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[joy-girl]

hi! where did you read the new chapter? the website i use doesn't have it yet 👀👀

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[lyranova]

I don't think I've made a request for your autumn event? So here goes! Can I get a platonic interaction for Zera & Josele with the prompt "do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?" Maybe Zera is pregnant with Alistar and the ladies muse about future kids. Or maybe they're just talking about the future... Hope that makes sense. 💖

Hiya Erika!! Of course you may, and no worries this made complete sense 😁! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I apologize that it took so long, but I hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for allowing me to write Josele 🥺💕!

Word Count: 1,581

Warnings: Pregnancy

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“ Do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?”

“ Hm? What brought this question on all of a sudden?” Josele asked as she turned towards her friend, Zera, with a small frown on her face.

The question seemed random, but at the same time, it didn’t really seem random at all considering Zera was currently 8 months pregnant and Josele and Nacht had just adopted a five year old girl.

“ I dunno…maybe our conversation at the baby shower?” She hummed in reply as she leaned back in her chair.

“ Which one? If I remember right we talked about a lot of things that day.” Josele pointed out as she also leaned back in her chair.

“ The last one, where I said I hoped that our children could all become friends when they got older.” She replied as she smiled fondly at the memory.

A smile mimicking Zera’s worked its way onto Josele’s face as well; her baby shower had been full of happy and sad emotions, but also hopeful ones too.

And right now, if anyone could use a little bit of hope, it was Zera.

“ Don’t tell me you’re already planning various play dates between all of our kids?” Josele asked with a playful grin.

“ Of course not!” Zera tried to say, but when she watched her friend raise a skeptical brow she sighed.

“ Okay, maybe I am; but so what? It’s fun to think about the future!”

Josele hummed and her gaze shifted away as she got lost in thought…

When she was young, she used to think about the future all the time; she wanted to travel, continue her Magic Knight duties, spend time with Yami, Nacht, and William, marry Morgen, and even have a family with him.

But then, Morgen died; and everything she had planned and wanted for the future, their future, died with him.

And for over ten years, she didn’t really think about the future again; having resigned herself to living in the shadows as a shadow until she joined Morgen again in the afterlife.

However, that all changed when she reunited with Nacht…

When she met Nacht again, and he helped to break her curse, she suddenly began to think about the future again; she began to think of a future where she didn’t stay in the shadows and live as one of them, instead, she began to imagine a future where she stood in the light with her shadow prince at her side, and her shining sun looking down on her with a gentle smile on his face.

It was a different future, but a bright one nonetheless.

“ Hello~, earth to Josele!” She blinked when she suddenly heard Zera calling her name.

“ Huh? Oh, sorry!” She quickly apologized, but Zera shook her head.

“ It’s okay, you’ve been through a lot the last few years, and you’ve been through even more just in the last year or two,” She said as she reached out and took Josele’s hand.

“ Says the one who met their husband, nearly went to jail, then got married, and then had their husband kidnapped all in the span of six months.” Josele pointed out as she gave her friend's hand a small squeeze.

“ That’s just another day in the life of a Captain’s wife, isn’t it?” She said with a shrug and grin, making Josele laugh in response.

She had a point.

“ Anyway, since you’re still thinking about your answer, is it okay for me to tell you mine?” Zera asked as she leaned forward, grabbed her tea cup, and took a sip.

Josele nodded as she watched her friend set her tea cup down onto the coffee table before leaning back in her chair again.

“ In ten years I see myself in the common realm with a big plot of land, a decent sized house, a beautiful garden, and at least five kids!” Zera said as she held up her hand.

“ Five kids? I’m surprised you don’t want more.” Josele teased before taking a sip of her own tea.

“ Oh I certainly want more kids,” Zera said with a smirk. “ but I think William can only handle the thought of us having five or less at the moment.”

Josele chuckled and shook her head.

“ You said you see yourself living in the common realm; does that mean you’re wanting, or hoping, that William will retire?” She asked curiously as she set her tea cup down.

Zera sighed and gave a half-shrug.

“ Well, I would love it if he retired someday, especially if we have multiple kids under the age of ten by that time. But, I don’t know if he actually will or not, considering he still wants to atone for what he did during the elf invasion…” Zera told her friend softly.

Josele nodded in understanding; after everything William had done before and during the elf invasion, he promised he would spend the rest of his life serving the Clover Kingdom as a way to atone for his crimes.

“ Aren’t there other ways for him to atone for his crimes and serve the kingdom? He doesn’t have to be a Magic Knight.” She pointed out, which made the plant mage sigh.

“ There are, but he said being a Magic Knight is his life,” She said with a shake of her head.

Josele nodded in understanding; that was a sentiment all Magic Knights, or most, shared about their job. Being a Magic Knight was their life, it was something they poured all their blood, sweat, and tears into, it was something they lived and breathed.

Being a Magic Knight was more than just a job to some, which made it that much harder to give it up.

“ So, how can I argue with that?” Zera continued with a small laugh.

“ You tell him that things change, that life changes, and he needs to change with it so that he doesn’t get left behind.” Josele suggested as she picked up her tea cup and took a sip.

“ Sounds like you have a lot of personal experience with that,” Zera said with a knowing smile as she also raised her tea cup to her lips before taking a sip.

Josele blushed a bit before nodding slightly; it was not a secret to her friends just how much her life changed over the years, and how she had to adapt to it all.

Though, some of her methods of adapting were…somewhat questionable.

