#also happy birthday BUNBUN

[heliosphere-underthesky]

(31.03.2024) Happy Birthday, Makemake!

“Huh? My 'birthday'? I almost forgot what that was. But you know what I haven't forgotten? That someday you could visit me the way you visited Ceres and Pluto! I need to look my best that day. I'll be waiting!"

Makemake was first discovered on 31 March 2005. His nickname is "Easterbunny", as he was then discovered a few days after Easter. However this year, we celebrate his birthday right on Easter Sunday itself!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

whoever is working at HYBE and doing this to all of us, I'm onto you

also, happy birthday bunbun

you know what

bring it on, seven days a week, either your back or my back gives out or we both pass out from exhaustion for several days

I mean

what

*cough*

anyway

stay happy and healthy Jungkook! eat well! get some rest in between your busy schedules, yo! don't let anyone give you shit. also lmk if you need someone to eternally damn a saesang's soul, I have some techniques I want to try, I mean, have some connections, I mean, magic! wow! this is magic! post more back photos thanks

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bonus

with PURPOSE

[achy-boo]

Nightshade Belladonna Libya

Name: Nightshade Belladonna Libya

Romaji: Libya Belladonna Nightshade

Quote: "It does not matter what anyone says: I am the main puppeteer..the true controller of the show.."

V/A: Coquelic from Path to Nowhere(English) and Hamel from Path to Nowhere(Japanese)

Gender: female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 20

Birthday: February 14th

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Eye color: Blue(more like a mixture of dark blue and light blue)

Hair Color: dark blue with teal end

Height: 5'5

Weight: 100 lbs

Race: undead vessel(Puppeteer abilities)

Homeland: Shenzhen, China(Move in Tsukii's mansion in Yokohama, Japan with Dawn and Jeanne)

Family: A mother, father, Valeria Libya(older brother), and Dawn Melody Libya(Identical twin sister)

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: 2nd year(house warden)

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No.8

Occupation: Dj, babysitter and bartender

Club: Light music club(Her dorm has a gaming club and a tea cup[for gossip of NRC])

Best Subject: Flying

Favorite Color: shades of blue along dark and pastel colors

Favorite Food: It depends on her mood but sweets, homemade food from Tsukii's, Jeanne's or her and Dawn's hometown makes her happy

Least Favorite Food: Lilia's cooking, bitter food and drinks, liver, olives(she only eats it if its was one of the said girls' cooking)

Likes: Night like reading, she also likes spilling the tea at the Tea Club, she sometimes likes school, the night sky, walks in woods or rain, her cursed bunny, plushie(her name is Kianisha btw) and music.

Dislikes: Heat, being interrupted, Crowley, loud noises, people interrupted her reading time, She don’t like Rook at all. She also can’t stand Azul nor Leona

Hobbies: making handmade gifts, doll making, making stuffed animals and singing along with dancing

Talents: She is empathetic and if she is distracted enough, you will see her eye colors began to swirl around(it’s rare for that to happen)

Nicknames: Nini (Tsukii and Jeanne) Little BunBun(Jamil, Ace and Vil), My night sky(Dawn)

Other Nicknames: La Princesse des Marionnettistes or La princesse des poupées(Rook), Silent pup(Crewel tho he rarely used that nickname to Night)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Night has dark blue hair that reaches her mid back)her eyes are a mixture of dark blue and light blue which she always shows without shame. Night appears to be petite which she is but she had a lot of strength when it came to fighting. She always carried her cursed bunny plushie around her at all times. Her plushie, and that silent yet soft look on her face are her signature items.

Personality: Night is…special to say the least. Even if you knew her, she is always timid. A girl with a few words,an outcast of the NRC. But when she in her dorm as a house warden, she is the most stern and yet laid back house warden. (Which often leads people to think that Night is a combination of both Riddle Rosehearts and Leona Kingscholar). She had no bullshit tolerance and she will make sure her voice is heard. She always value safety, privacy and wellbeing so she is very determined to keep it the way it is. After time has passed; Night is still timid but she actually expressed her emotions more, actually start to say what’s on her mind. Anger her and she will become your nightmares. She can be spiteful..only if you deserve it. She is mostly the type to just stared at you in a silent judgment before walking away

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

If she just stares at you blankly, she is silently judging you

Doll's wrath and bloodlust is Night's um(never used after what happened years ago)

She is the one of housewardens in NRC and she is not the type to just go with the flow

Night has Jeanne, Tsukii and Dawn accompany her throughout NRC(even House warden meetings)

She has no filter when she is pissed

She is multilingual but she loves Korean and Japanese more

Her nickname is The Puppeteer and nobody knows why

She knows that Kianisha is a cursed bunny plushie and she really don't give a fuck about it

[dragscore]

Val

hehehehehehe my lil snow bunbun

FACE & FEATURES

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

his eyes. they're sharp as hell and stick out the most. they're terrifyingly cold.

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

(lmfao orbs) val's got a pretty... eerie smile, if it isnt when hes genuinely happy or anything, he normally looks more like he's pitying you than anything. he smiles like he's heard something useful and he can keep it in mind for later. or he smiles like it's his last moments and he has to be strong about it.

i feel like any normal person would notice how empty he looks if you go by his eyes, they're blue and normally look dull. the light in them doesn't shine very often.

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

val is pretty lean, but has some meat on his bones. he's pretty well built in some areas like his legs and his hips. he's pretty tall, hitting almost seven feet? ive never decided. he wears pretty comfortable, form fitting clothing most of the time. he likes turtlenecks and sweaters the most.

he also likes feminine styled clothing, mostly asymmetrical skirts and off the shoulder tops. he's a little shy about it at first in normal, but he feels more confident about it later. in normal he just wears whatever he wants, feeling okay with it a lot sooner. he's just a little shy and doesn't like the idea of people being surprised and making a big deal out of it.

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

val has a pretty deliberate way of walking. very business like and determined. he doesnt trip over himself and it always feels almost rehearsed. his clothes being form fitting, especially his uniform, make it easier to move around in.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

val is normally seen just pulling on his gloves, adjusting his piercings, fixing his hair. little grooming tics. he doesn't fidget very often, but if he's lost in thought he will

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

val has little pink stud earrings, and in modern a lip piercing. scars wise he has a ton of burn scars covering his torso and arms from a fire he started when he was younger. he doesn't like people to see them (or even really know just how bad his mental state can get) so he wears just enough to keep it covered.

when he's a lot more comfortable with himself in normal verse, he shows them a little. but doesn't really do it unless he's in something feminine.

CUT & CLOTHES

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

val just has like, a button down and some sleep shorts. something with soft material to keep him cool.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

he has a turtleneck/blazer combo he favors. he just likes how it looks on him. but if he's getting too warm too easily, he defaults to just a quarter sleeve shirt.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

val has lots of nice suits, he likes lookin' all spiffy and cleaned up. probably has a few different styles.

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

either his pjs or something simple with shorts and high socks.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

wisteria is pretty much an all seasons area, so val is well equipped for them all. he just hates the summer since it deals him the worst. he keeps a lot of thin, form fitting clothes for that time. short sleeves and all. shorts. but he has a few jackets and blazers he favors if hes comfortable.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

booties. hes a boots man

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

i havent thought abt this rly but he does have fancy riding boots and a cloak lol

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

ignoring cause i havent thought abt this before lol

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

he has a lance of some kind, that or a rapier. he likes long reaching weapons so he can keep free from his opponent's side. probably has some daggers too.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

idk i was thinkin like dark academia? also he has a sheet of his inspos (i do this a lot for some ocs im making and for him i had like... 3 diff ideas for how i wanted to color his hair lol) like. ill post it below but honestly i just like the blazer + 2 other layers look for him.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

he likes satin a looot. silk too. nice cool soft textures. he hates thick, fuzzy clothing.

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

surprisingly large lol he likes getting himself new clothes when he can. he cant really do much for repair though, but rose offers if he needs it.

ACCESSORIES & ACCENTS

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

eh, just his piercings. he probably has some necklaces or bracelets but i havent seen any i want for him?

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

his hair is weird and its long in some places, short in the other. very choppy. he cuts it himself because he feels pain if other people handle it, even if it's gently, as some sort of trauma response. he used to keep it long in the back but he didn't like how it felt. so he keeps it in his weird, asymmetrical style. its very spiky and wild lol

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

he does in modern hehe. he likes lipstick/lip gloss, eye shadow, eye liner. it makes him feel very cute. he also likes mascara. in normal he goes as far as just eye makeup since the lipstick gets smeared off easier.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

i feel like he has a coat that's too big for him that he's attached to, but i'm not sure why he does. it's probably one of his super blurry memories, confused by his false ones. since the curse the neville family put on him was to completely overwrite the resentment he had for himself and his father's business, it probably wiped over something positive like that.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

he had longer hair before he was taken away from the neville household. he didn't want people to handle his hair anymore. it just makes him feel safer.

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

lol in modern he wears a lot of cute stuff. he likes the color pink. he grew up in a more functional home after being taken from his dad, so when he's older he wears more revealing things. but he likes the like, big poofy shirt + tight shorts look. or tight shirt + baggy sweatpants.

[karismatickitty-a-blog]

                        ‘ ----just a couple of girls being gals. ’                       DUAL PROMO for @lcvasuite & @karismatickitty                                                         art by me.

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

I just realized that it is not normal or healthy that I haven’t asked for any specific gifts since I was like, 7 years old…

I have always been the “whatever you can give me is fine” type. I won’t react too differently if you just wish me happy birthday or give me a gift. Even if the gift is something I will never use that will be collecting dust. As long as you acknowledge my existence and at least show some evidence you sort of care about me on those days, I am more than content. You could literally give me a piece of dog shit, and I would just be happy you cared enough to give me that. Apparently that’s not natural…at all?

I’ve been thinking about how my toxic mother gives gifts outside of special occasions constantly, and then says “That’s your birthday/christmas gift. Look how much that costed me. Say thank you and remember this if/when you’re not seeing any big gifts on your birthday/christmas.” Then the holiday would come around, I’d get little gifts that I may not have liked or wanted, but I’d feel shame if I complained since at least I got something. This resulted in me never ever requesting anything for my birthday, even when my parents asked me and said I never got what I wanted because I just never give them any ideas.

I had ideas for things we could do on that day, usually suggested by my parents and left for me to choose which one, but them abiding by that was yet another gift I was hounded about and made to thank them for several times. Often the gifts I got on those days were nice things others commented my mom was so considerate for getting me, even if they didn’t reflect my interests at all. Last year, I said I wanted a simple carrot cake to use as my birthday cake. Literally it could be the cheapest carrot cake, not even decorated. For me it was always the feelings behind a gift that mattered more than superficialities.

Instead of doing that, my mom bought a decorated birthday cake and a carrot cake. She got me two cakes, and when I asked why considering I just asked for one, she told me that it wasn’t a big deal… Like she hadn’t been guilting me for eating her groceries for that entire year up until this point? I texted a family friend about it and they responded; “Well, that was very sweet of her!” I was so confused, and I felt ashamed she bought me more than one cake. I couldn’t pinpoint why… Until now.

