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unwrittenlibrary · 3 years ago

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keep you warm and safe

summary // bonus part to my arms will hold you; bucky and his wife as she goes through the twelve hours of labor. stories, pain, games, jello and lots of love. [established bucky barnes x fem! reader]

words // 3.2k

warnings // depiction of labor, epidural usage, hospital birth & excessive use of nickname pretty girl

notes // eeeeeeeeeek i was so excited for this request! i love bucky + the mrs + this dynamic so much. note this is written in a similar style as the first piece; snippets of each hour.

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Hour One

Bucky doesn’t know what to do to help you, that much is obvious to you. It might even make you laugh, if it hadn’t been for the pain that was coming and going. Dr. O had apologetically explained that you were only six centimeters dilated and would have to wait until you were at ten, which you knew, but it still sucked to hear.

You groan, a mixture of pain and annoyance, as Bucky looks at your doctor sadly. “How long will that take?” He asks curiously.

She shrugs before pulling up your chart on the tablet at the end of your bed. “It really depends. It could be anywhere from an hour to more than twelve. Every woman goes through the stages of labor differently.”

Bucky’s hand is still rubbing your stomach gently as he continues to ask questions. “But her water broke. Her contractions are only a few minutes apart. How can it take another, like, ten hours?”

Your hand grips him tightly. “Buck, it doesn’t matter.” You say in a tired voice.

He turns to you a little apologetically. “Sorry, I’m just curious.” He admits sheepishly. Dr. O takes her leave with a kind smile and a gentle pat on your shin. Bucky looks down at you again. “Dads didn’t really go in the room with their wives when I was younger. My dad and I sat out in the waiting room when Becca was born.”

You look at him with curious eyes. “Really? Your mom was all alone?”

“I think my grandma was with her for a while, but yeah, pretty much.” He shrugs. “We were let in after Rebecca was cleaned and wrapped up. It’s nice being able to be with you. I just want to help.”

Your heart swells at his admission. “That’s so sweet, Bucky.” You whisper resting your head against his shoulder. “Tell me about that day.” You demand quietly, hoping a story would help distract you.

“I don’t really remember much of it.” Bucky starts. “But I remember my dad and I sitting in the waiting room and you know, we lived in such a gloomy time. Before the depression we weren’t too well off, so I know my parents were a little stressed about having two of us hooligans.” He laughs gently and you smile. You feel yourself relax at his voice and although there’s still pain, you’re not struggling to breathe anymore. “But when my dad saw Becca and the nurse let him hold her I saw it all go away. My mom let me crawl into the bed with her. Nothing like this one, mind you. It was smaller and way less comfortable, but she still wrapped her arm around me and kissed my head and my dad introduced me to Becca.” He hastily wipes a tear away. “It’s one of the few good memories I have of back then.”

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” You say, a little guilty. You hadn’t meant to make him sad by bringing up his family. “I wish they could meet me and our babies.”

Bucky smiles down at you then presses a kiss to your cheek. “Me too, but I know they’re proud of me. I know they would’ve loved you. That’s all I need.”

You groan as another contraction hits and Bucky sits up a little straighter, his hand immediately rubbing up and down your back. “You’re so strong. I love you so much.” He murmurs as you breathe deeply.

“I’m so proud of you.” You say a moment later when the sharp pain has passed and you have a second to breathe.

Bucky snorts and looks you over with his eyes. “Not prouder than I am of you. Nothing I’ve done in this lifetime can compare to what you’re doing right now.”

And - well - a small part of you wants to argue that Bucky saved lives daily, but the rest of you agreed. Bucky would never do this and his support and pure adoration made it a little easier.

Hour Three

“I’m hungry.” You complain. Dr. O had left a little over twenty minutes ago after declaring you were still only dilated six centimeters, which felt impossible but who were you to argue with her? “What can I eat?”

Bucky’s begun pulling out some of the stuff you had packed in the go bag and organizing it in the small hospital dresser.

“The nurse said I can get you ice chips or jello, but that’s really it.” He answers apologetically. You sigh mournfully. All you really wanted was something to fill you up. “Want me to grab some?”

“Jello, please.” You shrug. “Are you sure I can’t eat anything? I want, like, mashed potatoes.” You tap your fingers against your stomach as you adjust your pillow behind you with one arm.

Bucky laughs as he comes over to you. “I’m sure, pretty girl.” His hand cups your cheek gently and you look up at him with a pout. “I’ll bring you some jello.”

“Thank you.” You smile up at him. Dr. O enters as he leaves and he pauses. “Go! I’ll be fine.” You wave him away as she comes to your bedside. He waits for a moment before finally stepping out of the room. You look at Dr. O with a tired smile. “Checking me again?” You ask.”

“I will in a little while. I came to talk to you about an epidural. You’ve already been in labor for a few hours and it looks like you’ll be one of the women who is in labor for a tough amount of time.” She explains gently. “It’s completely up to you. You have some time to think.”

You nod. Your contractions still hurt and they took the wind out of you when they came every few minutes, so it didn’t feel like the worst idea. “Come back in half an hour? Can I have some time to think?”

“Of course!” She nods. “Take your time. Remember nobody is here to judge you, it’s your body and your choice entirely.”

You smile. “Thank you.” You relax against your pillow as you wait for Bucky to return with your jello. You think of Dr. O’s advice torn between having a natural birth and the gruelling pain it could leave you in for hours.

“I come bearing jello.” Bucky pushes the door open softly and smiles at you with two cups of jello in his hand. You frown at their small size and Bucky chuckles. “I know they’re small, that's why I brought you two.”

You smile gratefully when he peels one open and hands it to you along with a small spoon. You moan at the taste of it and the feeling of being able to eat something even though it’s something small like jello.

“Dr. O asked if I wanted an epidural.” You murmur in between bites. Bucky nods. “What will that do?” He asks curiously.

You take a deep breath as pain shoots through you. “Help with these contractions in case labor goes on for hours. I don’t know some women just go entirely natural, I’m torn.”

“Well is it unsafe?” He asks before handing you the second cup. You shake your head. “There are risks to every medical procedure. It’s not like, bad for the babies but it can have some risky side effects.” You explain.

Bucky looks at you with intent, like he doesn’t want to miss a word that comes out of your mouth. “You know it’s up to you. Nobody else's opinion should matter, it’s not their body.”

You take a deep breath. “I know… I just don’t want people to think I’m like, not woman enough or-“

“Stop.” Bucky cuts you off harshly. You look at him with wide eyes. “Pretty girl, nobody can tell you anything about your choices. Got that?” He tilts his head so you’re forced to look him in the eyes.

You’ve always loved Bucky’s eyes. His emotions reflected in the blue that held your own stare until you nod slowly.

He smiles then flexes his vibranium arm. “And if they do, they can deal with me.”

Hour Five

“Call them back!” You laugh as you sit up in bed. The pain has lessened considerably after the epidural at hour four, when you had only been dilated around seven centimeters. “I’m fine, Buck!”

Bucky looks hesitant as he pulls the phone out. “Are you sure, pretty girl? If you’re tired you can take a nap or-“

“Bucky.” You whine a little. “I want to talk to my friend! Call Sam back!” He sighs as he pulls out his phone and sets it up on your little tray for food.

It rings for a few moments before Sam’s face appears on the screen with a wide smile. “My favorite people!” He cheers when he sees you two both in frame. “Man, has anybody told you how beautiful you look right now?” He says sweetly.

You roll your eyes. “Only every hour. Bucky won’t stop saying it.” You nudge his side playfully. “I look like a disaster, but I appreciate it.”

Sam and Bucky both shake their heads. “Not true at all. You look like a goddess.” Bucky says sternly. You giggle as Sam snorts.

“How far along are you?” He asks. You shrug. “About three more centimeters to go, but the doctor said it could take awhile.”

“Should Steve and I come camp out in the waiting room?” He smirks. “I’m about to buy out the whole gift store.”

You laugh. “Not necessary! Bucky will text you when we get closer if you want to come down.”

Sam rolls his eyes good naturedly. “Of course we do. Life gets so boring here at the compound. Steve!” He yells out. You and Bucky flinch at the drastic change in tone. “Steve! Come here!” He looks back at the camera. “He came to help with training today, that worked out great, didn’t it? We can carpool.”

You both nod as Steve forces his face into the camera view. You and Bucky smile brightly at him and wave. “Hey! You guys look great! I can’t believe you’re gonna have two babies soon.”

“I can!” You shake your head. “Almost nine months of these babies inside of me, I can’t wait to have them in my arms. I want to drink coffee again and have wine!”

The three men laugh and Bucky presses a kiss to your forehead. There’s a knock at your door and you two look up to see one of the nurses quietly coming in. “We’ve gotta go! Bucky will text you when you can come down.” You wave goodbye before Bucky grabs his phone and sits up.

“Hi!” She smiles brightly. “I wanted to come in and say hi, there’s a shift change right now so you'll be seeing me for the next twelve hours.”

You frown. “Is Dr. O still here?”

She nods. “Dr. O is on call for you! We’ll be doing regular checks and then we’ll call her back when we believe it’s time to start.” You nod gratefully as she moves towards your bed.

Hour Seven

“D1?” You look behind Bucky’s shoulder quickly before back down at your small model ocean. He lets out a defeated sigh and nods.

“Hit.” You smile victoriously as you place the red pin on your screen. You had sunk his carrier, cruiser and submarine. There were only two left. “A11?” He guesses.

You shake your head. “Miss.” He places yet another white pin on his screen. “E1?”

Bucky looks up at you suspiciously. “How are you so good at this?”

“I just know you, my love.” You smile a little too big and Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What?”

“You’re lying.” He looks your face over. “How are you cheating? Can you see over here?”

You let out an offended gasp. “I would never cheat!” Your tone is a little over dramatic, so you’re not really selling it, but it makes both of you dissolve into laughter.

Bucky turns around and catches the reflection of his board in the wall mounted television. He nods in an impressed manner before turning back to look at you. “Nice. I’ll let slide because you’re about to push out our children but any other time…” He trails off wagging a finger at you.

You laugh softly as he begins to pack away the game. “I love you, Buck.” You say sweetly.

He smiles at you. “I love you too, pretty girl.”

Hour Nine

“You’re at eight!” The nurse cheers. “Two more, mama! We’re so close!” You look over at her with a tired smile. You had been in and out of sleep since Bucky had packed away the Battleship game.

Bucky runs his fingers up and down your arm. His fingertips offer some cooling comfort, but you’re exhausted. Nine hours of sitting in the room, getting hourly checks and not being able to move around besides small walks has taken a toll.

“What do you need from me, pretty girl?” Bucky murmurs.

You shrug. “I want this to be over with. I want to have them in our arms. Why is it taking so long?” You mumble in a trembling voice. You hadn’t realized how emotionally exhausted you were too.

Bucky sighs sadly as he stares down at you. “I’m not sure, pretty girl. The doctor said every woman goes through labor differently.”

“That does nothing to help me.” You snap at him. Bucky’s eyes widen and you squeeze your eyes shut willing the tears gathering in them to go away.

You feel Bucky rub his hand up and down your arm. “You’re okay.” He whispers. “You can cry, pretty girl. Nobody is gonna judge you.” He says quietly, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek.

You open your eyes to look at him apologetically. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, but he shakes his head.

“Nothing you say or do while going through this is going to offend me.” He explains gently. “If you wanna yell at me, yell at me. Just let me help.”

You laugh wetly. “I’m not gonna emotionally abuse you.” You rest your hand over his on your cheek. “I just need you here to listen to me complain and say I know it sucks.”

“That’s it?” He chuckles and you shrug. “And maybe get back in bed with me for a couple minutes.” He smiles and you scoot over a little bit.

Bucky presses himself to your side and wraps a careful arm around you. You take a deep breath and rest your head against his shoulder. You don’t even notice the tears until Bucky begins to wipe them silently off your cheeks while pressing kisses to your forehead.

“You got this, pretty girl. Just a little while longer.”

You nod. “Get more jello for me, please?” You ask quietly. Bucky laughs, but moves to stand up. “The cherry flavor this time!” You call out as he opens the door, his laughter echoes in the hall and it makes you smile.

Hour Ten

“Nine! You’re doing so well! Your babies are almost here.” You smile brightly at the words and turn your head to look at Bucky.

“You know you can sleep a little? You’ve been awake this entire time.” You urge. Bucky had been with you every minute you were awake. He ate when you were asleep so you wouldn’t be jealous of the food. Finished unpacking your go bag and talking to nurses, you couldn’t imagine that he had found the time to rest. “I don’t want you passing out when you see what happens when I push these kids out.”

Bucky lets out a loud laugh. “I promise you I’ve seen worse.” He pulls one of the chairs up to sit beside you. Squeezing both of you on there had just become too hot and uncomfortable for you. “Besides, I slept for a little while you napped.”

“For how long?” You cross your arms over your stomach.

Bucky rubs the back of his neck. “Like twenty minutes? I’m fine, pretty girl. I used to go days without more than an hour of sleep. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“That’s why I worry about you.” Your hand finds his resting beside you on the bed. “I know you’ll play it off until you pass out from exhaustion.”

Bucky smiles like he’s surprised by your love for him. Maybe he still is, even after all this time together. You smile back. “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, pretty girl. Not the other way around.” He teases.

