Stop getting up and eat your food. You literally begged for this. Why aren't you eating it?"

"Why aren't you eating it?" You return, raising your brows at him, seductively. It doesn't come off too sexy when raising your eyebrows makes you immediately squint because of the light going into your sensitive eyes, but it does lure a chuckle out of Toji.

"I'm ignoring that. Just eat. I don't wanna hear you upchucking in a couple hours."

"You won't hold my hair back?" You pout. Your feigned little flash of sadness produces real tears in this state, so it's a little confusing for Toji when you start giggling while wiping at your reddened cheeks.

"Your food's getting cold. I know how you are about reheating fast food, so eat it before it goes to waste."

You smile at him, your eyelids almost completely shut in your drunken daze. Toji can't even lie, it's cute. It's the only reason he's not up the wall about this little situation. Then you decide to drop a bomb on him.

"I'm not hungry anymore. Too tired to eat." You rest your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes. It feels nice. It would take less than thirty seconds for you to fall asleep.

Fuck. Think, think, think...

"Hey." Toji pokes your forehead, lightly, earning a hum and a furrow of your brows. "What if I feed you?"

You laugh, giddily. "Ooo, you trying to romance me?"

"Sure, if you eat."

You laugh again. "Toji, you dog, you. I'm not putting out." You shake your head, eyes closed with a dumb grin on your face. "No, sir. It's food and then goodnight for me."

"You already put out for me, earlier, doll." He smirks at the way you blush, clearly having an 'oh, yeah...' moment. "Eat some more so we can go to sleep."

"Hm?" You hum, rolling your eyes open after your blink of sleep. You crack a grin as soon as you look at Toji. "You wanna kiss me sooo bad. Look at you."

"I'm not gonna kiss you. You're not listening. You think you deserve kisses for that?"

"Uh... yes? I mean no. Pshhh, nooo. Of course, not."

"That's right. So eat, or you'll go to sleep without kisses, tonight."

"Noooo," you whine, dramatically. "Wait! Fine, fine. Look." You take a huge bite of your sandwich, your cheeks puffing up as you chew. "Oh, this is really good," you say, muffled by your mouthful of food.

"Don't choke, doll. Small bites are fine," he says, picking up a napkin and wiping the excess condiments off your face.

You push through it and gulp down the bite. "That was a lot. Got bread stuck on the roof of my mouth." You take a sip of your drink to wash it all down. "Did I look so pretty for the party, today?" You ask, your lips curling as you put the cup back down.

"You did, mama. Stunning. Swept everyone there, off their feet."

You smile, the gesture transitioning into a giggle. "Even Shiu?"

"Yup. Even Shiu said he wanted a piece of you."

You gasp. "No... Did you fight him?"

"Nah, I wanted to, but I kept my cool. If he had put his hands on you, then I might have, but I had my eye on you all night, to make sure nobody did more than look at you."

"I wouldn't have followed him anywhere, anyway." You roll your eyes, suddenly so hostile against the host of the party. "Probably would've kicked him in the nuts and gone to find you."

"Yeah, that's a smart idea, doll."

Toji's elaborate answers to your questions kept you awake long enough for you to mindlessly eat while he talked. You were at the end of the sandwich when you realized how much you had eaten and how full you were.

"Can't... do it..." You groan, lying on the arm you have extended on the table. "Too full." You sigh, heavily, setting the rest of the sandwich down on the scattered fries in its box.

"That's good, ma. You don't have to eat it, anymore. We can go to bed, now."

You let out another heavy sigh, sluggishness washing over you before you force yourself to stand up from your chair, this time with Toji's 'okay'. He looks at your little belly as it protrudes from your dress, proof of how full you actually are, and pokes at it. Your usually soft tummy is temporarily stiff and it's adorable.

You grab Toji's hand so that you don't stumble as you walk. Before leaving the table, he finished the remainder of your sandwich in one bite and threw out the container with the remaining cold fries.

"Damn, you were right, baby. That was good."

"Mhm," you mumble, waiting for him to lead you to the room.

Toji helped you brush your teeth and wash your face, and when you finally made it to the room, he helped you dress down into comfier clothes. Now, you're in bed together and you're in his arms trying to doze off, but you can't with the way he's smothering your face with kisses. It's just kiss after kiss with him and you can't focus, but it is what you wanted. After all, you stuffed your face for this.

[psychoticfemmm]

drunk on you

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: After a wild night of partying, JJ takes care of his drunk girlfriend, enduring her chaotic antics and relentless demands for kisses while the Pogues tease him endlessly.

The music thumped loudly in the background as JJ Maybank maneuvered his way through the crowded beach party, your drunken laughter echoing in his ears. You were practically draped over his shoulder like a giggling mess, your hand clutching the strap of his shirt while your other hand lazily waved at everyone passing by.

“JJ! I’m having so much fun!” you slurred, your face lighting up as you spotted him glancing down at you. “But I need—wait for it—another kiss!”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need another kiss, princess. You need water. And maybe a nap.”

You pouted dramatically, squirming in his grasp. “Nooo. JJ, you’re being so mean. Just one!”

He stopped for a second, setting you down on your feet so you could look at him with wide, pleading eyes. “What did I just say? Water first, then maybe kisses,” he teased, a crooked grin on his face.

You leaned closer, practically pressing your forehead against his chest as you whined, “But you’re my boyfriend! It’s your job to kiss me whenever I ask.”

“You’re impossible,” JJ said with a sigh, but the fondness in his voice gave him away.

From a few feet away, Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara watched the scene unfold, laughing amongst themselves.

“She’s relentless,” Pope said, shaking his head in disbelief. “JJ looks like he’s babysitting.”

“Hey, at least she’s not crying,” Sarah chimed in, smirking. “That’s progress.”

“She’s definitely about to though,” Kiara added, watching as you flung yourself dramatically against JJ’s chest, shouting something about him being “the worst boyfriend ever” for withholding kisses.

“Alright, that’s it,” JJ declared, bending down and effortlessly scooping you into his arms bridal-style, just like in the picture. “I’m cutting you off. You’re done.”

You gasped, throwing your head back in faux outrage as your legs dangled over his arms. “You’re kidnapping me! Someone stop him!”

“No one’s stopping me, sweetheart,” JJ said with a laugh. “You’re out of control.”

The group burst into laughter, John B pulling out his phone to record the whole scene.

“JJ, this is gold,” John B said between laughs. “I can’t wait to show her this tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare!” you shouted, suddenly animated, though your words were slurred. “John B Routledge, I swear, if you—JJ, make him stop!”

JJ rolled his eyes, adjusting his grip on you. “You think I can do everything, huh? I’m already carrying your drunk ass.”

“Because you love me,” you replied with a smug grin, poking his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah,” JJ muttered, though his smile betrayed him.

When you finally made it back to the house, JJ gently set you down on the couch. You flopped over dramatically, your arm draped over your face.

“You’re going to hate yourself in the morning,” he said, handing you a bottle of water.

“I’m going to hate you in the morning,” you quipped, though your smile said otherwise.

JJ rolled his eyes, plopping down beside you. “Fine. One kiss. Just one.”

You immediately perked up, your face lighting up as you crawled onto his lap and kissed him. It was a bit clumsy and overly enthusiastic, but JJ couldn’t help but laugh into it, pulling you closer.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” he said, pulling back before you could start again. “We’re in front of the Pogues, for crying out loud.”

Sure enough, Sarah, Kiara, and the rest of the group were standing in the doorway, watching with grins and smug expressions.

“Aw, JJ,” Sarah teased. “You’re such a softie.”

“Shut it, Sarah,” JJ shot back, his cheeks red.

“I think it’s cute,” Kiara said, nudging Pope.

Pope smirked. “You mean hilarious.”

You, however, were too busy giggling in JJ’s arms to care. And despite the teasing and chaos around him, JJ couldn’t help but smile. Because at the end of the day, you were his chaos—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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You groaned as sunlight streamed through the window, making you squint against the bright rays. Your head pounded, and your mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.

“What the hell…” you muttered, shielding your eyes as you slowly sat up.

From the doorway, JJ leaned casually against the frame, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered on his face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, his tone entirely too cheerful.

You glared at him. “Why are you so loud?”

“Not my fault you had a little too much fun last night,” he teased, walking over and plopping down on the bed beside you.

You groaned, dropping back against the pillows. “Don’t remind me.”

“Oh, I’m definitely reminding you. Do you want to hear about how you demanded ‘one more kiss’ like, a hundred times? Or how you tried to fight John B because he wouldn’t stop filming you?”

Your eyes shot open, and you turned to him with horror. “I did not.”

“Oh, you did,” JJ said with a laugh. “And you called me, and I quote, ‘the worst boyfriend ever’ because I wouldn’t kiss you in the middle of the party.”

You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “I’m never drinking again.”

JJ leaned down, brushing his lips against your temple. “Don’t worry. I think it was adorable. Drunk you is my favorite.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he said with a grin. “But don’t worry, princess. I’m here to take care of you.”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because at the end of the day, JJ always had your back—whether you were sober or not.

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[scoupsakakitty]

Ten Years Too Late | idol!Woozi x 14thMember | fluff

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The living room, dimly lit and littered with empty snack wrappers and half-finished drinks, buzzed with lazy energy. Fourteen people sprawled across couches, floors, and bean bags — a scene familiar and comfortable after over a decade spent together.

Most of them thought they’d long run out of ways to surprise each other. Ten years touring, training, living, practically breathing in the same space left little room for secrets.

But Jeonghan, as usual, decided otherwise.

“Let’s stir things up,” he announced, voice tinged with mischief. “Confession game. Old school.”

Groans echoed instantly.

“Nooo,” Seungkwan protested, flopping back onto the couch dramatically. “What could possibly be left to confess? We’ve shared everything.”

“I bet someone’s hiding something,” Jeonghan smirked, eyes glinting as he leaned forward. “First crushes. Secret habits. Come on, make it interesting.”

Hoshi sat up. “Wait, wait—first crushes?” He wiggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

“Sounds dangerous,” Vernon murmured, already skeptical but clearly intrigued.

Mingyu grabbed an empty water bottle and set it in the middle. “One spin. Whoever it lands on has to spill.”

The bottle spun lazily. Everyone watched with mock disinterest.

First, it pointed to Joshua, who calmly admitted he used to secretly eat ramen after practice when no one was looking, despite their diet restrictions.

Laughter broke out. Nothing earth-shattering.

Another spin. Jeonghan confessed he once swapped members’ socks just to mess with them. Dino, betrayed, demanded to know how long.

A few more rounds in, and the bottle gradually pointed to each member, the confessions lighthearted, silly, familiar.

Then it landed squarely on the fourteenth member — Y/N.

A collective murmur rippled through the room.

Y/N laughed nervously, adjusting her oversized hoodie, glancing around the circle. “I genuinely don’t think I have anything left…”

Jeonghan leaned forward eagerly. “Come on. Ten years, surely there’s something you’ve kept hidden.”

The others chimed in — DK clapping, Minghao raising an eyebrow, Woozi quietly sipping his drink from the corner.

Y/N hesitated, eyes flicking across the faces she knew better than her own reflection.

And then, before she could stop herself, she spoke.

“Fine. I had a crush on one of you when I first joined.”

The room froze. Even the background noise from the television seemed to dim.

Seungcheol sat up straighter, grin already forming. “Wait. Seriously?”

“Who?” Seungkwan demanded instantly, eyes wide, practically bouncing.

Y/N’s face was already flushed. “It was years ago! Doesn’t matter now.”

“It very much matters now,” Jeonghan declared, a devilish smile tugging at his lips. “Spill.”

All eyes zeroed in. Mingyu looked like he was holding back laughter. Hoshi was clutching DK’s arm dramatically.

Woozi, as usual, remained still, expression unreadable.

After a beat, Y/N gave in, exhaling sharply. “It was… Woozi.”

The silence stretched thin, seconds ticking by before the group erupted.

“You’re kidding!” Mingyu gasped, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“WOOZI?!” Seungkwan practically shouted, eyes darting between Y/N and Woozi.

Even Joshua, usually the calmest, chuckled under his breath. “Didn’t see that coming.”

Woozi’s fingers paused on his drink. His gaze flickered briefly toward Y/N, surprise barely showing, but there in the slight crease of his brow.

“Me?” His voice was low, careful.

Y/N nodded quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah. I mean… you were focused. Talented. Kinda intense. I was a new trainee; it felt impossible not to admire you.”

Jeonghan was cackling now, clapping Seungcheol on the back. “Of all people, Woozi! Our serious little producer.”

Minghao leaned forward, chin in his hand, studying both of them with amused interest.

Hoshi nudged Woozi. “Hyung, say something. Don’t act cool now.”

But Woozi only gave a faint, almost shy huff of laughter and looked back down at his hands. “Didn’t expect that.”

“Wait, wait,” Dino cut in eagerly. “You never noticed at all, hyung?”

Woozi shook his head slightly. “Not a clue.”

Seungkwan was already leaning conspiratorially toward Y/N. “Was it bad? Like, full-on crush? Daydreaming about him writing songs for you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, face still burning. “It was short-lived, okay? We became family pretty fast.”

But it was too late; the teasing had begun.

The next few days were relentless.

Every time Y/N walked past Woozi during practice, someone would whistle. If they sat beside each other at lunch, someone would nudge the other members and grin knowingly.

Hoshi went as far as to label Woozi’s notebook with “Love Songs for Y/N” in thick marker one afternoon, earning himself a deadpan stare and a half-hearted shove.

Even Woozi, usually the one to avoid jokes at his own expense, seemed oddly… thoughtful.

It was subtle at first — the way he glanced up during breaks when Y/N was talking, how he lingered after practice when everyone else filtered out.

No one noticed right away.

Until one evening, after a particularly long rehearsal, Woozi approached her as she was tying her shoes.

“Hey,” he started, voice quieter than usual.

She looked up, slightly surprised. “What’s up?”

There was a pause. He hesitated, eyes flicking toward the empty studio door, as if checking no one was around.

“I’ve been thinking,” Woozi said slowly, “about what you said. The other night.”

She smiled awkwardly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

He shook his head, then, almost imperceptibly, smiled.

“It’s not weird. Just… I never knew you saw me that way back then.”

She gave a half-hearted shrug, trying to brush it off. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

But Woozi didn’t look away.

“You know,” he added, voice soft, almost thoughtful, “I always thought you were the one who worked hardest out of all of us. Even back then. Maybe that’s why I wanted to write songs that fit you.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard.

He glanced down, fingers fiddling slightly with the strap of his bag.