Just recently, my mom put the car that she used all my money to pay off in my name, and somehow didn’t realize or research how expensive it was to do that before we got there. I gave her all the cash in my wallet because she demanded compensation, and then said all of this was my birthday gift. Then not even a week later, she got me a passport, another very expensive and seemingly not very urgent thing. I got lectured the whole ride home about how the passport would allow me to do fun things so it was also part of my birthday gift.

My birthday is on the 10th of July, and I am grimacing at the thought of my mom suddenly going all out for my birthday just to make me confused… It has kept me up at night worrying about what they plan to do for my birthday this year. What lovely facebook post is my mom gonna make saying she’s “so proud of her bunbun”… It’s all a lie… Just yesterday she demanded excessive thanks from me because she made spaghetti and I had some… Like screaming at me for multiple expressions of gratitude levels of demanding.

I’ve realized that I dread my own birthdays…and it’s made me feel really sad inside. This is supposed to be a happy time in my life, and here I am just… scared. It’s like being trapped in a reality tv show, and everything is happy and perfect and bright. Yet you are aware that the only reason the rest of the cast loves you is because they need to act that way for things to function…so anything nice feels like a transaction you’ll have to pay for later… Now at least I understand why my anxiety gets so high around my birthday, though…

[jujubean90]

To my sweet internet wife @sparklekitteh.

I am sorry about your bunny but, this was the perfect thing I could think of doing for you in honor of Bunbun. Also, Happy Birthday.

Jean Kirstein with a bun!

[petersasteria]

Younger (IV) - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Back at it again with a theme

Inspired by: Younger by Ruel

PP Masterlist || Younger (I) || Younger (II) || Younger (III)

I’m so sorry for it being overdue, but I hope 1.3k words can make up for it.

* * * *

"I saw you just the other night

I didn't even recognize you Find it kinda strange, I guess that people change But I didn't expect you to"

The effects of The Blip really took a toll on Peter. He just wasn't the same anymore and he was shutting you out all the time even though you've been dating for about two years now. Before you knew it, he was moving on without you. You started to notice the little changes Peter made.

He would look at MJ a lot more and he started paying attention to her more too. This obviously upset you and the fact that MJ would do the same whenever Peter wasn't looking, upset you even more. You talked to Peter about it, but he said that you were just crazy. It made you sad, but you decided not to talk about it anymore so that you wouldn't upset Peter.

You also noticed that MJ was beginning to talk to Peter a lot more than usual. There was nothing wrong with that, but it was just so unlike her.

When the trip to Europe came around, you were really excited. You thought that it would be romantic for you and Peter to just relax around and maybe have some gelato or something. That would be a fail, though because the whole Mysterio thing happened and whenever he was free, he'd spend it with Ned or MJ. He seemed to forget that you existed because he was surprised when you knocked on his hotel room after the whole thing.

When you got back in New York, Peter started to become really really distant. He texts and calls you less and he would turn you down whenever you’d ask if he wanted to hang out. When your third anniversary came around, he was a no show even though you constantly texted him about it. He wouldn’t reply, but he’d leave you on read. So, he knew what your plans were.

He showed up at your apartment that night and he just broke up with you. He wasn’t there to say sorry for missing your anniversary. He was just there to break up with you with no explanation whatsoever..

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. It’s just not working out anymore.” Peter said.

“Are you seriously breaking up with me today?” You asked in disbelief and he just shrugged. You rolled your eyes and said, “It’s our anniversary, Peter.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. Get out of my apartment. Have a nice life, Parker.” You said angrily. Peter walked himself out and closed the door. You couldn’t believe that after three years of being together, he would throw it away for reasons you don’t know.

When school started, you wanted a fresh start. If you were being honest, you didn’t have any friends. You only had friends because Peter was your boyfriend and he already had Ned. And as much as you wanted to say ‘hi’ to Ned, you knew he would just avoid you because his loyalty stood with Peter which you completely understood.

You didn’t have anywhere to sit during lunch time, so you just sat on your own outside by the bleachers. As you were staring at the cheerleaders while you were eating, you began to think about the things you’ve always wanted to change during this fresh start of yours. Your family was well off, so cleared out your closet when you got home on Friday and went on a major shopping spree to buy new things for yourself: new clothes, skin care products, a little bit of makeup, new bags, a few accessories and even a new phone case. You also got a new haircut which you absolutely loved.

When you arrived at school on Monday with your completely new look, everyone stared at you in awe when you walked along the halls of school.

“Dude, is that Y/N?” Ned nudged Peter. He glanced at you and he had to look at you for a while because he wasn’t sure if it was you or not. Sure enough, it really was you.

“Yeah, it’s her.” Peter said in shock.

“She has a whole new look.” Ned said. “I like it, though! She looks great!”

“Yeah, she does.” Peter said softly.

During lunch time, you were on your way out to sit on the bleachers when one of the popular kids invited you to sit on their table. You smiled and immediately agreed. You learned about typical high school gossip and you learned about which skirt looks good with a particular top. You knew that those people were only hanging out with you because of your new style, but it felt good to hang out with a new group. It’s a new school year and you deserved to start new. Peter did the same, anyway.

A few months later, your eighteenth birthday came and you invited all the seniors to your summer house. Since you invited all seniors, Peter, Ned, and MJ went. Ned got you a present and you gave him a tight hug because you missed him. After that, Peter never got to give you your present because you were dragged by your new friend somewhere.

Peter didn’t see you the rest of the night, but that changed when he saw some guy trying to kiss your neck even though you tried to push him away. You were grateful for Peter because he saved you from it and it was awkward between you after that.

“Um, happy birthday.” Peter said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Thanks.” You said shortly. “And thanks again for saving me back there. If you weren’t there, something might’ve happened and yeah. Just- thanks.”

“Yeah, s’no problem. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you. I mean, I already witnessed it, y’know? If I didn’t save you and something bad happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself.” Peter said.

“Yeah, well I’m okay now. Thanks again.”

“So, new clothes?” Peter said, making small talk. “What happened to your old ones? You don’t seem to be wearing them anymore.”

“Oh, that’s because I donated them. I figured I should start fresh. It’s our last year of high school and I haven’t done anything. So, I started fresh. New school year, new me.”

“Yeah, I didn’t recognize you.” Peter said softly. “It’s like the old Y/N’s gone. I kinda miss the old you.”

“Well, she was dying when you started shutting her out and when you broke up with her, she was pronounced dead. You don’t get to miss the old me because you left the old me with no explanation. Besides, I’ve learned to accept that you most likely left me for MJ. I understand and while I’m still bitter, I can be civil.” You said coldly.

“I just didn’t expect you to change. You were still welcome to sit with us, but you sat on your own. No one kicked you out, you let yourself out. You didn’t have to change your whole look or whatever because you’re still our friend and we like you for you. Now all you have are these fake people who like you because of how you dress yourself and because you’re rich.” 

“That’s part of the change, Parker. Deal with it.” You said calmly even though you were pissed at him for talking to you that way. How dare he? “Help yourself to some food and drinks. I have to go to my friends now.”

“Y/N, I’m still your friend.” Peter sighed. “And we’ll always be friends. I don’t understand why our friendship has to end just because I broke up with you.”

“Like I said, deal with it. I have to go and find my friends. I’m sure MJ’s looking for you. Good night, Parker.” You said curtly before leaving him standing alone.

* * * *

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag​ @harryismysunflower​ @buckys-little-hoe​ @sandystoriess​ @heeeyitskay​ @slytherin-chaser​ @quaksonhehe​ @yaya4302​ @lil-mellow-bunbun​ @starlight-starks​ @swiftmind​ @alexx-stancati​ @sovereignparker​ @nerdyandproudofitsstuff​ @pearce14​ @cherthegoddess​ @chewymoustachio​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​ @parkerlovebot​ @supred12​ @peterspidey​ @givebuckyhisplumsnow​ @beverlythrillz​ @slutforsr​ 

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:  @marvelousell @justasmisunderstoodasloki @rubberducky-jrr @allyz @osterfieldnholland @miraclesoflove @god-knows-what-am-i-doing @drie-the-derp @hollands-weasley @itstaskeen  @call-me-baby-gir1 @the-panwitch @iamaunicorn4704 @geminiparkers @holland-styles @calltothewild @fancyxparker @herbatkazmiloscia @whatthefuckimbisexual @justanothermarvelmaniac @unsaidholland @musicalkeys @lost-in-the-stars03 @hufflepuffprincess24 @hollanddolanfangirl @parkerpeter24 @bellelittleoff @agentnataliahofferson @aqiise @lexirv @blairscott @hi-im-maddie @xfirstfemale-marauderx @u-rrose @speedymaximoff

[hollow-park]

I figured since they had just gathered with all the bunbuns earlier that day these two could just celebrate Butter’s Birthday alone that night at the park, Kenny was hoping the fireworks he had planned would work but of course it rained and they was a slight delay..

Well its not dark out anymore but it’s still really pretty.

..Also they stopped watching like five minutes in. Oh well, Happy Birthday Butters!

[star-crossedfidelity]

“May we reach the top with full-force, Scorbunny.”

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Mun!Yuki: FINALLY I DREW THE THING I WANTED TO DRAW FOR HISOKA’S BIRTHDAY!!! EVEN THOUGH IT WAS WAY LATE! I felt bad not getting it done of the day of, but now that I draw it now, I can’t help but feel happy of the fact that me drawing Hisoka has improved so much.

The reason why I drew this for Hisoka’s birthday, is because her birthday fell upon November 15th, which was also the release date for Pokemon: Sword and Shield.

And thus, This became the idea for Hisoka’s birthday picture. :) I picture she would pick Pokémon Sword and choose Scorbunny as her starter. Because Scorbunny’s evolutions reminded me of the evolution of Hisoka: A cheerful bunbun, a stand-offish looking kuudere, and then a tsundere with powerful kicks.

Thus, she chooses a Scorbunny! :D Happy belated birthday to my baby girl! :)

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Please do not repost, edit, claim it as your own, etc.

[perksofbeingawaifu]

Ahhhh happy birthday, lovely!!!! Thanks for blessing us with fabulous writes and funny stories and kindness

thanks angelaer! thank you for working so hard for the fandom and for being a good friendo. also plz send me all the bunbun photos. they look so sof i want pet.

[prince-epal]

DEAR BUNBUN,

There are a lot of consequences in this world and we need to face every obstacle that it is blocking our way because no medal or trophy can equate our goal; the fact that a trophy is just a thing and our goal is everything. I have already told you before that your lack of dedication is an insult to those who believe in you. Chin up and always smile baby, it is not a big deal to commit a mistake and also it is for your own sake to prosper a great knowledge base from your experiences. Always understand and utilize the power of conversation this might help you to broaden your idea about the people surrounding you. You are no longer a senior high or a college brat baby. I understand that you love your comfort zone and it is a beautiful place for you but nothing grows there. Always remember that your faith can move mountains and your doubt can create them.