You shake your head. “I think we’ve always been good at comforting each other. Doesn’t matter when.” Bucky smiles brightly at you with a nod.

“You’re always right.” He murmurs. “What would I do without you?” You open your mouth to respond. “Don’t answer. I don’t even like thinking about it.”

Hour Eleven

“God. Fuck.” You groan. The pressure you feel mixed with the dulled contractions was awful. “Can I push? Please?” You look down at Dr. O.

Your room has been set up with incubators, medical tools and you felt exposed to the group in front of you. She nods. “When you start, we’re gonna count to eight, okay? Then a rest period.” She looks between you and Bucky.

Bucky presses a quick kiss to your forehead before wrapping one of your hands between both of his. “Ready, mama?” You nod hastily as Dr. O begins to count out loud.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You squeeze your eyes shut and focus on her counting only letting out a breath when she says stop. “You look amazing right now.” Bucky whispers and you scoff.

“Just need you to breathe with her, Mr. Barnes.” Dr. O urges gently and he nods, breathing in with you before breathing out.

The routine breathing helps relax you for your small rest break before Dr. O begins counting again for another push. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s got his left hand interlocked with yours. “Breathe.” Dr. O lets out. “You’re so close.” She cheers you on.

“I can’t do this. I can’t.” You shake your head with teary eyes. After hours and hours of restlessness, you’re exhausted. You can’t help but feel this will take you out. You can hear your heart monitor spike a little. Bucky’s eyes frantically look around the room which does little to quell your worry. “Bucky.” You cry.

“We need to push, Mrs. Barnes.” Dr. O urges. You shake your head but stop when Bucky’s hand grips your chin and forces you to look at him.

“You can do this.” His voice is stern. “You know you can. What did I say? This isn’t gonna be what takes you out, pretty girl.” You sniffle as you watch him talk. “You gotta push for me, okay?”

You take in a deep, shuddering breath before nodding. “Okay.” You say quietly before turning your attention back to Dr. O. “Okay.”

Hour Twelve

“A boy and a girl.” You murmur tiredly as Bucky pushes back stray hairs and wipes the sweat off your forehead. “Our babies.”

“Our babies.” He agrees a little wetly. “You did amazing, pretty girl. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Did you call the boys?” You ask. You can hear the cries echo in the room as nurses perform necessary checks. Bucky laughs. “I did. They’re in the waiting room.” He answers.

“Are they okay?” You ask, unable to move and check yourself. Bucky looks over his shoulder before looking back down at you. “They are. They’re perfect, just getting cleaned up. A boy and a girl.” Bucky murmurs in awe.

“Eleanor and Steven.” You whisper. “Can I hold them?”

“Soon.” Bucky smiles before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “A couple more minutes.”

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notes // i’m so glad someone liked my arms will hold you enough to want more of it! i love family bucky, he has my heart.

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cozzzynook · 3 years ago

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Dabihawks todoroki fam

Smiling at the family before him, Hawks watched as Natsuo, dressed as a vampire, Fuyumi dressed as an ice sprite while he himself dressed as Horus.

Fuyumi and Natsuo waving goodbye after getting their candy bags from Touya.

Leaving to hang out with their friend group, Touya yelling, “Stay together and stay inside the school! I mean it!”

Both of them nodding, Natsuo rolling his eyes as they join their circle of friends. Laughing and smiling brightly as they head towards their middle school.

Looking back at Touya as he smiles fondly before turning around to look at Shouto. Grabbing the pumpkin and setting it next to Shouto. Standing back telling Shouto to stand still.

“Come on, smile for the camera Sho. Come on, I’ll go back to carrying you if you do?”

Nodding determined, Shouto stands still letting Touya take as many photos he wanted. Pouting a frown beginning to take over his face as his lip wobbled and Touya stopped taking pictures. Putting his phone away, bending over to pick up Little Todoroki. Pumpkin forgotten as Shouto grips Touya’s neck.

Head laid on his chest as he watches Hawks like a well Hawk. The kid just /loves/ him. But not as much as he loves Touya.

Bending down to pick up the pumpkin head, holding it in one arm wrapping the other around Touya’s slim waist. Admiring the Anubis costume, his cheeks pink. They’re a shoe-in to win their high-school’s couples halloween costume party, especially with how good they look. Having little Todoroki will only be a bonus though. They can have fun trick or treating with little Todoroki, then bring him back home to Rei and Endeavor-san, so they can enjoy their party. Them after Hawks can enjoy his and Touya’s party alone. Smirking he kisses Touya’s cheek, an adorable blush adorning Touya’s face before laughing at Shouto pushing Keigo away. Face in an adorable frown. “No, no, no ,no. Mine.”

Laughing Keigo decides to tease him. “What? I can’t kiss my boyfriend?” “No.” He says it with such seriousness its almost scary. That blank face on such a small child is unnerving. No matter he’s used to the youngest Todoroki.

Giggles interrupt his thought process as Touya raises Shouto. Blowing a raspberry through Shouto’s costume onto his belly making him giggle and laugh like a toddler should.

“Come on Sho, lets get you some candy! Us /adults/,” Touya side eyes Keigo half serious half jokingly, “are gonna help you get as much as possible!”

Waving a hand in surrender Hawks nods following Touya out the door. Placing Shouto’s pumpkin on his head, snapping a quick photo of the three of them before heading off into the night.

🎃 happy halloween 🎃

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o-pandora-o · 4 years ago

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Baker MC: April Fool's Special

Baker MC strikes again! Fooling the Demon Brothers in April Fool's by their realistic cake. How would they react?

Note: I would like to apologize beforehand, some of the brothers turned out to be boring rather than funny. I will try to edit this when I have the time.

Lucifer:

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Background: You planned this with the Anti-Lucifer squad. You hid all his pen in his room leaving a suspicious "pen" that looks like the pen he usually use. Satan put a powerful spell on the pen, removing its sweet scent to avoid the suspicion. You put a hidden camera to see his reaction.

Luci daddy came home tired from all the things he'd done in RAD.

He still have some paper works to finish, he put the paper works in the table and sat on his chair.

Ya'll saw him eyeing the "pen"

He picked up the pen and was gonna start writing until he glared at the camera and crushed the pen.

It was a chocolate and strawberry cake

He licked the strawberry (the filling of the pen) that splattered near his mouth, made a grin, glared at the camera and said "Run."

You all ran for your lives, spreading inside the House of Lamentation

Did you succeed in running : Nope

Did you three hang from the ceiling: Yes

Ya'll saw him smirk and laugh like a madman afterwards

Bonus:

Lucifer took a picture of you three hanging from the ceiling and sent it in the group with Diavolo.

Ofc ya'll didn't knew, you were hanging from the ceiling

Levi made it a meme and posted it on Devilgram AND gave Lucifer and Diavolo a printed copy

April Fool's to you

Mammon:

Credits to: The BakeKing

It was your turn in making dinner and Mammon kept bugging you if he can help.

"No Mammon" you kept on saying but he was still bugging you.

You weren't really mad at Mammon (honestly you thought it's funny), but to make things interesting...

"I SAID NO MAMMON" you shouted at him.

"LOOK WHERE YER CUTTING HU--AAAAHHHH!!!" You cut your hand and blood was running.

"AAAAAH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID MAMMON" you screamed.

"MCCCCCCCC YOUR HAND" yes I can see Mammon He screamed loud enough that it can be heard at Diavolo's castle.

Glad you two are alone in the House of Lamentation though

You were wearing a long sleeved jacket and the "cake" was your hand; it was like a lava cake, instead of chocolate it was darkened and smoothened strawberry puree.

You glared at him and blamed him

Poor boi was crying, kept apologizing, and saying the lines of "I'm sorry", "I'm so dead", and "Let's take ya to the hospital".

He shitted on his pants and kept panicking poor boi

It was hilarious tho

He was crying and you couldn't hide the laughter

"Oi! Did someone hit ya in the head? WHY ARE YA LAUGHING YER HAND WAS CU-" and he he saw that the interior of the so called "hand" was made out of strawberry and strawberry puree.

"April Fool's Mammon!" you told him as you finally reveal your real hand.

"MC! Why did ya prank me?! It wasn't a good prank! I thought you-" You shushed him while you gave him a small bag of grimm.

"Is it for me? Are ya sure ya ain't pranking me this time?"

"Yeah, now buy what you want to buy, I will just go to my room for a while" you replied.

Cue you teleporting

It was a bag full of gold-coated chocolate that looks (and is heavy) like a bag of grimm.

"MCCCCCCC!!!!!"

The next few days you see Mammon pouting and murmuring things about you.

You felt bad so you left grimm on the floor of his room every time you were near it

Leviathan:

Credits to: The BakeKing

On April 1st, Levi was required to go to the school for academic purposes, so you took this chance to play a lil prank on him.

When Levi was away, you hid all the items that he usually use: computer, consoles, Azuki-tan pillow, and some Ruri-chan figures.

And you took time to make realistic cake that are very similar to those you hid.

When he was almost home, you placed all the realistic cake on his room.

You were supposed to go on a raid with him when he comes home

Cue him coming home and going to his room

You visited the him in his room, panic reflecting off his face.

"Levi, is there something wrong?" you asked

"Ah, it's this computer, it doesn't open! And it seems I'm kind of making a dent on it too. It's so weirdddddd" he said

He got a bit forceful and his finger created a hole on the computer

"Eh? Cake? Mc did you do this? Lmao"

You hand him a note that says "Look for the cakes, the location of the real ones lie at the last treasured cake"

"Oh boy mc a scavenger hunt, its like the new anime I was watching 'My fiancée is a criminal mastermind that kept giving me clues to find the missing items and bodies to make myself famous' " I'm really sorry I really suck at names

So he proceeds with finding all the cakes, and he got all the real things for his room however...

" MC where is my limited edition Ruri-chan that is dressed like a succubus?"

"It's there, it was with the other Ruri-chan figures" you said as you were looking at the figures that he was holding

Turns out Mammon saw all the goods on your room, and took the chance to get one since he knows it wasn't yours.

April fool's? I guess.

Satan:

Credits to: SideSurf Cake Studio

You were helping him in his cooking duty today.

You requested that both of you make human food because apparently you "missed the taste" of the cuisine.

So you took care of the usual ingredients of the cuisine: vegetables, onion, garlic, meat and etc.

He didn't know or did he that you secretly placed realistic cake counterparts of it.

When it was cooking time, he selected the cake counterparts (this boi might be smart but you were from the human world so he thought it was correct).

He started cutting an onion, to his dismay he saw a soft chocolate interior.

"Huh? That can't be right, I believe onions should either have violet, yellowish, or whitish hue inside"

"Hmmm yeah, let me try this one" you said as you grabbed another onion and proceed to cut it

"Hm, this one is the right one, I wonder what happened to that" you said

STOP THE CAP MC

"Hm, anyways I will proceed in cutting the rest"

Bottom-line all he cut was cake and what you cut the real one

"Satan, maybe you were cursed? All the ingredients that you touched turned into cake" you said as you were preparing to take the meal to the dining area.

"I suppose that is the case, however... "

"Hm?" you said as you were supposed to bring the meal outside.

"However I have outsmarted you MC, I knew it was you who made those realistic mini cakes" he said as he took a bite of the onion cake while grinning smugly

Smart boi #2

"I-uhhh No it was not- Hey wait a min! If you knew why did you continue to make me believe you were fooled!" you replied

"April Fool's MC~, if I didn't do that I wouldn't have extra time to spend with you" he said as he got out patting your head

Satan, you slick son of a bish

Asmodeus:

Credits to: Etsy

This guy is late for school

Did you plan to make him late? Yes No

Cue flashback: you ruined his beauty sleep 3 times which resulted in kicking you out of his room and made him wake up late

Well even though he is late, he would still do his morning routine without rush

Priorities ✨

You put a small camera on top of his cabinet to see his reaction

After hours of bathing he sat down to his dresser

He grabbed his toner and when he squeezed it lightly it nothing came out

"Ehhh? That's weird, I could've sworn this is the new toner I bought" he squeezed it more and the toner was destroyed revealing a squished vanilla cake

He sighed and said "MC did it again"

He tried looking and poking all of his makeup just to make sure it's not mini cakes

10/10 are all mini cakes

He saw a note that said "In the drawer lies the real make up hehe April Fool's day!"

When he came to RAD, he was already late for 4 hours

"MC when I said I wanted Makeup mini cakes, I wanted it for my birthday! Not today!"

Is disappointed at you

Will frown and pout when he pass by at you during school

Well you feel bad at pranking him so you treat him at an exclusive spa

Beelzebub:

Credits to: The Custom Cake Shop

I mean Bell eats everything, so is there even use?

Beel had the whole day working out

Since he didn't have much money (not that you persuaded him to bring less, no-) his only option is to go home and eat

During the time he was working out, you made different flavored cakes and pastries into dishes. You made a ton of (chocolate-strawberry cake into) cheeseburger, (cheesecake) devildom sushi, cake turned into slushy (the container can be eaten too), plates can also be eaten, etc.