“ But I’ll remember what you said, and I’ll be sure to make that argument to William when we argue about him retiring.” Zera said with a grin that made Josele chuckle.

The women jumped as the clock on the wall chimed, signaling the hour, and when Josele looked at the time she gasped.

“ It’s that late already? I have to go, the Bulls are throwing a small party tonight.” Josele said as she set her tea cup down onto the coffee table.

Zera nodded in understanding as she set her tea cup down as well.

“ Don’t worry, we can have another little tea party later,” She told her friend with a wave of her hand as she saw the apologetic look on Josele’s face.

“ Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Josele asked in concern as she helped her pregnant friend to stand up.

Zera nodded as she placed her hands on her hips.

“ I’ll be fine! Sheesh, you, the girls, and William worry too much!” She said as she waved her friend's concern away.

But Josele still wasn’t convinced; for the past few months of her pregnancy, Zera had been slowly growing weaker and more sickly, and even right now she looked a little more tired than she had when Josele first arrived.

“ Oh, that’s right, I have something for you!” Zera exclaimed with a clap of her hands before quickly turning around and walking out of the room.

She quickly returned and giggled at the confused look on Josele’s face.

“ Here, it’s your birthday today right? Happy Birthday, Josele!” She exclaimed cheerfully as she handed her a small, yet beautifully decorated, box.

She blinked in surprise as she hesitantly took the gift from her friend.

“ You remembered? Even with everything going on?” She asked softly as she looked up from the box to her friend's smiling face.

“ Of course I did! It actually gave me something else to focus on besides…you know, being on bedrest and stuff.” Zera said with a sheepish laugh as she rubbed the back of her head.

Josele looked back down at the box and smiled softly. She…didn’t know what to say…for her friend to remember her birthday even with all of the stressful things going on in her life and with her pregnancy…

She walked up to Zera and gave her a tight, but gentle, hug.

“ Thank you, Zera, thank you so much.”

Zera nodded before wrapping her arms around her friend and hugging her tightly back.

“ Of course, what are friends for?”

When Josele returned to the Black Bulls hideout and opened Zera’s gift she felt her eyes well with tears and her heart filled with warmth.

Inside the box was an empty scrapbook with a little note from Zera on the front page.

“ For all the beautiful and precious memories that I know you, Nacht, and all of your future children will make together when the time comes!

Thank you for being my friend, and I give you and your growing family all of my love.

Zera.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you have a good day~!

[minisugakoobies]

Happy Hour 2: The Hyungs Strike Back | Hyung Line

Pairing: Hyung Line x Reader, kinda?

Genre: Crack. Just pure crack. Over 4K of ridiculousness this time. Non-Idol!AU.

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, drug use, implied smut (still marking it as M just to be safe), the maknae line are at it again

Word Count: 4.4K

Disclaimers: NSFW, I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: While back home for another holiday, your brother Jungkook and his friends convince you to go late night bowling with them. Surely this won't end as badly as the last time you went out, right?

A/N: Bloobs brought me another scenario featuring my beloved maknaes and I couldn't resist writing a sequel to Happy Hour! Here's how her brilliant prompt started: "You've laid low since the night at Pied Piper. Jungkook thinks it would be great to take you and his friends out to late night bowling. Neon lights, top 40 hits, cheap beer. What could go wrong?" What, indeed? 😁You can read the rest of her beautiful scenario here. Thank you for inspiring me again, Bloobs! 💜

Unbeta’d of course. If you like this nonsense, please let me know - my inbox is always open! 💕

Previous: Happy Hour

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Jungkook pulls into a parking spot and kills the engine of his car. He glances at you. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Just a minute.” Turning in your seat, you face the two younger men sitting in the back. “Okay. Before we go in there, what are the rules again?”

Taehyung sighs. “Really, Noona? You’ve already made us repeat these a dozen times on the way here.”

“Yes, really,” you say, giving him a sharp look. “One more time.”

“Fine. Rule number one: no one is allowed to buy or give any drinks to Noona.”

“Correct. No one is handling my drinks tonight except me.” You look at the other man, who smiles angelically. This makes you narrow your eyes. “Jimin? What’s rule number two?”

“No taking any videos or photos with my phone. If Noona so much as sees my phone at any point, she will rain thunder down on me.” Jimin scrunches up his cherubic face, adjusting the thick headband that holds his blond hair back. “I don’t even know what that means, Noona.”

“Well, god help you if you find out tonight, Minnie,” you inform him.

“Aw, don’t you trust me?” He holds his hands up at the murderous glint in your eye. “My phone will stay in my pocket! I promise!”

You tilt your head towards your brother. “Jungkook?”

“If at any time Noona appears to be reaching the bad stages of drunkenness, I am to remove her from the premises immediately.” He wrinkles his nose. “I’m just supposed to know what 'the bad stages’ are?”

“Trust me. You’ll know.” You square your shoulders. “Okay. Let’s get it.”

Sure, the rules might be overkill, but this is your first public appearance in your hometown since that drunken disaster at Pied Piper last month, so you’re not taking any chances. You almost didn’t come back to town for another visit, but you couldn’t stand being away from your family for the holidays.

Unlike your parents, who departed this morning for some remote cabin in the woods on a “rustic Christmas” getaway. Whatever. At least they’d left you with a full fridge for the weekend.