And I’ll end up speaking English here. Whahaha para maiba naman. BUN tanda mo pa kung uno style ko kung pawno naging kita? Syempre tanda mo an sabi ko baga “CAN WE BE TOGETHER AND LET ME COURT YOU FOREVER?” Ewan ko ba pero ang sarap sarap sa feeling na ligawan ka hindi ako nasasawa boring kasi kapag sa umpisa lang manliligaw tapos bigla na lang mawawala. Hindi din naman ako perpektong tao na palagi na lang tama at alam mo yan. Wish ko ngayon na birthday mo ay sana mas maging responsible ka na ate at nanay sa kambal natin …ay uda pa palan to follow pa su kambal hahaha… tapos wag ng mainitin ang ulo kaso pangit yun. I just want the best for the both of us especially to you my dear. Uda man ako ibang papara pangadyi kundi matupad mga pangarap ta. Nandidi lang ako pirmi para saimo sa tama sana kita pirmi ag isi mo naman an napag usipan tana.Nilegal mo ako sa pamilya mo ag ni legal ko man ika. Diko muya na pag para tago na agko ako girlfriend ta ana main goal ko mag suwod na hahaha and also magka pamilya ning marangal ag agko takot sa DIYOS. Ana sintabo nakukuko na asana sa sipag at tiyaga.

Minsan nasusuya ako saimo na medyo kinikilig kapag tinatanong mo ako na bakit ba ikaw?? EH ABA MALAY KO!? GUSTO KO IKA! Amo an simbag ko saimo feel na feel ko 3wuy ko na ikang bisto pero nguwan nguwan lang sana kita nagka bistuhan hahaha pero at least worth it ngamin ta ika misis ko. Isi ta man na agko kita goal kada usad ag napag usipan tana an. Basta pakatatag lang ika diyan ta kaya ko mag uwat. Nakapag hintay nga ako ng 2 years na walang jowa 6 months pa daw. Ahahaha ez. Basta misis always be prepared for each day to confront your own self sabotage. Mag pray lang ika pirmi ta nakikita man ni GOD ana mga sakripisyo niya tawo. Alin man kami sap ag tius kaya ngani ni lapigot ako samaray ta diko muya maranasan niya magiging agin ta ana kadipisilan niya buhay.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISIS SANA NAGUSTUHAN MO ANA SUNFLOWER HEHEH

♥ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 6

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked, Read on AO3

Notes (I guess): I started writing this chapter while writing chapter five and I was expecting to have fun with it, and I did, and it has a new OC in it. One that I’ve been talking about through this entire fic basically. One I’m terribly in love with and would start a fire for. So... I’m sorry if it seems like you have to keep up with all those OCs, but it really isn’t. It’s mostly just India, and this gal in this here chapter.

I apologize in advance. (Also Remy’s dad’s phone number starts with 212, which if anyone didn’t know is the Manhattan area code. Just pointing that out.)

As usual, thanks to @broadwaytheanimatedseries​ for the original thirty second long recording of them rambling about this idea, to @whatwashernameagain​ for Keep Him Safe and just for being pure and sweet as she is, and for @anony-phangirl​ , @asleepybisexual​ and @winglessnymph​ for dealing with my insanity and random bouts of ideas.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222​ , @ab-artist​ , @secretlyanxiouspersona​ , @your-username-is-unavailable​ , @virgilcrofters​ , @why-things-go-boom​ , @ilovemygaydad​ , @violetblossem​

(If you want to be tagged or removed, please let me know! Preferably via notes/reblogs, I have bad memory, but… you do you.)

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter also discusses forms of child abuse and drug use.

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Emile was sent to the hospital the moment they explained the situation to the doctor on campus and was released from the ER a couple of days later. It was the very day Remy made the worst decision of his life. He missed some classes, Remy was glad to fill him up on those, and his mother had to fly in from Minnesota to look after him for the time he was there.

(Nathalie Picani was an incredibly nice woman, Remy decided within five seconds of meeting her. And he was yet to be proven wrong.)

But on the day Emile was released, Remy finally did it. He did the one thing he said he'd never do.

On that one fateful night in early November, Remy Harris agreed to babysit for Linda and Stephen Hollander. The victim? Remy. And also Leah.

"Would you please tell me who Leah is?" India asked him after a group meeting.

"Linda's daughter." Remy couldn't stop shaking. "She's six. Almost seven. And I don't want to babysit her."

"You're making a much bigger deal out of this than it really is and it's driving you crazy. It's a six year old. What's the worst that could possibly happen?"

But then, a couple hours later, Linda dropped the demon child off at Weld Hall - Remy wasn't a fan of her knowing where he stayed, thank you very much - and left. Well, then.

"You don't look like a Rebecca," the demon child muttered when she first saw Remy. And he was thankful. Both for the child having the sense to not imagine him as a Rebecca, and for the fact that it was nearing winter and he could start wearing baggier clothes, meaning he didn't have to bind.

(His back and boobs were going to thank him for it for the next six months, give or take.)

"Because it's not my name. My name is Remy, and Linda is just a bitch."

"A bitch is like my auntie when she doesn't listen to Mom, right…?"

What?!

"Auntie Steph wants to take me to see Lion King in New York on Christmas and Mom thinks that she shouldn't because I don't deserve to so she called her a bitch. Is that what you mean?" Less than a second later, "I dreamed last night that I was in a bouncy castle, and there was a clown, and I really don't like clowns, I think they're scary…"

She avoided eye contact. Much like two other figures in Remy's life. He didn't want to make wrong assumptions, but the thought was there.

"I saw a movie about real-real lions and you know that Simba is Nala's brother? Boy lions are really lazy, they don't hunt for themselves, the girl lions do it for them. Did you know that hyenas don't like boys? Like, at all? They have a really weird—"

"Look, kid, I'm sure all that is very interesting, but why do you know all this shit about hyenas?"

"My name is Leah Mae Hollander and I'm not a kid, I'm seven!"

"You'll be seven in two weeks."

"Girl hyenas have pen—"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna let you finish that! Let's do something other than talking."

He failed to notice her expression change when he said that.

——

Remy didn't have the heart to tell Leah that he already knew who George Michael is and that Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go was the song his dad used to wake him up all the time, which is why he doesn't like it, when a tiny gray bunny followed Katherine into the suite.

She swore she didn't steal him. And for once, he actually believed her.

"But it's a song about oh oh oh Remy that's a bunny I wanna cuddle the bunny can I please please cuddle the bunny?" He couldn't even answer before she dashed from the couch and grabbed the bunny a little too harshly. "Fluffy bunbun! You're so cute, little bunny!"

"Leah, someone needs this bunny right now. Would you mind putting him down so we could take him back?"

The look she gave him could kill a man.

"I found him. He's mine now."

"No, his name is Mycroft and he belongs to a very good friend of mine who is sick and needs him back." She tried using puppy eyes. Well… "You can come with me. But I'm taking the bunny back."

"Okay!"

Leah bounced all the way down the hall, and insisted on knocking on the door herself. It took several tries before Emile opened the door, still looking incredibly pale.

"I'm actually surprised you're doing this well," the nurse said while changing Emile's IV. "The lab suspected GHB, and—"

"Let's celebrate the small miracles instead of constantly pointing out facts that my son would rather forget."

"I can't hang out right now," Emile sighed. He sounded incredibly tired, almost… as if he's been crying. "I need to study for—"

"You, my good bitch, need to study for nothing. Get back in bed and I'll make you more tea."

"I'm not actually sick…"

"No, but it will help calm you down. And your mom would hate me if I didn't."

"Hello, I'm Leah!" Oh yeah. The demon child was here too. Emile looked down at her, forcing a smile. "I'm seven."

"You're not seven."

"Not yet but almost."

"Remy, please, she's clearly seven!" Leah's smile grew at that. "I'm Emile, I'm sixteen. Thank you so much for returning my bunny, Leah!"

"He's my bunny now."

For a second, Remy thought Emile was trying to imitate him. He never saw his adorable blond friend be evil... "How about he'll be ours, together?"

"...fine."

Leah bolted into the suite after the bunny, who was placed on the ground and started hopping towards his food. She was an interesting kid. A demon child, but still interesting.

Remy didn't know if he liked her or not.

"Thanks for coming to check on me, but I'm okay. You don't have to do anything. I'll be fine." Emile kissed Remy's cheek as he entered after Leah… and then didn't immediately leave. There was no way he was going to. "Remy, please!"

"No! You were—"

"I know what I was. I kept being reminded of what I was when I was in the hospital. Please stop reminding me."

"I was in the hospital two months ago," Leah started rambling again and broke whatever tension was between the boys. "Mom took Rachel to the park and I wanted to go too, because the park has the slides and the swings and there's a red slide that has rollers on it and it's funner because of the rollers and I really like it but every time I go there someone is already on it and nobody lets me slide on it so I really wanted to, so I took my rollerblades and I was on my way and then I tripped and it was very close to my home and it all hurt so our neighbor Matilda called Dad and when we went to the hospital he told me that I'm stupid and shouldn't do that ever again and when I tried to tell him that it was because I wanted to slide he called me stupid again and said the fuck word."

"And what happened then?" Emile asked softly, finally going to sit down and allowing Remy to make him tea. Well, sorta.

"I broke my arm. And it was very cool! I had a cast and everything, and nobody signed it, not even Mom or Dad, so I signed it for myself. And I did whatever I wanted!"

"What did you sign then?"

"It was a story about a group of princesses who went to fight a knight who was trying to kill their dragon friend."

Something didn't seem right to Remy. Other than absolutely not understanding a single word she said (that was a bit of an exaggeration, yes), something about the story didn't… make sense. And earlier when he cut her off, she looked incredibly offended.

Yeah… nothing matched up.

"Wait… Leah, let's work it through, okay?" She hummed in agreement. Remy was looking for mugs in the suite kitchenette. "You broke your arm rollerblading?"

"Yeah, I said that—"

"And Stephen called you stupid for breaking your arm rollerblading?"

"Yeah! I told you that!"

"And what did Linda say?"

"She said that I'm a stupid child for thinking I can rollerblade. But I can! I learned how to last year, and I'm practicing, and the park isn't that far, so I can!"

"Are you trying to analyze your sister?" Emile looked overly worried. "The tea bags are in that wooden box on the toaster oven."

"I'm not trying to analyze anything, but… something is weird." There were about ten different types of tea in there. Oh dear. Chamomile…? Emile likes chamomile, right?

"I saw Monsters, Inc. last week," Leah said out of the blue. "I saw it on my birthday and I stayed until the very-very end, and Mike Wazowski actually did a musical called put that thing back where it came from or so help me! And there's a song that's like, there's a child there's a child there's a human child, running ‘round the restaurant, this is really wild, what in heaven's name will become of us, we who are living in Monstropolis?"

"You saw that last week?" Emile sounded happy. "Remy, please no chamomile. It makes my stomach feel worse. Peppermint, please?"

"Alright."

"You saw Monsters, Inc.?"

"Yeah! I like Mike. He's fun."

Linda said that Leah was disruptive, annoying, a monster of a child. So far she… certainly talked a lot, but she wasn't disruptive, or annoying (well, maybe a little), and she didn't seem stupid at all. On their way over here she kept pointing at the suite numbers (not that many, but apparently she loved it) and asking Remy to read them to her, after which she'd declare whether or not they were multiples of three. And she couldn't stop talking about animals, some of which Remy didn't even know existed - she kept talking about betta fish for some reason, whatever those fish were, and how people killed their fish by putting more than one in the fish tank or putting cold water instead of warm (he was starting to think she just really liked betta fish). And those things meant she was… the opposite of stupid. No?