Well you made Beel drool, he didn't waste time so he sat down and took a bite of the cheeseburger

He was slightly shocked because it was sweet rather than savory

But that didn't stop his hunger

It was about 10 mins till he finished what you have created in 12 hours (and more)

"MC all you made was really delicious, now I want something salty to eat...Let's eat dinner!" he said as he dragged you to eat

April fools to you

After that whenever you gave him something to eat/drink (like a glass of slushy or something) he would try to also eat the container

Poor kitchenware and Luci's budget

Belphie:

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This boi knows

Smartboi #3

You gave him a pillow that is the same as the pillow he usually carries

He didn't really say anything about it, but he knows for a fact that it is cake

He slept on it

Your hard work in making it realistic,, he slept on it

You came back to his room and you wait for him to wake up

"Mcccccc, this is so fluffy like my favorite pillowww, but it's not really a good way to prank someone, but on the other hand it's really convenient...."he said as he yawns and signals you to come to his bed

He took a bite of the errrr pillow and said" This is really good, like the last time you made a toilet paper, but you know what else is good?"

My love for you jk

" Hm?" you replied

" This!" he said as he began tickling your sides

You fight him back and tickle his sides when you had the chance

It ended of as you two were panting and laughing in bed

Poor cake pillow forgotten

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lune-hime · 4 years ago

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Future (Chocobros x f!Reader)

“How did you imagine our future?”

↞Noctis↠

The blossoms tickled your cheek as you turned to regard the prince. His question was asked with a tone as light as the crisp night air.

“Well, last I checked we were still getting married.” You chuckled, reaching out to idly caress a velvety petal between your fingertips. “It will be a grand wedding, no doubt.”

Noctis hummed contently next to you, your forms spread out in the vast field.

“We can expect nothing less from Specs.” He added. The two of you giggled at the image of a Ignis as a wedding planner.

“What should we do for the honeymoon?” You speculated to the starry sky, gaze getting lost in the endless maze of constellations.

“Sleep.” Noctis replied dreamily. You huffed and shook your head in disbelief, the movement causing petals to fall into your splayed locks.

“How about going fishing?” He proposed. The scowl you gave him caused an amused smile to settle on his smooth features.

“Altissia and a little sleeping and fishing on the side?” He offered in a last ditch attempt to fit his two favorite activities into the plans.

“That sounds more like it.” You sighed happily, letting the coolness of the midnight breeze delicately prickle your skin.

“Y/N.” Noctis cooed, the sound as smooth as the surface of the flowers. You turned back towards him, heart lighting up when you were met with his smile. The euphoria only lasted a moment, however, before the once pleasant chill of the night began giving you goosebumps.

“Promise me something.” He requested in a feigned upbeat tone. You could tell he was trying to mask the sadness in his voice.

You nodded once, watching the corners of his mouth quiver slightly.

“Anything.” You whispered. Noctis’ touch was temperate in contrast to the brisk air as he reached out to run his palm along your jawline.

“Promise me you won’t let me ruin your future."

Every physical aspect of reality had seemed to halt in that moment. You no longer had any sense of time nor of the itchy feeling of the blades of grass against your bare legs. You could no longer see the complex colors of the heavens and the moons seemed like dull street lights in the sky. The cold wind no longer bit at your skin. You felt completely numb to everything except Noctis.

“What?” You choked, suddenly feeling like a rock was lodged into your throat. Noctis’ shook his head, silently telling you not to cry, and flashed you another grin.

“Please do everything we just talked about, either for yourself or with someone who makes you happy.” His voice cracked at the second half of his phrase, but he retained his grin.

“I’m so sorry I’m not able to give you that future, goddess knows I would have given you the entirety of Eos.” His sapphire eyes reflected the dazzling lights in the sky and his gaze was filled with thousands of words he would never be able to say to you.

“Instead of living in my memory, live for my memory, okay?” His eyes softened into a smile of their own as he regarded you like it was the last time he ever would.

Suddenly, you felt the sudden urge to embrace him but before you could throw yourself into his arms, he had disappeared on the wind and you felt yourself being dragged out of the field with a swift tug.

“Rise and shine, Y/N. By the six, we need to find a new expression for that now. Time for another hunt.” Iris sang as she gingerly shook you awake. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you craned your neck to peek out the tent window to regard the dark world that awaited for you. Heaving yourself up from your sleeping back, you rubbed your eyes and cracked your back with a resounding pop before getting to your feet. After slipping on your boots, you gave the jewel around your left ring finger a loving twirl as you walked out to the campsite. Even in the shadows of Eos, the little gem still managed to shine.

“I promise, Noct.”

He was now your past, but you would forever be his future.

↞Prompto↠

He was the personification of a wilting flower. His once bright eyes were now sunken and bordered by heavy bags. He barely showed his dazzling smile anymore, so you had said goodbye to the little dimple on his cheek weeks ago. Even his once vibrant golden locks had seemed to dim in hue along with the rest of the world. When Eos lost its sunlight, so did you.

You barely registered the question he posed into his lukewarm coffee. Your heart broke when you hear the hopelessness in his voice.

Turning towards him, you reached over only to brush past his arm to grab his camera lying on the diner counter. Prompto looked over to you with slight interest, still slumped weakly in his chair. You flipped through the photos, pressure bubbling behind your eyes at the happiness of your youth. He always kept old pictures on his camera to make sure he never forgot what life used to be like. Photos were physical and more tangible compared to memories, anyway. You blinked back the wetness in your eyes until you found it.

Wordlessly you slid the camera over to him, and he picked it up with gentle hands. Once his gaze met the screen, they starting shaking and the camera began to fall from his grasp. You placed your hands firmly over his, securly holding the device in place.

It was a selfie Prompto took of the two of you at Wiz’s Chocobo Post early on in your journey. Sandwiched in between the two of you was your own Chocobo, Blueberry, his periwinkle feathers bristling in excitement and his beak open in mid chirp. Happiness radiated off you and Prompto, your smiles overtook all the other features of your face and the afternoon sun casted a cheerful glow over the image.

Prompto sucked in a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

“This was our future.” You gestured towards the photo with a sad smile. You removed your hands from his and used them to cup his cheeks, turning him to face you. It was the first time in a while you had gotten him to directly look at you.

“And it still is.” You stated, voice unwavering. As you looked into his eyes, all the memories of your Prompto flashed through your mind like the title credits of a movie. A happy smile found it's way to your lips this time.

“You are forever my sunshine, even more now so that the world has grown dark. And we will find the light again.” You sealed your promise to him with a soft kiss, his arms immediately coming to cup your forearms gently. When you pulled away you saw a few stray tears had begun staining his cheeks but more importantly that dazzling smile that could drive the darkness away with one glance.

↞Ignis↠

The soft puff of air that left your mouth tickled the corner of Ignis’ lips. Your hesitation caused his heart to sink. He bit his lip nervously, teeth worrying over the chapped skin. He didn't mean to sour the previously sweet and intimate moment but the question had become a chronic worry of his. The various fictional situations of his disability somehow ruining your constantly ran through his mind and were gnawing on his insides.

In the absence of a response, he felt his intrusive thoughts begin to manifest into reality. Before he could turn away, however, your hands on his chest rose to gingerly clasp onto his cheeks, forcing him to face you. Through his clouded vision, he could only see the shadow of your movements but he knew your features were contorted in the way they did when you were trying to articulate a particular feeling.

“I didn't picture it like this, but I know you didn't either.” You almost laughed, bringing his face closer and looking into those milky green orbs. Although seemingly lifeless, they still sparkled with the same vigor the man had expressed before the incident. Brushing his eyelids shut with gentle fingertips, you replaced your touch with a feather light kiss to both of them. When you pulled back, the look of adoration on Ignis’ face made your heart swell. Who knew such a simple thing like a kiss could calm the tidal waves of insecurity that resided within the man.

“But I wouldn't change a thing, because even though the world went to shit, I still have you. And you are still you no matter what happens.”

↞Gladiolus↠

Gladiolus’ question replaced the comfortable silence between the two of you as you maneuvered through the briarwood. The inquiry made you laugh and you almost slipped at the minor distraction, boots squelching against the muddy ground. Gladiolus, reflexes as nimble as ever, gripped your arm thus preventing you from coming into contact with a sizeable bramble bush.

“Well, our lives haven’t exactly been a fairytale now have they?” You replied sarcastically, the both of you chuckling as he lifted up a low hanging vine so you could step under.

“I mean, sure I obviously thought it would be a lot different than this-” You started, abruptly stopping in the middle of the path much to Gladiolus’ confusion.

“But look.” You smiled, pointing to the sky. Gladiolus followed your finger to the thick canopy of the woods. A clearing in the branches allowed for pale rays of sunlight to seep through the dense foliage, the sun warming his skin and causing him to squint. His eyes started to sting from it’s intensity, but it was a welcoming feeling. What wasn’t welcome, however, was the moisture that began collecting in his eyes.

“And we have this” You stated, taking his hand and guiding it to rest on the slight bump of your stomach. He splayed his palm and rubbed soothing circles against the fabric of your shirt. He regarded you with an adoration he never knew he would get to experience.

“Thank you, Noct, for giving us this future.” Gladiolus said to the sky, his voice thick with a menagerie of emotions. The sun had given back their ability to live, but it was the boy behind the sun that had given Eos a second chance to shine.

↞Bonus↠

“Noct for the thousandth time NO we are not spending our honeymoon at the recreational fishing area.” You retorted over your shoulder as you sped walked to keep up with a swift paced Ignis. Why did he have to have such long legs?

Ignis was simultaneously speed firing you questions regarding the shapes and materials of various dining wares and whether or not you wanted hydrangeas or lilies placed in the center of each table as the three of you maneuvered through the elaborate department store. Well, it was more like the two of you with how far back Noctis was straggling behind. While Ignis was like a worker bee buzzing from section to section, the prince on the other hand was taking a leisurely stroll; touching random items here and there but not regarding them with much enthusiasm. You had told him that it was fine if he didn’t come; you were enjoying planning out your wedding enough for the two of you. But Noctis protested, saying that even though it wasn’t his favorite thing to do, he wanted to be there because at the end of the day it was both your wedding.

Ignis abruptly stopped in front of a vast display of fabrics, carefully inspecting each one with fine detail. You patiently waited behind the advisor, giving Noctis some time to catch up.

“On any other occasion a weekend fishing with you sounds heavenly, but I don’t want to spend our honeymoon smelling like trout and stinky worms.” You stated, grimacing at the thought of your cute outfits smelling like dead fish.

“Which one of these do you fancy would be suitable for the table cloths for the reception?” Ignis inquired, shoving a book of samples into your hands as he slowly moved down the line of textiles. A moment later, Noctis popped up behind you, idly looking at the samples from over your shoulder. Once you noticed his presence, you held them up so he could get a better view.

“Black obviously.” Noctis declared blandly. It was clear to everyone that he wasn’t that into the whole wedding planning process and was more excited for the actual event than having to be involved in everything that went into arranging it. It didn’t help that he had to get up two hours earlier than he normally did either.

“Of course, Noct, but which black.” Ignis exhaled, looking close to short circuiting. The cloth samples were indeed both a dark shade of cobalt, but they differed in pattern and sheen. Taking matters into your own hands you pointed to the silk cloth with intricate silver embroidering.

“This one is pretty, Iggy.” You chimed in, wanting to keep Ignis’ sanity intact and let Noctis be done with the whole process as soon as possible.

“Couldn’t agree more, Y/N. You always have had the better sense of aesthetics out of the two of you.” Ignis praised before immediately moving onto the next item on the list, leaving behind an annoyed Noctis. You choked back a laugh and turned to face him, poking his puffed cheeks until his pout turned into a smile.

“How about we go to Altissia, with some fishing on the side?” He proposed, grasping your hands and lowering them from his face to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“It’s a deal!” You beamed, bouncing on your heels. The excitement on your features set off sparks in Noctis’ chest.

“If I receive some persuasion, maybe we can throw in a few naps in there too.” You added playfully, swaying your entangled hands from side to side.

“Oh, we can do more than just nap.” Noctis grinned, taking his hands out of yours and fluidly moving to lightly tickle your sides, offering an animated shriek from you. Just as you were getting into a small tickle fight, the buzzing of the store’s intercom system activated.

“Stop dilly-dallying lovebirds and lets get a move on, we still have to go to the caterer’s office after this. I am in isle 24, the silverware section.” Ignis’ unamused voice echoed off every surface of the building.

The two of you exchanged a look of disbelief before breaking out into hysterical laughter.

“Better not keep him waiting.” You patted his chest and broke away from his embrace. Noctis rolled his eyes and placed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you ran hand in hand to your lovely wedding planner.

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your-eternal-muse · 4 years ago

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Kinda Wish She Were Dead

Heather Series Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Bonus! Readers Card Confession Series Playlist

Summery: During a night out on the town with the girls, Reader see’s something she wasn’t supposed to.

Words: 3.7k (my longest yet!)

Warnings: Swearing, a few sexual innuendos, Cheating, Mentions of Alcohol, and a fabulous right hook.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Heather Carmichael, Spencer Reid x eventual Female!Reader

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one....turn it up! Also, the song that inspired this chapter. For the meaning of the song, not that fucking boat scene.

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It’s hot.

Like “laying naked in the middle of your apartment with the air cranked and every fan blowing on you” hot.

I’m one of the lucky ones.

My old apartment was renovated to include central air a few years before I moved in.

Still, the humidity was smothering.

So why was I putting a full face of makeup on, knowing damn well I’m gonna sweat it off before the end of the night?

Because why the hell not?

It’s the first time I’ve made plans with the girls in months, and I deserve to feel pretty, even if only for an hour or two.

My therapist tells me I’m making progress.