“Anyway,” Woozi continued, almost too casually, “I was wondering… coffee tomorrow?”

Her breath caught, just a little.

He didn’t wait for an immediate answer. “If you want.”

And with that, he slung his bag over his shoulder, giving her a faint smile before heading out of the room, leaving her sitting there, stunned.

By the time she made it back to the dorm that night, her phone buzzed with a message.

Woozi [11:48 PM]:

If you’re free. No pressure.

Across the dorm, laughter still echoed from the living room. She could hear Seungkwan and Jeonghan bickering about something trivial.

But for a moment, it felt like everything had quieted, the noise receding into the background.

A grin spread across her face as she typed back.

Y/N [11:49 PM]:

Yeah. I’m free.

[bluelockmaniac]

sukuna x bratty fem!reader cw: reader gets called woman & gets spanked once <3 .

"ye brat, i thought i told ya to paint my nails black," sukuna scoffs, glaring down at you as you coated his nail beds a dark crimson.

you hummed lazily in response to his reprimand, shifting slightly on his large thigh. "i didn't want to 'cause i'm going to paint my nails black," you shrugged, reaching for one of his unpainted hands and setting it on your thigh.

"oh?" his brows furrowed at your audacity. "you've got guts, woman," he mused, taking his hand back and grabbing your jaw firmly. his thick fingers squeezed your cheeks together, but you felt no malice in his touch. "but what did i tell ya about talkin' back to me?"

his raspy voice was enough to send chills down your body, prompting your sweaty fingers to lose their grip on the small vial of red polish.

"mmff, i dontch remembah, 'kuna," you protest, whines muffled as you attempt to pry his hand off, though to no avail.

he lets out an amused sigh at your helplessness, a ghost of a smirk hugging the corners of his lips. he decides to give you one final chance, and lets go of your puffy face.

his arm snaked its way around your waist and onto the small of your back, yanking you off his thigh by the soft fabric of your shirt, much to your dismay. he points his finger at the glass tube containing the black polish, impatiently waiting for you to fulfill your duty.

"black," he commands.

you furrow your brows in displeasure. had he not heard you say you were going to paint your nails black? you crossed your arms over your chest, defiantly whipping your head away from him to avoid his hard glare. "i already said no! besides, your nails are always black, it's worth a try for a change!"

sukuna rolls his eyes at your disobedience. oh, but it wasn't anything new, by any means. he grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. "alright. act like a brat and you will be treated as such."

"wait—" you were interrupted before you could mewl out yet another rebellious remark, body tensing as you feel his large hand effortlessly jerk you up and bend you over his knee.

you quickly glance over your shoulder, looking at the unimpressed huge hulk of a man with a knowing frown. "nooo, 'kunaaa," you whimper, kicking your feet uselessly. it took approximately three seconds for you to give up and stay still. just as you expected, he raises one arm and lands a gentle smack on your ass, earning a squeaky mewl from you.

he lets out a low chuckle as you quickly push yourself off his knees, settling yourself on your seat (his thigh) once again.

you peer at him through your lashes, nimble fingers tracing down his jawline to his chest. "fine. after consideration, i decided that we'll both have matching red nail polish..." you declare.

he scoffs at your suggestion, raising his hand and lightly flicking your forehead. "fool. you really don't get it, do you?"

you quirk an eyebrow, "i don't get what?"

"pass me the bottle," he orders, motioning towards the open vial filled with the crimson enamel you had carefully applied to his nails earlier. you comply, hesitantly, handing it to him gingerly.

he grasps your chin between his fingers, bringing the bottle uncomfortably close to your nose. "sniff this shit."

with no single breath drawn or even a waft of your hand over the glass, the awful yet uncannily familiar stench assaults your senses. your nose wrinkles in disgust as you reflexively push his hand aside, burying your face into his chest.

"eughh! is that blood?!"

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[ivystoryweaver]

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

This has been in my drafts for a year, enjoy that

Poe Dameron Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: You expected your best friend to be as optimistic about Life Day as he is about everything else. But he's different this year. (This is set after the events of The Last Jedi if you're interested in the timeline)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Content: Poe is a sad/tipsy/handsy puppy, angst, inebriation, drinking, kissing, misunderstandings, discussions of death, probably inaccurate Life Day nonsense, friends to lovers, pining, this boy's trauma deserves some attention ok

Poe wasn't at breakfast.

He missed your morning run together.

Life Day spirit was in the air and General Organa had released as much personnel as could be managed, particularly those who celebrated.

Maybe Poe headed back to Yavin 4 without mentioning anything?

Your best friend usually told you everything, so if he left without saying goodbye...

"Have you seen Poe?" You asked a few dozen people throughout the day, even going so far as to find General Organa, pleading with her to tell you if he was off on a solo mission, or a secret one.

She assured you she had ordered no such mission.

So where was he?

Deciding to head back to your room to change for the festivities, you tried to shake off the anxiety prickling your skin. After a quick trip to the fresher, you put on your best outfit - which was basically the only thing you owned that wasn't Resistance-issued attire.

Upon checking Poe's room one final time, you reluctantly made your way to the mess hall, which, for the people remaining at the Resistance base, would serve as a dance floor.

Colorful strings of lights illuminated the dimly lit room, mismatchedbulbs from droids and ships and even various lanterns. Trinkets special to Resistance members were strung up here and there - good luck charms and souvenirs from missions - anything that would reflect and sparkle and shine.

As if holiday magic itself was guiding you, the sparkle of a familiar gold necklace glinted, catching your eye. All the sudden, there he was, sitting in a corner, surrounded by people, slurring his way through a story of battle glory.

Shit, he was already tipsy? Not good.

His dark brown eyes brightened as they landed on you.

"There you are," he laughed out, reaching out for you, suddenly ignoring the others vying for his attention. "I was just talking about you, come here."

Despite the fact that he was nestled in a corner booth, he insisted you shimmy your way to sit down beside him.

"Poe, it's okay, there's no room. I can just - "

"Nooo, 'sokay," he waved his hand dismissively before reaching up to pull on your sleeve. "Sit with me, right here. Been waiting for you."

Poe was so damn stubborn when he'd been drinking...which is how you ended up smooshed up against his side, halfway on his lap.

"You smell so good," he murmured, burying his nose behind your ear as his arm slid around your waist.

Nudging him with your shoulder, you couldn't help but smile. "How much have you had to drink? It's early."

The corner of his mouth curled knowingly as he touched his forehead to yours. "Started early. You weren't here to stop me."

Your face heated up at how flirty he seemed this evening. "What are you talking about? I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Not everywhere or you would have found me here," he shrugged, pushing his half empty drink toward you. "Gotta catch up."

"Uh, no thank you," you giggled, trying to find a comfortable sitting position that didn't land you all the way in Poe's lap. On second thought, maybe if you finished Poe's drink, you could keep an eye on what else he chose to imbibe for the rest of the evening.

"Actually, give me that." You downed it in a couple gulps, to Poe's great amusement and a whoop from your table mates.

"Okay, okay, you have to play the game too," a fellow pilot informed you, nodding to a cheap looking bottle of something or other in the middle of the table. "Truth or dare?"

You glared over at Poe. "Truth or dare? How old are we?"

"Four-hundred thirty-seven," an alien pilot opposite you teased. "Haven't played Truth or Dare since I was around two-hundred."

"Exactly," you decided to let a couple of centuries make your point.

"Come onnn, play with us," Poe breathed on your ear, goosing your ribs, which sent your backside jerking against his thigh as you shrieked in surprise. You nearly lost your balance, but Poe wrapped his arms around your torso to steady you.

"Truth or dare?" You were asked again.

With a groan, you decided on truth.

"You've hooked up with Commander Dameron," she declared. Everyone at the table leaned in, ready for your answer. You should have known.

"No, I haven't. That's the truth."

"Commander?" She challenged, fact-checking your statement with Poe.

"Don't ask me, it's not my turn," he mysteriously shrugged, which elicited some 'oooh's' and made you groan.

The game continued until it was Poe's turn. He choose truth and was posed the same question as you. His answer confirmed yours - no hookups between you. That fact didn’t stop his thumb from languidly tracing circles on your stomach as he held onto you.

On your next turn, you tried to avoid another probing question by choosing dare.

"Kiss Commander Dameron," the older alien pilot challenged. You felt a chuckle rumble in his chest.

"Fine," you shrugged, turning your head to peck him on the cheek. A chorus of 'boo's' went up, but you silenced them, letting them know they didn't specify where or how you had to kiss Poe.

So, naturally, when it was Poe's turn, he chose dare, and was dared to kiss you. On the mouth.

"Okay, time for bed," you decided, attempting to climb out of your crowded seat and off Poe's thigh, which you were certain had fallen asleep by now underneath your weight.

"Aw, don't go," Poe complained, keeping a loose hold on your wrist, but not holding you back, in case you really wanted to leave. "It won't be Life Day without you. Promise I won't kiss you."

Your eyes met his and you swore you saw a flicker of sadness dance across them. "Okay, I'll stay, but no more Truth or Dare." Hitching your thumb at your table mates you whispered, "They're ganging up on us."

"Then let's go dance," Poe proposed, releasing your wrist and clambering out of the booth and onto the dance floor. Just to make you laugh, he did a silly twirl and struck a pose before offering his hand. “Shall we?”

"Wow, you are so drunk," you cackled taking his hand and following him willingly.

You made it to the middle of the makeshift dance floor, and he pulled your hand to his chest, slipping his other arm around your waist as you began to sway to the music.

Smiling at him sweetly, you released his hand, pushing your fingers up over the exposed skin of his chest, revealed by one too many buttons unfastened. Not that you were complaining. Up your fingers traced, toying with the chain nestled there, over the smooth column of his neck. His throat bobbed under your touch.

Looping your arms around his neck, you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, swaying back and forth with a silly, dramatic flare, which earned a chuckle from Poe. His hands found your hips and squeezed, dragging you closer until your chest pressed against his and his forehead dropped to yours.

"What is going on with you?" You murmured, heart fluttering in your chest as you attempted to keep your wits about you.

"Nothing, just...really glad you're here. Missed you today," he whispered, alcohol tinged breath ghosting your lips.

"Could've fooled me. I couldn't find you anywhere, Poe. I thought you went back home for Life Day without even telling me."

"Without you? No," he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs. "Not without you. Without telling you, I mean."

“But I couldn’t find you,” you insisted, resisting the urge to toy with the curls at the base of his neck. It felt good to be close to him - to have his attention. But he wasn't in his right mind and you couldn't take advantage of your friendship. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me. I was worried."

His gaze dropped, jaw clenching as your swaying eased to a stop. "I'm sorry."

In a group, drinking and telling stories, he could keep up a festive facade but you saw right through him.

"Hey," you softly redirected his gaze back to yours. "It's Life Day. You love Life Day. Right? The tree and the lights?"

"Yeah," he whispered, eyes flickering down to your lips. "I just...I'm not feeling so festive this year."

Stepping back, you ran your palms down his arms and took his hands. "Wanna get out of here? Let's get some air. We can look at the tree."

He nodded, following your lead out into the night, gripping your hand as if you might evaporate right before his eyes if he let go.

You walked quietly for several moments, cheeks burning as a few passersby noticed you holding hands with the Commander, prompting you to finally release your hold. Without the tether, Poe’s walking slowed, turning into a listless stumble, which was how you realized he might not be in any shape to take a stroll through the woods.

Perhaps he was better off tucked into a booth, surrounded by people. The fact that you misread the situation and his needs brought a wave of trepidation and regret. You stopped walking and turned to him, pressing your palms against his chest.

It took his mind a second to catch up, so you guided him around the side of the closest building - closed for the holiday. Steadying him up against the wall, with hands on his chest once more, you apologized. “I should take you back to your room.”

Gripping your elbows, he stared at you so intently it made your knees go weak. As your body swayed into his, he wrapped his arms around you, gathering you close. Mistaking it for a hug, albeit an intimate one, you turned your head to lay it on his chest, but his mouth met yours, capturing your lips in a breathy kiss.

All the air rushed out of you as he tasted you, spreading his hand over the curve of your back and pressing and pulling you into him harder. The heat of his tongue and the solid warmth of his body consumed you utterly and you found yourself kissing him back with fervor.

The sound of voices and a clattering bottle nearby jolted you out of...whatever this was, sending you stumbling back, dazed. You felt as drunk as Poe apparently was, but from him alone rather than the half drink you’d downed.

Poe, mistaking your withdrawal as rejection, reached for your arms, murmuring, "No, no, I'm sorry, don't go."

Noticing his obvious distress, you allowed his touch, gripping his biceps through his leather jacket. "It's okay. I'm here," you breathlessly gasped, mind reeling and heart pounding. "Let me take you back."

"I don't want you to go," he whimpered, grip on your forearms tightening. "Don't be mad. I don't want...I can't - "

"Hey," you soothed, touching his cheek to direct his bleary gaze to yours. "I won't leave you. Not ever."

This seemed to appease him and he followed your lead back to his room. Your instincts seemed to somehow be way off with him tonight, and you regretted tearing him away from the fun he seemed to be enjoying before you interrupted.

Maybe it was you. Perhaps that's why he'd avoided you all day. Hot tears burned your eyes as you guided him to lie down on his bed. As he pleaded with you not to go, again, you hushed him, swearing you wouldn't.

You worked his boots off his feet before helping him sit up to remove his jacket. Climbing into bed, you wrapped your arms around him, guiding him to lie down on your lap. His distress calmed almost instantly as he murmured, "thank you" a few times, burying his nose in your tummy.

"Love you so much," he whispered so faintly, you convinced yourself he must have said something else.

Raking your fingers through his slightly damp curls, you shushed him a few times, realizing you'd never seen him like this. Tipsy? Yes. Drunk? Maybe once or twice. Handsy? Always. But broken? Not like this.

He fell asleep in minutes and only then, did you let tears escape your eyes. Before long, you felt your eyes grow heavy, so you worked your way down onto the bed, hoping not to wake Poe.

Somehow, exhaustion mingled with the pounding in your heart - from worry, from sharing Poe's bed, from the flavor of alcohol on your lips from his kiss. And from the words he uttered - things he probably wouldn't even remember.

Sleep finally came, granting you both reprieve.

The next morning, you awoke while there was barely light in the sky. Since Poe was still asleep, you decided to freshen up a bit and get him some toast and something hot to drink. You crept out of his room and back again as quietly as you could manage.

Upon your return, you were surprised to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows digging into his knees and head in his hands. Dark curls tumbled over his fingers, obscuring his handsome face from you. His shoulders slumped defeatedly.