He was being redundant in his own head, it wasn't nice.

"Leah, I don't think you're stupid." Leah made a squeaky noise in response. "Linda and Stephen make no sense."

"But I can't do anything right…"

"Says who?"

"Remy Harris, you came here to make yourself useful, now where's my tea?" Emile laughed.

Once the tea was made, they sat down and watched Monsters, Inc. as per Leah's request.

Things were going to be okay today.

——

"How was babysitting the little rascal?"

"Dad… don't call her that."

"Changed your mind?"

"I don't know… I don't remember Linda berating me as much as she does Leah, and it sucks. I almost want to call social services and I only met that girl today!"

"Remy, kiddo, calm down. You'll get to see her again for thanksgiving and get a better picture of what's going on—"

"But I don't want to see them for thanksgiving and I'm worried for Leah! She's learning to play the piano, she can calculate stuff really quickly for a six year old, she remembers things with scary accuracy, it's almost inhuman… and she was called names by Linda and her husband for breaking her arm rollerblading. That's not—"

"How's Emile? Last time I called you said he was in the hospital."

"Yeah… he had a blood test. They found traces of GHB. He doesn't want to talk about it though."

"I know you probably don't want to hear this—"

"Don't tell me if I don't want to know about this…"

"When you were three, your mom used to go out a lot. She loved clubbing."

"She went out a lot my whole childhood, Dad. It's not news. She never really grew up since the eighties."

"She was seventeen when she had you, you can be a little bit—"

"Which means she's thirty-five, in a good enough position to raise children, and she chooses to call her daughter names for not fulfilling her expectations. Huh, kind of like how she treats me, isn't it?"

"...you'll be the death of me, child."

"I know. I'm already working on it. You can't see me but I'm winking at you."

"Remy, please don't make this harder than it is. Do you think I want her to want contact with you?"

"No, I don't. I don't want her to either. But it's not like I have any choice. You're making me do this!"

"You're being a brat."

"Thank you so much, I totally needed to hear that."

Remy hung up. Something was… not quite right. He just had to—

Incoming Call: 212-729-5555

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

"You said you didn't want to babysit Linda's kids, and now you're protecting her child like your life depends on it. Do you want to listen to what I have to say or not?"

"...sure. Whatever."

"When you were six, I had to leave you with your grandparents one night because your mom didn't come home from one of her parties. She almost died that night."

"And that has to do with what exactly?"

"That has to do with you being super worried about Emile. He's alive, isn't he? And he's doing alright. All you can do now is be there to support him."

"Well… yeah, you're right. I hate it when you're right."

"Now, about Leah. I know you don't trust your mom, I know you can't stand her, but it's no reason to call social services."

"Okay, I call her Linda to distance myself from her. She's not my mom. And the way Leah says she treats her is horrendous, and I would say it's abusive but I don't know the severity of it yet. So will you please just…"

"I think you need to take a day off, think about it, and we'll talk tomorrow."

"...fine. Good night, Dad. I'm going to go to sleep."

"Good. Good night, son. Sleep tight."

[stardust-lightning]

Bunbun Cafe

@lycansaurusrex

Just a fluffy little story with some his OCs and Akira

Hope you enjoy the fluff!

Oh, Akira had no idea what Oli and Gabriel had in mind for his birthday, but judging from the giggles that Gabe was producing in the backseat and the thick blindfold he had over his eyes at Oli’s insistence, it’s that they have been both planning this for a while.

He himself couldn’t stifle his excitement as he bouncing a little in the passenger seat.

“We’re almost there, right?” Akira asked, probably for the tenth time since they’ve been driving.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

“You said that the last time I asked.”

“I’m serious this time.”

“You said that last time too.”

“Look, we’re gonna get there in a bit, I promise.”

Akira incoherently whined a little but still kept to himself as he gripped the door handle to control himself. He hadn’t been this excited in forever and it showed.

By God, he was the cutest thing.

“Is that it?” Gabe asked from the back seat, pointing ahead.

“Yup! Lemme park this baby and then we’re good to go.” Oli confirmed as he tried to parallel park the car into the parking space. It took some maneuvering but the car was finally in the line (with some of Gabe's help), and Gabe helped Oli guide Akira, who was still blindfolded, into the cafe. Akira was steadily getting more excited by the minute but he still had to keep the blindfold on.

“This way, love,” Oli gently told him as he and Gabe guided Akira to the left and into a small room. Oli sat Akira down on the floor and Akira felt himself at a short table of sorts. Oli and Gabe took their seats at his sides.

“Can I please take it off nowwwww?” Akira pleaded, his excitement the only thing he was feeling at the moment.

“Yes, you can.”

Akira didn't hesitate a moment before ripping the blindfold off. His eyes widened as he stated around the room, his hands on his mouth unable to keep his little gasp of surprise from escaping him. His eyes also started to feel a little watery.

The room was a cute little room where there were the walls were painted in a pretty pastel blue and pink. The table that they were at had a cutesy-theme tablecloth and had illustrations of little bunnies on the edges. There were other little tables similar to theirs all around the room with other patrons in attendance. The one thing that stuck out to him were all of the bunny-themed items like decals and such. The room was adorable and Akira knew exactly where they were: they were in a bunny cafe.

Akira thought he was going to cry, and boy, did he. He couldn’t stop the tears that started to roll down his face and his throat felt tight.

“A-Akira? Are you okay?” Gabe asked, worried with Oli displaying similar concern.

They waited a moment for Akira to calm down enough to speak. They watched as he sniffled and ran his arm through his eyes to rid some of the tears.

“I’m okay, I’m alright! I’m just really happy, is all,” Akira tried to soothe them as he laughed quietly, wiping some more tears away.

Oli and Gabe both calmed down a little as Akira started to breathe a little easier, his cute, soft smile lighting up the room.

“It's just, I've never been to a bunny cafe. I never thought that I would ever be in one.”

Akira felt something soft trying to get into his lap and so he looked down in mild surprise to find an orange Netherland Dwarf bunny trying to crawl into his lap. The bunny was a tiny thing, only about a few weeks old at most. Akira gently picked up the bunny in his hands, much to the adoration of Oli and Gabe, who thought this was the most precious thing. Gabe took out his phone and managed to get some pictures of Akira cradling this bunny in his hands, which made the bunny look even tinier. Another bunny, a gray lop rabbit, hopped to his side by his thigh, appearing to want to hop into his lap as well. Oli was closer to the lop bunny so he reached down to pet it, being pleasantly surprised as he found the older rabbit to turn and hop into his lap, reaching up to Oli’s chest. Oli took the opportunity to give the rabbit some attention.

“Gabe, you wanna hold this little one?” Akira asked Gabe, who was greeted with pleading puppy eyes and outstretched hands. Oli watched happily as Akira carefully placed the baby bunny in Gabe’s cupped hands.

“Ahhhhhhh, look at him, he’s so tiny! He’s precious!” Gabe bubbled, unable to contain his adoration for the cute bunny. He was a precious boy holding a precious bunny and, to Oli and Akira, he looked so adorable that it was almost unfair.

A young woman, presumably a worker, asked if they wanted to buy some snacks so that they could feed the rabbits. They all happily agreed, so Oli volunteered to go pick them up after handing the lop rabbit to Akira. He followed the woman out of the room, leaving Akira and Gabe with now three bunnies as a chocolate lop-eared friend came to join the party as well.

“So how long have you and Oli planning this?” Akira asked as he picked up both the chocolate bunny and the gray and placed them in his lap.

“Oh, for a few days now! I found this place online and Oli suggested we take you here for your birthday.” Gabe explained as he continued to gingerly hold and pet the little Netherland Dwarf, “Oli knew that you had always wanted to visit one of these, though is it true that you’ve never been to a bunny cafe?”

“Y-Yeah. Never had a chance to.”

“Well, we’re here now, so we’re going to enjoy ourselves and make sure that you’re always covered in these precious babies.” Gabe smiled warmly at him.

Akira wanted to cry again; he had dreamed of visiting one of these and the fact that he was here with the loves of his life made his heart really happy and soft.

Oli came back with some little cups of food and some hay for rabbits, placing them in front of Akira and Gabe as he took his place on the floor. Akira took some hay and offered some to the rabbits in his lap, with the gray one gladly munching on the hay. It was cute to watch its little nose twitch as it ate.

“You having fun, Akira?” Oli asked as the gray lop rabbit continued to munch on the hay before Akira offered the little bunny some lettuce.

“Yes, I love this! I love this so much!”

“Well you’re about to love it even more,” Oli gave him a smile, “Gabe, can you get the presents?”

Gabe perked up at the mention of his name.

“Yup! Just a sec’!”

Gabe reached over to the other side of the small table to reach into the bags that he had brought in with them and fished out a small present wrapped in blue paper with a white bow. Oli carefully took the rabbit out of Akira’s lap so that Akira could unwrap the gifts without worrying about frightening or injuring a rabbit somehow. Gabe then handed the gift to Akira, whose piqued interest was enough for him to grab the package and start to unwrap the paper. Gabe and Oli both smiled at the squeal of delight to find that the box contained the cutest sweater ever made and it had a dark-blue bunny face on a light-blue sweater. Seemingly in love with the sweater, Akira didn’t waste a moment to put the sweater over his head and found the material to be very soft and cozy, with a thick thread and high folded collar. Akira hummed at the new gift and beamed brighter than a ray of sunshine.

“That one was from Ryo. He saw that the other day and knew it would fit you well.”

“There’s still one more and it’s from both of us!” Gabe chimed in as he brought out another box, much bigger this time and wrapped in red paper with a bright pink bow on the corner.

“We saw these and we absolutely had to.”

“Knowing you two, that could be anything,” Akira remarked as he quickly unwrapped his present and looked into the box to find two small plush bunnies, one orange and one white with black spots. Akira let out another quiet squeal as he squeezed the two plushies, his voice unable to produce any coherent vocabulary at the moment. It was just enough that Akira was probably going to cry again but not before he noticed Gabe and Oli sharing knowing looks at each other with little smug grins like they were planning something that Akira didn’t know about.

“What are you two smiling like that for?” Akira inquired, curious.

“Should we, darling?”

“We should, dear,” Oli replied before they both scooted over so that they were directly on Akira’s sides, looking up at him and still having those smug smiles.

“W-What’s going on?”

“Happy birthday Akira!” They both exclaimed as they both simultaneously kissed Akira’s cheeks, pleasantly surprising Akira before leaving quick, little pecks on his cheeks, making Akira giggle at the attention he was receiving. Eventually, it was enough to make him cry a little, but the tears were ones of joy.

“T-Thank you… thank you both so much for this…” Akira happily thanked them through the tears, wrapping his arms behind them to draw them close and provided each a kiss on their heads.

This was certainly a birthday Akira wasn’t going to forget anytime soon. Getting to go to a bunny cafe with the loves of his life while being surrounded by bunnies was like a dream come true and Akira basked in every little second of it.

[agoddamnsupernova]

Emily is delighted to see an envelope waiting for her on her pillow when she gets home and she briefly wonders if Chloe had brought it up or if it had been one of the other girls. She greets Bun with some ear scratches before she settles down on her bed.