Honestly, part of you wants to grab your brother’s keys and hightail it back to your parents’ house right now, but you know you can’t hide forever. So when the trio asked you to go late night bowling with them, promising it wouldn’t be a repeat of the happy hour incident, you gave in. You have a hard time saying no to these three.

And they know it.

You had no idea that bowling is such a popular Friday night activity, but there’s only one lane available when you get to the register. The bored young man behind the counter hands out your shoes and tells you you’re on lucky #13.

“I’m going to grab us a pitcher,” Jungkook says. “You sure you don’t want a drink, Noona?”

“Rule number one, Jungkook.” No one will be feeding you any drinks tonight. “I’ll grab one later. Gonna take it slow for now.”

As you and the other boys saunter towards your reserved lane, you’re starting to feel pretty good about deciding to come out tonight. No one’s staring at you or pointing and laughing or doing anything you’d been afraid of. Plopping down in one of the hard plastic seats attached to your table, you listen to Taehyung and Jimin argue about whose name should be “ASS” on the automatic scorer as you tie on the ugly bright red and blue bowling shoes.

When you straighten up, those good feelings slide right down the drain as you spot the four men in the neighboring lane.

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter as Hobi, Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon all look your way.

These are the last faces you were hoping to see tonight. Well, three of them, anyway.

“Baby!” Hobi coos as he bounds over and picks you up in a big bear hug. You giggle a little before insisting he put you down. The two of you saw quite a bit of each other the last time you were in town, but you haven’t heard anything from him since. “I’m so happy to see you again.” He wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind, and you can feel just how happy he is through the loose grey sweatpants he wears.

“Hey hyungs!” Taehyung waves. “Having a good night?”

“We were,” Jin replies, shooting you a dirty look.

“Hey,” Yoongi drawls your name. “Are you taking requests for your serenades tonight? Can I request that you wait until I’ve left the building?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything, dark eyes blinking slowly at you. You’re not sure what that means but you don’t think you like it.

Jungkook appears at that moment, pitcher in one hand, plastic cups in the other. As soon as he sets everything down, you wiggle free from Hobi’s grasp, grab a cup, and pour yourself a drink. Forget rule number one. You need beer, and you need it now.

“Uh, Noona?” Jungkook asks as you lift the cup to your lips. “Are you sure you want to drink that? Don’t you want to take it slow?”

You pause, scanning the faces around you. Everyone seems to be breathlessly waiting to see if you’re going to chug the beer. Especially Taehyung and Jimin, who are both grinning like madmen.

Oh, no. You’re not doing this again. Setting the cup down, you sigh. You can handle the barbs and jabs from your former crushes tonight. It’s not worth getting drunk and risking ending up the star of another series of home movies from hell.

“You’re right, Jungkook. Thanks.”

Taehyung and Jimin both visibly deflate as you grin at your brother. Ignoring the death glare Jin is still leveling your way and the snide comments Yoongi keeps dropping, you stand and approach the lane. With a strong throw, your bowling ball hurtles down the waxy wooden paneling and smashes into the pins, knocking all ten down.

Oh yeah. You’ve got this.

“Noona. Nooooooo-naaaaaaa. Wakey wakey.”

A gentle voice is murmuring in your ear. Is it Hobi again? You reach out and your hand sinks into a thick mop of hair.

“Hobi,” you smile into your pillow, eyes still shut tight, “your hair is so soft, baby.”

“Thanks, Noona,” the voice replies, “I do an avocado and honey mask twice a week. But I’m not Hobi?”

Oh no. No no no.

You recognize that voice now that sleep has abandoned you, but you don’t want to open your eyes.

“Come on, Noona, we know you’re awake,” your brother’s voice joins the fray. “Give it up.”

Goddamn it.

Jungkook and Jimin peer down at you in concern as you blink slowly in the bright sunlight streaming into your parents’ living room. You’re lying on the floor, a couch cushion flattened under your cheek.

Taehyung is lying next to you, smiling brilliantly. Your fingers are still tangled in his hair.

“Fuck!” you yell, pulling your hand away. “Why are you lying here? Oh god, please tell me we didn’t - “

“Oh, no, Noona, we didn’t do anything!” Taehyung reassures you, waving his hands. “I was just trying to wake you.” He taps his watch. “It’s almost one, sleepyhead!”

You sit up, rubbing your eyes. Glancing down, you realize you’re wearing your clothes from last night, but your shirt is on backwards. “Why am I dressed like this and why was I on the floor?”

“We were hoping you’d tell us,” Jimin states, clucking his tongue.

Your brother gestures to the plate on the coffee table. “I made you breakfast. Again.”

“You’re a goddamn saint, Jungkook. Santa better bring you everything you asked for this year.” You tuck into the egg sandwich he’s prepared for you.

Your chewing slows as you realize the boys are all staring at you. “Oh god. What now?”

“If you don’t know why you slept down here, I’m guessing you can’t recall most of your night before that, either?” Jungkook asks. He grabs the cushion and puts it back, then stretches out on the couch.

Now that he mentions it, you can’t. But - how could that -

“YOU ASSHOLES!! You got me drunk again, didn’t you?” You can’t believe it. After all their promises to you, all the reassurances that they knew the rules! All the threats of grievous bodily harm! “Goddamn it, I knew I shouldn’t trust you!”

“Whoa! We did no such thing!” Taehyung yelps. “You didn’t have anything to drink last night! I swear!”

Confused, you look at your brother, who simply nods. “He’s telling the truth. You nearly started chugging beer when we first got there, but changed your mind. None of us saw you drink a single drop of alcohol all night.”