"Hey there," you softly greeted, presenting the tray of bland food and hot tea to him like an offering. "How are you feeling?"

"Like an asshole," he lamented, voice muffled by his hands.

"Well, I'm used to that," you attempted lightly. "But you had a lot to drink last night. What was that about?"

Raking his fingers down his face, he managed to face you then, eyes bloodshot and lips parched. It was kind of endearing to see him not looking completely perfect for once.

"First of all, tell me how pissed you are. I can take it." He visibly withdrew, waiting for your verdict on how he behaved last night.

"I'm not pissed," you assured him, "just really worried. Why don't you eat something and then we can talk?"

After Poe choked down some toast, you decided to swing by your room and change while he visited the fresher. You promised to return, and when you did, he was waiting for you with open arms.

Folding you close, he breathed on your ear how sorry he was, over and over, while you pressed your nose to the clean scent of his damp neck, exposed by the clean, thin shirt he wore.

Easing back, you reached to toy with the wet curls flipping out behind his ear. "What are you sorry for?"

"Where do I begin?" He scoffed, his gaze dropping. "I ruined your Life Day. I ignored you all day. Kissed you."

"So...you're sorry for kissing me," you clarified, your stomach dropping.

"Yes. No." He shook his head, confused. "I didn't want to be alone." He winced, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

Your jaw clenched as you struggled to maintain your composure. "So you're sorry for kissing me? Or you're sorry that you kissed me while you were drunk, just so you wouldn't be alone?"

Pacing away, one hand landed on his hip while the other tore through his hair. "That's not what I meant. I...I was trying to forget everything and just drink and have fun, but not with you."

Shit. Wrong wording. Again.

"So, that's why you avoided me all day." It wasn't a question. The realization of it stole your breath from your lungs and you sank down on the bed as tears burned your eyes.

"No, baby. No." Poe was quick to kneel down before you, reaching desperately for your hands. "This is...shit, this is coming out all wrong." Seeing tears pool in your beautiful, shining eyes seared his insides with guilt and shame - his companions ever since the events leading up to the Battle of Crait.

"Tell me what's going on," you whispered. "What did I do?"

"Nothing," he insisted, bringing your fingers to his lips and kissing them urgently.

"Too many people have died," he finally confessed, his head bowed and his voice a broken whisper. "It was supposed to be Life Day, but there's only death. We lost over half the fleet."

"I know."

"So many families couldn't celebrate Life Day. Too many." His eyes met yours, wet with fresh tears. "And how many of them are dead because of me?"

"Poe, we all know what we're signing up for when we join. We're all ready to give our lives, you know that. You can't possibly take the blame for what the First Order has done to us."

"There's blame enough for me to share, believe me," he insisted. "And I just couldn't hang anything on the tree yesterday and celebrate life. Not with over half of us gone."

Eyeing him sympathetically, you squeezed his hands. "Life Day isn't only about being alive. Death is a part of life. Life Day is also about remembering the dead. And part of living is grieving the dead, and sometimes feeling a little guilty that you're still here."

“But I don’t, though,” he admitted. “I’m glad I’m here, and more than that, I’m glad you’re here. You, most of all. You're the one person I don't wanna...that I can't..."

"Come here," you coaxed. Poe joined you on the bed but never let go of your hands. "You're my one person too, you know. The person I look for after every mission. The one person I need to be okay.

"It scared me so much yesterday when I couldn't find you," you went on.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "Please don't hate me for yesterday. It's been a long time since I had that much to drink. I know it's no excuse for what I did."

"So you don't remember, then...what you said?" You should have known Poe would only kiss you and utter heartfelt confessions when he was wasted.

Releasing your hand, he titled your chin up to meet his gaze. "I know what I said. I do love you. Always have." A nervous, breathless laugh escaped his perfect lips. "But I understand, you know, if you don't - "

You silenced him, pressing your mouth to his for a tender kiss. "Believe me. I do."

The sadness lingering behind his eyes started to seep away, replaced by a flicker of hope. "Is there any way we could re-do yesterday?" He proposed, tracing the shape of your jaw. "I only have one meeting today."

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, leaning into his touch.

Hand in hand, you visited the Life Day tree, said the prayers, remembered those lost. Then you had something to drink with friends - just one though, before dancing and laughing all evening.

When he kissed you this time, he meant to do it, and everyone saw it. And when you walked back to his room, he asked you to stay. And you did. Every night.

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[pedriache]

You can write one about Pau Cubarsi where he teaches her how to play soccer, a really cute moment pleasee

Only friend — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pau knew you hadn’t been doing good, so he came over to get you out of your room by forcing you to play footy!

Word count: 920+

Disclaimer/s: mostly fluff + me projecting gulps so lighttt angst

A/N: hi guys yes this is me projecting my problems into writing thats my bad honestly I HATE WINTER!!

“Get out of bed.” Pau insisted, standing in your doorway with pursed lips. The second you heard the door open, you’d already known it was him since your parents knew better than to open it without knocking.

Shaking your head, you pull the blanket over your head. “Pau, go away. I’m tired.”

“Tired?” Pau sighs, slipping off his shoes and entering your room. “It’s two in the afternoon. It’s time to get up. I have plans for us.”

The bed dips under his weight and you finally turn around to face him. Dark circles ring around your eyes as you look up at him. “I went to bed at five.”

“In the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t care.”

“Wha—“ You don’t get to finish your sentence because Pau had looped his arms under you and pulled you out of bed. “Pau!”

“Get dressed. We’re going to the park.” He says sternly, setting you down and offering a small smile. “Quit pouting.” He chuckles, placing a small kiss on your lips.

Trudging towards your closet, you change into ‘park safe clothes’ while Pau waited downstairs with your parents. Once you slipped on shoes and did your hair, you stomped down the steps.

Pau sat up on the couch, watching as you rounded the corner with a grumpy expression. He grinning, standing and saying his goodbye’s to your parents.

Your parents adored Pau. Like.. adored, adored. So did you, of course, but to them Pau could never do any wrong. To you, he could. Making you get out of bed to do God knows what, was wrong.

“What are we even doing today?” You quirk an eyebrow, climbing into the passenger seat.

Pau’s mouth forms a devious, shit-eating grin. “I’m teaching you how to play football.”

Instantly you reached for the door handle. Pau, having much faster reflexes, locks the car doors. “Nuh-uh!” He laughs, “you can have aux, just come with me, okay?”

Chewing on your cheek, you let out a huff. “Fine. Only because I hate your music.” He nearly tried to defend himself, but stopped when he saw the look you were giving him.

The park was quiet today, which was lucky for you. Only a few families milled about and they were at the play sets. Pau reached for his ball in the back seat before getting out. When you begrudgingly got out, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“This will be fun!” He insists, planting a kiss to your forehead. No matter how annoyed you may be, it was so hard to stay in that state when your boyfriend was just so.. perfect.

“Fun is going to the mall. Fun is not spraining your ankle because your boyfriend forgets he’s playing with his girlfriend and not his teammate.” You point at him accusatorially, which sends waves of guilt through him.

“I apologized for that a million times!” He groans, letting his hand drop to your hip. “I won’t do that again. Promise.”

Rolling your eyes with a small smirk, you chuckle. “Sure. Okay, put the damn ball down.”

Pau grins, setting the ball on the fresh grass. “What should we start with today?” He thinks out loud to himself, which you watch with your hands on your hips.

“Well shit, I don’t know.” You mumble, “oh! Oh! Remember last time when I did that one thing?”

The teens eyebrows pull together before it dawns on him. He nudges the ball, playing with it as he thinks. “Okay, yeah. You’re talking about when you kicked it behind you?”

Shaking your head vigorously, you use your hands while you explain, “nooo. Dribbling! I think thats what it’s called?”

Pau looks up from the ball to you, “yeah, that’s what it’s called. Okay, jog beside me and watch the ball, i’ll explain as I do it.”

Nodding, you and Pau set off in a slow jog, as you do so, he explains his tactics and you watch him move. “It’s easier to do when you’re in a full on run, but you should start off jogging, it’ll make it easier to learn.” He stops the ball, kicking it up into his hands before he sets it in yours. “You got this.”

Swirling the ball in your hands, you chew on your bottom lip. “Right. Super simple.” You mumble, psyching yourself up. “Alright, let’s go.”

Letting the ball drop to the grass, you do just as Pau described. You nearly stumble, but catch yourself and continue. Every so often, Pau gives you a new pointer, and you adjust to it.

Throughout your time learning how to play, Pau gives you compliments and praises;

“Yes! Yes just like that, you’re a natural!”

“See, you know what you’re doing!”

“Might as well start calling you Messi.” — That was teasing, which you’d flicked him for, eliciting a loud giggle from the boy.

After nearly an hour of non-stop playing, you slump onto the bar of the net, catching your breath. “How do you do this nearly every fucking day?” You gasp out, taking a large gulp of water to alleviate the pain.

Pau sits across from you, leaning back on his palms. “Nena [baby], i’ve been doing this since i could walk.” He says with an amused expression.

Your eyes roll, “true.” Taking another large gulp and jump to your feet. “Let’s go again!”

Pau looks up at you incredulously. “Again? Not even an hour ago you were complaining about me even bringing you here.”

“Yeah, well. Times change.” You grin, reaching for the ball.

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[sturniololuvz]

heyyy i would love a fic about the triplets parents go on vacation for a week and the boys have to watch their two year old sister

okayyy!

“Three Dads and a Toddler”

Sturniolos x sister

Day 1: Immediate Regret

The second their parents walked out the door, the house felt too quiet.

Chris looked down at their 2-year-old sister, Y/N, who sat on the floor holding a stuffed animal. “She seems fine.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, bro, this is gonna be easy.”

Fast forward an hour, and Y/N was screaming on the kitchen floor because Matt gave her the wrong color plate.

“NOOO!” she sobbed, pushing the plate away.

Chris rubbed his temples. “Dude, it’s literally the same sandwich.”

Matt crouched down. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Y/N sniffled. “No gween.”

Matt glanced at the plate—red.

Nick groaned. “We’re seriously losing because of a plate?”

Matt swapped the food onto a green plate and set it in front of her. Y/N blinked, sniffled, and—just like that—started eating happily.

Chris looked at Nick. “We just got manipulated.”

Day 2: The Sleepless Night

Getting Y/N to bed was… impossible.

Matt carried her upstairs, laying her down in her crib. “Okay, baby. Sleepy time.”

Y/N shook her head. “No.”

Matt sighed. “Yes.”

Y/N’s lip wobbled. “Nooo.”

Chris whispered to Nick, “Bro, she’s about to lose it.”

And then—it happened.

Y/N threw her pacifier and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Nick covered his ears. “OH MY GOD.”

Chris grabbed Matt’s arm. “Bro, just let her sleep with you.”

Matt groaned but picked her up. “Fine.”

An hour later, all three triplets were crammed into Matt’s bed, with Y/N sprawled out in the middle, snoring.

Chris whispered, “We’re never surviving this.”

Day 3: The Great Escape

The next morning, Matt, Chris, and Nick were exhausted.

Y/N? Fully energized.

Matt was half-asleep on the couch when Nick suddenly sat up. “Wait… where’s Y/N?”

Panic.

They searched the house until Chris spotted the back door open.

Nick ran outside. “Y/N!”

There she was, wobbling toward the driveway.

Chris sprinted, scooping her up. “No, no, no, little dude, you cannot run away.”

Y/N blinked up at him. “Go Mama.”

Matt kissed her head. “Mama’s not home, baby.”

Y/N pouted. “Miss Mama.”

Chris sighed. “Yeah, we get it, dude.”

Day 5: The Target Meltdown

Bad idea. Very bad idea.

Y/N was fine—until she spotted the toy aisle.

“Dolly,” she whispered.

Matt shook his head. “Not today, baby.”

Y/N’s whole face scrunched up. “Dolly.”

Chris sighed. “Dude, she’s about to explode.”

And then—it happened.

She dropped to the floor, kicking and wailing.

“DOLLYYYY!”

Nick groaned. “I hate this.”

Matt knelt beside her. “Hey, hey. No dolly today, okay?”

Y/N sniffled. “Dolly…”

Matt sighed and pulled out a snack. “Goldfish?”

Y/N paused.

“…Goldfish?”

She took the snack, happily munching.

Chris stared. “She’s playing us.”

Day 7: Finally Over

By the time their parents came home, the boys were done.

Matt was passed out on the couch with Y/N on his chest, Nick was lying on the floor, and Chris was staring at the ceiling.

Marylou giggled. “Wow, looks like she wore you out.”

Nick mumbled, “She’s a tiny dictator.”

Jimmy chuckled. “But you survived.”

Chris groaned. “Barely.”

Y/N yawned, reaching for Marylou. “Mama…”

Marylou kissed her head. “Did you have fun with your brothers?”

Y/N sleepily nodded. “Mhm.”

Matt muttered, “Never. Again.”

[tinylilacbun]

hiii! idk if you’re requests are open but I was wondering if you could do a daddy wade x little girl reader (i can already hear him call her peanut!)where she skins her knee playing but tries to hide it from him and when he finds out she tells him she wanted to regenerate like her daddy🥹

Just like you

Pairing: daddy!wade x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, hurt knee, tiny mention of blood, comfort

As a little with a mercenary as a caregiver who's often gone during the day you know how to keep yourself entertained without getting bored, sometimes watching too much cartoons than you were allowed but other than that you were a good peanut.

Another day with Wade being gone and about to earn some money, with the promise to be there for movie night, you were busy playing to make the time go faster.

Looking through your toy chest you pull out a cape, giggling in delight you quickly fasten it around your neck. You also grab two stuffies to play with, rushing to the living room.

Wade was a hero in your eyes, obviously. He doesn't exactly tells you what happens exactly during his jobs, just snippets and not any gory details for obvious reasons, but nonetheless he's your hero. That's why you love to pretend you are a hero yourself.

As you keep playing that you're rescuing your hostage stuffed bunny from a cat you run around the living room, jumping up and down the couch you lose your balance and fall knees first onto the hardwood floor with a yelp.

You sit on the floor, pouting at your now bloody knees and hesitantly touch one and wince at the sting. "Owie..."

But you don't start crying. Your daddy doesn't cry either, he sucks it up and keeps going with the knowledge that he will regenerate in no time. So, with a huff you get up and continue playing as if nothing happened.

A while later you are sitting on the couch watching a cartoon as you hear the front door unlocking and Wade steps inside, still wearing his suit and carries a bag of takeaway.