And it finally feels like I am.

I don’t hate the day before it even starts when I wake up.

I hardly close my curtains anymore.

I’d like to say that with her help, everything went back to normal.

I go to work and come home. I hang out with my friends, water my potted plants. Talk to Spencer like I never confessed my love for him.

But it didn’t.

I haven’t really spoken to Spencer since the day I left.

I’ve wanted to.

I’ve wanted to tell him that I’m here. I’m still here. That I’m always going to be here.

That I care about him more than probably life itself.

Ever since I came back, we’ve had to work together, and we’ve had a few small conversations, but nothing like what we used to have.

I crave those conversations.

How we would bounce back and forth from idea to idea, topic to topic without so much as breaking a sweat.

The late night conversations about the probability of aliens, and life on the opposite side of the universe.

I crave him, and the intimacy he brought.

Lately though, he’s been coming to work with a sullen look on his face.

He shows up earlier, and stays later, drowning himself in his paperwork.

When her calls interrupt a caseload, he no longer eagerly picks up to hear what she has to say.

All I want to do is walk over and ask him how he’s doing. How the married life is treating him. If there’s anything I can do to help lift his spirits.

But I can’t.

I’d be overstepping a boundary I didn’t even know I created that night out on the balcony.

Knocking on my door snaps me out of my daze, and I quickly cap my lipstick, making my way towards my front door where my night stands, waiting.

JJ, Emily, and Penelope are waiting, big smiles and laughter bubbling from their lips.

I let the smile spread across my face.

“I just need to grab my shoes and then I’ll be ready.” I usher them into my hallway, running back to my bedroom to grab the pair of heels resting by my closet.

I sit on my bed, slipping them on with ease and grabbing my bag on my way out.

They all ooh and ahh when I step into the light of my kitchen, and JJ grabs my hand, twirling me in place so they can get a better look at my outfit.

“I almost forgot you had party attire, y/n.”

“God, I wish I had an ass like that. I’m older than you. That’s not fair.” Emily says, landing a playful slap against the fabric of my skirt.

“Oh stop it, you flatter me.” Once upon a time, the attention would have made me antsy. The voice in my head would whisper that they were lying to me, that they really thought I was the ugliest thing in existence.

That was then, and this is now. Now the confidence shines off of me like a spotlight.

“You deserve to be flattered, you beautiful goddess you.” Penelope says, her hands waving in the air.

I take a look in the new mirror that hangs in my hallway, and I can’t help but agree. The tight black skirt accentuates my curves, the low cut golden crop top that sticks to me like another skin puts the girls on display, and my heels give me legs for days.

I look damn good.

“Okay okay okay, pre-game selfie!” Penelope grabs her phone and holds up in front of her while we gather around.

She snaps the picture and within a few quick taps, a buzzing emits from my bag.

I dig my phone out, seeing the picture pop up in my notifications.

JJ has her arms wrapped around me, and I’m pressed to Penelope's side. Emily stands over us, one hand on JJ’s shoulder, the other on Penelopes.

I don’t think I could fake a smile like the one on my face even if I wanted to.

I save it to my phone.

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If I thought being in my house, alone, with air conditioning was bad, then I shouldn't have even bothered coming out.

The bar, albeit small, was packed.

Even if there was a breeze, or any airflow at all, the combined body heat of the crowd would have swallowed it up.

I couldn’t really bring it in me to care all that much, though.

The dim lights and heat left my skin with a sexy shine, bringing attention to all the right places.

I could feel the eyes on me.

The ones belonging to men wanting to drown their sorrows in a woman like me, one who appears vulnerable, willing to go along for the ride.

It’s been a while, since I’ve had the attention of the opposite gender, especially this very specific kind of attention.

It feels good, in a way. To be wanted so openly. But it doesn’t mean jack to me, not if it’s not the pair of eyes I’ve been desperate to catch.

I should stop thinking about him.

It’s a girls night out. I don’t have to think, or worry about anything.

Besides, he’s probably busy doing other things. Thinking about me is the last thing on his mind.

I laugh and take a sip from the Shirley temple sitting in front of me, laughing as JJ recounts a story about will and a botched attempt at breakfast in bed.

I pick a cherry up from the fizzy drink, and bite the end off, relishing in the sweet flavor. I pop the stem in my mouth, twirling it around my tongue as I listen to the conversation, pulling it between my teeth and setting it down on the table in a knot.

“Oh my god. Did you just tie a cherry stem with your tongue?” Penelope is cheesing from the other side of the table, the bright pink straw of her margarita almost to her lips.

I laugh, holding it up for them to inspect.

“You know what that means.” Emily says, taking a sip from her own drink, before continuing her thought. “You, my friend, can give great head.”

A blush covers my cheek, but I cock an eyebrow. “Who told you?”

The three women burst into high pitched laughter, and I see Pen pull out her phone. She holds it up to me.

“Do it again. The internet needs to be blessed with this knowledge.”

I chuckle again, the spirit of the night enough to get me drunk off the energy. I grab another cherry from my drink, sucking the end into my mouth before popping it off, and swallowing it.

“Alright, we have one, untied cherry stem before us.” I hold out the stem for the camera to see. “Now watch as I tie it with no hands.” I stick out my tongue, placing it in the middle before closing my mouth.

I rest my elbows on the table, working my tongue around the stem, forcing it into submission to do exactly what I want.

Within 15 seconds, I pull it through my teeth, and hold up a tied cherry stem.

“Ta-da! Magic.” I place it on the table as they clap, smiles wide and goofy from their own alcoholic concoctions.

“She’s single people. And there’s a line forming so shoot your shot.” JJ is the one to speak to the camera, and I giggle, taking another sip.

Penelope brings her phone down, and within a minute my phone buzzes again, this time with the notification of the video being posted.

There are worse things to be posted on the internet about me.

“I never knew you could do that, y/n/n.” Pen says, taking a sip from her drink.

I run a hand through my hair, shrugging. “Didn’t think I needed to put it on my resume. It’s mostly a party trick I use when I like someone. I haven’t used it in years though.”

The unspoken question lingers on the air.

“No, I never showed Spencer. But I’m sure it’d blow his mind. The way that man applies math and logic to everything he does just solidifies the fact that I know he wouldn’t be able to do it.”

It’s been a while since I’ve joked about him openly, but it wasn’t forced. It didn’t hurt.

It was just a natural statement.

“Have you guys noticed that something’s up with him? He seems distant lately.” JJ says, leaning in closer so she doesn’t have to talk over the crowd.

“Okay, so it’s not just me.” I reply, playing with the straw in my drink.

“It’s gotta be something at home. I mean, he doesn’t even remotely act the way that he did when him and Heather first got together.” Emily's eyes look me up and down, reading my body language, but I’m done hiding.

I let the building anger ripple through me.

“He seems...sad. And not like, normal Reid sad where it has to do with his mom or something, no this is like..” she stops herself from continuing the sentence.

I finish it for her. “It’s like, me, sad.”

JJ sighs. “I hate to say it, but do you think it has anything to do with Heather?”

A glass shatters across the room, and like the red sea, the crowd parts.

Everything happens in no more than a couple seconds, but it feels like a lifetime.

Through the empty space, I see two people standing at the bar. The woman has her hands wound into the man's shirt, her body turned as she laughs at someone behind her, I’m assuming the one who dropped the glass.

The man has his hands gripped on her hips, smiling into her hair, before she turns back around, connecting their lips in the most disgusting kiss I have had the displeasure of witnessing.

The rage builds swiftly in my stomach and it pulses from my soul outward. The world’s tint changes and I see red.

“Even if it doesn’t right now, it will.”

When the hell did I stand up?

They stand with me, and I’m about to argue my point when Emily speaks. “You want something to record, Garcia?” She moves by me, fixing my hair, handing me her glass which holds a swig of her drink left. “Record this.”

I take it, downing it for a little liquid luck, and start for the bar, the three of them on my heels.

I profile him as best I can in the 20 seconds it takes to get through the now reforming crowd.

There’s a gold ring on his hand. His pants and shirt are dirty, and his boots are thick. He works in something having to do with construction, which means he’s probably done around 5 every night, and I know for a fact that it is way past that.

I walk up to them, grabbing her shoulder and pulling them apart, stepping in between them, getting face to face to him.

“Before you even think about laying a hand on me, my name is SSA Y/L/N of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the F.B.I. From the look of your clothes and the ring on your finger, I’m gonna go ahead and assume that your wife is waiting for you at home.”

His hand instinctively falls to his back pocket.

“And since you just reached for what I’m assuming is your phone, she’s called you multiple times tonight. She knows. Now, fuck off and maybe you can salvage things with her, but believe me when I say this,” His breath smells sour. “You aren’t even half the man that she’s married to.”

He opens his mouth to say something, looking from me, to Heather, to the three women surrounding her, keeping her from leaving, and the camera pointed directly at his face.

He looks back down to me, and huffs, stepping back and walking in the other direction.

For a moment, I stare at where he stood.

And then a fire ignites in my stomach and it takes everything in me to not beat the girl standing behind me.

I turn, and lightning strikes behind her eyes.

“You’re not gonna tell him.”

“Like hell I’m not!” I take a step forward, and she takes one back, bumping into Emily who has her arms crossed, and her shoulders raised. “You know, I tried so hard to give you the benefit of the doubt, Heather. You made him happy and I honestly thought you loved him, but I realize now that he deserves someone so much better than you.”

“Oh what, someone like you?” She’s snide, her demeanor defensive and cocky at the same time. She thinks she’s gonna come out on top of this.

“You know what? Yes. Someone like me. Someone who wouldn’t even think about doing this to him, because the amount of pain that he is about to go through doesn’t even come close to the stupid fucking reward. Oh, so you slept with some douchebag because what? You’re not getting enough attention?” The words are cathartic, leaving my belly with the venom that has been brewing there for the past 2 and half years.

“I found your letter. I was right about you.”

That would have stopped me in my tracks 6 months ago. Now I don’t even flinch.

“Oh honey, it’s not a fucking secret anymore. You want to hear me say it? I love him. I am in love with Spencer fucking Reid, and the only reason that he is with you, is because I was a decent human being and could see that you made him happy, so I kept my mouth shut. But I don’t care anymore. I don’t give a flying fuck what happens now, because whatever it is, it has to be better than being with a lying, cheating bitch like you.”

“You think he’s gonna run to you? Is that what you’re hoping for? He’s not gonna believe you. And even if he did, I’d turn on the water works and make him believe it was just this one time.”

She doesn’t know she’s being filmed.

I turn to the bartender. “Excuse me, is she a regular here?”

The bartender smirks, wiping down the wood. “Yep. She comes in at least a couple times a week with that dude you kicked to the curb. They almost always leave together.”

Heather scoffs, crossing her arms. “Again, he’ll never believe you.”

“You sure about that hot stuff?” Penelope steps forward, shoving the camera in her face. “Smile for the camera.”

Heather's eyes go wide, before turning to me. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would do it for a fucking corn chip.”

I place my hands on my hips, getting so close to her our noses almost touch. My voice is dangerously low when I speak. “Either you tell him everything or I will. And trust me. I have my ways of finding out if you did.”

I step back, wishing the daggers in my eyes could inflict actual pain, as I turn to walk away.

I hear her shout in frustration before I feel her hands on my back, pushing me forward into the mass of people.

A couple people unaware of the confrontation help me back up with a smile, thinking I’ve just drunkenly tripped over myself.

Emily and JJ each hold one of my arms, making sure I’m stable, while Penelope keeps filming a look of shock on her face.

A wicked smile forms on my face.

I was hoping she’d do something like that.

I turn and my fist connects with her face, a nice cracking noise satisfying the lust building in my chest, as a thin coat of blood covers my knuckles.

Though, it’s not my blood.

She’s holding her nose in pain as she falls to the floor, taking down a bar stool with her, and I swear I see the bartender laugh.

I grab a napkin off the bar, wiping my knuckles before throwing it on the floor by her feet.

“C’mon girls. The night is still young.”

I see them cover their own smiles with their hands, and Penelope starts to giggle the shock away.

I know I should feel bad. It was unprofessional of me.

But she shoved me first.

It is, legally, self-defense.

Is it sick that I wish she would have punched me?

It doesn’t matter anyway. I know she won’t press charges. She’s smart enough to know she just dug her grave.

And now she has to lie in it.

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The atmosphere is different when I walk into the office the next morning.

It’s tense.

And one look from JJ and an inhale of air tells me why.

Spencer’s here.

I barely have time to set my bag down on my desk, before he grabs me suddenly by the arm, dragging me into a nearby conference room.

The anger is rolling off of him in waves, and I can see by the way he clenches and unclenches his fists, he is pissed.

He almost throws me into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“You want to tell me why the fuck you punched Heather in the face for no damn reason?”

Stupid, stupid girl.

Did she not think, that the way I would find out, would be from Spencer himself?

I can’t help but shake my head and laugh. “She didn’t tell you.”

“She told me that she was having a drink with a girlfriend of hers when you came up drunk, yelling at her, until you just punched her. Can you explain that to me?”

He’s finally yelling at me. After months of begging for him to yell at me, he finally is.

It doesn’t feel as good as I had hoped it would.

I don’t say anything, just pull out my phone to find the video that Garcia sent me.

“Are you serious right now, Y/N? Put your fucking phone down and explain to me why you broke my wife's nose!”