“It’s been a few weeks but look, she wrote back,” Emily hums, leaning back against the wall as she opens the letter carefully.

Emily,

Sorry, it’s taken me a little longer to reply than I would have liked. Lincoln and I got a little banged up on our mission. I’m happy to say he’s perfectly fine, if not a little more protective of me right now. I’m a little worse for wear, but I promise I’m in one piece. I’ve even included pictures as proof.

I want to thank you profusely for the phone, I’ve been needing a replacement and you just have really good timing. Your taste in music is fantastic. It’s so rare to hear music here that isn’t classic rock or country (fuckin white men, I swear.) David Guetta kills me man, his stuff is so good! And you included a lot of mixes which just makes my heart sing since I used to play with mixing stuff all the time.

So, I am an awkward fucker, if you couldn’t tell already, but the idea of calling you out of the blue is terrifying as shit so I wrote my number on the back of one of my pictures. If you want to text or actually call, feel free. I’m in the hospital for a few more weeks while I do physical therapy and get cleared for field work again. Lincoln also has to do some therapy but it’s to try and help chill him out. I love him a lot but he needs to understand the difference between a hostile stranger and someone trying to help.

The Cheetos are fucking amazing, I had almost forgotten what they taste like. I had to stop myself from demolishing the entire bag the first night. Pretty sure they would have rotted my insides if I had. Everything else was so thoughtful and just so nice. How did you know strawberry was my favorite scent? I’m beginning to think you’re psychic, Miss. Junk. And I suppose since you did come through, I’m just going to have to come and see you to hold up my end of the bargain. I should get some knee pads, I can’t say I’m on my knees very often these days.

Lincoln loves the dog treats, they usually don’t get treats around here, we focus on positive verbal ‘rewards’ with the dogs, keeps them focused on the job and not just the treat they could get for doing it. But I won’t tell if you don’t. Beside’s he needs a little pampering after getting launched in the air, right?

And now that you’ve read that, you’ll want to know what happened and I can tell you that mistakes were made and an accident happened, but we’re safe. Don’t let my ugly ass in the photo’s worry you, I promise I’ve had worse.

We don’t have much here in the way of shops but I could get you an official army t-shirt if you wanted one, I just need your size. I think they’re good sleep shirts, super soft cotton. Aubrey says it’s against the rules to send actual army issue shirts, but I’ll just buy one, wear it a few times to throw her off and send it your way. (I hope you like the smell of strawberries too, cause the shirt will end up smelling like them)

Also, I just really want to thank you for how you wrote about what normal is to you. It really made me smile. My normal used to be something like that but some shit happened and now sand and bullets and a unit full of sarcastic assholes. Oh, and ya know, Lincoln’s furry ass in my face.

I’m being yelled at that I need to get to therapy, I hope you haven’t worried too much and I really do hope you call...or at least text. Uh, anyway, have a good day.

-Beca

Emily isn’t sure how to feel by the time she finishes reading the letter. Beca was hurt so badly she was in the hospital, but could it be so bad if she was making jokes about it? She shakes her head a bit, pulling the pictures out of the envelope.

The first one is of Lincoln curled up at the end of a hospital bed, his head resting on Beca’s feet. He seems peaceful, a tight (not so) little ball of fluff, content to be by his master’s side while she heals. She flips it over and finds there’s no number so she lays it down on her bedding.

The second one is clearing a picture taken by someone else and Emily briefly wonder’s if it had been this Aubrey girl Beca talks about before she’s focusing on Beca’s face. She’s frowning in it, her middle finger raised to the photographer. She’s got a black eye, the bruise blooming out around the edges and past the stitches that show clear as day against Beca’s fair skin.

“Ouch,” Emily whispers, brushing her fingers against the picture. The wound curves from Beca’s brow bone to her cheekbone. “That will leave an interesting scar.”

She seems rather in one piece in the photo, even though she’s banged up and bruised, she’s still beautiful and all Emily wants to do is talk to her. So, without looking at the other two photos, she just flips them all over until she’s reading off the number on the back of one.

After a moment’s hesitation, she types the number in and hits the video option, biting her lip as FaceTime’s familiar ring plays. She’s ready to hang up when Beca finally answers the phone, her face a little less bruised than in the photos. “Hi,” Emily says softly.

“Hey,” Beca breathes out, noticeably fidgeting in her bed. “I didn’t actually expect you to call. Not that I mind, I just always assume the worst, ya know?” The soldier says a little too fast and it makes Emily smile.

“I get it,” Emily hums, shaking her head a bit. “I just finished reading your letter and looking at your pictures and I just...I don’t know I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she shrugs, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m fine, we’ve had worse,” Beca smiles, patting the bed next to her for a moment before Lincoln is shoving his face into frame. “Huh, buddy?”

Emily grins at them both, leaning back against her pillows. “Just because you’ve had worse doesn’t mean this is okay,” she says softly, scratching Bun’s ears while she speaks. “Hey, Lincoln, how’s my favorite pooch?”

Beca giggles softly and Emily thinks it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, next to Beca’s speaking voice of course. “He’s good, been harassing the nursing staff, but we’re working on it.”

“Aww, he’s just trying to keep you safe,” Emily teases, tucking her phone between her knees before hauling Bun into her lap. “Say hi, you fat thing.”

“I am not fat,” Beca whines, a smile on her face. “Hey Bunbun,” she coos, snorting when Lincoln snuggles closer. “He’s not even here to take attention away from you, stop it.”

It’s Emily’s turn to giggle now, grunting when Bun decides he’s had enough of being held. “Look, Lincoln, he’s gone.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Beca chuckles, shoving the dog’s muzzle away from her face. “I don’t want kisses right now, bud.”

“He’s just trying to make you feel better,” Emily says, running a hand through her hair. “Speaking of, how are you feeling, really?”

Beca shrugs her shoulder, wincing a bit when Lincoln moves off of her completely. “I’m sore, that’s for sure, but my MRI has come back clean so I don’t have any brain damage from the blast. I’m getting these stitches out tomorrow and my cracked ribs are just gonna have to hurt for a while.”

Emily frowns a bit, wishing she could take the other girl’s pain away. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just keep being you,” Beca says softly, a slight smile on her lips.

“I think I can do that,” Em replies, trying to ignore the way her cheeks burn. “I have a random question.”

“I have a random answer,” Beca teases, leaning back against her pillows. Emily can tell it hurts but keeps the apology that’s on the tip of her tongue to herself.

“How old are you?” Emily asks, resting her head against the wall. “I’m going to be twenty-one in a few months.”

“Funny enough, I’m going to be twenty-two in a couple months,” Beca chuckles, brushing her fingers through her hair to tie it up in a loose ponytail. “When’s your birthday?”

“December eleventh,” Emily replies with a yawn, trying to resist the urge to pull her own hair back. She always thought she looked better with it down. “What about you?”

“Pft, that’s like half the year away,” Beca snorts, yawning herself. “Mine’s August ninth,” she says, eyes flickering away from the camera for a moment.

“I’ll have to get you some more Cheetos it seems,” Emily smirks, watching the way Beca’s cheeks go pink. “And maybe a set of knee pads.”

“God, you’re an ass,” Beca breathes out, shaking her head while she avoids looking at Emily. “I can’t believe I actually sent that to you. I should have just rewritten the whole thing.”

“Nah, I liked it,” Emily admits, biting her lip as Beca’s eyes snap back to her. They’re so blue, Emily feels like she’s drowning in them. “Gotta get you used to being on your knees somehow.”

Beca does a fairly good impression of a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she lets out a frustrated little sound. “You’re cockier than I thought you’d be.”

“I could make so many jokes right now...” Emily chuckles, brows raised at the blushing soldier.

“That’s gay, Em,” Beca snorts, trying to save face and it just makes Emily chuckle.

“Pretty sure that’s the point, Bec,” Emily replies, butterflies erupting in her chest when Beca uses her nickname. “It’d be pretty sad if we weren’t a little gay, huh?”

Beca does her fish impression again before she’s huffing softly, her lower lip poking out a little. “I mean...I guess!”

Emily laughs hard at her reaction, blushing when she snorts in the middle of it. Beca seems to find it amusing though, laughing right along with her. “Fuck.”

“You can say that again,” Beca wheezes, an arm around her middle. “I haven’t laughed in a long time and I’m not sure right now is the right time...but I liked it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Emily says quickly, biting her lip as she watches Beca breathe deeply through her nose.

“Not your fault that I fucked up, Em,” Beca replies, thumping her head back against the mattress.

They’re quiet for a moment before there’s a soft bang in Beca’s room. “Hey, Bree,” Beca says, lifting a hand in a half-hearted wave.

“What are you doing in here?” Bree asks and Emily cocks her head to the side as a blonde woman comes into frame. “Oh, hi! You must be Emily.”

“Yeah,” Emily replies with a nervous chuckle. “And you’re Aubrey, right?”

“I am indeed,” She grins, her smile a little too big, a little too bright. “And I’m sorry to break up this chat, but it’s getting late and Beca has to be up early tomorrow.”

“Fuck’s sake, Bree, you’re not my mom,” Beca whines, flicking the other woman’s arm.

“I am not, but I am your commanding officer,” Aubrey says sternly and Emily smiles at the way Beca pouts.

“It’s okay, Beca, I have a shift to get ready for soon anyway, you should try and get some sleep,” Emily says softly, smiling when Beca caves.

“Fine, fine,” Beca huffs, throwing her hands up. “I’ll go to bed then.”

Emily chuckles softly, trying to hide the fact that she wishes their conversation had been a bit longer. “Goodnight guys.”

“Goodnight.”

Emily is a few hours into her shift when her phone buzzes, a text from Beca showing up on the screen. She glances around to make sure no one is paying attention before she unlocks the screen.

Since I couldn’t say it properly earlier (and I couldn’t text til Aubrey left my damn room) I wanted to actually say goodnight. And I also wanted to thank you for calling, it really made my day. It’s been a rough time and you made it a lot better.

Emily smiles softly, shaking her head a bit as she starts typing back. You don’t have to thank me, I’m glad I could help even a little bit. Call me when you can tomorrow, I have the day off. I hope you manage to get some decent sleep tonight.

She tucks her phone away to help out a customer, forcing her smile and polite tone. As soon as she’s free she checks her messages.

I’ll say thank you as much as I want. But in all seriousness, you’re one of a kind, Em. I hope you have a good shift, I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight, beautiful.

Emily blushes slightly, biting her lip as she sends back a simple. Goodnight, Beca, sweet dreams.

The rest of her shift is spent thinking of her blue eyed soldier and what might await her the next time they spoke. Perhaps Stacie had been right that day she picked up that pamphlet.

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 36: The Time The Bangtan Got Drunk

Co-written with @jiminieblush

Recommended Song: That’s My Jam by B.A.P

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Summary:

Food shopping and Timberlands, what more could the day bring?

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count:  7143

Length: 36/?

With the album release happening soon, you were pretty surprised to find Jungkook outside your door with Namjoon and Jin in tow. Without an explanation, you were convinced to change out of your pyjamas and into warmer clothes; the weather was getting progressively colder as winter was drawing nearer. The three men entertained Miri while you bundled up and slipped on a pair of tired looking boots.

"Where are we going?"