“And believe me, we were watching,” Jimin adds.

“But I don’t remember anything! I mean, I remember getting to the alley, and finding our lane, and… oh god, everyone was there. Hobi, and Namjoon, and Yoongi. And Jin? I think?” You lean back against the couch, head in your hands. “And then it’s all just a big blur. What happened?”

“Great question!” Taehyung beams. “We were hoping you’d ask that.”

“‘We’?” your brother mutters under his breath.

“Oh, fuck me, please don’t say it,” you beg. But you know what’s coming and there’s no way to stop it.

“LET’S ROLL THAT TAPE!”

Deja vu smacks you directly upside the head as your face suddenly fills the tv screen. You turn into a banshee. “JIMIN I TOLD YOU NO PHONES!”

Then the camera shifts, pulling back, and you realize, to your horror, you’re the one holding it.

“Oh no, Noona,” Jimin smirks from his perch on your parents’ armchair. “I kept my promise! But you never said anything about your phone.”

What the fuck?!

“Hold on, how the fuck are you playing this if I took it?”

Jimin holds up the phone in his hands. It’s yours.

If the pitch of your voice gets any more shrill, only dogs will be able to hear you. “How do you know my passcode?!?”

Video You giggles, and holds the camera out to widen the view, revealing Hobi sitting behind you. Well, underneath you, as you’re on his lap. Yoongi is next to Hobi, head tipped back as he stares at the laser lights dancing overhead.

“You feeling good, baby?” Hobi says to Video You.

“I can’t believe I forgot how amazing molly makes me feel!” Video You raves, leaning back against Hobi as he wraps an arm around you.

Oh shit. Not molly. You and Hobi had taken it a few times together at some parties over the years. It led to some… interesting nights. The ones you could recall, at least. How fucking stressed had you been last night that you’d decided ecstasy was a good idea??

“You coming home with me tonight?” Hobi asks as Video You nods and attacks his mouth with your own.

“Just giving the milk away, huh, Noona?” Taehyung inquires.

“Fuck off, Tae.”

The camera flips to show your brother preparing to take his turn. As he steps up to throw the ball, it flips back to you and Hobi, who turns to Yoongi. “You want to join us, hyung? You know three’s the magic number. ”

THUD!

“Awww, poor baby bro got a gutter ball!” Video You crows into the camera as Yoongi looks questioningly at Hobi over your shoulder.

“Are you serious?”

Hobi shrugs. “Just asking. I know you’re always up for a good time. So are we, right?” He nudges your cheek with his nose as you laugh. The camera wobbles as you zoom in on Yoongi.

“We are. Come on, Yoongi,” Video You begs in what you can only describe, to your absolute shame, as a pouty baby voice as Yoongi stares impassively at the lens. “Don’t you want to play with us?”

“Jungkook, come on, finish your frame!” Taehyung’s voice calls from offscreen. The camera tilts again and shows Jungkook stepping up to the lane.

“Try to get one this time, Jungkookie. Just one!” Video You cheers, apparently trying to be supportive, and your brother swings his arm back as Yoongi’s voice declares, “Okay, but if we get into a double penetration situation, I want - ,” and his voice is cut off by Video You’s scream as your brother’s grip on his bowling ball slips and it flies backwards, smashing into a plastic chair and breaking it.

Present day you is also screaming as the video stops. Your brother and his friends all stare at you.

“Okay,” you begin, hands folded in front of your mouth once you stop shrieking. “So… I didn’t get drunk, but I was rolling on molly last night.”

“Looks that way,” Taehyung replies.

“I’m pretty sure Yoongi gave it to you. And Hobi. And god knows who else,” Jimin snorts. “He was definitely on it last night.”

You nod, absorbing. “And Jimin didn’t touch his phone. Because I decided to record myself… evidently arranging a threesome.”

“Correct,” Jimin states as your brother buries his face in a pillow.

This is fine.

“I mean, this could have been worse.”

Jungkook springs up and throws his hands in the air. “I don’t know if you noticed, but it kind of sucked for me! The three of you were so loud making your plans that I ended up breaking the chair off the table! I had to pay for that shit!”

“Well, serves you right for being a puritan. Polyamory is a valid lifestyle,” you sniff. Jungkook just lets out a wordless scream and flops back down on the couch. Taehyung giggles, and you squint at him.

“Tae, is your nose all bruised?”

Taehyung coughs. “Uh, it’s probably just the lighting in here.”

“So, I’m guessing I came home with those two last night?” You grab your sandwich and start eating again. Your appetite has returned now that you know what happened.

Plus you need your strength if you have Hobi and Yoongi waiting upstairs.

“Wellllllll…” Taehyung stretches the word out to several syllables, and you blink.

“Oh please no.”

“Cue it up, Jimin!”

Any thought of snatching your phone from Jimin’s hands is quickly wiped away by the sight on screen.

“Oh my god, what is Namjoon doing?”

The phrase that immediately comes to mind is “working it out.” As the camera focuses on the tall drink of water that is your former crush, you realize that -

“Oh my god, is he giving me a lap dance??”

As you watch in half-horror, half-delight, the camera angle tilts like you’re holding it over your head, aiming down to show the tree trunk thighs that straddle your lap. It pans up to Namjoon’s face. His eyes are closed as he sings, head bobbing to, well, you’re not quite sure.