"Daddy's home!" He loudly announces himself. "That'll never get old." He walks over to the counter that separates the kitchen from the living area to set down the bag and takes off his mask as well.

The second his hands are free you quickly get up and run into his awaiting arms. "Missed you daddy."

He smiles, picking you up by your thighs and kisses the tip of your nose. "I missed you too, peanut. Bet you had more fun than me. You didn't start our movie night without me, did you?"

"Nooo, I could neva! Waited jus' for you." You giggle, eyeing the bag of food your stomach growls. "What's this?"

"I got your favorite takeout." He says, chuckling at the way you're almost drooling at the sight. "Get settled on the couch and I'll be there in a minute, 'kay?"

You nod enthusiastically, rushing back to your previous spot when Wade set you back on the ground.

Soon enough he got changed into something comfortable and you both are eating your dinner on the couch while he tells you about today's job, making sure it's appropriate for your current headspace.

When you finish eating and Wade has put on the movie you got to choose this week you get more comfortable.

Wade sits back down next to you, grabbing a fluffy blanket to cover you both but stops when he gets a glimpse of your knees. "Peanut, what's this?"

"Huh? Oh, that happened when I was playing hero. S'okay, jus' hurts a little!" You shrug it off with a smile.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He sighs.

"Wanted to be like you daddy." You mumble, looking down at your hands.

His eyes soften at that, a small smile replacing his frown. "Like me?"

"Mhm, wanted to regenerate like you 'cause is so cool!"

"Oh peanut, you're too sweet for this world. Wait here, I'll be right back."

Sure enough he comes back with a pack of hello kitty bandaids, kneeling down beside the couch and quickly unwrapping two of them, placing them carefully on your knees. "There, all patched up. You're still just like me, y'know? You just need a little longer to regenerate than me and that's okay."

"Really?" You ask a little uncertainty, tilting your head.

"Oh, hell yeah. You're just as cool as me and that means we deserve this." He pulls out two lollipops and you squeal, instantly reaching out for it. "Let me unwrap it first."

He settles back down next to you, letting you snuggle into his side before taking the wrapping off and handing you your treat.

He wraps an arm around you, kissing your head. "You'll always be my cool peanut."

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An "Accidental" Encounter

[INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY]

Gojo stands at one end of a small table, leaning over a set of unorganized papers. Nine-year-old Megumi sits on the opposite side, arms crossed, his face a mixture of skepticism and confusion.

Gojo (slamming his hand on the table, leaning forward energetically): Okay, let’s review the plan! A block down the street, there’s a charming little French café called “Le Café du Jardin.” At the first outdoor table, there will be a beautiful lady named “Reader.” Reader visits the café every Sunday at exactly 3:30 PM to read and to drink herbal tea. She doesn’t know me—yet—but you, my dear Megumi, are going to help us become acquainted.

Megumi (frowning, leaning back slightly in his chair): Wait a second... If this “Reader” doesn’t know you, then… How exactly do you know her schedule?

Gojo (pausing):… That is not important.

He straightens up, gesturing with his hands.

Gojo (with a wide grin): What is important is that you’re going to help me get her cell phone number.

Megumi (raising an eyebrow skeptically): And how exactly am I supposed to do that?

Gojo (clapping his hands together): Simple! Just repeat what is written in this script.  You’re going to walk up to Reader and say…

He gestures at Megumi expectantly. 

Megumi (dryly, deadpan): Hello, Miss Reader. I think my guardian is stalking you. He says he’ll force me to sleep in the streets until I bring him your cell phone number.

Gojo (becoming frustrated): Nooo! Absolutely not!  You ran away from home because you didn’t want to eat your damn vegetables and got lost! Come on Megumi, I spent all night working on this! 

Megumi (pauses to read Gojo’s notes): You actually put effort into writing this rubbish? I think I prefer to spend my day off playing outside. 

Megumi gets up to leave but Gojo quickly moves to block the door with his body. Gojo kneels down to Megumi's height and places a hand on Megumi's shoulder .

Gojo (pauses for a moment then begins to speak in an overly sweet tone): You know Megumi…  In some countries, children are visited by a magical fairy that will leave them gifts in exchange for their baby teeth. Sometimes when children help out their mommies and daddies, the fairy will reward them with extra gifts! If you help me out, I’m sure the fairy will reward you with ¥500 ! 

Megumi: … I don’t know if I should be more offended by; that you think that I’m dumb enough to believe in the Tooth Fairy, or that I can be bought with just ¥500. 

Gojo: Oh come on Megumi can’t you help me out please? I’ll pay you ¥5,000 for your trouble. 

Megumi: You better make it ¥10,000. 

Gojo (Starting to get frustrated): Seriously?! I let you live here for free! You should want to help out of gratitude! You know what? Maybe I should make you sleep outside! 

Megumi: Fine! I'll just go camping in the backyard until  CPS arrives! 

Gojo (Rubs his temples in annoyance): Dear God why do you have to make this so difficult? How about I pay you….  ¥7,500 and I let you stay up past your bedtime for a whole week? 

Megumi: ….. Fine, I'll do it for ¥7,500! So I go up to this girl named Reader and then what? 

Gojo: Then you’re going to ask Reader if you can use her cell phone to call your amazing uncle Satoru. While you’re waiting for me to arrive, you’ll casually tell her how incredibly attractive I am. 

Megumi (Looking him up and down): You’re attractive? I’m not sure I follow…

Gojo: Of course I’m attractive! I’m tall, handsome, rich, mature, virtuous, and incredibly humble. Oh, and don’t forget to mention that I’m single!

Megumi (deadpan, tilting his head slightly): Well, I’ll give you “tall,” but I’m not so sure about being humble or virtuous…

Gojo (slightly offended): What are you talking about? I’m practically a saint!

Megumi (narrowing his eyes): Right…. Except last month you killed a guy for scratching your car and then drew dicks on his face. Last week you change the men's and women's bathroom signs... Then there was that time you went into angry drunken rage over not being able to nominate yourself for a Nobel Peace Prize…. 

Gojo freezes, his confident grin faltering. He squints suspiciously at Megumi.

Gojo : … And you are not going to mention a single word of that to anyone especially to Reader!

Megumi glances out the window, ignoring Gojo’s theatrics.

Megumi (dryly): It looks like it’s going to rain. Can I at least have an umbrella?

Gojo (waving him off, shaking his head): No, no, no! You’ll look more sympathetic if you’re wet.

He pauses, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Gojo (suddenly inspired and snapping his fingers): Actually, let’s rub some hot sauce in your eyes to make you cry! It’ll make you look more pitiful! 

Megumi stares at him, utterly unamused. He leans forward, resting his head in his hands.

[EXT. LE CAFÉ DU JARDIN – LATE AFTERNOON]

The busy sounds of the street quiet down a bit as Megumi walks up to a small, picturesque café. He stops at an outdoor table where a young woman, Reader, is engrossed in a book. A hot cup of tea sits next to her. Megumi pauses for a moment, then lightly tugs on her sleeve. 

Megumi (quietly, almost timidly): Excuse me, Miss…

Reader looks up from her book, her gaze soft but curious.

Reader (smiling kindly): Yes?

Megumi (looking down slightly, his voice steady but polite): Can I please borrow your phone? I need to call for a ride home.

Reader’s expression softens even more. Without hesitation, she picks up her phone and hands it to him.

Reader (warmly): Of course.

Megumi takes the phone, glancing up at her briefly before dialing. His expression is calm, but there’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. As he presses the call button, he meets her gaze directly.

Megumi (sincerely, voice low): I just want to say beforehand, I’m really sorry that I have to drag you into this.

Reader looks slightly confused. The phone barely rings once when—

Gojo (practically materializing out of thin air, loudly and dramatically): Fushiuro-chan!!!!

Reader jumps slightly in her seat as Gojo rushes up, arms outstretched. He picks up Megumi in a constrictive hug and begins spinning the small boy in circles. 

Gojo (buries his face into Megumi’s hair): I’ve been so worried about you! You should know better than to run away like that. 

Megumi (gasping for air and trying to break hold of Gojo’s hold.): Can’t breathe! 

Gojo pretends to just notice the reader and carelessly drops Megumi on the ground. He straightens up, bowing slightly toward Reader with an apologetic look that’s more charming than sincere. Megumi starts gasping noisily for air. Reader looks a little startled but doesn't say anything.

Gojo: Thank you so much for watching over him, Miss! I hope my boy hasn’t caused you any trouble. 

Reader: Oh, not at all. He’s been very polite. 

Gojo (looking overly emotional): You’re too kind! Let me introduce myself—my name is Gojo Satoru, and this is my ward, Megumi Fushiguro.

Reader (hesitates for a moment, then shakes his hand): It’s nice to meet you.

Gojo doesn't let go of the reader's hand and instead interlaces his fingers with hers.

Gojo (voice dropping to a sympathetic tone): Thank you for being so understanding. I’ve recently adopted Megumi-kun after he was abandoned by his abusive father.

Megumi (frowning): But I have never been abu—

Before Megumi can finish, Gojo kicks Megumi's shin.

Megumi (winces, staggering slightly as his eyes begin to water from the pain): …!

Reader untangles her hand from Gojo and stares at Megumi with a look of concern. Gojo quickly swoops in, wrapping an arm around Megumi’s shoulders as if to comfort him.

Gojo (gently wipes away Megumi’s tears): It’s okay Fushiguro-chan. You don’t have to hold back your emotions anymore.

Megumi freezes, his eyes narrowing dangerously as Gojo leans in closer.

Gojo (voice voice dripping with fake sympathy): Do you remember what your therapist said? It’s okay to cry!

Megumi’s eyebrow twitches, his face a mixture of pain, anger, and annoyance. Reader watches the interaction, looking torn between sympathy and confusion.

Reader (softly): I … didn’t realize you were going through so much, Fushiguro-chan.

Megumi (gritting his teeth, barely keeping his composure): I’m fine.

Gojo (starts aggressively ruffling Megumi’s hair and smiles at the reader): Isn’t he brave? I’m just so proud of him.

Reader smiles back awkwardly.

Gojo (lowering his voice, feigning deep compassion): Shhh… I know you’re still trying to cope with your deadbeat father trying to sell you after your mom tragically passed away.

Reader’s eyes widen slightly, and she leans forward, visibly shocked. Gojo continues, unbothered.

Gojo (earnestly, with a hint of dramatic flair): Just because your father didn’t want you doesn’t mean you aren’t loved! I care about you, and I know you’re nothing like your father. Your father was a jerk. He deserved to die in that explosion. But don’t worry! I’m doing my best to be the father figure you need.

Megumi’s jaw clenches as he stares at Gojo, practically vibrating with restrained irritation. Gojo ignores Megumi and gazes wistfully at the reader.

Gojo: And maybe, one day, I’ll fall in love with a kind lady who can be the motherly figure you deserve.

Megumi (gritting his teeth, voice sharp): Why do you feel the need to share my personal life with others?!

Megumi looks like he’s about to explode, but before he can, Reader gently pats his back. Her touch is light and hesitant but kind.

Reader (softly) : It’s okay, Fushiguro-chan. 

Gojo (earnestly): Fushiguro-chan is not a bad child, I swear! It’s just that he’s been through so much… Living on the streets for so long has left him traumatized. Poor Fushiguro-chan is such a sweet and well-behaved kid, but sometimes he forgets that he now has a loving home. I’m doing the best I can to raise him as a single parent, but there’s only so much I can do as a humble bachelor. It’s only thanks to kind-hearted angels like you that he has any hope left for humanity. Please… let me take you out to dinner tonight to thank you for saving my poor boy!

Reader looks surprised, glancing between Gojo and Megumi.

Megumi (calmly): Am I invited to this dinner as well?

Gojo deadpans at him.

Gojo: No. I only made a reservation for two people. 

Megumi (sighing): Fine. But how am I supposed to get home? I’m lost, remember?

Gojo: Oh, yeah I almost forgot about that....

Gojo starts digging through his pockets, pulling out random coins and counting them in his palm.

Gojo: Let’s see… okay, here’s ¥155. There’s a bus station about five blocks south of here that you can take to get home. There are leftovers in the fridge and don’t stay up too late. 

Megumi (staring at the coins, unimpressed): Hey wait a moment, where’s the other ¥7,345?

Reader: If money is the problem, I have no issue with giving  Fushiguro-kun a ride home. Also there is no need to treat me to dinner. 

Gojo: Oh don’t worry about Fushiguru-kun. Earlier today I was telling Fushiguro-kun that the tooth fairy often leaves money to boys and girls who are extra good. 

Megumi and Gojo make eye contact with each other as a silent agreement is made between the two of them.

Megumi (Starts to walk away): Actually I just remembered how to get home from here. Also don’t worry about Gojo Miss Reader. He can be eccentric at times but he’s harmless…

Gojo: Make sure to brush your teeth and don’t stay up too late! Anyhow there is an upscale restaurant that just opened up and … *continues to babble* 

Reader starts to tune out Gojo and a chuckle escapes her lips as can’t help but feel entertained with the events that just unfolded in front of her. A small grin forms on Gojo’s face, satisfied with his plan’s outcome. 

Note from the author: I just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to read my little creation. This short story was originally inspired by the Gojo x reader story “Trouville Limerence,” by the Tumblr user pthalogreenwriter (hopefully they will log back into their account one day and read this!) I originally wrote this I wanted to encourage them to continue writing  their story so I created a parody script of the events that could potentially happen after their third chapter. I was having so much fun writing the parody, that I decided to turn it into a short story. If this short gains enough attention, I might repost the story later on in a properly written story format. I also want to extend a special thanks to Bella @izabella_ray and Athena M @arriane_li from Fiverr for helping me edit my script and to anyone else who gave me feedback! 

[thesassypadawan]

Beloved Master *Fragmented* (Unburnt Darth Vader x FemPadawan Reader)

Summary: A dream? Was it really all just a dream? Or maybe…it’s a second chance? A second chance to set things right, to bring him back. (A ‘What if’ to Beloved Master, where Anakin’s padawan fights to bring him back from the dark side.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of some violence and mention of character death. Padawan reader is of age.

Note: Read Beloved Master First

Happy Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all April long!

A little something for @jediskywalkerblog ! It was truly a pleasure to write this! As soon as I read your ask, I knew exactly what do! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it! ❤️

“I love you too, Lord Vader.”

As the words fell from your lips, the world began to shift…distort. Until it was all fragmented…then faded into darkness.

“Little one… Little one…” A voice rang out. One you hadn’t heard in quite some time. One you thought no longer existed. “Little one, don’t listen to him!”