I sit in a chair, setting the phone on the table and sliding it towards him. I lean back and cross my hands over my stomach.

“Watch the video, Spencer.”

“Why? Why should I listen to anything you tell me?”

I lean forward, onto my elbow, annunciating every syllable. “Watch the damn video.”

He stands, and I watch as he fights with himself, before huffing in defeat, sitting in a chair and pulling my phone towards him.

He presses play.

I watch as his anger flows away with each passing second, despair taking its place.

This is what I wasn’t looking forward to. Seeing him see it for the first time.

Watching him break.

It wasn’t pretty.

I watch as tears form in his eyes and silently drop down his cheeks.

He clenches his jaw as he watches her shove me, and the punch that followed.

The room is dead quite when the video ends.

I’m the one who speaks first, my voice soft.

“I punched her, because she had the audacity to do this. She had the audacity to hurt you, and flaunt that fact publicly.”

I swallow, taking a breath before speaking.

“I meant everything I said in that video, Spence.”

He looks up at the nickname, his anger no longer directed at me.

“She hurt you, and I saw red. I didn’t think about what I was doing, and frankly, I’m glad I didn’t. I don’t regret standing up for you. I never have, and I never will.” I clasp my hands together, forcing myself to continue.

“I love you Spencer. I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I’m going to have to live with you finding other people and falling in love, and I promise you, I will support you in that. But not with her. Not after that. You deserve so much better than a girl who thinks she can get away with this just because she’s pretty and jealous.”

He taps a couple things on my phone, before turning the screen off and sliding it back over to me.

He stands.

I don’t. I continue talking as he walks over to me.

“You mean everything to me, Spence. If I know you’re happy, truly happy, then I’m satisfied. I will defend you until the end of the universe comes. You are my best friend, and I love you. And I’m sorry I was never upfront about it before, but I am now.”

I look up at him as he stands in front of me. “I’m done hiding from you.”

He’s still for a moment.

He reaches down and grabs my hands, pulling me up before he wraps his arms around my waist and buries himself into my neck.

I pause, but only for a moment, before wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight against me.

I can feel the wet spots on my neck as he cries, and his hands wind themselves into the fabric of my shirt.

When was the last time he was held like this?

I don’t count the time until he loosens his grip, stepping back from me and wiping his face.

I would hold him until the end of time if he let me.

“Thank you.” He whispers, before moving towards the door.

He opens it and walks out, and I grab my phone, running after him.

I stop in the doorway.

“Hey!”

He stops and turns, and the rest of the team is watching over their files.

My heart is pounding, and I feel out of breath.

“I don’t have a choice,” I let him remember. “But I still choose you.”

A small smile flutters across his face, before he turns and walks away.

I look down at my phone.

Spence xp

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superhero--imagines · 3 years ago

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Etsy Store Here l Ko-Fi l Commission Info I Instagram I Zine

- So like- you guys have seen those good review videos on snapchat right?

- Where these public figures will try trendy food and rate it

- So Atsumu is there as a popular volleyball player, known for having a loud charismatic personality

- And you’re there too

- You can decide what it’s for: maybe you’re an up and coming writer promoting your book, a content creator on social media, a noteworthy chef, whatever-

- You’re both sitting side by side

- You’re Introducing yourself when Atsumu gets a whiff of you

- You smell good- you can decide what it is, maybe your perfume/cologne, or your shampoo

- Whatever it is it makes Atsumu feel like he’s drunk

- All lightheaded with a flush creeping up his neck

- It’s attraction at first sniff

- When he gets past the smell and takes a look at you, well dang you’ve kinda got a cute face huh?

- Maybe not something as flashy as the models/athletes he see’s

- It’s something gentler

- You’re still cute though

- You on the other hand-

- You look calm

- But I promise your soul has left your body and it is currently on another plane of existence SCREAMING INTO THE VOID

- You knew an athlete was going to be doing this with you

- But you didn’t think it was THE ATSUMU MIYA

- you’re a huge fan

- Would it be unprofessional to ask him to autograph something for you?

- Before either of you can mess up this feeble attraction you have (you with your fangirling and him with his bad pick up lines) they bring out the first thing you guys are trying

- “Oh, it looks like one of those grain bowls!” You say

- Atsumu nods next to you

- “I see some mixed grains-“

- “A lot of olives and tomatoes”

- “There are two dressings!” Cue Atsumu making the Pikachu meme face

- Lololol

- “I’m struggling to mix it tbh” you confess and Atsumu nods beside you

- “Oh I gotta great idea!”

- He makes a little well in the middle of his plastic bowl, puts both his dressing in there, closes the lid, and shakes it.

- While he’s shaking it, the bowl slips from his fingers and flies across the room, landing on the floor and spilling everywhere

- You both look at it, and then at the crew

- “Y’all wouldn’t happen to have another one?”

- You end up having to share yours with him

- “It’s good!” You say, but your eyebrows are threaded and your expression says otherwise

- Atsumu gives you a skeptical expression

- “I mean- it’s not bad it’s just-“

- “It’s hella bland” Atsumu finishes and you nod

- “Yeah they’re really giving us nothing here”

- “It needs some acid, y’all wouldn’t happen to have hot sauce would ya” Atsumu asks

- And to his surprise, your hand dips into your bag and you pull out a bottle of hot sauce

- You put it on your portion before offering it to him

- “So does everyone carry hot sauce in their bag now?” He asks, half teasing and you shake your head

- “Nah, just me and Beyoncé”

- Atsumu laughs

- The verdict?

- “It’s good with the hot sauce,” Atsumu says in between bites

- “It was better with the hot sauce” you nod in agreement

- “Also, that was a lot of food! I couldn’t finish my half, so I feel like it’s a really good quantity”

- You look over to Atsumu who’s polished his portion

- “Unless you’re Atsumu,” you say with a giggle

- “Unless your me,” he says with a grin

- You guys are really vibing tbh, and the crew picks up on it too

- It’s always cool when the guests are good to work with, it makes everyone happy

- The next thing they bring out is a matcha latte

- “Oooo I like that foam on top”

- Atsumu stirs his drink getting the matcha evenly in it

- “They have that lid on top to sip from, that’s how you know they charged you too much for this drink” Atsumu jokes and you laugh

- You got a cute laugh, he thinks

- A smirks curling on his lips but it promptly disappears the second he takes a sip

- “Oh that’s terrible”

- “It’s really bad”

- You’re gagging

- “I didn’t think they could make matcha this bad”

- “They literally charged y’all $15 to give ya grass in a cup with some coconut milk huh?”

- Verdict

- “No”

- “Never”

- While the crew is getting you ready for the next course you guys chat a little

- “So you guys have a game next week right?” Atsumu perks up at that

- Ah so you’re a fan?

- Well that helps his odds

- “Yeah, it’s supposed to be a tough one.”

- “I like your odds though” and it’s true you think their odds are super good, they’ve got Bokuto and Hinata after all

- Plus they’ve all got really good communication with each other

- “Well maybe ya can stop by at my next game and see the outcome for ya self”

- Atsumu’s not joking he’s being serious

- But before you can say anything it’s time to film again

- The last thing you guys try is a three-tier cake

- “It looks pretty,” you say, it’s layers of cream with a nice thick layer of strawberry in the middle

- “ ‘s not enough jam” Atsumu appraises

- “Big strawberry fan?” You ask and Atsumu shrugs

- Normally he’d say something like ‘let me take to dinner and then you can find out

- But he doesn’t wanna put you on the spot on camera so he shrugs

- “I’d rather have fruit than cake ya feel?”

- You nod

- “Fruit, nature’s candy,” you say with a very serious expression

- Atsumu laughs so hard he cries

- You both take a hesitant bite

- After all, that matcha latte looked good too

- “Bruuuuuh,” He says immediately after

- “Can we get another slice?” You ask between bites

- “Is it soaked in something?”

- “I think it’s like a cream?”

- “The cake is soaked in a cream liquor,” the crewman behind the camera tells you

- “I don’t even care that I’m not supposed to have alcohol,” Atsumu says shoving cake into his mouth

- “It’s so good!”

- Verdict

- “We ate too much, and ... it’s somehow hard to breathe?” You’re slumped back in your chair and Atsumu is in a similar state

- “It’s all that sugar” he shakes his head

- “Worth it though”

- “Oh one hundred percent”

- And that’s a wrap

- “It was really fun working with you guys!”

- The producer shakes your hand and you tell him it was a pleasure to work with him as well

- “Yeah, it’s always nice having happy couples in y’know? Always brings a good vibe to the space”

- Atsumu doesn’t miss the way you turn bright red

- “O-oh no we’re not a couple!”

- You with the great Atsumu Miya? No way

- You’d probably faint if he tried to hold your hand

- The producer gives you a confused expression

- “Oh? Well then maybe you should be”

- You don’t miss the devilish smile on their face as they walk away leaving a short-circuiting (Y/N) and A grinning Atsumu

- You turn to him, hoping to see him in a similar state

- But he’s just grinning at you

- “Well ya heard them, let’s go get some coffee to make up for that crappy one”

- You’re just blindly following him wondering if this is a prank or a dream

- “I know a place that has an actual good matcha latte, if ya like those that is”

- And you’re standing on the edge

- You could easily tell him no you don’t like matcha lattes at all, or that you have somewhere else to be

- You can just walk away

- But when you look into those bright brown eyes the words rumble right out

- “I would love that”

Bonus:

- “Hey ‘Sumu,” he shifts beside you, the arm that’s sling over your shoulder shifting slightly

- “They invited us back to the show,” you say showing him the email you got

- “That producer did say they like couples,” he says with a grin, squeezing your shoulder

- “As long as we don’t have to drink that matcha latte again”

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whoreshijima · 4 years ago

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Ellie 💓💓💓 again congrats on the 250! You deserve every one of them 🤧🤧 I’m in desperate need of Iwaizumi + coming home (bonus points of its time skip, EXTRA BONUS if he’s been gone for like a week or so, like longer-ish) also pls SFW bc I’m tired and my brain and heart are tired as well and I don’t think I can handle smut rn hahahaha okay byeeee love u I hope u have a great day! ✨

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN BABY (also I found it so funny that you forgot to tag yourself you silly billy @goldenhour-goldenboy 😂🥺) thank you for being so supportive, I don’t interact much so Imma work on that I promise! One sleepy and fluffy iwa piece coming up!

You loved your Iwaizumi, loved the way he worked so hard at his job and cared for the people he trained, especially the team. They were you second family and it was so heart warming to see him work so hard for the men he believed so much in. As much as it warmed you heart and soul, he was away a lot, bringing your own heart and soul crashing to the floor some nights when you’re laying alone in the bed, where your Iwa should be. Hoodies and blankets could never live up to the warmth he provides when he pulls you close to his chest.

This time, your Iwa had been away for nearly two weeks on a training camp with the National team, you knew it was essential but it drained you. Tonight was finally the night where he comes through the door and melts in your arms. Holding back your excitement, your order in his favourite takeout food, selecting all his favourite films and obtaining all the snacks that you know he loves to have on his cheat days. Cuddling up on the couch in Hajimes jumper you eagerly wait for his voice to ring through the apartment you shared.

Hours have ticked by, the food cold and waiting on the side, you’ve eaten half of the snacks that were set aside for your movie night. Ding! Your phone tells you that you’ve got a text ‘The planes just only landed, sweetheart. I’ll be an hour, maximum. Love you’ You sigh as you take the snacks to the kitchen and turning off the TV. You decide that the movie night could wait, settling back on the couch you curl up under a blanket and wait for your Iwa.

“Hey Baby..” Izaizumi is home, calling out through the apartment as he drops his bags in the threshold of your little home. No reply. Sliding his shoes off he wanders through the house, frowning at all the lights turned off. Plodding into the lounge, his frown curls up into a small grin at the sight of you asleep on the couch. He can tell you’ve tried really hard to stay awake and places a small kiss to your forehead, teasing you awake “Sweetheart, lets get you to bed hm?” He chuckles when your eyes snap open, dazed with sleep and pure love for your boyfriend. “Iwa...” you whisper. Your Iwa was home.

Suddenly his big arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, nuzzling his neck. He smelt like planes and sweat and cheap body wash. He still smelt like home, the scent making you feel safe and protected. You suddenly feel the mattress pressing into your back and soft pillows under your head. The dip in the mattress next to you is a feeling you love, knowing that in less than three seconds, your head will bury itself in your Iwa’s strong chest, soft skin pressing to your cheek. “missed you” is what you hear as a whisper from Hajimes mouth “I’m so glad you’re home” is all you can muster out without tears spilling from your eyes.

As much as Iwaizumi would love to sleep, he can’t help but look into your eyes and talk about everything and anything. He missed you so much, telling you about how the boys trained so hard, how they all asked about you and how they can’t wait to be his best men at your wedding. He scrolls through his camera roll, showing you all the pretty sights he saw on his jogs each morning, the dog that lived at local cafe... before he knew it, you were snoring gently on his shoulder. He blushes gently and pulls you in closer “sleep well, baby” he whispers and shuts his own eyes. He has his whole lifetime to tell you stories, right now he just wants to hold you.