“What is the song playing?” You tilt your head, trying to hear better. “Is that -

“Miley Cyrus’s ‘Party in the USA?’ Yes, Namjoon-hyung is grinding it out to Hannah Montana,” Taehyung answers happily.

“But he’s not dancing on the beat, and that’s not what he’s singing.” God, the lyrics seem familiar, but you can’t quite place the off-key notes that Namjoon is warbling into the camera.

Video You whoops loudly. “Fuck yeah, baby! Work those hips, Joonie!”

“Molly really brings out Noona’s inner cheerleader.”

“Too bad she’s a real shit cheerleader.”

“Shut it, Tae, Jungkook, I’m still trying to figure out the song!”

“He’s singing ‘I Want You,' by Madonna,” Jimin informs the room.

You all stare at Jimin.

“What? It’s a good fucking song.”

Turning your attention back to the video, you cringe but laugh as Namjoon croons “I want you to want me, baby, just like I want youuuuuuu.” You can hear Yoongi and Hobi shouting encouragement in the background, and a few dollar bills float into the frame.

Namjoon suddenly thrusts hard to the beat that only he can hear, knocking the phone out of your hand. As Video You fumbles to recover it, the camera catches him losing his balance, sticking a foot in the pizza on the table behind him. He scrambles, knocking a pitcher of beer directly into Jimin’s lap. The camera cuts off as Jimin leaps up, shaking out his sweatpants and screeching “THESE ARE VERSACE!”

You’re cackling loudly enough to wake the dead.

“Oh my god, that was amazing! Fuck, I wonder if that was Joon’s first time on molly?” Who knew that mountain could move like that?

“Yeah, well, I hope he enjoyed it, because I’m sending him the dry cleaning bill for my pants,” Jimin huffs. “I smelled like beer the rest of the night.”

Again, you can live with this.

“Okay, so Joon brought me home, then?”

“Let’s go to the videotape one more time!”

“GODDAMN IT.”

Once again, you’re watching yourself on the screen, but this time there’s no phone in your hand. Video You dances near the rack, rubbing your hands over the bowling balls in a manner clearly meant to be sensual, but falls well short of the mark. You quickly realize that Hobi is now in control of the camera as his voice booms, “That’s it, baby! Show us what you’re working with!”

“Why am I always singing?,” you murmur as Video You loudly, and poorly, caterwauls, “We’re gonna score tonight! We’re gonna sco-or-rrrre to-nigh-ight!”

“Excellent choice, Noona. Grease 2 is an underrated classic,” Jimin enthuses, and although you agree with him, you still chuck a pillow at him.

The camera pans to show Yoongi watching you with his mouth hanging open. Video You also notices and stops your terrible rendition. As you cower behind a pillow on the floor, Video You struts over to where Hobi and Yoongi are sitting and suddenly bends over in front of them, showing off a lacy pink thong sticking out of the back of her jeans.

“Oh Jesus god!” You really didn’t need a closeup of your ass, but Hobi was all too happy to provide one anyway, judging by the speed with which he zoomed in and the uncontrollable giggles that filter through the tv.

Your brother pulls the quilt off the back of the couch and wraps it around his head as Jimin dances in his seat and Taehyung claps along.

Spurred on by Hobi’s reaction, and the fact that Britney Spears’s ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’ is thumping overhead, Video You yanks the thong up higher and shimmies in front of Yoongi, who is either completely rapt or rolling so hard his soul left his body. Either way, he stares at your ass as the song changes to the only one that could make this moment even worse.

“Oooh, that dress so scandalous,” Sisqó’s ‘Thong Song’ blares out of the speakers. Video You cheers and the camera suddenly wobbles as Hobi joins you. The angle shifts as he holds the phone out in front of you, showing how he has wrapped himself around you like a blanket and the two of you begin to grind.

“Okay, I get it, no more molly for me ever, can we turn it off now?” you groan, drawing your knees up to your chest. “Unless I start stripping here, I don’t think it’s going to get any worse.”

“Oh, Noona, you should know by now that it can always get worse,” Jimin asserts. “Especially when it’s you we’re watching.”

Before you can fire off your terse rejoinder (“Did you just hear that rumbling, Minnie? Prepare for thunder!”), the video draws you back in. The loud music suddenly cuts off, and Video You and Hobi stop dancing as a drunken voice slurs into the loudspeaker.

“Did I ever tell you about the time ___ tried to convince me to have sex with her on a playground?”

“Oh, fuck me.” Jimin was right, you really should know better by now.

The camera zooms in on the tall man standing behind the rental counter, clutching the microphone for the PA. It’s not the bored bowling alley clerk from earlier. It’s Jin. The one man you belatedly realize has been missing from all of the videos so far. Clearly, he’d been offscreen drinking his way through a keg, because from the way he’s violently swaying as he drones into the mic, he’s completely wasted.

“I told her ‘no!’ Jin announces, waving a hand for emphasis. “Because if we got - *hic* - if we got caught, it would be trouble!”

“That motherfucker,” you mutter as you hear Hobi and the others laughing offscreen. “He’s the one who wanted to fuck on a merry-go-round! I’m the one who said no!”

“Good call. Merry-go-rounds make me nauseous,” Taehyung nods.

"This conversation is making me nauseous," your brother's muffled voice adds.

“I thought maybe she had - had a teacher-student kink, you know?” Jin continues, propping himself against the counter. “She was all, oh senpai, notice me, at school with that guy. That guy that taught Euro History? You know? What the fuck was his name?”