Your eyes snapped open. Dazed and confused, you tried to take in your surroundings. Orange skies. Cries of agony and pain all around you. The temple engulfed in flames. And a distraught looking…

“Master Kenobi!” You exclaimed in disbelief. Shocked and horrified as the events of that dreadful night slowly unfolded in front of you once more. “What are you-”

“Now’s not the time!” Obi-Wan yelled; tugging on your arm, trying to lead you away from the chaos. “You need to come with me! We must-”

A familiar presence, a blaze of blue light. Only this time…you met it with your own burning yellow. “Nooo!”

Catching him off guard, you had sent Anakin stumbling backwards with a force push. A mix of anger and confusion etched on his face. “What are you doing?!”

Straightening yourself up, you swallowed hard. “Bringing you back.” And without a second thought, you ignited the other half of your saber.

You flew at him, easily falling into step with one another. Clash after clash. Spark after spark. Sizzling endlessly as yours repeatedly came down against his.

Back and forth, the two of you continued this dance. Eyes reflecting each other’s pain…remorse…desperation. As you both fought with your all.

Every swing, every blow sent waves of raw emotions down your bond. Threatening to tear your hearts apart.

Twisting quickly, you knock the saber from his hands. Sending it sailing through the air, leaving him defenseless.

“Well done, angel,” Ani muttered. Bowing his head in defeat as he dropped to his knees.

Chest heaving, tears cascading down your cheeks. You nodded in acknowledgement, saying softly. “I learned from the best.”

Deactivating your own saber, you joined him on the ground. Hands reaching out shakily, pulling him into a tight embrace.

You felt him hesitate for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around you. Burying his face into the side of you neck, sobbing. “I’m…I’m s-so sorry! I…I…”

“It’s okay, it’s over now,” you whispered, hands rubbing soothingly up and down his back. “All that matters is you came back to me. That-”

“You came back to us,” Obi-Wan added. A hint of relief in his voice as he came to stand behind you. “And I do believe that this belongs to you.”

You didn’t need to see to know that Obi had returned his saber. “Thank you, master. For always having faith in me, for being so…naïve.”

Because the sound of it igniting and the painful cry that followed after told you so.

“Ani,” you spoke slowly. “What have you done?”

“I did what was necessary,” he replied nonchalantly.

Untangling himself from your hold, he stood. Yellow eyes staring down at you menacingly; his hand outstretched, waiting for yours. “It’s all going to be okay; you’re safe, my empress.”

You knew you should be terrified. That you should be completely, utterly distraught…disgusted with yourself. Instead you took his hand and stepped over the cold, lifeless body of the man you both had fondly called ‘father’. “Light the way, my lord.”

As the words fell from your lips, the world began to shift…distort. Until it was all fragmented…then faded into darkness.

“Hatari… Hatari…” A voice rang out. One you love so dearly. One you dread so thoroughly. “Hatari, are you all right?”

Your eyes snapped open. Dazed and confused, you tried to take in your surroundings. Silken sheets. The sound of a fire crackling in the hearth. Ominous red light trickling between a crack in the lavish bed chamber curtains. And a concerned looking…

“Ani?” You asked groggily. Body feeling heavy as you tried to push yourself up into a seated position. “What’s-”

“Little one okay too?” He muttered softly… “He’s not kicking you too hard, is he?” …placing his hand on your very swollen stomach.

A familiar chill ran down your spine, the realization setting in. That it was only a dream, that this was your one and true fate. Forever at your beloved master's husband’s side…no matter what.

Fighting back the tears, your hands joined his. Fingers lacing with his, tracing the small flutters across your stretched skin. “Everything is fine. I love you, Lord Vader.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @loverforoldermen

[vee-beeee]

Chicken Noodle Soup

HELLOO

I got a super nice request from Ant1SocialVapor3on over on ao3!

"Basically request is, Y/N wakes up sick one day, and try to go to work as is. Of course the fluffy RK boys aint having any of that, and they try to bring a cranky and sniffly human home to bed, oh and fuss over and overreact. I would really apreciate this, and keep up posting these fluffy bangers :D"

so that is exactly what im gonna do 😈

Warnings: sickness, general discomfort, RK boys are all over you, hank is literally their dad, they boys care for you, gavin slander

Connor, Sixty and Nines x reader

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*...-eep beep BEEP*

You groaned, blinking sleep from your eyes. It's way to early for this.

So you rolled over, snuggling into the blankets.

*beep beep BEEP*

*beep beep BEEP*

Grumbling again, you rolled back over to slap you hand on your phone a couple times, before finally gaining some purchase on it and grabbing the device to pull it right in front of your face. Clicking the power button to see the time, you read the bright numbers at the top of the screen.

5:02

Sighing, you placed the phone back down and rolled onto your back to lay an arm across your face in an attempt to try and block out the morning, along with the world.

And then you sniffed

And you couldn't breathe. Your reaction was instant.

"please no" you moaned, shooting upwards in bed and then proceeding to groan once more in pain from sitting up way to fast, it felt like your head was going to implode.

Then the coughing started

Getting(falling) out of bed, you stumbled your way to the bathroom, where you rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for a thermometer. Finally letting out a shaky breath in relief when you felt your hand grasp it, you leaned your back against the wall and brought the small machine to your forehead, whispering pleas to not be what you think you were.

102.5

basically super duper sick.

Banging your head against the the cabinet and letting out a soft "nooo", you sniffed and contemplated your options.

You could stay home and disappoint everyone at work

Or power through and go on like normal.

Guess what you did.

That's how you landed yourself walking through the station in a giant black puffy jacket, blowing into a tissue, half bottle of cough syrup in hand, and hacking like no tomorrow.

You were truly a sight to behold.

Espically for 3 pairs of curious eyes

Arriving at your desk, you sat down, set your cough syrup on the desk, and proceeded to face plant onto a stack of papers that were sitting on top of it waiting to be worked on. You sniffled a little and slowly sat your chin on your paper to look up at your partner

who was staring at you with the most disgusted face on this planet.

"what" your deep sick voice asked (with a hint of amusement) as Gavin shot up from his desk, and slowly backed away

"are you sick?? i cant get sick, im meeting some guys tonight and I DO NOT want whatever you have. You look absolutely horrible"

You squinted your eyes and stared into his soul, un-moving, until finally you just leaned over his desk, grabbed his coffee cup that was full of pens, and dumped them out.

And then you licked the side of his mug, maintaining eye contact as you did so.

"Hey!" he yelped as you leaned back over to set it back down on his side of the cubicle. You crossed your arms and gave him a smug smile, which only lasted a second before you were consumed by an urge to sneeze, and quickly dove your face into your elbow.

He deserved it though.

You heard him grumble and storm off while you were grabbing a tissue, and you swallowed as you finished, noticing your throat was sore too. Awesome.

Before you could bury your face in paper work again, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jumped and turned around to see 3 faces, full of concern.

" y/n? Are you alright today?" Connor slowly leaned down onto one knee so he could better see your face, which he then softly took into his hands, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. He looked so distressed, his caring eyes boring into yours. His hands were soft and cold, and you leaned into them, closing you eyes. Another palm pressed against your forehead and you sighed in appreciation.

"She has a high fever." a low voice murmured, and you suspected it belonged to Nines.

Blinking your eyes open, you started to open you mouth to say something, but instead a cough started. A tissue was pressed into your hand, and you brought it to your mouth, noticing Sixty had given it to you.

And was also giving you the softest look you have ever seen the sarcastic android wear.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as the group coddled you with their worried looks.

"Guys I'm fineee" you totally lied, sniffing your nose once again and leaning back away from the group to clear your throat.

"You are clearly not" Nines answered, crossing his arms as his LED went yellow, raising his eyebrows

"I agree with him, you need to go home" Connor gave you a sympathetic look and dragged his hands down from your face to your hands, and took them in his, rubbing the knuckles.

"Let us take you home sweetheart" Sixty tilted his head and brushed a hand through your hair.

You grumbled and shook your head, trying to look assertive "I have work to do, I cant leave"

Connor sighed, looking at his fellow RK units, LED flashing amber. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Sweet cheeks, we can do this the easy way-" Sixty started, shooing a reluctant Connor away from his crouching position to stand in front of you and put his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward so you couldn't escape his gaze "-or the hard way. Which is it gonna be?"

Glancing up at Sixty, you stuck your lips out and harrumphed, choosing to look out the window instead of the android and crossing your arms in defiance.

"The hard way it is then"

you turned back to ask him what he was going to do, but it turned into a yelp and finished in a cough.

Nines had swept you from your chair, holding you in his arms bridal style.

And was giving you a small smile.

You gasped like a fish out of water and thrashed slightly in his hold, which you quickly found out did nothing. You were secure in his arms.

Your over-exhertion resulted in more coughing, and Nines smug expression morphed into one of concern as he turned to his fellow units.

All of their LED's started flashing and you knew they were having a private android conversation.

Unfair.

Nines turned his steely gaze to Connor, who just nodded and started off towards their partner Hank, who was looking at your group with a troubled expression. You watched as Nines then turned to Sixty and motioned with his head to the stations front door, to which the rk800 responded by quirking his lips upwards, and rushed forward to kiss your hair, before leaving the main office to go to reception.

Nines adjusted you in his hold, before heading to follow behind Sixty.

As you walked through the lobby, you saw stares pointed at you from androids and humans alike. Everyone was giving you and Nines a raised eyebrow, and you were so embarrassed that you just instinctively leaned forward to hide in Nine's neck, silently apologizing when you coughed into him. He noticed and fastened his pace, lightly kissing your head and whispering in your ear for only you to hear:

"It's okay my darling, we'll take care of you."

Here come the butterflies again.

Or you were just really sick.

Maybe a bit of both.

In the blink of an eye you were fastened in the passenger's seat of your car, with all androids present and accounted for. Connor had told you that they had all taken the day off, and Hank saw his opportunity to leave for the day also. Hank had also wished you well, and said quote "being sick's a bitch". That had given you a giggle, but you still felt guilty for leaving. And now you were taking the 3 smartest detectives from the force.

"But Connor, I have so much work to do" you whined, once again giving the androids half-hearted death glares from around the car.

Nobody reacted, except for Sixty

"You look like a pouting baby" he chuckled and leaned back in his car seat, gazing out the window instead of meeting you now rage filled eyes. Your face was stuck in a jaw-dropped gasp, and you watched Connor turn his head to raise a judging eyebrow at his twin, who continued to ignore everyone.

But you saw that smug grin on his face.

Nines was the one driving, and kept checking your temperature with his hands during the trip to your house. You know you started the drive pretty lucid, but you knew it was getting worse.

You were so in pain from your throat and stuffed up nose, that a few hot tears slid down your face. You turned your head and huffed, hoping none of the boys saw it, but almost immediately after those tears hit your big puffy jacket, a gentle hand was on your chin turning your head in a certain direction.

Nine's direction.

The android had quickly punched in the coordinates to your house and set the car on auto drive when he saw your condition getting worse, and had noticed your tears the second they ran down your cheeks.

"Hey look at me, it's okay were going to help you" a few more tears slid down your cheeks at the comforting words, and Nines gave you the sweetest look to ever adorn his usually un-fazed expression, full of sympathy.

"He's right, we're going to do everything in our power to help you recover as fast as possible" Connor leaned over in his seat to kiss the side of your head while you finally closed your eyes, letting a comfortable darkness take over.

And finally, you fell asleep.

"....-ful sixty! you...e go...to wake th.....p if you hol...em like that"

"..-ever im...b..ing as care...as i can"

Your lids fluttered as you absorbed a conversation around you. Hearing bits and pieces as it felt like you were once again being carried somewhere.

You felt safe and warm, so you snuggled into the body holding you and shut your eyes once again.

"w...- up my heart"

The first thing you felt was a hand on your forehead.

You also noticed a body pressed to your back.

Blinking your weary eyes open, you meet Nines adoring gaze. His LED was yellow however, and he was leaning on one knee in front of your bed. Scrunching up your nose, you wondered how you even got to your bed. A voice behind you chuckled in response, you must have said that out loud. Nines took the hand previously on your forehead and leisurely stroked it down your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Well i drove us to your residence, and then Sixty carried you. We....-" he looked away with a stony expression as his LED flashed red, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"what did you do" you croaked out, pouting your lips out as Nines stared at an interesting corner of your room.

"We couldn't find your house key, so we had to break in" another voice piped up, and you looked to see a guilty Connor standing in the doorway with a cup of what looked like steaming tea.

The room went quiet as you stared with wide eyes as the boys.

"We'll pay for the window." the voice behind you mumbled, before nuzzling into your hair.

And then, surprising the androids and even yourself, you burst into laughter. Which turned into more coughing.

The body behind you (sixty) shook with chuckles, until your coughing fit started. The RK unit immediately stopped his laughter and helped you sit up, while Connor came and dropped the mug of tea on your bedside table before rushing out of the room.

Nines leaned forward to take your hand, and rub gently into it, silently reassuring you.

Waving your hand in front of you, the coughing stopped as you hastily addressed them.

"Sorry guys, that happens when you get sick" you hiccupped a laugh, but the boys didn't react. They silently shared a look.

And then Connor reappeared.

"You need to take all of these"

and you gasped as you saw basically an entire medicine cabinet in his arms. The android looked extremely worried, and was giving you the softest eyes. If he asked, you probably would take all of them.

You saw Nines sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, and you wondered what had happened while you were out. On second glance at the cough medicine in his arms, you made a realization.

"Is that the brand of medicine that I brought to work?" you stuttered out, looking at Connor.

He shifted from foot to foot "I went to the store, and my memory record showed that this was your favorite brand. I didn't know how many to get, so I got...... a few"

The RK unit looked down on you with a small smile as you beamed.

They were the best.

And then an alarm went off.

You raised an eyebrow and watched as it was Nines turn to hot-footed it somewhere, and it looked like he was heading to the kitchen. Suddenly feeling a weight on your lap, you looked down to see Sixty had settled his head on your legs, and was gazing up at you.

"He's making Chicken noodle soup, Hank sent a recipe." Sixty murmured, and you watched his hand go up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You instantly melted.

Maybe you would have a nice time being sick.

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HERE IT IS

Im sorry if that ending is a little out of character, just thought it was funny LOL

Still getting used to writing the three of them and their dynamics

Also feel free to request anything! I enjoy them :D

Thank you for the idea Ant1SocialVapor3on!

SORRY FOR SPELLING ERRORS

[sugarverse]

Synop: part two to this New Years Eve fic,

Word count 3k

Mentions of its just suggestive, crack, and fluff.

sug says: ts is so silly LMFAO, if you’re trapped at a NYE party you don’t to be at, heres a good read!!