I hope this is okay! All I want is Iwa to hold me 🥺🥺 thank your for requesting baby 🤍

SEND ME A CHARACTER, A SITUATION AND IF YOU WANT IT NSFW OR SFW AND ILL WRITE YA A LIL SUMMIN

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bard-of-worlds · 4 years ago

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Ladybug AU/ The Law is The Law CH1

Adrien scowled as he reached the location of the photoshoot, the way the battle with Mayura and Hawkmoth, what had been done to Sentibug was still causing him some problems, he didn’t know if after everything that had happened today he didn’t know how he would be able to handle the shoot. When he saw Lila sitting on a chair and having her makeup done he stopped and grabbed Vincent as he walked by. Vincent turned to Adrien and paled as he saw the look in Adrien’s eyes.

“Vincent, hey……quick question, why in the name of everything good and pure is Lila here?” Adrien asked flatly as Vincent swallowed.

“I don’t know Adrien, all I know was that I was told there would be a new model at the shoot, nothing about who or why only that Nathalie would introduce her…..Love to talk kid but I have to go and get my camera ready, sooooo. Bye.” Vincient said as he dashed off, throwing a look at Adrien as he walked away. You know, I wondered how he was Gabe’s kid but that there, it’s gone now. He thought as he looked around and saw the looks on the other crew’s faces and hoped Adrien wouldn’t explode.

Adrien looked at Lila and scowled, not needing this now. I don’t know what Father’s thinking, anyone in class could have been a better pick, Sabrina, Juleka or Chloe if he wanted someone my age to model with that’s not in the bussniess. But maybe I can use this, if I can talk to her she might clean up what she did to Marinette, and if not then I might get the pressure to make her do it. Adrien thought as he reached for his phone and moved it to his pocket, praying that he wouldn’t have to use this.

“I don’t know how but you will fix this Lila. How could you get Marinette expelled?!” Adrien demanded as he discreetly pointing his phone’s camera at her, part of him hoping this wouldn’t be necessary.

“Why should I do that? I tried to get her play ball and she wouldn’t, I warned her and we both made our choices, I made mine and here we are.” Lila said as she looked at Adrien as he stared at her. “I told her I would ruin her and I did, I said I would get you and here I am.”

“So just so we’re clear, you lied, you threatened Marinette and got her expelled because she called you out on your lies? How did you even do it anyway?” Adrien asked as he fought to keep his temper down ‘Get me’, so I was right about her. Just another person who objectified me or sees what they want to think. Adrien thought as he looked at her.

“It was so easy, all I had to do was go to the bathroom after the test, pull the alarm and get the answer sheet that was left on that idiot teacher’s desk and put it in Marinette’s bag. They never even noticed it but it was after the last class and well.” Lila said with a giggle as Adrien fumed and glared at her.

“And you would do it again, wouldn’t you?” Adrien asked as he kept his face plain, but inside he was shocked that this was so essay to get what he needed from her.

“I would even without the bonus your father gave me.” Lila said as Adrien looked at her in confusion.

“Bonus, my father? What does he have to do with this?!” Adrien demanded as he looked at Lila, on the inside he wasn’t scared but angry, and he felt the last vestige of his control was starting to burn away.

“Don’t act so surprised, he had to have talked to you about it and told you to act the way you did before the Akuma attacked everyone, the Gabriel brand over all, and its spokesperson speaking up for someone accused of a crime would be a perfect publicity stunt.” Lila said she looked at him.

Adrien stared at Lila as his vision went red as she sat there grinning back at him as he went over what she had said before whipping his head around and he saw Nathalie in the limo looking towards the shoot, his eyes widening as he realize that for once Lila was telling the truth, turning off his phone he turned to look at the river and tried to calm down. I can’t believe this! I knew something was wrong when I learned that Lila was going to model with me but I can’t believe……Wait….if she’s here because of that then this means! Adrien thought as his thoughts crystalized

“You did that for this!? You were completely willing to ruin her life for this?!” Adrien exploded as he shot up from his chair looking at her. As the crew looked on Adrien grabbed her, pulled her behind him despite what she was saying and with surprising strength threw her into the river! Nathalie got out of the car and rushed over towards the water as the crew stared in total shock before they moved to help Lila out.

“Adiren what were you thinking! Your father will not be happy about this at all. I don’t even know what….!” Nathalie would have kept talking but Adiren turned around and looked at her with such a look of rage, anger and disgust in his eyes that she stopped talking.

“I don’t care.” Adrien said flatly as Nathalie tried to recover.. “Nathalie, tell my father that for the first time ever I’m glad that mom is gone. This way I have memories of a beautiful person instead of someone who could love the monster that he’s become!” Adrien said as he looked at her and gripped his phone. “An Agreste is held to high standards; well this has shown me that mine are very different from his and no amount of effort will ever be good enough for him!”

As Nathalie looked at him, really looked at him for the first time ever she could comprehend what she was seeing. Adrien had always been an accommodating to Gabriel’s wishes that she never thought that he would ever act this way. Adrien turned, manipulating his phone as he did so and walked away, not even paying her any piece of mind. Nathalie looked around and saw the photo crew trying to get Lila out of the river and stormed over to them, pulling them back and staring down at her. ”What did you say?”

“What?” Lila asked as she tried to climb out of the river.

“What did you say Lila!?” Nathalie demanded as Lila looked up at her. “Adrien has never, ever acted even remotely like that or said anything about his father, so WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?”

“I told him about the job that got me here. Why the hell he’d react that way, Gabriel told me to do it!” Lila said as Nathalie looked down at her and paled.

“Louis, hey. Sorry to call out of the blue but can we talk?” Adrien said into his phone as walked off, ignoring the camera crew as they stared at him, he just kept walking.

“Yeah Adrien, what’s up?” Louis’s voice came through the phone as Adrien could hear the squeak of his chair as he leaned back in it. “Need some wisdom from somebody who’s been around the block a few times?”

“No, not wisdom do it, that thing we talked about. He’s finally crossed my final line, I don’t have a choice anymore.” Adrien said as he looked behind him, not seeing the Gorilla anywhere so there was that.

“You sure kid? Once this goes out there’s no turning back, this is a big choice to make?” Louise asked causing Adrien to nod before he realized that Louise couldn’t see him and blushed before he spoke again.

“Yeah I am, what he is, what he’s willing to do for his brand, I just can’t live with myself if we don’t do this.” Adrien said as he walked.

“And…….. done! In a few hours there’s going to be such an investigation that gonna cause old Gabe to pass out! I’m sorry you were pushed to this point kid, but I’ve got a spare coach if you want to use it.” Louise said.

“Don’t be, I should have done this months ago. Looking back my relationship with him died when mom disappeared.” Adrien said as he felt Plagg press against him and he reached into the pocket Plagg was in and felt Plagg hug his hand. At least I still have him and Ladybug, and her kwami too. He thought as he released a breath and let the last of his relationship with his father die as it should have when he started to treat him as only an employee. “And about that second thing I just sent you a video I just shot, and I think I have some pro bono work you’ll love, do you know the bakery near my school?”

“Yeah, I love their cookies, but what do Tom and Sabine have to do with this? And you know I only do that stuff when I have a good target of injustice so what happened?” Louis asked. Wait a minute, don’t those two have a daughter who should be around the kid’s age? Louise thought as he waited for Adrien’s reply.

“First off, is it legal for a student to be expelled on the same day as the crime?” Adrien asked as he walked through Paris, hopping that

“No, all students need a hearing for expulsion, did he use that world? Hold on I’ve got the file you sent me………holy! And this bitch framed a friend of yours at Gabe’s direction?!” Louise said as he “Kid you should have called me soon, now I can probably get the expulsion off her records and I think I can get a nice settlement for her and then there’s your dad but….”

“That’s it Louise it happened today!” Adrien interrupted him and Louise stopped talking. “There wasn’t a hearing, she wasn’t suspended, the principle just expelled her in front of everybody!”

“Adrien, buddy. You bring me the best presents! A perfect way to strike against the school that let the person that abused my goddaughter into trying to commit suicide walk free, I love it!” Louis said with a laugh.

“Wait, what! My school is the one where that happened?” Adrien asked as he stopped moving for a moment as his eyes went wide.

“Yeah, this bitch always believed the whore and punished my goddaughter, she almost killed herself. In the end the teacher was fired, the bully had left and moved to a different county and what a teacher could do to a student was changed. I think they were talking about changing the rules for how they punish someone. One of the most idiotic ideas was to for it to only apply if the teacher saw them do it or they got it on camera, the most insane idea I have ever heard.” Louise said as Adrien gasped. “Kid, what is it?”

“I think they did make that rule Louise. Chloe hasn’t changed much and besides words and actions taken where no one besides the victim could see it she’s gotten away with a lot. And this time Mari….the victim was expelled based on only on the accusers word, they even made it a public spectator. ” Adrien said flatly. Is this why Chloe gets away with everything she does? But wait the cameras! He thought as he heard Louise’s chair pushed backwards as he got up.

“WHAT! I know they’ve got cameras in that place; it was part of the settlement! Don’t tell me that they aren’t being used!” Louise exclaimed with a hint of anger in his voice.

“They’re practically ornamental at this point! They never even looked at the ones in the courtyard, all Lila said was that Marinette pushed her down the stairs and the principle believed her!” Adrien said as he heard Louise grit his teeth. “And I admit finding the necklace in her locker was damming but there are no locks on any of them and it could have fit through the grill!”

“This necklace, it was tested for fingerprints at least right?” Louis asked as Adrien stayed silent and Louis felt a headache coming on. “Adrien tell me they at least did that and listened to more than just one student right, please?”

“I can’t Louise, I just can’t.” Adrien said softly as he heard Louis trying to keep his temper down and count backwards from twenty.

“Kid, I’ll meet you at the bakery, if I hear anything more now I’m going to scream. I’ll have my people send out the papers for the first thing you called me about before I leave, see you there.” As Adrien heard the call end he sighed.

“Plagg, I should have done this when this began.” He said softly as he walked towards Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.

“The throwing Lila into the river or calling in Louise when pigtails got expelled, causing I’m all for transforming and going to cataclysming her.” Plagg said as Adiren laughed. I guess I can’t expect any different from Plagg, he’s been saying to get rid of her for weeks! I had to hope she was acting that way like my mask have when I’m in public or around fat….Gabriel. I guess this finally proved once and for all where I stand with him, and somehow I feel lighter. Adrien thought as he walked.

“The calling Louise, I mean I had hoped she was just telling stories thing because she was nervuis and scared, I mean moving around so much I can understand that, it took me weeks to lighten up and start to be more then my mask at school.” Adrien said with a sigh. “And most of Chloe’s act is because she wants her mom to love her.”

“I’ll say once and I’ll say it again, that woman is a piece of work! I’ve seen a lot of people over the centuries but like her, always the worst of the worst.” Plagg said as he looked up at Adrien.

“Adrien there you are!” Chloe’s voice caused Adrien to turn and see her pounding towards him with Sabrina following behind her. “How the hell are we going to get Marinette un-expelled? This is ridicules, completely ridicules!”

Adrien looked at Chloe as she started a terade and frowned as what she was saying got through to him. “Wait, you want to help Marinette?”

“Of course! Nobody but nobody messes with Dunpain-Chang but me! And even I wouldn’t threaten her how Lila did!” Chloe said a huff as she looked up at the sky.

“What do you mean, threatened Marinette?! When did that happen?!” Adrien demanded as Chloe looked at him and Sabrina’s mouth dropped open.

“It was when she came back, she cornered Marinette and she felt so scared an Akuma was summoned but she fought it off!” Sabrina said causing Adrien to gasp at her.

“That’s where that Akuma came from, that’s how Lila was Akumatized, not because I talked to her?!” Adrien said with shock, stepping backwards as he paled in horror. “God, I am the most idiotic person on the planet!”

“Sabrina saw her reach for it Adrien what are you…..What did you do?!” Chloe demanded as she saw him react to what she and Sabrina told him and started to grow worried, he had only acted like this when he had made what he thought was a mistake, like when he had given his mom flowers and she turned out to be allergic to them.

“I thought Lila’s emotions spiked because I talked to her about how she didn’t have to lie to get people to like her, not that she chased one down! I told Marinette to take the highroad about her lies, I never knew…….” Adrien said as Chloe gasped and started to get mad and was about to exploded when Sabrina spoke up.

“You thought she was so emotional that talking to her about her lies caused her to get on Hawkmoth’s radar?” Sabrina asked as Chloe looked at her then at Adrien with her mouth open.

“God, and you were worried that she’d attack anyone who called her out, did you at least explain that to Marinette?” Chloe asked only to sigh when Adrien hung his head. “Adrien!”

“I……. I knew she’d probably react like you guys are and I didn’t want to give Lila any ammunition to use, I’ve been trying to get alone to talk to her about it but I haven’t been able to yet.” Adrien said miserably.

“Then go and talk to her now! And wait……. Don’t you have a photoshoot about now?” Chloe asked as she looked around, confused beyond words.

Adrien’s phone seemed to burn a hole into his leg and he looked at Chloe steadily. “I’m handling Marinette’s problems. And about the shoot I walked off after I threw the other model there, Lila into the river!”

“What the hell was Lie-la doing there? And how are you handing what happened?” Chloe demanded as she looked at Adrien, fuming. Why the heck did Gabriel get Lila to model, if he wanted a new teen girl anyone would have been better, heck even Alya could do it! She thought as Adrien seemed to be struggling with something.