Jungkook scratched behind Miri's ear, gushing over her cuteness with Namjoon. You were glad those two had patched things up.

"Shopping. I was thinking just food but it looks like you need boots too."

You looked down at the scuffed up toes of your boots and frowned at the peeling leather. "I've been saving up for a pair of Timberlands like yours, Kookie."

There was a groan from Jin as he rolled his eyes. "Of course Jungkook's girlfriend is also into Timbs."

Your nose scrunched as you scowled. "They're sturdy and good for winter! They also provide great ankle support."

Jungkook turned his attention away from Miri. "I’ll buy you a pair- an early birthday present."

You caught Namjoon nodding out of the corner of your eye. "There's a hole in your right sole. That'll be no good if it rains."

A glance at the bottom of your foot confirmed that there was indeed a hole in the heel, a stone wedged inside. You bent down and picked the stone out before glancing at Jungkook.

"You've already spent so much money on me."

He gave Miri one final pat before straightening up and making his way over to you. He wrapped the ends of your scarf around his fists and gave them a gentle tug.

"I'm buying my Jagi a birthday present even if you refuse."

You pouted. "You don't have to buy me expensive presents. I appreciate sentimental value over monetary value."

He smiled and pecked you on the forehead. "I'll get you a matching pair, a couples item."

Jin clearing his throat made you step away from each other, and you went about checking you had everything ready to shop.

Namjoon held your front door open, and you slipped your hand into Jungkook's as you walked down to the car. Idle chit chat happened between Jin and Namjoon as they discussed the upcoming comeback. Though they made sure not to go into too much detail as you had told them you didn't want it spoiled for you. You were still an ARMY, after all. Jungkook hummed quietly to himself, a small smile on his lips.

You squeezed his fingers to get his attention. "You seem happy."

He shrugged. "I am happy. Tired... But happy."

Down in the underground car park, Jin and Namjoon climbed into the front seats while Jungkook opened the backdoor for you.

"Well... after shopping maybe you and I can curl up and have a hot chocolate."

He beamed at you. "Can I sleep over too?"

You ran a mental check of the following day's schedule. The only thing that came to mind was an online lecture. But that wasn't until late afternoon.

"Sure. As long as you remember to pick up your pjs."

"I'll buy some bottoms while we're out."

You smiled and buckled yourself in. Jin started up the car and Namjoon connected his phone up to the stereo via Bluetooth, sparking a conversation between him and Jungkook about the artist which was playing. It was great to see they had patched things up, especially with Jungkook getting his own studio. Namjoon had always been someone Jungkook looked up to and admired so maybe Namjoon would take him under his wing and guide him.

Before you knew it, Jin was turning off a main road and into what seemed to be a more residential area of the city. Skyscrapers lingered a few miles away but for the most part you were surrounded by low rise businesses and housing.

He pulled into a supermarket car park and cut the engine.

"Alright everyone, masks and hats."

You looked around a little surprised, having forgotten that as idols they probably needed to disguise themselves when doing everyday stuff. Jungkook's somewhat carefree attitude towards your public outings had become the norm to you which meant you didn’t have either item. But you were once again surprised when Jungkook pulled out two of each. He slipped on a black beanie and handed a red one to you. Coincidentally, it matched your scarf.

You took one of the black masks and hooked it over your ears before pulling the hat on. You made a mental note to find the kitten mask Jungkook had given you many months ago.

"It’s sad we have to hide your pretty face, Jagi."

You shrugged. "I'm more upset I can't see yours."

You could just make out the signs of his bunny grin as his nose and cheeks crinkled.

"Okay, okay, split it up love birds. We got shit to do." Namjoon said, turning to face you, one hand grasping the back of Jin's seat.

Jungkook chuckled before settling back into his seat.

Jin looked to the leader. "What's the plan?"

Namjoon scratched his cheek in thought. "Y/N, you and Jungkook get the groceries for your apartment. Hyung and I will shop for the dorm."

**

You nodded, opening the door to hop out, swiftly followed by Jungkook and his hyungs. They fixed their masks into place and you began towards the entrance.

You took your phone out when inside and opened up the start of a shopping list you'd been compiling over the past few days.

"This is going to be expensive isn't it?"

Jungkook just silently patted you on the shoulder in consolation. You glanced behind you and pointed to the trolleys.

"That shall be needed."

Jungkook went over to get one and skid back over to you. "Hop in."

"No."

He pouted like a toddler denied of sweets. "Please~ Jagi."

You shook your head. He wasn't going to get you to sit in the trolley again like he had when you got the re-decoration supplies. He sagged against the trolley handle but didn't push you any further.

You looked down at the list then at the signs above the aisles. "First thing: milk."

He perked up. "You should get banana milk. It's cheaper than regular milk."

"I'm here to fuel my addiction not yours,” You mumbled, starting off away from the entrance.

He made a noise of complaint but followed along behind you until you reached the dairy aisle. You picked up your preferred choice of milk and quickly converted Korean won into British pounds.

"Jesus Christ! 2 pints of milk here costs the same as 4 back home!"

He pulled a face as if to say 'I told you so' and grabbed a carton of soy and banana milk.

"These are the cheapest. I suggest banana cause it tastes better."

You looked between the both of them and took the banana milk from his hand, placing it in the trolley with the regular milk.

"I'm willing to give the banana milk a try, but for today I'm still buying my normal milk."

He put the soy milk back on the shelf and turned to you with a cheeky grin. "Soon you will join me in the banana milk loving ways."

You scoffed. "I doubt it. It's full fat or nothing for me, baby."

You saw his eyes widen at the pet-name and you smirked beneath your mask. That reaction was priceless.

"Jagi, what's next?"

You looked back down at your list. Maybe you should've picked up these items as you passed them looking for the milk...

"I want to try and make my own Kimchi so the spice doesn't kill me."

Jungkook looked at you fondly, probably remembering your first trip to Korea. Your own mind went back to your near-death experience at the dinner table in the dorm.

"We don't want that to happen do we? I'll lead the way."

You followed along beside him through the store until he turned down the spice aisle. He slowed down to eye-up the shelves and shelves of product. You watched as he reached up and plucked a small, resealable bag of chilli flakes off the shelf.

"This should last you a while as you won't need much... at least to meet your taste requirements."

He smirked as you crossed your arms childishly. "It’s not my fault I grew up eating bland food."

He placed the packet in the trolley. "I'm sure after a while your taste buds will grow accustomed to it."

You grumbled to yourself as he led you down more aisles, picking up baechu cabbage, asian chives, spring onions, daikon radish and other necessities. He then led you to an aisle full of containers.

"These are what you make kimchi in nowadays. It used to be in earthenware pots but they're heavy and breakable. Though some still use them."

You put a few in the trolley. "Anything else you think I need?"

"Fish sauce though you could use a light soy sauce instead. And most normally have a small bit of meat or fish included."

You screwed your face up despite your mask hiding it from view. You added the bottle of soy sauce to the growing pile in the trolley.

"Definitely no meat for me."

Jungkook nodded to your phone, "Anything else you need?"

"Just some uh... feminine things..."

"Oh..." His hand went to the back of his neck as it usually did when he felt awkward. "I don't know where they are..."

You thanked god that your mask was covering your blush.

"Looks like we're going on a mini adventure... though you don't have to come into the aisle with me. I know it makes some guys...awkward."

He shifted on his feet but shook his head. "No, no. It's fine. You're my Jagi. I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I didn't know about those...things."

You were shocked to say the least. "O-oh! Yeah... true..."

The two of you looked at each other before looking away. He turned to grab the trolley. "Come on then..."

"It'll probably be near the shampoo section."

He wandered away and you followed behind, checking down every aisle until you recognised the colourful boxes and packets on the shelves.

"BunBun, wait! You walked past."

He skidded to a stop and spun in a circle, coming back over to you.

You gulped as you led him down the aisle. You had never bought or even mentioned feminine products around men before, only having heard through friends that the men in their lives didn’t care much or wanted anything to do with the ‘grossness’ of feminine hygiene. It seemed Jungkook was awkward, but willing to accept that fact of life.

You'd stopped to scan the wall of products to decipher what you needed. You were very much aware of Jungkook fidgeting, picking at the string of his mask.

"I'll try to be as fast as possible."

"D-d-don't worry about it. Take as long as you need."

Your need to translate the Korean slowed you down but you soon found what you needed among the large selection of choices. You went on your tiptoes to grab them but only succeeded in pushing them further away towards the back of the shelf. Fuck. You were too short. Typical. You let out a grunt of frustration but a hand on your shoulder and a warm body pressing against your back startled you.

"I've got it, Kitten."

Jungkook reached up and grabbed the packet with ease.    

"Just one?"

"Two please." You always liked back ups.

He got another and tossed them into the trolley, mumbling to himself something too low for your ears.

"What was that?"

His head whipped around. "Hm? Oh, nothing. I'm singing."

You narrowed your eyes but didn't push it.

"Is that all you needed?"

You checked your list.

"Just a few more bits and bobs."

Jungkook gave your hand a gentle tug as he sped up towards the lit up store front. You glanced behind at Namjoon and Jin who were too busy chatting to notice you advancing.

"BunBun, slow down." You giggled when he picked up the pace.

He immediately slowed. "Sorry. I'm just excited."

"I'm just getting a pair of shoes."

He let out a scandalised gasp, eyes blowing wide.

"Just buying a pair of shoes? We're getting your first pair of Timbs."

You rolled your eyes with a giggle.

"How long have you wanted to do this?"

"Since I knew I loved you."

"Yeah right."

"Are you doubting me? I never lie about anything to do with Timberlands."

You gasped in mock shock, a hand to your heart.

"What about me?!"

He glanced around before quickly lowering his mask and pressing a kiss to your cheek before fixing the mask back in place.

"Or you, Kitten."

Your brief exchange gave Namjoon and Jin enough time to catch up.

"I wonder if the store staff are going to recognise you Jungkookie. You're a regular customer after all." Namjoon joked, nudging the youngest with his elbow.

Jungkook turned to you. "I'll introduce you, Jagi. They might give you discount if you go in again without me."

"And here I thought you did most of your shopping online."

He shrugged. "I usually do. But for Timbs I make the exception."

He sent you a wink and pushed open the door to the store. A member of male member of staff looked towards the entrance as you walked through and beamed.

"Jungkook-ssi! Nice to see you again! And you brought company!"

The staff member nodded to Namjoon and Jin who raised a hand in a wave. Jungkook gave your hand a light squeeze.

"This is my Jagi, Y/N."

They awed. "Aren't you both just adorable. What brings our best customer here today?"

Jungkook pointed down to your worn out boots. "I refuse to let her walk around in those abominations any longer."

You shuffled in the trusty boots.

The staff sighed. "So what are we thinking? Classic tan...black...something colourful and exciting?"

Jungkook pulled down his mask. "I was thinking maybe she could have a pair that matches mine."

"That still leaves a lot of options." They laughed as they gestured for you to follow them. He led you over to the back wall where every height and shade of Timberland boot was on display.

"How about a pair that matches your classic tan pair?"

Jungkook shook his head.

"What about a matching silver pair?"

"I was thinking about getting her a black pair. They'll go with most of her clothes."

The staff member turned to you, a black pair in one hand and the tan in the other.

"What do you want?"