“Why isn’t anyone stopping him?” you shout at the tv, as if the people on screen could hear you.

“Just wait,” Jungkook says gruffly from beneath the quilt.

That’s less than reassuring.

“Choi!” Jin suddenly shouts. “He was like 80 years old *hic* and I swear she was always like, ‘oh, seonsaengnim!’” Jin mockingly singsongs the word. “‘You’re so - so smart!’ I bet she wanted me to pretend to be Choi.”

As your fists clench, you watch in shock as Video You suddenly makes a run for the counter. Taehyung darts into frame, trying to hold Video You back.

Jin tries to survey the entire bowling alley, asking if any of them got glowing recommendation letters from Choi or if it was only you. Hobi shouts “Oh shit!” as Video You launches yourself up and over the counter, kicking Taehyung square in the face as you ascend. A second later, Video You tackles a shrieking Jin to the ground as Hobi stops the recording.

From the looks on their faces, none of the boys expected you to find this funny in the slightest. But especially not hysterical, as you double over, practically crying with laughter.

“Uh, Noona?” Taehyung asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fucking fantastic!” you exclaim. “Oh, but shit, Tae - how’s your face? It looked like I clocked you pretty good!”

Taehyung touches his nose, wincing. “If Jin got the thunder, I think I got the bolt of lightning.”

This only makes you laugh harder.

“Noona,” Taehyung pouts. “Don’t laugh!”

“Are you kidding me?” This is too much. “This is amazing! It’s karma! This is karmic payback for what you guys did to me at Pied Piper!”

“What we did?” your brother sputters, poking his head out, eyes widening in surprise. “You did all of that to yourself!”

“Yeah, after you fed me drinks all night! And I sure as fuck didn’t record myself there, did I, Minnie?” Jimin at least had the decency to look abashed. “And look - what was the third rule last night, Jungkook?” Your brother just glares. “If you’d taken me home when the molly took over, all of this could’ve been avoided. You have no one to blame but yourselves”

“And Yoongi, for providing the molly,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. He knows there’s no point in arguing with you about who was responsible for what. The two of you might not look like brother and sister, but you were practically identical twins in terms of sheer stubbornness. He retreats under the quilt again.

“So what happened after I rained down hell on Jin?”

“Jungkook separated you two. The bowling alley guy came back from his cigarette break and basically shut the place down early,” Jimin informs you.

You crack up. “Guess he’d had enough of the chaos!”

“Then Jin and I took a trip to the walk-in clinic,” Taehyung replies, frowning. “He was fine - you knocked the wind out of him, but it came right back, judging by how much he whined that you ruined his moneymaker.” You cock an eyebrow at that and Taehyung goes on. “His face. You gave him a tiny scratch below his eye. Needed like two stitches. I told him ladies dig scars.”

“Once I got you calmed down, I asked Jimin to call you two a ride and get you home, while I stayed to pay for the damages. Those ugly-ass chairs are surprisingly expensive,” Jungkook laments from under the blanket.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring Noona home,” Jimin sits up. “She was already gone, so I made sure Yoongi-hyung got home instead. He was pretty out of it. Kept meowing at me.”

You glance at the staircase. “I have a good idea of how I got home.” Hopping up, you walk over and lean against the railing as you bellow, “Hobi!!”

“Baby?” Hobi’s voice calls out. A minute later, he pads down the stairs, once again clad in only bottoms, this time a pair of your fleecy pajama pants. “You called?”

“I sure did,” you state, giving Hobi a smooch on the cheek. You run your fingers through his fluffy bedhead. “Just as soft as I thought.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” You beam at him.

“Good morning, Hobi-hyung. Nice to see you again,” Taehyung grins.

“Uh, hey, Taehyung. Jimin. Person who I assume is Jungkook under that quilt.”

The quilt waves.

“I don’t suppose you know why I woke up down here, dressed like a Kris Kross revival?” you ask Hobi.

“You wandered off in search of water again. I’m gonna start keeping a pitcher on your nightstand when I come over.” He traces a finger along your jawline. “Come back to bed? We missed you.”

We??

“Hobi-hyung? Sweetness? Where did you both go?”

“I thought you took Yoongi-hyung home?” Taehyung asks Jimin, who nods.

You blink in surprise as another man descends from upstairs. Also wearing your pajama bottoms, though on his long legs, they barely reach mid-calf.

“Namjoon!” you gasp as the shirtless man smiles bashfully, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Hey… everyone,” he responds slowly, realizing the room is full of staring eyes. “Uh, good morning?”

“Afternoon, but close enough.” You gesture to Jimin. “Phone.”

Jimin hands it over and you slip it into the pocket of your jeans as Taehyung rubs his face gingerly and the quilt sighs loudly.

“Great. Well, last night looks like it was a total blast, guys. Let’s do it again soon!” Taking Hobi and Namjoon each by the hand, you climb the stairs back to your room, wondering if you should send Yoongi a gift basket for that molly. “Come on, boys. Back to bed.”

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

[delilahmidnight]

If nate was really so affected by what happened to wes and what he told him about Annalise, why didn’t he try to talk to her before now?

But anyways I’m all for letting black men be vulnerable/emotional and cry on tv

God she looks so defeated

Michaela tryna placate her gf

Bitty with her arms wrapped around herself!!