“I called Louise about it, he said that what the principle did wasn’t right…..and I told him to send off the notice to the Department of Child Services.” Adrien said as Chloe and Sabrina gasped and looked at him.

“Why, I mean you should have done it months ago but why now?” Sabrina said, having been Chloe’s friend for years she knew Adrien at least superficially and this wasn’t like him.

“Lila did what she did because he told her to.” Adrien as they looked at him, not understanding what he was saying. “She said that the modeling thing is a bonus and that she thought how I tried to help Marinette was a publicity stunt for the brand.”

Chloe gasped a hand shooting to her mouth as she looked at him with shock, wondering what had driven Gabriel to do that. “I’m sorry Adrien, you know that there’s always a room at the hotel if you need it.”

“I’ve got a couch dad will be happy to lend you.” Sabrina said with a small smile.

“Yeah thanks girls…..I’m meeting Louise at Marinette’s, do you want to come along as support?” Adrien asked and Chloe laughed.

“I can guess what’s going on, so I’ll do a little research and get back to you and Marinette later, good luck groveling to her.” Chloe said as she and Sabrina walked off. Adrien looked at her and shook his head, wondering if Marinette would forgive him for his mistake.

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Sabine sighed as she tried not to think what had happened earlier today at school but she couldn’t. “Nothing about it makes sense, I mean I know my daughter, she’d never do this! And how Lila was still walking around after she was pushed, it doesn’t make sense!”

“Your right Sabine and the necklace looked like it could have fit through the grill on the locker and did any of them have locks on them at all? I thought Marinette said she only used hers for holding her coat during winter and projects?” Tom’s voice caused Sabine to turn and look at her husband as he brought a tray of bread out from the kitchen, the workers looking out as they all knew something was wrong with what happened.

“Yeah, boss I guess you can bring them up when the hearing right?” One of the cooks asked as he poked his head out of the back.

Sabine and Tom looked at each other, confusion in their eyes. Did that idiot owl do something wrong when he expelled Marinette? Tom thought as he frowned. “What hearing?”

“The expulsion hearing, the one she has to have after her suspension is up. The one that by law all students are required to have before their expelled?” The cook said in

“The principle said Marinette was expelled, that’s it, are you saying he did something wrong?” Sabine asked as she looked at him.

“That’s something I think I can help with!” A voice caused all of them to see Adrien standing behind a man in a brown business suit holding a briefcase in his right hand. “My name is Louis Artoga, attorney at law and I’d like to have a long talk with you about that if you don’t mind.”

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Marinette lay down on her bed and hugged one of her pillows as she tried to forget the look in Sentibug’s eyes when Mayura destroyed it….her. That was something that will only haunt her for weeks if she’s lucky.

“How could she do it Tikki, I just can’t believe that she was even able to do it.” Marinette said as she hugged her pillow.

“There have been people who have been bad holders, but I’ve never seen Duusu’s powers used that way.” Tikki said as she floated and looked at her chosen. “You gave the Amok the talisman that created her; Mayura shouldn’t have been able to do it.”

“Why does that have to do with anything?” Marinette asked as she tried to understand Tikki.

“That should have broken the link to Mayura, she should have been fully independent….. I can’t explain it.” Tikki said as she floated there, not letting Marinette detect any of her thoughts. The only way that could have been possible was if the Miracolous itself was damaged, but Duusu wouldn’t have transformed then, it would have hurt her chosen. Tikki thought as she watched Marinette try and deal with what she had seen happen earlier, some part of her glad she wasn’t thinking about how she had been expelled.

“Something to talk to Master Fu about then, I just want to forget everything happened today and deal with it tomorrow.” Marinette said before a knocking caused her to look at the door down and frown as Tikki hid. “It’s unlocked!”

She didn’t know what she was expecting but when Adrien came into her room she stared in shock. “Adrien! Are what doing you here?”

Adrien looked at her and sighed. “I…..Marinette…. I called a friend of mine about what happened, he’s downstairs with your parents and I volunteered to come and get you. I told them I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes, I want to apologize first.”

“Apologize, Adrien what happened today wasn’t your fault at all, you tried to help but he wouldn’t listen.” Marinette said but stopped when Adrien shook his head.

“No, not that. The advice I gave you when Lila came back.” Adrien said as he hung his head. “Sabrina was in the bathroom too, she heard Lila threaten you and then the Akuma came at you…… while that was happening I was talking to Lila about her lies and she tried to ruin my life at school and my friendships after sooo.”

“You told me not to act against Lila because you thought she summoned and Akuma from you talking to her about her lies?” Marinette said in shock.

“I thought she had summoned the Akuma while I was talking to her about how she didn’t have to lie to get people to like her and she acted normal so……I’m sorry.” Adrien said as he looked away from Marinette and she just looked at him as she tried to understand just what Adrien had thought

“You gave me advice based on what you knew.” Marinette said after a few moments. “If I thought that way about someone I might have said the same to you.”

“Then?” Adrien asked as he felt a bit of hope.

“Apology accepted. So who’s downstairs?” Marinette said as she got up and walked towards Adrien who smiled at her.

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“So she’s always been making clothing?” Louise asked as he drank a cup of tea and looked at Tom and Sabine as they sat in the living room.

“Clothing, blankets, odds and ends, it’s been her passion for years. She really blossomed when she started to look at fashion and started to design her own cloths really and make gifts for her friends.” Sabine said as she looked at Louise with a smile as she remembered her daughter’s antics. “Why I remember how she went and got a roll of blue wool to make a scarf for a present last year. But enough about that, you think you’ll be able to get the expulsion off her record?”

“If she really was expelled and not suspended, of course, it will barely be a problem. I’ll talk to the board of education and once I see the paperwork I’ll go from there, but there’s another subject that I need to talk to you about that I think I should wait until the kids are back to really start…..and here they are.” Louise said as he smiled as Marinnete and Adrien walked into the room, Louise standing up and offering Marinette his hand. “Nice to meet you mam, I’m Louise, Louis Artoga, attorney at law and I want to help you.”

“Help how?” Marinette asked as she and Adrien sat down after she shook his hand. Louise beamed at her and before he continued.

“I’d like to help you out, now fair warning. I’ve have a goddaughter, a few years back she was bullied, badly enough that she tried to commit suicide. She didn’t succeed and she got the help she needed, she’s studding to be a social worker last I heard.” Louse began. “The people I blame are the teachers and the school, the same school that you go…..went to.”

“Mr. Damocles had something to do with it?!” Marinette asked with shock, going silent as Louise’s face started to go red.

“‘Damocles’?! An old man with a beard, bald, has a fixation with owls?! He’s the new principal” Louise screamed as he lunged to his feet.

“Louise?” Adrien’s voice caused Louise to look around the room and saw the looks on the others face and he released a breath and sat down slowly.

“Sorry kid, he was the vice principle who let that bitch get away with everything back then. I thought he was blacklisted.” Louise said as he sat back down, and got out a cell phone that he put in in a holder he got out of his briefcase so the camera was pointed at her. “Start recording, this is Louise Artoga, recording a questioning of Marinette Dupain-Chang about her ‘expulsion’ from earlier today. As of right now I ask her parents, Tom and Sabine Dupain-Chang their permission to do so. Also of note is that Adrien Agreste is here, as he was the person who told me about this incident.”

“I, Sabine Dupain-Chang give my permission that my child; Marinette Dupain-Chang may decide if she wishes to be questioned and recorded.” Sabine said formally.

“I, Tom Dupain-Chang give my permission that my child; Marinette Dupain-Chang may decide if she wishes to be questioned and recorded.” Tom said as he turned and looked at Marinette who smiled back.

“I, Marinette Dupain-Chang agree to be question and recorded about the events earlier today.” Marinette said as she looked at the camera.

“Thank you all, with that done the questioning shall begin. So, walk me through what happened.” Louise said as he looked at Marinette.

“Miss Bustier called me to the front of the room at the start of class and searched my backpack, the answer key was in it.” Marinette said and stopped as Louise held up a finger.

“Point of clarity what class was it in relation to the order of classes on a normal day in number format and has your backpack been out of your sight for any length of time before that.” Louise said as he looked at Marinette.

“It was the first class of the day, as we had a test yesterday so I hadn’t looked at my backpack since then……..and my backpack was out of my sight because someone pulled the fire alarm yesterday and everyone evacuated, most taking their backpacks as it was the end of class and they were getting ready to leave. As the class Representative I had collected the tests and had just put them on Miss Bustier’s desk with the alarm went off and we all evacuated.” Marinette said as she thought about yesterday.

“Why were you called to the front?” Louise asked, a frown forming on his face as he went over what he knew about proper class room behavior for teachers.

“Miss Bustier said that someone had given an anomalous note that someone had seen me steal the answer sheet and my bag.” Marinette said as and stopped as Louise held up a hand.

“She didn’t call you outside the classroom?” Louise asked in shock.

“No, after that I accused Lila of taking and putting it in my backpack to frame me and Madame B took both of us to the principal’s office.” Marinette answered as she looked at

“Point of clarity, why did you believe that Lila is a liar?” Louise asked and Marinette went silent. “If it’s just what you believe about her its fine, sometimes we get feelings we can’t explain but please clarify your belief.”

Marinette looked at Adrien before she hardened her eyes. “I know Lila is a liar and a thief. A few months ago when she first came back I saw her take a book from Adrien, buy something at a store and throw it in the trash so he wouldn’t see her with it.” Marinette said causing Adrien to stare at her.

“A book, my father’s book, the one that he took me out of school for losing, Lila was the one who lost it?! You were the person who brought it back?!” Adrien exclaimed as he looked at her before blushing and turning away as everyone looked at him.

“Yes and I was in passing by the park when Ladybug confronted her about her lies. I was going to give it back to you the next day and tell you that you dropped it in the Library but then, well your father pulled your from school.” Marinette said as she hung her head. “So after I saw that I had enough skepticism not to trust everything she said at face value.”

“We’ll talk about that later, what happened next with Lila today?” Louise asked as Marinette looked at him.

“I told Lila that she wouldn’t win, that I wouldn’t fall for any of her traps and she said I did and then she walked down the stairs, sat down and made a commotion about how I had pushed her down the stairs.” Marinette replied as Louise tried to keep his temper down.

“Point of interest, at no time were any of the camera’s that the school is required to have had checked at all? And what about this Lila’s mother, was she contacted and was she sent to the nurse at least?” Louise inquired, his eyes twitching a little as Marinette shook her head.

“They never checked and she wasn’t sent, they all just followed after Lila to my locker, a locker I only use to hold my coats and projects since none of all have a lock on them.” Marinette said as Louise nodded at her. “And they contact my parents but Lila’s was unable to be reached, they left five messages as far as I know.”

“Thank you Miss Marinette; that’s all I’ll need for this case, I will bring around paperwork that basicly says the sequence of events that you explained and have yourself and you’re parents sign them and that should be it. This has been Louise Artoga, recording Madame Marinette Dupain-Chang.” Louise said as he turned off the phone’s camera and picked it up and started to look over the file, they could hear the sounds of Louise or Marinette’s voice and he nodded. “Thank you that should be all I need. With this and the Adrien’s matter I think I’ll have a good few days of work to do. Now on your case, once I get to the board of education I think everything should be straightened out, but it might be best to wait a day, just so it’s not been filed as a suspension and it was the heat of the moment and all, if nothing comes tomorrow then I’ll move in. And now let’s talk about Lila, with the video a Miss Sabrina has I think we could sue her for slander and making that threat.”

Marinette gulped and looked at her father and mother who both went still and turned towards her as what Louise said penetrated their brains. Louise winced as he realized that she hadn’t told her parents the same time as Adrien did and they both winced at what.

“What threat?” Tom asked quietly as Marinette just looked at the table and stayed silent.

“Who threatened my daughter!?” Sabine asked as Adrien looked up and motioned to Louise to let him talk.

“It’s a long story, but may I can explain if Marinette lets me.” Adiren said prompting Marinette to nod at him. “From what I found out Lila corned Marinette in a bathroom the day she came back and threatened to take away all her friends and after that I gave her advice to take the high road, not confront Lila about her lying.”

“Why did you tell Marinette not to confront her after she threatened my daughter.” Sabine asked coldly as Adrien looked down ashamed.

“Because I thought Lila summoned the Akuma that got her from my talk with her. And her first actions as a shape-shifter was to try and ruin my social life! I didn’t want to think what would happen if she summed one when she wanted to hurt Marinette as the trigger!” Adrien explained as he held his hands up. “Of course idiot that I was I didn’t explain it, I didn’t want to take a chance that Marinette would get hurt, I never knew about the threat!”

“Oh, so you were trying to protect her but didn’t know about she had been threatened.” Sabine said as Tom’s rage died down and he understood why Adrien had done what he did.

“Kid was raised to ignore lies the tablods said, do it and they die, like Tinkerbell, don’t act out and they die.” Louise said with a sigh. Tom looked at Marinette as his wife hugged her and frowned.

“Wait, you thought Lila had summoned the Akuma? But wait if she didn’t summon it ….then who did?” Tom asked and Adrien went wide eyes and looked around, trying to find anything to say when Marinette spoke up.

“Me.” Marinette said softly from within her mother’s arms causing Sabine to look down at her daughter as she closed her eyes. “I was so scared she could do it. She had them eating out of her hands, she even convicted Max that a thrown napkin could have taken out his eye and he wears glasses.”