You took a moment to think.

"Black. They'll go well with the 3 dresses I own and everything else."

The staff put the tan shoe back and asked for your size before disappearing out the back to find a pair. Meanwhile, the four of you wandered around the store. You giggled as Jungkook practically bunny bounced from display to display. Namjoon admonished him for behaving childishly in public.

"But Oppa, look at him.” You spoke up, watching Jungkook with a goofy smile on your own face. “He looks like such a baby. Those overalls, the glasses and that striped sweater!"

Namjoon chuckled. "He does look like an oversized toddler."

Jungkook turned and stuck his tongue out at his leader. His beanie making him look even more like a toddler.

"My baby boy."

Jungkook spluttered and Namjoon smirked.

"Aw, hear that Jungkookie? Your noona says you're her baby boy."

You smothered a giggle as Jungkook pulled his mask back up but not quick enough to hide his reddening cheeks. The staff member returned with a box to the sound of Jin and Namjoon's laughter. Your own cackles spilled out at the staff member’s confused expression.

"She's definitely the one for you Jungkook-ssi."

Your boyfriend walked back over and wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"She is… Jagi sit down and try them on."

You did as he said, feeling rather self-conscious about how worn out your beloved boots looked. They were about to go into retirement. The staff handed you the Timbs and you slipped them on, standing up and stomping to make sure your foot was thoroughly inside. You wiggled your toes and paced around the store until eventually giving the staff member a thumbs up.

"Glad you like them, will you be wearing them out of the store?"

You nodded.

"Okay. If you could come up to the till please so we can get those paid for."

You hesitated for a moment. "How much will they be exactly?"

"Those are 247,500₩, miss."

Blood drained from your face as your brain did the maths. £170 for a pair of boots?! You looked up when you felt a hand against your lower back. Jungkook stepped forward already holding his wallet.

"I'm paying."

The staff member gave you a smile and nodded to the till point. Jungkook went to follow him when you grabbed his wrist.

"Kookie… they're too much."

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I don't mind, Kitten. Let me spoil you."

You pouted but let him walk away to pay and sat down with a huff.

The seat dipped next to you. "He said they're an early birthday present, Y/N." Jin said with a smile. "It's rude not to accept gifts from others."

"But he's already spent so much money on me. My two trips here, my moving here, all my signed merch and lets not forget my allowance is a portion of his earnings."

He rest a hand on your shoulder. "He's doing it because he loves you and wants you to be happy."

You sighed. You didn't need all the gifts and presents to be happy. You could understand the move. But all the rest was unnecessary.

"I feel so guilty about him spending so much on me. I wish I could repay him..."

Namjoon sat down on the other side of you. "Our Kookie isn't that good at expressing his emotions with words so he does it with actions instead. Your love, affection and reassurance is more than enough repayment in his eyes."

You looked between the two of them then down at your new boots.

"Thanks...I guess I'm not used to such generosity. I'm so grateful...for everything."

The two nodded in understanding but stayed quiet when they noticed Jungkook returning.

"All paid for! We can head back now."

Handing over your shopping bags to Jungkook, you dug around in your bag for your keys. You made a small noise of victory when you found them and shoved them into the lock. Twisting the key, you heard the lock click and turned the handle to swing the door open. You were met by a chorus of "Surprise!" causing your little group except Jin to jump in shock.

"Holy shit!" You shouted in reply before spotting a familiar but out of place face amongst Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok. Chubs.

"HOLY SHIT!"

She stepped around Taehyung and practically skipped towards you with a grin.

"Hi~" She opened her arms for a hug and you walked into her embrace.

"H-how...what the fuck are you doing here?!"

"I'm here for your house warming... and for Jungkook-oppa and Namjoon-oppa's birthday party."

You turned to Jungkook for an explanation but he looked as confused as you felt.

"Surprise!...again." Shouted Taehyung and Jimin.

Jin ushered Jungkook and Namjoon into the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"We felt bad that we never celebrated your birthdays properly due to comeback preparations. Yoongi suggested we throw one big party before the album release."

Jungkook still looked confused. "But we did celebrate my birthday."

Taehyung shook his head. "No, you celebrated your birthday. You didn't give us a chance to."

"And you said how you regretted not throwing a housewarming party for Y/N." Jimin added.

Hoseok continued where Jimin left off. "So Yoongi-hyung suggested we throw one big party. Jimin got Chubs’ KaKaoID off Jungkook's phone while he was asleep and had Jin-hyung translate the messages back and forth."

You looked to Chubs who had turned a light shade of pink.

"I wondered why you never replied to my messages last night."

She shrugged. "Sorry...I didn't have Wi-Fi on the flight."

From the corner of your eye you noticed Jungkook smile before heading off into the kitchen with your bags of shopping. Jin followed him while Namjoon went over to take a seat with the other members, leaving you and Chubs to talk.

"Thank you for coming all the way here. You must be exhausted."

She waved you off and explained how she'd slept a bit on the flight and in the car when Jimin and Yoongi picked her up.

You glanced aside at Jimin who was laughing at something Namjoon had said.

"I'm surprised you're as chill as you are stood in the same room as your bias."

"Trust me, I'm freaking out on the inside. Is this how you felt when you first came to Korea?"

You nodded. "Definitely. I thought I was dreaming."

Chubs sighed and glanced over her shoulder at the members spread out across the living room as if they owned the place. "You're the only thing stopping me from pinching myself right now."

"I think your lack of fluency in Korean would be another indicator that this isn't a dream."

Her already pink cheeks darkened a shade. "Oh god...I got lost in the airport 'cause I misread a sign. It was so embarrassing."

You laughed and patted her on the back in sympathy before confusion set in.

"Didn't they pick you up?"

She nodded pressing the palms of her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment. "This was on my way to baggage claim."

You started to laugh. "On your way to baggage claim? You just follow the crowd of people from your flight!"

"I don't even know what happened. I just got lost and had to be escorted to the baggage claim and was ten minutes late meeting them. I feel so embarrassed."

It couldn't be helped, more laughter bubbled out of you only interrupted by Jungkook wrapping his arm around your waist, obviously done in the kitchen. You caught sight of Jin also walking back into the living room.

"Guess what I found in there?"

He raised a bottle of peach flavoured makgeolli.

You grinned. "Is there more?"

He nodded and turned to Chubs. "Do you want one too, or do you already have a drink?"

She cleared her throat. "Uhm, no. That would be nice thank you."

The three of you went into the kitchen to find yourself drinks. You realised Jungkook had put most of the food away but left a bag in the corner away from the rest. You snuck a look inside and quickly put it in your bedroom. You didn't need the members looking for food and finding your feminine products instead. Upon entering your bedroom, you saw a ball of white fluff curled up on your bed. Miri. So that's where she was. You would have to bring in her food and water later.

You had to wonder where the alcohol came from, though that was answered when you walked back into the kitchen.

"We went into the corner store for snacks then Yoongi-oppa waltzed up to us with a basket full of alcohol... Is he the reason you're not allowed to through many parties?" Chubs asked as she looked through the fridge.

Jungkook got three glasses down from a cupboard and placed them on the worktop.

"Uhm, he's part of the reason..."

"Only part? What's the rest of the reason?" You asked, looking over Chubs' shoulder. Your eyes widened at the sight of a whole shelf packed with bottles of alcohol. Jesus, they planned to drink a lot.

You heard him hum. "We, uh, we've had noise complaints. Some of us can get a bit...loud."

Your stomach dropped, you didn't want any noise complaints...you’d just moved in!

"Maybe we should keep the alcohol to a minimum..."

Chubs hummed in agreement and closed the fridge. The two of you turned back to Jungkook who held out two glasses of the peachy drink.

"We've learnt our lesson. We'll be fine."

You side eyed him, somewhat doubting what he said but took the glass from him nonetheless. Chubs also accepted the drink and you both took a sip.

"Oo, it's fruity!" Chubs stated.

You took another sip, a little uncertain about the taste. Jungkook was watching you, eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Do you like it?"

"It tastes... nice..."

His face lit up in a smile, chuckles causing his shoulders to shake.

"I wonder if it cannibalism for a peach to drink a peach flavoured beverage."

You broke out into a fit of coughs which only made Jungkook smirk. Chubs shook her head while patting you on the back, seemingly unfazed.

"K-Kookie!" You choked out. "I-I'm not-t a p-peach!"

He raised a brow. "That's what you think. You don't have my view."

Your jaw dropped, momentarily stunned.

Chubs giggled. "Did you drink some of the makgeolli before asking us to try it?"

He made a pinching gesture to show he'd had a little. "I sipped it. Surprisingly, I've never had this before either."

You face palmed. One sip changed his behaviour already. You were about to reprimand him when the other members came barging in, locating the other bottles of alcohol effortlessly. Even Namjoon and Jin seemed to know where some were. Once everyone had a drink, you all began back into the living room.

Jin caught your arm just as you were about to leave the kitchen.

"Can I bring food into the living room? I thought I'd ask incase you were worried about us making a mess."

You could tell he was the hyung; when he wasn't messing around he was very responsible for the group.

"Uh, yeah sure. Just... be careful. I don't want stains on my carpet."

He nodded and proceeded to look through your cupboards. You noticed that some of the things him and Namjoon had bought for 'the dorm' were in there. Jin must've used the cover of shopping for the dorm to make Namjoon less suspicious too since the party was also for his birthday.

"Do you need any help?" He waved you off so you left him to it and joined the others in the living room.

Music blared as laughter filled the air. Jimin had collapsed over the arm of the sofa as Taehyung hugged your fake potted plant, calling it his wife. Namjoon was trying to talk to a drowsy Yoongi about the meaning of life. And Jungkook... Jungkook was clinging to you while you wiggled in his arms as his hands ran over the exposed skin of your stomach.

"You're so soft. How are you so soft?"

Giggles bubbled out of you uncontrollably whenever he touched a particularly sensitive patch of skin.

"BunBun~"

A giggle from a tipsy Chubs caught your attention. It seemed like Hoseok was trying to start a dance off with her. Though there was a language barrier, he was somewhat successful in getting his message across. Jungkook turned to look in the same direction, a smirk appearing as he looked back to you. He let go of you and wobbled before climbing onto your coffee table.

"Kookie, what are you-"

You were cut off by a loud whoop from Hoseok who grabbed the TV remote and turned up the volume of the Beyonce song playing on the music channel.

"Oh my god..."

You stared transfixed as Jungkook began to... twerk in front of you. His jiggling booty directly in your line of sight. His childish laughter was a clear sign that he was enjoying himself. You couldn't believe your eyes. There was your cute and dorky boyfriend, dressed in a striped sweater and denim overalls, shaking what his mama gave him like there's no tomorrow.

"Woo~ Go Jungkookie!" Taehyung yelled from his spot in the corner which only encouraged Jungkook to stop his booty shaking to swing his arms above his head as he spun around to face you.

"Kitten~ you should have a go!"

"No."

"But it's my birthday party!" Jungkook pouted.

"It's my house warming!"

He pushed his bottom lip out even further and made grabby hands towards you. He was an absolute baby. Your Baby Boy.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Jimin began to chant from the sofa. He reached over and pushed against your shoulder. "Goo~"

Jungkook continued with his grabby hands and you couldn't help but give in. Once on the table with him, you noticed Chubs slipping into an empty spot next to Jimin.