Connor is so manipulative and also fake af–he doesn’t give a shit about wes

Bonnie putting the trashbag in his place, resisting his influence, not wanting anything to do with him 👌👌👌👏👏👏👐👐👐👀👀👀🙌🙌🙌🙌

Nice, shes going over the ADAs head. Pulling out the big guns

Ooh laurels hiring a private investigator?!

Baby needs her power food–chocolate syrup only fuels her and makes her stronger 😂

Asking bitty what she thinks ❤❤ She knows shits about to go down

Lmao shes like not even shouting? Dont tell her not to raise her voice

My KIDDO!!! IS!!! SO!!! BRAVE!!!!! STANDING UP TO THE ADAS OFFICE LIKE THAT

Asher being so protective of annalise im!!

Michaela protecting laurels right to grieve and telling annie to be straight with her and annie agreeing and admitting how she admires michaela for holding everyone else up by herself

Oh no, they might have made things a lot worse

And bitty wanting to help as usual ❤❤

“I’m no joke.” Oh annalise

Michaela barging into laurels apartment and asher thinking shes “banging that dude” howie 😂

ASHER AND MICHAELA lmfao

Soraya calling to check in!!❤!!❤😁💕 I love supportive friendships between women of color!!!❤💕😍

WAIT WAIT–ANNALISE HAS KEYS TO BONNIES HOUSE SJFJJGKSHFKKD???

Shes literally just trying to protect them all, has been since day one, why can’t they see it?

Everyone recoiling in horror at Annalise’s outburst/revelation, and bonnie looking down like she can’t bear to see her in pain

God its so unfair–she wanted to do the right thing and get justice and she lost everything for it

What the fuck is wrong with Laurel? She’s fucking pregnant with wes’s baby, she should fucking understand what annalise is going thru and trying to do for them!!

My baby has vicodin for chronic pain?? Why?? :(

Ugh asher is such a dope but like he really does try

On the other hand Connor is literally like….the devil like. Whatt he fuxk. And why is michaela defending him, asher made good points about him??

Lmao annalise is Not Straight shdhfjsgd you morons

I just can’t get over how, even after all this time, bonnie tilts her head and curls up her fingers because she’s so uncomfortable with herself, so convinced that she doesn’t deserve to take up space, it drives me crazy

Coming to check up on laurel and acknowledging how much shes been thru ❤

Oh god bonnies face when laurel asks about annie being pregnant–about annie being almost happy–im gonna eat my pillow fuc k

Bitty offering laurel the option of an abortion and keeping it from annalise if need be–she fucking cares about laurel, otherwise why would she even bother?

And then laurel just throws it back in her face like that g o d

Shut the fuck uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppp oh my god I don’t care about frank at aaaaaaalllllllllllll

Oh no–

Oh thank god. She went to soraya instead. God them reaching out to connect and help each other and let each other know they care about each other makes me so–makes me…..so…..so………

Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no. No please.

I CANT BELIEVE IT. I CANNOT. FUCKING. BELIEVE IT. THE ONE PERSOJ–THE ONE FUCKING PERSON WHO COULD ACTUALLY HAVE BEEN A GOOD FUCKING FRIEND TO ANNALISE, AND SHE TURNS OUT TO BE A MOLE I’M SO–

ATTENTION!!! ATTENTION!!! MY BITTY HAS BUTTERFLIES ON HER COFFEE MUGS

I REPEAT: BUTTERFLIES. ON. HER. COFFEE MUGS. THIS BITTY IS REALLY THAT BUTTERFLY BXTCH I CANT BELIEB–

Tryna console annalise and not being able to find the solution which is making her even more stressed–the way she leans on counters like shes got the whole world on your shoulders gosh she is so strong but so tired my b a b y

The desperate way she almost cries when she says “a suspect who isn’t you”–doesn’t annalise realize bonnie would burn the whole damn world to the ground if it meant protecting annalise?

Both asher and connor are turned on by frank and Michaela is just so beyond confused

Bitty is SO bitty in that courtroom, especially next to caveman frank

THAT SLY LITTLE SMILE SHE GIVES WHEN FRANK TELLS THEM NATE WAS ATWOODS BF

SHES SO SNEAKY I LOVE IT

YESS IT WORKED!!!

HO SHIT IT GOT NATE OFF THE HOOK TOO FUCK YEAH

Oh no…but I’m inclined to agree with asher on this, a missing body that turns out to be cremated? That’s sketchy af

Yeah connor you little bitch, step the fuck off (sidenote, Bonnie acknowledging laurels shitty behavior but also the justification behind it is 👌👌👌)

Oh, shes angry because she doesn’t know who to blame–or the only people she can blame are beyond reach and too dangerous to touch. I understand now.

Bonnie is about to throw the fuck down the second she hears Connor's been falsely accusing annie, circling him like a lioness moving in for the kill–and Michaela backing up asher over protecting connor omg

Bonnies literally gonna kill connor omg

God poor annie–she has no one to turn to in this and she feels so powerless to get him justice to boot–im dying inside but like it’s fine lol

[lyranova]

Glad to see that you opened request again🥰! I always loved your stories and you made me discover new Black Clover ships, like Vanzel. One of my favourite fics of yours with this ship is the one when they find out they will become parents. Could I request maybe a sequel to that one, when Nozel and Vanessa announce their pregnancy to someone or to more people? Thank you for your work!