Around 11:15, you escape with Armin upstairs to sober him up a little. At least so he wouldn't have too bad of a hangover in the morning. You walk toward the bathroom, unaware of him following you like a puppy. As soon as you turn to check on him, you see him standing with a happy smile. You gasp, giggling as you pull out the Extra Strength Tylenol from behind the mirror. You grabbed some medicine for the both of you, feeling yourself sway also wanting to escape the horrible hangover that was tomorrow. 

“Heyyyy y/nn?” Armin asks, rubbing your shoulders as he stood behind you. He slid his hands down to your waist, holding his hands together near your stomach to keep you close as you continued what you were doing.

“Yes handsomeee?” You smile, kissing his blushed cheeks. “You okay?” You ask, turning to face him with medicine in hand. He nods, kissing your cheek and down your neck once more.

You whine, lightly hitting his shoulder to see him pull away with a smile. “Will you please make me fooood..” He whined out, causing your own smile to falter a bit.

“Are you trying to coax me into making you food by making me horny? Because I don't think that's how that works..” You stick your tongue out to him, walking into the kitchen. He held onto your back belt loop as if not to lose you.

“Nooo, I just wanna love on youuuu..” He frowned, hugging you incredibly close once more. He pressed your back against his chest, “But you won't let meeee..” You squeak, looking up at him and turning to kiss his adam's apple. 

“An hour, sweetheart, I already told you there's people downstairs– Behave, Arlert.” You feel his hands trail down to the button of your jeans, undoing them before hearing your words and groaning to himself. 

“But you're sooooo pretty…” He pouted, buttoning them back for you. You couldn’t turn around since he was holding you so tight, so you set the cup and his medication on the counter. 

“Take these and I'll make you some food ya..” He nodded, taking a second before releasing you and doing as you asked. He leaned against the counter, watching you warm him up some food you knew he'd enjoy. You slid the medicine into your mouth, drinking from the water you had previously labeled yours.

“Thank y..you..” He swayed, smiling at you as he listened to the stop of the microwave.  He went to grab a plastic fork, going back to standing near the sink once more to be out of your way. You nodded, bringing the food over to him along with some chips. You take a piece of broccoli off, tossing it into your mouth before speaking.

“Want you to eat as much as you can off your plate baby, I don't want you hurting in the morning..” You saw him grin at the food, eating messily before you could even begin speaking. You let out a small laugh, sliding him some paper towels.

“Slow down minnie- you'll choke..” You watch him nod, licking whatever he accidentally got on his fingers and eating a little slower. He faced towards you instead of toward the kitchen island, still smiling like a fool. You snickered, also going to snack on different things. You weren't super hungry, but you didn't want to get too trashed because of an empty stomach. 

“I like when you're all mom like.. Can't wait to have a family with you.. Could be our resolution.” He teased, only half kidding as he spoke through bites. He watched you freeze for a moment before looking up to meet eyes with yours. “Un..Unless you don't want one? We can get a cat or something instead?” He tried to save himself, a nervous laugh escaping him as he began shoving his face more to forget the embarrassment creeping up.

“I do! No– I wasn't trying to be weird. I do want one! Just surprised me.. Don’t think I’m upset.” You walk over, finishing your snack to rub his arm. “I just didn’t.. We haven’t talked about it yet.. Is all.” You look at him with a reassuring smile, watching him lean into your touch and standing still so he could chew everything in his mouth before speaking. 

“We can talk about it.. tomorrow? If you want?” He offered, his plate being almost gone that quick. You nod, wiping his mouth with one of the paper towels you had given him. 

He kissed your hand once you were done cleaning him off. “I need to go to the bathroom, Be right back..” He mumbled against your skin, stumbling to the bathroom. You followed behind slowly to make sure he’d make it without bruising himself. 

You begin cleaning up the kitchen once more, shuffling on your socks to the linen closet to grab a few extra blankets for whoever ended up crashing here. You set them on the couch, grabbing a few of the throw pillows from the closet and couch as well.

You hummed to yourself, whatever song the subwoofer had been playing now you could hear almost perfectly through the door considering it was so quiet upstairs. You hear the bathroom door open, watching Armin walk out with a semi-wet face. “Love?” You question, watching him lift his shirt to wipe it off completely. 

“I just needed to wake up a little,” He gave you a nervous smile, “Can we sit up here for a minute?” He walked closer to you, leaning to give your forehead a kiss.

You nod, smiling and going to sit in your comfy corner of the couch. He sat next to you, watching you turn to throw your legs over his lap to pull him closer. “You alright, honey?” 

He nodded, rubbing your legs as soon as they came in contact with his body. “Yeah ‘m a little..” He let out a small giggle, almost pinching his fingers together as he spoke. “Um.. dizzy? Still feelin.. kinda.. not here?” He admitted, watching you giggle in return.

“Yeah?” You ask, watching him nod but continue. “We forgot uh.. To say our actual resolutions. And I wanted.. Wanted to say how much I love you. And I..” He was both struggling to find words due to nervousness and his still semi-blurred brain.

“I love you. I don't think I've loved.. anything more. Ever.” He looks away from you and to the ground as if to focus, “And I want to start the year off.. Well I want..” He sighed, groaning at his self errors and leaning into your touch for a moment. You smile, playing with his hair as you patiently wait for him.

“I have something. For- For you.” He slowly rests your legs back onto the ground, going over to the picture frames on the mantel and grabbing a small box from behind it. He almost tripped over the coffee table as he stumbled back over to you with another nervous half laugh. 

You lean forward, going to catch him if he really did end up falling. “For me? I thought we weren't doing gifts this year ‘min! I didn't get you anything– Why didn't you tell me?” You fake huff, watching him sit down and open the box towards you with a smile. A gorgeous ring sat inside, your birthstone with a silver band to compliment it. You stop, staring for a moment before looking back up to meet his gaze.

“I know it's not um.. much. I didn't want to get something you didn't like? But it's a promise ring. And I know I should have given it to you a while back.. I just thought it'd be nice to start our year off on a good foot? I just.. I wanted to promise..” He slides off the couch and onto one knee, nerves rattling him even more now that you weren't saying anything at all.

“To promise I'll take care of you until we get married and say our vows to each other, if that's what you want. Or before we have kids, Or before we spend the rest of our lives together, Whatever we end up doing. I just know I've never felt like this with anyone before. And I don't want to lose you.” You could hear the self doubt in his voice, causing you to tear up more than you already were.

Before he could start down that path, you took the box from him gently and set it on the cushion beside you before holding his face in your hands. “I love it, handsome..” Your voice broke, causing him to lean into your touch with an even bigger smile. 

You place a soft kiss on his lips, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist and climb back onto the couch. You moved your hands to play in his hair, rubbing down his shoulders and back. “I love you too, and it's perfect. You didn't have..” You sniffle, trying to keep composure before just sitting and hugging him in silence. It felt like it was just the two of you there.

“I wanted you to know how serious I was..” He hugged your waist a little tighter before he let go to sit beside you. You nod, moving to stop the tears with your fingers so they didn't ruin any makeup you had on. He smiles, taking your right hand and kissing each individual knuckle before sliding it onto your ring finger. He read somewhere it was unlucky to put it on your left so he made sure to steer clear.

You stare down at it in awe, giggling in sheer joy as he sat the box on the coffee table. You wait until he's sat back onto the couch before tackling him into the cushions, kissing his face all over. Yo could hear him laugh, resting his hands on your hips.

“It's perfect,” You commented through kisses, moving to kiss his lips passionately. He smiled, kissing back and letting out a soft moan when you climbed on top of him. “And I love you so so so so much, Armin..” You kiss down his neck, hugging his body close to yours.

He smiled at the warm and fuzzy feeling, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “I love you most..” He whined out through moans as he hugged you closer. He listened to your pretty giggles as he tried to hold back his own noises, feeling you kiss up to his lips once more. He bucked his hips upward, grinding you down against him as your kisses became sloppy.

You could hear someone stumbling up the stairs, causing you to tap his shoulder a few times before he let you go. He whined out in frustration and want, watching you climb from atop of him and pick the covers back up as if doing something else. He sat up, turning bright red as he threw a pillow over his lap.

Eren swings open the door, holding the remote and batteries in hand. Mikasa was a few steps behind him, making sure he didn't fall backwards and break something of his. “It's timeeee, how do we switch your stupid TV to real TV?”

Armin hid his face in his hand from embarrassment as well as to hide his laugh. You snickered, motioning downstairs. “Well the batteries need to be in the remote first– Want me to do it?” You offered, seeing him nod as he turned back around with both the remote and batteries still in his hands. You watch him head back downstairs with his girlfriend, eyeing Armin and blowing him a small kiss as you mouthed a ‘sorry’.

You walked down the stairs, seeing the TV had been on some YouTube compilation. The volume wasnt bass bumping, but it was still pretty loud. You set the blankets on the couch, taking the remote and batteries from Eren gently. Everyone looked pretty awake, but still very very drunk. You watch Mikasa take one of the blankets with a small thank you, moving Eren to go sit on the couch instead of watching you fiddle with the remote like a weirdo.

You rub your face, trying to wake yourself up as if this had all been some really weird dream. You changed the TV back to the correct HDMI, turning the volume down as the screams of people in New York came through the screen. You set the remote on the coffee table, hearing the stairs creak moments later. Armin had brought the pillows so you wouldn't have to run back and forth, giving you a smile before lowering the pillows to show you the bottle of fake champagne on top.

You let out a small giggle, taking it from the top and setting a few pillows on and next to the blankets. Armin kissed your cheek, going back upstairs. “I forgot cups,” He mentioned quickly, wanting to not miss the changing of the year.

You smile, walking over to sit in the middle of your couch and setting the bottle onto your coffee table. Historia was peeking over the sofa at her girlfriend, motioning for the group of people playing cards to stop their game and come watch the TV with everyone else. That prompted Sasha and Connie to also come over, sitting in the recliners closer to the bar so they could see it without being turned around.

Armin half ran down the steps, handing everyone who didn't have a cup one before sitting beside you. You smile, holding his hand and staring down at your new ring. You could feel the tears try to start back up, leaning your head on his shoulder and staring up at the screen instead. You watched the numbers count down from thirty, unwrapping the bottle so you could drink it when the time was ready.

As everyone gathered to be closer to their significant other, you gave your boyfriend's hand a few squeezes. He looked down at you, smiling with a small look of question on his face to make sure you were okay. “I love you, Armin..”

“I love you too.” He smiled wide, feeling himself coming back to as the clock reached 10 seconds till. Everyone shouted as the number climbed down to zero, happily shouting at the very end..

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” 

You could hear the cheering stop a bit after, considering everyone was probably ringing in the New Year's with a kiss from their partner. You smile against Armin’s lips, cupping his face and leaving an even bigger kiss on his cheek. You opened the bottle, pouring for everyone who was done drinking and off limits to drinking at the moment aka Eren and Connie.

As the night went on, it seemed the only two people who were actually tired were you and Armin. You had been up all day rushing around to clean, but you sure as hell weren't sleeping downstairs. “If you guys need something, let me know..” You whisper over to Mikasa and Marco who both nod in understandment. You watched the TV be switched back onto YouTube but now to play.. Karaoke?

Yeah, no fuckin’ way.

You tell everyone goodnight, holding your boyfriend's hand right behind you so he wasn't trapped down there either. “Make sure to wrap it up,” Connie and Jean teased, the three hyenas laughing together near the recliners as you scurried faster up the stairs. 

You triple check that the garage and front door are locked, dragging Armin around with you although he didn't protest. “Is everything–” You go to walk back in the kitchen, feeling him pull you closer to himself and the banister to the steps up to your bedroom. 

“You unplugged everything, The light just needs turned off..” He kissed your temple, watching you grin even wider before quickly turning it off and walking upstairs with him.

Everyone ended up spending the night, the few people who didn't drink much liquor weren't taking the chances of waking the entire house up because they wanted to leave with their loud ass partner. Which wasn't too annoying, that meant you had a few babysitters down here to take care of your nice furniture. You went to check on everyone at some point when needing to use the bathroom, leaving water bottles and Tylenol on the bar.

Mostly everyone had been asleep by this point, Eren was sleeping in Mikasa's lap, while she spoke to Annie who was sitting next to Marco. Jean on the floor in front of Sasha and Connie, who were both also sleeping in the recliners. Ymir was still awake, watching whatever movie that was on the TV as she held her girlfriend close. You mumble a goodnight to everyone who was awake, turning off a few lights. You turn to see Reiner standing close to you, swaying and obviously not aware of how quiet he was.

You flinch, seeing him reach out to apologize. “Can we uh..” He motioned to Berthodlt who was definitely sober. “Is it okay if we sleep upstairs so they can sleep down here?” Bert asked, rubbing Annie on the back to signal that it was time to start trying to go to sleep. Reiner grabbed a blanket, stumbling over to throw it on Jean since he was knocked the fuck out. Annie grabbed a pillow, smiling at you as she swayed. That was new, didn't know she could do that.

You nod before your mouth could move, “I think I have more blankets up there, C'mon..” You yawn, walking up the stairs quietly as the three followed. You grab a few more throw blankets for them, watching Reiner fall asleep as soon as his body hit the couch cushions. You let out a small laugh, going back upstairs and wishing them a goodnight. You stared at your ring on the way back to your room, smiling happily and going back to bed. 

This was going to be a great year.

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[setsuuestsu]

Just a Little Rain (💧)

Word Count: 1488

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Hyung line

Summary: JK gets caught in the rain and the members are fussing over him as if he’s already sick and he insists he’s not sick and once he finally convinces them he’s not sick he actually gets sick

“We’re going on an adventure.” Jungkook sings to himself as he holds Bam’s leash and walks along the river.

“If only Jin hyung would actually let us go.” He finishes, totally not salty about that in any way. Bam glances at him, obviously intrigued by his performance because why else would Bam be staring at him like that.

He sighs, staring at all the food carts around where he is. He would kill for a snack.

But nooo, walking Bam shouldn’t take him three hours apparently, especially with an upcoming schedule he has to prepare for.

A droplet of water falls onto him. He scrunches his nose and wipes it off.

“Is ít supposed to rain?” he asks Bam, as if the dog would know.

Bam only gives him a look, which Jungkook reads as “you stupid idiot”.

He huffs. “Lets get back before hyungs send the police again.”

But as his luck would have it, the closer to the dorm he walks, the harder the rain falls. It was almost as if there was a cloud only covering the dorm.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook groans, trying (and failing) to cover his hair with his hands. “We’re soaked!”