The smile that had slipped on your lips disappeared the second you felt a pair of hands on your hips making you sway in time with the beat.

"Jagi~ dance with me."

"I-I don't dance."

"She's lying!"

Your head snapped around to see Jin shaking his head at you. "You danced at BigHit with us so you can dance now!"

"Is this not your kind of song Jagi?"

Jungkook reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The music on the TV stopped as YouTube came up. He must have connected his phone to your TV. His fingers danced over his keyboard for a second as he thought of a song before quickly typing in 'Black Out' by VIXX.

There was a cheer from someone, you didn't care to see who as the song began to play. A funky beat started and you felt your hips rocking to it of their own accord. Fuck. That boy knew you too well. Speaking of, his face nestled into your neck and you could practically feel his smile.

"Who knew you liked such a... sensual song, Kitten."

One of your hands found its way to the back of his neck and lightly pinched at his skin.

"Don't push it." You mumbled. "I'm only dancing because I can't say no to how adorable you look right now."

"Adorable? I'd rather you call me handsome but I'll take what I can get."

"You are absolutely adorkable."

He huffed in amusement, placing a kiss on your neck that had you squeaking in shock. He raised his head to giggle. A little tipsy yourself, you couldn't help but smile.

"Yah! Loverbirds! We're waiting for a show!" Namjoon shouted.

"Yeah!"

Your cheeks became heated as you shot a glare at Chubs. Jungkook's hands on your waist coaxed you into swaying with him. Your cheeks became even more heated as the chorus kicked in and the lyrics 'I'm thinking your body' rang out clearly through the room. Words couldn't explain how embarrassed you were, and if you weren't as tipsy as you were you wouldn't have even stepped foot on the coffee table to begin with. Your phone vibrating in your pocket temporarily distracted you, though you kept rocking. It was a Vlive notification. BTS had gone live? You tapped on it only to be greeted to the sight of yourself and Jungkook dancing on the table.

"You're broadcasting this?!"

Taehyung laughed, plant hugged to him with one arm while his other hand held up his phone. Jungkook stole a look at your phone before turning so you were facing away from Taehyung.

"How many people are watching?"

There was a pause. "Ten thousand- wait...thirty thousand."

Thirty fucking thousand ARMYs were watching you pressed up against Jungkook.

"Hyung!" Jungkook turned you around and pressed your face into his neck to try and hide you. "This isn't how I wanted ARMY to meet my Jagi."

The two of you stopped dancing and you heard the volume of the music decrease as the sound of voices grew louder.

You lifted your head to see Namjoon get out of his seat and head over to Taehyung.

"Make it front facing. Make it front facing." There was a pause, presumably switching the camera, "ARMY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!"

With Namjoon occupying the Vlive audience, you grabbed Jungkook's hand and pulled him off the coffee table. You fell onto the sofa next to Chubs who was giggling into her glass of drink.

"I hate you lot."

Jungkook once again wrapped an arm around you, his other hand stroking through your hair. That must've been an effect of drinking, he wasn't normally so... handsy. You snuggled against his chest, wanting to make yourself as small as possible so that if the phone was turned back to you they wouldn't see you.

Chubs groaned and pushed you back when your wiggling caused her to shove up against Jimin. Jimin gave her a shy smile while you mumbled out an apology.

"Yah! It's Jungkook's birthday party too... And Y/N's house warming!" Jin shouted, walking out of the kitchen with yet more snacks.

Jin placed the food on the coffee table and squished himself between Namjoon and Taehyung to greet the audience.

"Y/N, ARMY say they wanna see you!"

"They just saw me dancing against Jungkook." You mumbled, "I'm too embarrassed."

Jimin took Taehyung's phone and passed it to Hoseok who knelt down in front of you and Jungkook.

"Our Y/N-ie is shy~ And Jungkookie is hiding her face. I think he doesn't want to share her."

Jungkook's arms tightened around your frame and you felt his chin come to rest on the top of your head.

"She's my Jagi. No one can have her."

"ARMY aren't going to steal her." Jimin said before downing the last of his drink.

You felt Jungkook press a kiss to the top of your head and you giggled into his chest, still not wanting to show your face to however many fans watching.

"They can't steal her because I'm here to protect her."

There was an 'aw, cute' from beside you and you stuck your foot out to nudge Chubs.

"What was that Kookie? You just spoke in English."

"I said I'm here to protect her so she can't be stolen."

This time you were met with a chorus of 'aw's from the members.

"Look at the comments! ARMY really want to meet her officially."

A beat of silence.

"My Jagi has bad anxiety though... I don't want to force her." His voice had taken a childish tone, definitely pouting. He was your baby.

With a deep breath you raised your head and shifted so you weren't tucked into Jungkook's side but leaning against him.

Hoseok gave a small cheer and angled the phone so more of you was in it.

"Say hi to ARMY!"

"H-hi... hello. I'm Y-Y-Y/N.”

Hoseok made a noise of amazement when the comment section began to fly up the screen. Your stomach twisted anxiously as you managed to catch sight of your name in a few of the comments.

Jungkook leant forward. "Waaah~ They're all so excited to finally meet you! Even Japanese fans!"

Japanese fans?

"Really? Oyasuminasai minna-san (Good evening everyone)."

The room went silent as everyone turned to stare at you.

"What?"

"You can speak Japanese?!" Jungkook's eyes were wide, sparkling with amazement.

"A bit... I'm still learning."

"Jagi! We can learn together!"

You grinned at him and nodded, momentarily forgetting about the audience watching you talk. "That sounds like fun BunBun!"

"How much do you know?"

"Not a lot..."

A shit eating grin appeared on his face. "I guess I'll be the teacher this time... Until you catch up with me."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "But you were my teacher when I was learning Korean."

"Oh... oh yeah!"

You laughed. He must have forgotten due to drinking. A whine from across the room drew you attention away from Jungkook.

"Hyung~ Gimme my phone~ I wanna talk to ARMY." Taehyung had since led down on the floor, but still had an arm curled around the plant pot. He really loved that plant.

A few bottles of Soju later and Taehyung was hugging the toilet as well as the plant, having dragged the thing with him across the apartment. Yoongi was asleep in the bathtub for some reason. Namjoon was asleep with his head in Jin's lap and Hoseok was collapsed in the hallway, one hand outstretched towards the door. A finger was pressed to your lips when you giggled at the sight of a sleeping Chubs slumped against Jimin’s shoulder, a bag of open snacks crushed between them.

"Jagi~ Shush." Jungkook whispered as you headed towards your bedroom.

"But whhhy~? We can... we can take pictures of them!"

"Shhhh~"

He twisted the handle and swung the door to your room open. You both awed at the sight of Miri still asleep on the bed, Jungkook entered the room first to move her off. You giggled again and leapt onto your bed, bouncing for a second at the impact. Turning onto your back, you made grabby hands at Jungkook.

"Come here KooKoo. Your Jagi wants you to join her."

He shut the door before crawling onto the bed. You let out a groan when he collapsed on top of you, wiggling to get comfy.

"Mmm, I love you~ So so much. I hope you had fun today."

He nuzzled into your neck, making a content noise while you huffed.

"Move. Need. Air."

"No~" He whined. "Wanna cuddle."

You managed to sneak a hand between your bodies and push against his shoulder. His drunken state made rolling him over easier than expected and then it was your turn to collapse on top of him.

"Jagiya~"

He was such a whiny baby. But he was your baby. The whining was kinda cute though.

You shifted to rest your head in his neck, mirroring his previous position. His hands were warm on your lower back having sneaked beneath your t-shirt to trace patterns on your skin.

"Did you enjoy your party too, Baby?"

He nodded. "Of course, you, Bangtan and ARMY were there!"

He pecked you on the lips. You pulled away with a smile and booped your nose against his.

"Your friends...they're funny...what if Tae-oppa runs away with my plant?"

He shook his head. "KooKoo will chase him down. And they're your friends too."

"I know, but they were your friends first."

Another peck. "Doesn't matter. We share them now."

"So you can share them but not me?!"

"I don't love them the same way I love you."

Your lips spread into a goofy smile which he mirrored, eyes scrunching up as his nose wrinkled.

"I love you too my adorkable BunBun."

This time you leant up and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering longer than a mere peck. Your lips moved to his cheek as you took a breath before lightly kissing his nose. Giggles bubbled out of him as you continued to litter kisses across his skin, pulling back every few pecks just to see his eyes sparkle in amusement. Then your lips found his again, moving at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sensation. It had been so long since you felt like you could share this side of you with someone. That you could trust someone enough.

Your mind was a little fuzzy due to the alcohol, but you remembered a mental note you'd made while making out in his studio. You slipped a hand into his hair and gave the short strands a gentle tug. A moan slipped past his lips and you relished in the sound. It was music to your ears. You wanted to hear more of that sound, the sound that sent your heart into a flurry. Made your thoughts blurry. Some part of you, a part you buried out of fear of others, sparked up in the back of your mind. A part of you that had missed the physical intimacy. You hadn't wanted to seclude and hide yourself from those you loved but... but you had to keep yourself safe. Jungkook was a miraculous respite from that paranoia. You made a small noise of protest when he broke the kiss to catch his breath.

Wanting to hang onto the moment for a touch longer, you began littering kisses across his cheek and jaw. You gave his hair another, but slightly harder, tug so his head was at an angle that gave you better access to his neck.

"N-Noona..."

Beautiful. Just as beautiful as you thought it would be. You nipped harshly at a particularly sensitive area, teasing more delicious moans from him. This wasn't like you though. Sober you wouldn't be so hasty or careless. But you weren't sober in that moment.

"J-jagi, we... we need to stop. We're drunk."

You hummed but didn't pull away.

"Y/N..."

You pressed one final kiss to his neck before raising your head with a pout.

"But I don't wanna."

He ran his fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath.

"We're drunk. If you were sober we wouldn't be doing this... We both need to be sober and ready before we go any further..." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I want to keep you safe and happy."

"But I am."

"No. No you're not. You're vulnerable. We both are."

You held his gaze for a few seconds until you felt yourself start to get lost in those deep brown eyes of his. You shook yourself out of it. He was right. You were drunk.

"I... I'm sorry. God I'm sorry. I-I keep ending up in these situations. I'm such an idiot-"

"It's not your fault. It is never your fault." He shifted to cradle your head to his chest. "You are never to blame for the actions of others. If people can't control themselves around those who are vulnerable then they are less than people. Now let's sleep. I'm sobering up."

The two of you moved to lie beneath the duvet, pulling it right up beneath your chins to stay warm.

"You talk too much when drunk." You mumbled.

You felt his chuckle rumble in his chest. "You're pouty when drunk."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Look at you being adorable."

He'd lightly pinched your cheeks and jiggled them, making him burst into giggles.

You pushed his hands away. "I'm not adorable! I'm a badass!"

"I would be convinced if it weren't for your slight slur."

You slapped his chest and turned away from him. "Fuck you. I'm going to sleep."

"Finally."

You huffed and used the light streaming in through your open curtains to find your Kookie bear. You clutched him to your chest and buried your nose into his fur.

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him.

"Goodnight, Yeobo.”