Hiya anon! I’m happy I reopened them too, it’s been a while since I’ve had them opened and I kinda missed them. Aw I’m so glad to hear that you love my stories and that I’ve helped you discover new ships 🥰, funny enough this entire BC community has helped me discover new ships too and it’s always so much fun! Of course you can request a sequel to that 😁, instead of having them tell the Black Bulls I decided to write about them telling the Silva Siblings because i thought it’d be different and fun, so I hope you enjoy 😁💕!

Word Count: 1,024

Warnings: Pregnancy

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Nozel shifted nervously in his chair, he wasn’t one who usually shifted or moved around when he was nervous, but this time he felt like he just had to in order to get his nerves to calm down.

His wife, Vanessa, suddenly reached over and grabbed his hand. She gave it a firm, comforting squeeze and when he looked up at her he saw a reassuring smile on her face.

“ Calm down, you look like you’re the one who’s going to have a baby in 9 and a half months.” Vanessa joked light heartedly, and Nozel couldn’t help but smile a bit. She was always making jokes to try and help him feel better in stressful situations.

Right now the couple was sitting in the living area of House Silva waiting for Nozel’s siblings to appear. Noelle had told Vanessa that she would be a little late due to a mission, but Nebra and Solid were just taking their dear sweet time.

Nozel silently hoped the three would hurry up and put him out of his misery.

“ I’m sorry. It’s just that this is really big news.” Nozel muttered as he gave Vanessa’s hand a squeeze and he watched her nod in agreement out of the corner of his eye.

“ I know and I understand, but being nervous about it isn’t going to help anyone. All it’s going to do is make you sick and then I’m going to get sick worrying about you, which in turn, will make our baby sick.” Vanessa told him and she watched his eyes widen and she couldn’t help but laugh as he instantly calmed down.

If there was anything in this world he didn’t want to happen, it’s his wife and unborn child getting sick because of him.

Shortly after the couple’s conversation had ended all three of Nozel’s siblings appeared. First it was Nebra, then Noelle, and finally Solid. Of course Solid would be the last one to show up. He wouldn’t know what ‘being on time’ was even if it bit him on the ass.

“ So what’s going on? Are you already getting divorced?” Solid asked as he plopped down onto the couch beside Nebra. Everyone in the room turned to him and glared. “ What? When someone tells you that they have something important to say it’s a bad thing isn’t it?”

“ No, that's just what your ex-girlfriend did before she dumped you.” Noelle said with a roll of her eyes as Nebra couldn’t suppress a chuckle and Solid growled angrily at his sisters.

“ Hey you take that back! She didn’t break up with me, I broke up with her!” He shot back, but Noelle cut him a look.

“ Solid we all watched her break up with you. It wasn’t only brutal on her part, but you crawling around, begging for her not to do it made you and House Silva look completely pathetic in front of everyone.” Nebra said with a chuckle and Solid jumped up.

“ Says the woman who’s dating a commoner!” Solid shouted and pointed a finger at his older sister, before moving his finger towards Noelle. “ And the woman who’s dating a guy with zero mana!”

As the words left his lips both Noelle and Nebra jumped up and a full blown argument ensued between the three. All of them going back and forth about their love lives. Nozel sighed dramatically and pinched the bridge of his nose, this wasn’t how their announcement was supposed to go!

“ I’m pregnant!” Vanessa suddenly shouted very loudly. All the Silva’s turned to look at her with surprised looks on their faces.

“ You’re…what?” They all asked in unison, Vanessa sighed before placing her hands on her hips and grinning a bit. That certainly got their attention.

“ I said I’m pregnant. Nozel and I are going to be parents, and you’ll all be Aunts and an Uncle.” Vanessa said happily, and the siblings looked at Nozel for confirmation.

“ It’s true. Vanessa is expecting.” He confirmed as he crossed his arms and a content smile appeared on his face.

Noelle was the first to snap out of her daze. She quickly ran over to Vanessa and Nozel, who had both stood at this point, and wrapped them into a big hug. She congratulated them genuinely and told them she couldn’t wait to be an aunt and that they would both make great parents.

Nebra was the second to snap out of her daze, she smiled warmly and congratulated them. She immediately declared that she would be the one to plan Vanessa’s baby shower and that it would be the second biggest celebration of the year, at least until their child was born, and then she’d throw the biggest celebration. Vanessa had tried to calm her sister-in-law down but Nebra couldn’t be contained, she couldn’t recall the last time she had seen the Mist mage so excited about something.

Meanwhile Solid took a little longer to snap out of it.

“ You’re…having a baby? Together?” He asked confusedly, and Nozel sighed.

“ Yes we are. Who else would Vanessa be having a baby with?”

“ Are you sure that’s wise Sis?” Solid asked as he looked at Vanessa. “ I mean, what if the baby comes out and it inherits Nozel’s bad attitude and stupid braid?”

Vanessa, Noelle, and Nebra laughed as Nozel fumed and began to berate his younger brother.

“ That’s not how it works Solid! And what do you mean ‘bad attitude’? I don’t have a bad attitude.” Nozel said icily as Solid began to back up with his hands up in surrender.

“ Y’know,” Noelle muttered as she watched Nozel and Solid’s antics. “ I have a feeling Captain Yami is going to ask the same thing.” She added with a shake of her head, and Vanessa laughed before nodding in agreement.

“ He probably will, and Asta too I’m sure.” Vanessa said and Noelle couldn’t help but snort.

“ Along with Magna, Zora, and Luck. Geez do all the men in our lives share the same brain cell?”

The girls laughed as they imagined the Black Bulls reaction. It was going to be a very crazy, yet very fun, next few days.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!