He realizes he was pulling a little hard on Bam’s leash since it was a different one, as Namjoon was currently borrowing Bam’s usual chains. “Sorry, Bammie.”

“Jin! Open up! Hyung!” he shouts as thunder claps overhead. “It’s wet! Because of the rain obviously!”

He sees an eye through the peephole. Judging from the wait time until the door was opened, it was Taehyung.

Jungkook snorts. “You aren’t Jin. And you’re barely a hyung.” He scrunches his nose. “And you stink!”

The door is shut.

“Tae hyung, please open the door.”

Eventually, after a good twenty seconds, the door is opened, this time by Hoseok, his much better-smelling hyung.

The elder passes him a warm towel from a stack in his arms, presumably just taken out of the dryer. “Kookie, you’re soaked!”

Bam shakes himself off in the doorway and Jungkook can see how much willpower it’s taking for Hoseok to not scream. He presses his nose into the towel, inhaling the scent of the detergent.

Hoseok spreads the second towel in his hands onto the floor. “Shoes off. And jacket. I’ll take that and hang it up.”

Jungkook takes Hoseok’s final towel and starts to dry Bam off. He lets the dog off the leash and leans down. “Go get Tae, okay?”

๑

After he’s fed and watered, Jungkook is forced to shower and then lay on the couch with two blankets wrapped around him.

He raises an eyebrow. “You guys know I’m not sick, right? I was just a little muddy and a little wet.”

Jin shakes his head, setting a bottle of water and a thermometer onto the coffee table. “See Yoongi-ah? He’s delirious already.”

Yoongi fluffs his pillow with a softness that’s only reserved for Hoseok and Jungkook (only on the occasions where he’s sick or his allergies are acting up)

“Hyung, I’m fine.” Jungkook whines. “In fact, I could go for a beer.”

Jin shakes his head, then glares. “Absolutely not. Especially not after what the neighbors said last time. Singing karaoke until three AM my ass!”

He sighs, trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Yoongi. The rapper glares at him and he gulps. He knows when to give up the fight.

“Do you want some tea, Jungkookie?” Hoseok softly asks, fluffy hair popping up from behind the couch. “It’s peppermint.”

He would literally rather do anything else but if Hoseok was going through the effort … well, the least he could do was say no nicely.

“No thanks, hyung. I’m fine.” He gives his best smile, which only grows wider as he hears the noises of Bam and Taehyung chasing each other, not entirely sure of who was chasing who.

Hoseok nods and disappears.

Jungkook blinks twice and then pushes himself up to peer over the couch. Where did Hoseok go??

He’s surprised by a thermometer being shoved under his tongue. He gags, but calms down quickly. He’s tempted to spit it out, but it would be a close call with Jin and Yoongi standing right there. The “keep it in or else” goes unsaid.

The thermometer beeps and Jungkook finally pulls it out and reads it, then hands it to Jin. “See? I’m fine! Now unwrap me, because I really need to piss.”

Jin sighs, muttering something under his breath about kids these days and how much of a headache Jungkook is.

๑

It’s about 7AM the next morning when Jungkook realizes that maybe he is getting sick.

As soon as he wakes up, he notices just how stuffy he is. He can barely breathe through his nose and just the thought of being able to sounds very unachievable.

Jimin-ah, I need tissues. He texts, then sets his phone down to sneeze tiredly into his hands.

He’s so congested.

His phone buzzes and he snatches it up to see if it’s Jimin, but it’s just a Netflix recommendation for an anime he has heard of but not watched. Maybe he could do that today.

“Hoseok hyung?” he calls, sniffling rapidly. His nose is running.

The hyung in question pops his head into the room. “Morning Kookie!”

“Ca’d you grab mbe sobe tissues?” he sniffles again, covering his annoyingly itchy and runny nose with his hand.

Hoseok’s eyes widen. “Oh, love, are you sick?”

Jungkook sighs and nods. “I think so …”

Hoseok cooes. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll get those lotion-infused ones so they’re softer in your nose.”

He nods in response and shuffles around on his pillows for another minute as he waits for Hoseok. His nose tickles again and he hitches softly as he sneezes again. It’s itchy and he sniffles, but that just makes the feeling worse.

His hyung returns with a tray packed with tissues, cold tablets, a water bottle, tea, and throat lozenges.

“Here.” Hoseok presses the cold tablet into his hand. He opens the water bottle. “Take that first.”

Jungkook complies and takes the medicine, unfortunately too used to the routine of being sick. His nose tickles again and he rubs at it, wishing the tickle away.

Hoseok hands him a tissue and Jungkook blows, relieved at the sensation.

He feels his eyes dropping shut and he welcomes sleep.

The next time he wakes up, Namjoon is sitting in a chair next to his bed. “Hey Jungkook-ah. How are you feeling?”

He winces at the dryness of his throat. He points to the water and the leader immediately hands him the empty bottle of water that Hoseok had brought earlier.

The two stare at each other for a moment before Namjoon seems to realize.

“I-I’ll be back in a moment.”

He rams into the doorframe on the way out and Jungkook thinks that maybe Namjoon might need a long vacation.

A few moments later, Namjoon returns with an entire case of small waters. Is the leader trying to drown him?

Namjoon passes him one and Jungkook mutters a small thanks before he guzzles his water.

Once he’s finished, he reaches for another tissue and blows. He plows through another few tissues before he believes he’s good for now and then lays back down.

He shuts his eyes again for what only seems like a few minutes but the next time he opens them, Jin is standing over him brandishing a large fish.

Jungkook blinks. Am I dreaming?

“Hyung? Why do you have a fish?” he dares to ask. “What are you—?”

Jin looks down, seemingly just realizing that he’s still holding the fish. He sets it on the other side of Jungkook’s bed, which, gross. At least it’s packaged. “I was grocery shopping. And Yoongi made you porridge if you’re ready for it.”

His stomach growls and he realizes the last time he ate was last night. He’s so hungry.

“I’ll be back.” the eldest scurries out, forgetting about the fish on Jungkook’s bed. The maknae sits there in silence, staring at the fish. The fish seems to stare back.

Jin returns with a bowl of porridge and hands the bowl to the maknae, along with a spoon. “It’s very hot.”

Naturally, Jungkook inhales all of it without missing a beat.

“I’ll leave. You need rest.” Jin states, shutting the door.

Jungkook lays back against his pillows. He’s been sleeping all day, and he isn’t tired enough to sleep again.

He sniffles and lets out a small sneeze. Maybe he could count sheep?

“Hey.” Namjoon knocks on his door. “If you want, I can read to you.”

Jungkook nods, mentally blushing at how cute the leader is.

Namjoon smiles, dimples on full display. “Great! So I’ve recently been reading a book on tuna and how our obsession with—“

The maknae is asleep before Namjoon is even finished with his description.

[idle-compy]

okie dokie!! here's my live reaction if anyone's interested

ep 1:

ooh a recap jwcc didn't have these

theyre little setup looks cozy comfy ngl

the roar competition 😭

DAMN KENJI ANGST STARTINF EARLY

BROUGHT UP CAMP CRETACEOUS

"has me feeling like my old man... like an 'ex-Kon'" KENJI

"isn't a little soon to be making jokes about ur deceased father" "nah"

kenji and this dang lettuce

risking it all for some potato chips omg

gotta give it to kenji he IS sneaky

THE YASAMMY PHOTO ❤️

these guys just been chatting for over a week but some screams during a little storm got the attention of the crew?? they're shit at they're jobs ok

omg that scene where ben and Darius are serving face for no reason

ik we've been seeing pics of it BUT THE WET HAIR ANIMATION MWAH MWAH

not rhem becoming ship hands

THE EGGGSSS

and the start of kenjis death wish GAAHHH

so much blood omg

THE GALLILIMUS SCENE NOOOO

mama... a majungasaurus behind you

darius saving that captains ass... and be tries to throw them overboard..

now darius with the death wish Jesus christ

oh this scene is animated super cool

not that mf just sliding in the crate

rip eggs pt 2

RIP KENJI PT 2 GODDAMNIT

Australian man coming in with the sense

kenji open up PLEASE

AND THERE SHE ISSSS

ep 2:

bens so desperate to charge that thing

oh so that's why he's keeping the secret that makes sense

poor ben tho imagine seeing that

yaz wondering if ANY of her friends are ok atp

ZAYNAAA

I thought the jacket removal would be later in the season hmm

ben is such a terrible secret keeper omg

not them ab to move these ppls pets

"baby bumpy ur in charge"

KENJI KISSIMF THE EGG

wait those stegos protect the farm I feel this setting up smth

i love this little gallilimus sm

geba was it??

SHE LEDT THE CASE EXPOSED AND OPEN??

kenji messing with darius they're such brothers

this woman's known yasammy for just a couple minutes and alr protecting them

BEN CLINVING THE TREE LIKE HED DO ON NUBLAR

and still no signal

yknow at least yaz is honest

camp fam doing what camp fam does best

"get out of here you off brand alligator!"

KENNI WITH THE DEATH WISHH

rising the stegosaures YES QUEENS

"but they're not our enemy any more than any animal is" preach

goddd bens so conflicted

you can see the pain in his face omggg you can tell he doesn't want to lie

ep 3:

BROOKLYNNNNNNN

RONNIE DID SAVE HERRR

THE HANDLER IN HER MEMORY

"as luck would have it ur my second amputation this week" ronnie omg

oh she's cryinggg 💔

FLASHBACKKKKKM

THE PARASAUROLOPHES oh she's visiting kenji

damn just driving thru em ok girl

VIDEO CALL MY BELOVED CHIDREN

NOOO DANIEL

at least we van see what they talked ab

yeah brooklynn call his ass out

ooohhh she's playing him isn't she

the lead up to the break up omg

SHE WAS TEXFINF HIS FATHER WHEN THEY BROKE UP

THE CASHHH

MEMORIES WITH DARIUS NLW

"something I need you to see" hmmmmmm

oh darius has fallen hard at this point

"if he loved you half as much as I do" DARIUS OH NO

oh he doesn't know how to save this GAAHH

"unless" DARIUS PLEASEEEEEEEEE SHES FRESH FROM A BREAK UP

yknow what idk if I'd be able to face her ahain after that either Jesus christ that was painful to watxh

OH THE WOODS SCENEEE

THE PERSON SHE WAS TALKING TO WAS HACKEDDDDDDD THIS WAS A SET UP

I mean I think we knew ir was a set up BUT NOT LILE THAT

THE RAPTORSSSSSSSSS

THE HANDLERRRR

the allosaurus saved her then got blamed for her death ??? 😭

I feel like ronnie being the other person she was talking to was so obvious but I'm glad it was confirmed

ahhhh the fake death confirmation

"I might have smth to take the edge off" ronnie pulled out alcohol I know it

TIME SKIPPP

"5 second rule"

honestly love that they're showing the process of her adapting to her new limb difference

ok she just changed her hair FAST bc wdym her funeral

nvm they must've held the funeral off bc her arm is healed

"maybe can we go see my friends and family?" What happened to that

"hey fam what's up?! notice anything different? it's the hair!" she's so unserious

EWWW ITS ONE OF THR EVIL DPW MEN

Can't remember if it's Jared or Jensen

"if they start causing problems I'll take care of em" talkimf ab her friends

so they weren't originally being hunted?? was that one theory ab ben snooping causing them to be right???

and in that moment brooklynn decided to remain dead didn't she

ooohhh she left ronnie

ep 4:

ooh a dln mission

OH FACE REVEAL

earnests little jiggy jig

MALTA

"it always lands in-" WHEREEEEE RONNIE WHERE

OOHHB BEN WATCHUNG WHAT THE DLN IS DOING

must've cauhjt up to the current timeline

also they must change clothes constantly throughout the season bc he's already in the grey tee

him debating messaging brooklynn omg

OH SHOOT HE SENT IT

Also brooklynns username??? Ester stone callback

ben debating leaving his friends to find brooklynn???

IS DARIUS CREATINF ANOTHER FIELD GUIDE

oooohhh sammy in the family feels I NEED TO KNOW WHAG BAPPENEEDDD

THE TRACKER

SOMETHJNF HAPPENINF TO THE DLN

"take em out to the field and wait for my signal" earnest are u ab to kill ppl

YAZ RUNNING FOR FUNSIES

Theyre definitely feeling like they were back on nublar

WHO JUST KIDNAPPED GEBA

KENJI WHAT IS THIS SONG

I missed u silly kenji tho

OH SLMEONE KNOCKED HIM OUT AND STOLE THE EGGS NO

brooklynn stays messing with ppl

YEAAHH HER SAVINF RHE CLEANINF CREW WE LOVE MORALS

she was talking to literally random ppl in the hang on scene??? after all my analyzing??

random man handled that well

HE CALLED HER SYD

UGLY CRYINF TO MSKE HIM UNCOMFORTABLE

"what did you want me to do?! fight rhem all off???? I only have one arm!!"

it is just bad thing after bad thjnf goodness

zayna joining them omggg they're 6 ahain

ooh brooklynn tricking his ass yes queen

oooh dubai

ep 5:

"well she needs to learn that sometimes life is a cruel mistress" "she's 14"

ben bringing up he and kenjis gyropshere accident omg

BROOKLYNMS ONLINE

not ben wrecking rhe boat

BENS USERNAME

bumpy_2015 CAN HE BE MORE OBVIOUS

Anyway BROOK GETTINF HIS MESSAGE???

"damning files" 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 /jjjj

ITS DADDYS GADDY

OOOHHH SHES PRETYY

is it the broker tho

I did not watxh dominion but she looks kinda like soyona santos

OOOHH BROOKLYNN FOHND A WAY IN

kenji and ben already beefing good lord

he is SUCH a terrible liar

WHYD KENJI END THE BRACHI SOUNDS LIKE THE KLIMPALOON

OOOH SOMETHJNF UNDER WATER

And now the brachis are spooked

IT IS SOYONA

RAPTOR

wow kenji risking hjs life again JESUS CHRIST MAN

all of their genuine looks of concern

that's a sick painting tho

"so much more precise than a whistle" soyona and handler beef

SOYONA KNOWS WHO SHE IS

OH SHE GOT OUT OF THERE

ig why they shared all those clips now bc tbjs is NOT playing out like I thought it would

to be so anti phone ben sure is attached to that phone

Sammy assuming bens gotta take a shit bc he ran off 😭

BROOKLYNN VIDEO CHATTINF HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMAMMAMAMMMMMMMMMMMM

BROOKLUNN TELLINF HIM TO KEEP HER A SECRET LIKE HE ISNT CONFLICTED ENOUFHHHH

SHE DELWTWD HER ACXOUNT GAAAHAHHHHH

ep 6:

IS BEN HAVJNF A PANIC ATTACK

THEYRE STARTING RHE EP LIKE THIS???

oh ok it was a mini panic

now yaz has TWO boys to be worried about

"I think I need to tell you somethjng...?" He doesn't know what to do :((((

THE UDNERWATER CREATIRE

DO THEY NOT KNOW HOW DANGEROUS HIPPOS ARE

mangoes are the cure to all

KENJI REACHING HIS ARN INTO THE HIPPOS MOITH???

Not it eating the phone

OHHHB BROOKS CUTTINF EVERYONE OFF SHE BLOCKED RONNIE

they've talked ab pooping twice now omg

yaz throwing kenjis problems onto darius omfg

sammy has grown so attached to zayna

SAMMYS A VEGETARIAN

IS THAT A CORPSEEEEEEE

oh ben is in an absolute panic omg

OOOH YAZ KNOWS HES KEEPIMG SECRETS

"all my proof is gone! dissolving in the stomach of a weirdly aggressive beast!"

why is everyone just throwing stuff on yaz rn 😭

PTEROSAUR

OH SKMETHJNF FUCKINF ATE THE PTEROASUAR IMMEDIATELY

SUCHOMIMUS

OH HO HOBHOOOO BROOKLYNN HAS THE DINO LASER

KENJI WITH THE DEATH WISH

YAZ GETTING CHASED BY A HIPPO??? IS THAT JOW SHE ENDED UP ALOME

OH DARIUS AND KENJI DONT KNOW YAZ DIDNT GET ON THE OTHER BOAT

KENJI GOT INJUREDDD

OH YAZ GOT KNOCKED OUT

BROOKLYNN AND HER MANUPULATING

OH IS BROOKLYNN GONNA END UP IN AFRICA

KENJIS SHOULDER IS JUST CADUALLY DISLOCATED??

HE JUST POPPED IT BAXN INTO PLACE LIKE IT WAS NOTHINF?????

NOOO HE WAS AB TO OPEN UP

THEY LEFT YAZZZZZ

she passed out in such a slay position tho omg

ep 7:

ooohh this has gotta be the yaz ep all the reviews were talkimf ab

THEY AINR TURN AROUMD FOR HER YET???

oh well the suchonmimus won thag battle

YAZ GIRL RUN WHIKE HES SLEEPINT

maybe it's just me but the flashlight is not thag important

THE ANIMATIONNNNNN WE CAN SEE HER TREMBLING

"well look who it is, the kenjinator" "my main man benny" why are they so awkward

"heyyyyy how are u doing... champ?" "champ? what is this what are u doing" the dialogue is so funny

thus soeech??? darius u used to be so good at this

"ahhh!! my socks are soaked"

YAZ DID ALL THAT FOW THE FLASHLUGHT AND ITS DEAD?????

oh there it goes

AND THERES DIMORPJOFONS???

AND THE FLASHLIGHT FELL RIGHT TOWARDS TBE SUCHOMIMUS SOMEONR FIVE THIS GIRL A BREAK

KENJIS OPENIMG UP BUT AT WHAG COST

HE BLAMIMG HIMSELF FOR YAZZZ

"I don't know how much more I can take" KENJKIIIIIIII :((((

KENJI BEN HEART TO HEART I've waited years for this

"WHO YA TRYNA HIT SAM???" "LEAVE A REVIEW LATER"

LIONS

YAZ HE SEES U

OH FUCK HES GOT HER

YAZ GOOOO

ok the sucho left her alone

NOW SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH LIPNS????

WAIT WHAT JUST KILLED THE LION

MANUNGUSAURUS

"MOVE YOUR BUTTS"

SHIT ANOTHER STANDIFF

SUCHO JUST CADUALLY GOT KILLED ON SCREEN LIKE THAT??

this scene is so menacing

kenji in between the gfs 😭

YASAMMY HUG

BROOKLYNM TEYINF TO CALL BEN AND THE PJONES GONE

ep 8:

kenji being protective over yaz 😭

OH IS THIS THE EP KENJI FINDS OUT

"you are not leaving me behjnd!" zaynas so real

also love the continuation that other ppl can here secret talks

OH POOR LEASHED DINOS

kenni finally realizing what he's doing to himself 😭

KENJINA HUGGGG

bro activities is laying on the ground together

damn those chains were pathetic

why are they all going into suspiciously dark areas

IS THIS A DINO FREEZER??

OH NO ITS A GENETUCS LAB

oh zayna clocked him

OH THE SHIP CAPTAIN

OH CAPTAIN LANG JUST GKT JILLED OK

THIS SVENE IS SO WELL DONE?? SO OMINOUS

OH SOMETHINS DOWN THERE WITH THEMMMM

they'd make terrible cheerleaders

OH THAG POOR BABY HAS NO EYES

THIS PLACE IS CRUELLLL

THERES RHE PROMO IMAGE

GEBA BABY UR OK

DARIUS RUN

DARIUS IS STILL DOWN THERE JFC

OH HES HOLDIMG OMTO THE OUTSIFE

"I knew u didn't hate me!"

SHIT DARIUSSSSSSS

BENS IN AN INTERROGATION ROOM KENJI CAN SEE HIM THIS IS HOW HE FINDS OHT ISNT IT

IM SORRY HE SEES BROOKLYNN WALK IN ON BEN??!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

BROOKLYNMS HERE?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?@??@?@

ohhhh this looks way wrong to kenji doesn't it

"She's alive? You knew?"

the interrogation set up eas an insane way to do thaf I loved it

ep 9:

I've been so drawn in on this ep I just realized I haven't been reviewing

anyway

BROOKLYNM SAVED THEM IN THE PIT THING

WILL WE GET TO FIND OT WHAT HAPPENED TO DARIUS

YEAH HE MADE IT

DAMN RHE OTHERS SAW HER TOOOO?!??!?!?!?!??

THIS MAN INTENTIONALLY CREATED THE EYELESS BARYONIX???? EVILLLLL

HE FED HER LIVE HUMANNNSSS?!?!??!?!??!??!?!?!

oh rip evil scientist man

OH WE HET TO HEAR BEN AND BROOKS WHOLE ARGUKMENT

"stop looking at me like that" :(((

ep 10:

FINALLEEEEE

fuck mu headphones are dying

BEN AND KENJI ANGST

OH SHIT KENJI BROKE THE GLASS WHAT IF HE HIT BENS FACE

OOHH KENJIS HURT

"after that we'll" "do something stupid? prpbably?" "probably"

EVIL SCIENTIST MAN LIVED???

omg are the acrociraptor and the baryonix communicating

YAY SCIENTIST MAN IS DEAD

oh kenjis trust is broken

BROOKLYNN HAVJNF TO HEAR HER FRIENDS SCREAM THIS IS CDUELL

WHEN WILL THRY REUINITEEE AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

ZAYNAS DAD TO THE RESCUE

SHES GOJNA BLOW IT UP AND KENJI AND VEN ARE SFILL IN THEREEEE

oh ok they drove their asses outta there

"nuh uh u don't get to talk" oh kenjis bitter

CONFRONTATIONNNNNNNNNNNN

ooohhh what's brooklynn gonna do

SHES LEABIFN THEM AND TAKIMG THE EGGGS???

SHE GAVE THEN BHNPYS EGG AND LEDT????????

THATS IT?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!???!??!?!?!??!

[synthleeius]

drunken antics

a bitch is BACCKK🙏 i remember writing the start of this fic before i had this blog omg

lee!venti

ler!aether

Aether hummed, his feet moving to the pace of the city. Friday nights in Mondstadt were especially busy, and even though it was half past 11, various lights and lanterns kept the village lit as people made their way around the place for personal needs and what not. His floating travel companion had tapped out this time, claiming she was too tired to go out on any favours.

The honorary knight walked down the paths near Flora's flower store set up, eventually reaching the lower levels of Mondstadt near the tavern. Glancing at the barrels in front, he quickly decided that going in for a few hello’s wouldn’t be too bad. With a quiet bell chime, the Angels Share noise set into his ears. With tables full and bard playing a lyre at the back. It set a nice ambiance, as he walked up to the ba-

“Traveller! Wha- *hic* Are you doing here?”

recognising the high pitched voice. He turned to meet the eyes of Mondstadt’s famous bard. Venti quickly spinned the chair around and stumbled off. Though, immediately falling into his dear friend wasn't quite what he was trying to do. But it didn't matter, he wrapped his arms around the knight tightly as Aether tried to pull him up to prevent him from falling.

“Ehe~! Aether..*hic* where.. Where have you beenn~? I haven- *hic* seen you in Mon- Monstadt for like.. ever. ehe..” he slightly rambled, huffing as the traveller finally stabilised his stance. “Venti.. who let you get this drunk?”

“I’m not drrun- drunk! jus- *hic* just happyyy~ ehehe.. Aether i'm all spinny.. you- can you pass my me-.. wait.. me my drink? yeah..” He giggled out, whining as aether threw their hand over his shoulder and led his arm around to their’s. “Come on, let's get you home okay?”

Venti gasped loudly, though not to be looked at twice with all the commotion in the tavern. “Whaaat? no!- nonono.. I still.. need to drink the rest..! Ae- tther.. pleasee? ill tell you a secret if you do!” he insisted, leaning over to the others ear and cupping his hands around his mouth as he spoke-

“I’m.. actually Barbatos. shhh.. you can't tell aannybody okay? its a secre- a secret.” He took his hands away and looked into his eyes waiting for a reaction. Aether couldn’t help but laugh a bit, faking a surprised expression. “Wow, really?” he gasped, his voice dripping in sarcasm. He reached into his back pocket and slipped a couple mora bills under the half filled glass. But knowing Venti, that wouldn’t be nearly enough to cover his tab. Poor master Diluc...

“ye- *hic* yeah! I'm like.. alot old. what's the word.. chemistry?” he mumbled, in deep thought. Which is probably why he didn't notice when Aether slowly led him out the tavern and got his own teapot out, because archons know where Venti spends his nights.

“Cen.. centuries! Yeah.. yeah that- that's the word. it means like.. centurie- oh! that was fast.. you're a fast walker..” he slurred his words, leaning his head on Aether’s shoulder.. “I’ll take you to bed, come on.” he insisted softly, leading him up the stairs and into his bedroom. Within seconds of noticing the bed, he tilted his head up all the way and reached out to it only for his arm to slump back down lazily.

Aether complied, sitting him up on the bed and reaching over to the side table to get a bottle of water. “..you- you're not gonna make me drink that. right?”

….

“..right?”

with a loud groan Venti flopped onto his back and turned away. “Nooo- sont- dont make *hic* -make me..”

“Come on, if you don’t drink this now you're gonna feel especially sick in the morning. Trust me, it's not fun..” he shuttered slightly, remembering the feeling of a particularly bad hangover.

“I don’t care! you- you're bad! you're a bad bad man Aether- you're the worst! i'm not- *hic!* touching your weird, clear, tasteless drink!!”

Aether sighed, setting the bottle back. “..You're drinking it, whether you like it or not. And if it means I have to take some drastic measures, so be it." He said, a serious facade on his face.

The drunkard bard seemingly taking it seriously had wide eyes and a small smile as he spoke;“Huh?! dr- *hic!* drastic! what are you gon- AH! Aethther! dohont- dohohnt yohou dahahare!”

In a swift motion, Aether hand gently moved his hands to scribble across Venti’s upper ribs, giggling softly along with him.

“Oh, I do dare. You know how to make it stop Venti~” The traveller smiled softly, his hands skilfully scratching in between the little bones all the way down to his waist. Venti dug his head into the mattress, kicking his feet out behind him as he squirmed. “ahahE!- noho! Ihi dohon’t wahahant to! goHo awahay!” His hands pressed into the mattress with all the strength he could muster up while like this (Which in all honesty wasnt alot, especially for an archon..) , his wide smile on display.

“Awh, Venti.. Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty smile?” He said softly, his fingers massaging into the other’s waist over the lazily tied corset. Venti let out a loud hiccup in between his giggling, shaking his head left to right. “eheno! stohhop teheasing meheee!”

Aether chuckled with a gentle tone in his voice, blunt nails dragging down to where his hips met his thighs, digging in between. “Oh, but I would never tease you, wouldn't even dream of it, Venti.”

Okay, now he was definitely teasing..

Venti’s legs continued kicking, his hands shot up at Aether’s shoulders with a tight grip. “What, you don't like it here? Right here?” The blonde spoke, scribbling his fingers along his lower hips.

“Aehetherrrr~! ihi am- I aham a archon!”

“Yeah, a very giggly one in your case.”

“Aham nohot!” He argued back even through the said giggles, denying any sort of claims. “A drunk one?” Aether counter-offered, his hands travelling down to squish at the sides of his thighs.

“Nohot druhunk! juhust hahappy! I alreheady said that, I thi- wahait wait!” He repeated his phrase from earlier before jolting, his knees trying to curl up to his chest. “What, hm? You're gonna drink some water now?” He asked, fingertips momentarily stilling but continuing to rest on the spot.

“Waihit- juhust wahait..” He insisted, letting out soft breathy giggles as he caught his breath. “Thahats- thats not fair.”

“Ihits not fair?” The traveller repeated, a slight laugh of his own leaving his lips. “And why is that?”

“Because- behecause I have my things on! And thats- its soho bad, so you can’t.” He explained drunkenly, a hand pulling at his own tights to give further example.

“Oh I can’t?” He pressed his finger pads into the small diamonds on the patterned tights, enlightening a giggly gasp from the other. “Are you sure I can’t?”

“..No.” Venti mumbled, a soft squeal escaping his throat when he felt the hands suddenly attach themselves onto his knees and squeeze.

“You're so stubborn, just give upp~ I need to get you to bed, yknow.” Aether shrugged, talking like he was completely oblivious to what he was doing.

Venti didn’t reply, maybe a few babbles about how ‘he wasn’t a baby’, which the blonde simply countered with the reminder that he had his head thrown back because he was just that childishly ticklish. He honestly had never seen him shut up so quickly.. he's definitely gonna use this for blackmail.

“Okahay okay!” He exclaimed dramatically inbetween his squeals, “Stohop, ihim gohonna die!”

“Dramatic, but okay.” He chuckled, rubbing the left over tingles away. “You're done with your little tantrum? You’ll drink it?”

“..I want apple juice.”

“I’ll take it.”