“I can’t even, I don’t even know where to…..just I can’t…. is she serious?” Louise asked as looked at Adrien in shock and when Adrien nodded as Marinette’s parents comforted her Louis sat there stunned. Okay, getting that bitch sued is gonna be a public service and probably improve the intelligence of all those kids! Louise thought as he hung his head in disgust.

“Ohhhh Marinette, I’m sorry that we never noticed how you were feeling! I should have, I don’t know!” Sabine said as she hugged Marinette and before suddenly she went still. “And those idiots at that school never even noticed, no they didn’t want to see!”

“Kid, I don’t know but after the paperwork’s filed maybe you should look for a different school.” Louise said into the table as he put his head on it.

“Wait, why would Adrien look for a different school? After all that he did to make it into school in the first place…..and what paperwork?” Marinette asked as Louise looked up at her before paling as he realized what he had let slip. Adrien spoke up and caused all of them to look at him.

“I’m suing my father for not paying me for my work, the contracts I never signed and emotional abuse while going for emancipation or having myself removed from his control.” Adrien said flatly. “The fact that he might have told Lila to do that, that he gave her a modeling contract and might have even hinted that I might be a prize to her, it’s too much, he crossed a line I didn’t even know I had.”

“Oh Adrien, I’m sorry you were pushed to do this.” Marinette said as she looked at him as her parents looked on with concern, knowing from their interactions with him that he probably hadn’t want to do this but felt he had to.

“I thought he was going around, that we had started to heal our relationship, especially after my birthday when I got that scarf from him.” Adrien said as closed his eyes.

Louse went still when he saw Marinette wince, things connecting in his mind that didn’t paint a good picture. Please, please don’t tell me. He thought with a sinking feeling as he asked what he didn’t want to. “Scarf, what scarf?”

“A blue scarf that dad made with his own hands, I thought that maybe he was trying and……… what is it?” Adrien asked as he saw Sabine and Tom exchange a look and turn to Marinette who looked down as Louise held his head.

“Adrien, do you have any picture of it?” Tom asked as he turned to look at Adrien as he started to get a sinking feeling.

“Yeah, I did a selfie with Nino a few days after I got it and here it is.” Adrien said as he pulled up the photo and turned it around and Tom sighed and Sabine closed her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Ask your friend kid, ask her.” Louise said around his hands and he turned to Marinette, who looked up,

“I made it.” Marinette said softly. “When you came to school so happy that you thought that he had put the effort into making it by hand, I couldn’t take that from you...”

Adrien stared at her and he saw red, the sheer gull of what his father….what Gabriel had done causing him to lose focus and he felt so dizzy.

“Adrien, Adrien are you okay?” Sabine asked as she got up and Adrien shot to his feet as he held his hands to his mouth. “Oh hell. Tom! Open the door!”

“Got it, Marinette help you mother!” Tom said as he shot up and opened a door as Marinette and Sabine guided Adrien to the room which was revealed to be a bathroom.

Louise just sat there and shook his head and winced as he heard Adrien throw up in the bathroom and he knew he would have to mention this to the social worker. Maybe it would be better to do it here, Nathalie wouldn’t look for him here and whoever they send could be in plain clothing and get around his eyes. Louise thought as he looked at Tom and Sabine watch the door as Marinette rushed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Tom, Sabine would you two mind if I called the social worker I sent the email to and have them come here, it might be helpful for Adiren.”

“Please, the boy needs to know that not everyone is against him and what Gabriel did, I can’t even imagine.” Tom said as Louise smiled and sent off a text.

“It’s taking all I have not to get my staff and go beat him up!” Sabine bit out as she glared towards the Agreste mansion. “To have that little bitch hurt my daughter, but to have sold his son?!”

“I’m tempted to get a sledgehammer and join you.” Louise said with a sigh as he shook his head. His phone buzzed and he looked down and up at Tom and Sabine. “The Agent is nearby, and would like to get an initial statement from him, there are already a few red flags based on the paperwork and well, she wants to meet soon.”

Tom and Sabine shared a look at each other and looked at the bathroom and after a few minutes looking at each other Sabine knocked on the door.

“Adrien, are you okay? The agent from child Services texted Louise, they want to meet soon. If you’re not up for it there’s nothing wrong with waiting.” Sabine said before they heard a toilet flush and the door open to reveal Adrien whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, I want to get this done with and close off any chance of that monster from getting around this.” Adrien said as he clenched his hands. I thought you were just hard to understand and had a hard time with emotions but this, dad this is the last freaking straw! Adrien thought as he tried to get his emotions back under control. He felt Plagg press against him and hide a smile. If I didn’t have Plagg, Chloe and my lady to help me, I don’t know what I would be. Probably broken beyond all points by now, if I didn’t have Plagg and my lady to inspire me I wouldn’t have snuck out on that second day to school. Adrien thought as he accepted a cup of water from Marinette and smiled at her before he drank it, not seeing her blush or her parents grin as Louise chuckled at the byplay.

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✧ Famous ✧

part twenty-two: Keep My Hands On You

pairing: jimin x jungkook

genre: fluff, written, romance, implied smut, boyxboy

warnings: mature content(?) and my best attempt at describing a six day long gcf in tokyo.

word count: 14.7k

a/n: I was originally going to have there be a full smut scene in here, but this has taken way too long to post so I’ll probably write smut as a bonus when the story’s over/near it’s end. Also peep the short rundown if you don’t wanna read all of this.

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The car ride to the airport was short, thankfully not giving the car a chance to fill with an awkward silence. Jimin spent the ride looking out the window, watching the city pass him by as he tried to sort out his thoughts and feelings for Jungkook. But he still can’t shake the feeling that the younger will never see him like that.

Jungkook pulls up in front of the airport’s entrances, people rushing in and out of cars quickly. What caught Jimin’s attention was the sight of his best friend patiently waiting for them with a big, goofy, box smile on his face. The blonde steps out of the car and walks over to Taehyung with a questioning look, leaving Jungkook to get both their suitcases. “Tae, what are you doing here? Also next time you empty out my closet give me a heads up please. Joon’s been annoyed with me taking his clothes for the past few days.” Taehyung laughs as he brings his best friend in for a tight hug, “Okay yeah I promise I’ll warn you next time.” They pull away, Taehyung’s warm smile never fading. “I had to keep this a surprise though so it couldn’t be helped.”

A loud whistle was heard before a pair of keys was being thrown in their direction. Luckily, Taehyung caught them before it could smack him and Jimin in the face. “Thanks for doing this, Tae. And sorry about making you take the bus here so you could drive my car back.” Jungkook looks over at Jimin, “Let’s get inside so we don’t miss our flight, Chim.” Jimin could see the twinkle and warmth in the younger’s eyes and swore it was the same look of care and adoration he always looked at Jungkook with, but that was impossible. After all, it was Jungkook who made it clear that the kiss in Saipan should be forgotten and their relationship should strictly be a friendship.

“No problem at all, Kook. Have fun guys! Be safe and let me know when you land in Japan.” Jungkook and Jimin were pulled in for one more tight hug before hurrying off inside the airport.

The process of getting their bags labeled and checked was rushed and full of anxiety since Jungkook was sure they were going to be late. Jimin spent that time trying to calm down and reassure him, but also payed attention to Jungkook’s every move and took notice of his new hair color. He must’ve dyed his hair back to black before he picked me up. The thirty minutes of processing was filled with Jimin’s laughter and calming voice to help ease an anxious and fidgety Jungkook.

Finally when it was over they took a deep breath before Jimin noticed the tight grip Jungkook had on the strap of his duffle bag that was slug around his shoulders. “Kookie, why the death grip?” he laughs. “You trying to smuggle something out of the country?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh my god Jimin no. Please don’t joke like that in an airport, they’ll kick us out just for being suspicious.” He still sounded stressed, but he visibly relaxed when Jimin continued to act like himself and let his humor show.

“Actually,” Jungkook unzips his duffle bag and pulls out a camera. “I wanna film our little getaway. It’s a very special birthday trip and I want to make sure we never forget it.” Jimin eyes the camera and hums. “Alright sounds good to me!” The biggest smile etches it’s way onto Jungkook’s face. “But first, I really need to use the bathroom!” The blonde takes off towards the bathrooms, not noticing the fond smile on Jungkook’s face as he slowly follows his hyung.

A relieved bladder and a pair of washed hands later, the two friends stood in front of a big mirror on the bathroom’s wall. As Jungkook starts up his camera to get a quick before clip of their six day trip, Jimin pulls his black Thrasher hoodie’s hood over the black cap he was already wearing and pulls the sweatshirt’s strings, enclosing the hood around his face. “Just stare at the mirror for like five seconds and then we gotta dash.” Jimin laughs, “So just act normal, got it.” So that’s exactly what they did, the two of them barely able to contain their laughter at how awkward they thought they looked. “Okay we have five minutes, let’s blast.”

“No, Kookie, it’s not ‘let’s blast’ it’s gotta blast.” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s wrist and drags Jimin out of the bathroom and they make a b-line to the woman waiting for the last few people to show their ticket and board. “Yes Jimin I know, but it wouldn’t have made sense if I said it like that so I-what are you trying to do?” “Well I’m trying to get my passport out of my pocket but you won’t let go of me so your hand is coming with me.” He looks up at Jungkook and wiggles his eyebrows again, “What’d you think I was doing?”

Jungkook let’s go of Jimin and pushes him forward, bringing his camera back up to his face so he can film the rest of their (speed) walk onto the plane. With two minutes left before the scheduled departure, the pair made it to the walkway that led to their plane-Jungkook still filming Jimin. Forgetting that he was still being filmed, Jimin turns around to figure out why the younger wasn’t next to him. Once he sees the camera he breaks into a funny walk with a smile on his face-almost skipping his way onto the plane.

It’s easy for them to find their seats since there are only two empty seats left. Jungkook tried to avoid all eye contact since he feels like they’re the ones holding up the plane even though there were still last minute preparations and loading that needed to be done. Jimin on the other hand walked with confident strides, chin up, and smile on his face as he continued to lead the way. When they get to their seats, Jimin makes sure to give Jungkook the window seat knowing that the younger would feel most comfortable out of view from all the strangers around them and being able to take in the view of the sky.

And that’s exactly why he did. Once the plane was in the air Jungkook’s face and his camera were pressed up against the window which brought out that smile that Jimin seems to have specially reserved for Jungkook. He recorded the beautiful pillow like clouds passing them by before putting his camera away back in his duffle bag. The two hours seemed to go by quickly on the plane. The pair talked amongst themselves for a while before Jimin fell asleep on the younger’s shoulder-Jungkook following suit soon after. It’s only when one of the female flight attendants lightly shake them awake that they notice they’ve finally landed.

They rub the sleep out of their eyes before getting up with their carry-on bags and shuffling out of the plane and into the airport with the rest of the passengers. Jimin had to take the lead for a good fifteen minutes and took them over to baggage claim since Jungkook was still a little disoriented from waking up and then suddenly having to walk around in a noisy building with people rushing and pushing past him from all directions. Though they weren’t in the airport for long since Jimin’s cheetah print suitcase stands out like a sore thumb amidst all the solid, dark colored suitcases.

By the time they had all their luggage back and stepped outside into the chilly two in the morning air, Jungkook was back to full consciousness and fished out his camera as Jimin focused on hailing a taxi.

When one finally stopped for them Jungkook slipped into the back seat and told the driver which hotel they were staying in as Jimin quite literally threw their luggage into the trunk. Once he was situated in the car and closed the door, the driver took off. The boys are use to what city night life looks like since they live in Seoul, but since it’s a whole other country, they can’t help but look at the passing buildings, cars, and beautifully lit bridges in awe. Jungkook makes sure to record it all, not wanting to forget anything they see the whole time they’re in Tokyo—including all the funny faces Jimin keeps making.

The boy’s relentless really. How is Jungkook suppose to keep a steady hand recording if he’s constantly laughing at every little face and gesture Jimin makes on and off camera?

Jungkook pays the driver once they make it to the hotel and he so kindly helps Jimin and Jungkook take their luggage out of his car since he was worried they’d scratch up the taxi after the throwing luggage fiasco he witnessed from Jimin. They took note of how sweet everyone seemed to be and could already tell they’re going to enjoy their stay. Then again, these people are getting payed to be kind, but they appreciate it nonetheless. And for once Jimin and Jungkook were thankful that their parents had made them learn Japanese when they were younger. They’re not fluent per se, but they knew enough to be able to have conversations for the next six days with people they’ll encounter.

They got their key cards once they checked in under Jungkook’s name and two men escorted them up the elevator to the twentieth floor and to their room to help with their bags and suitcases. The men left as soon as the door was unlocked and Jimin went speechless. Jungkook has booked them a suite at the hotel and it was absolutely beautiful. After closing the door behind them, the two wondered around their huge room to check it out.

The entire suite had deep-pile carpets and big floor-to-ceiling windows which gave them the perfect view of the city. From the door, venturing forward leads them to the dining area with a table able to sit ten people and a big open, spacious balcony letting them look out onto the hotel’s garden, a lake, and a view of some of the surrounding buildings. Down the right hallway from the front door leads them first to the kitchen and second to the living room which has a door connecting it to the dinning room. An abstract painting hung on the wall above a short dresser that held magazines, books, and remotes. Next to that and behind the couch stood a grand piano, shining in all its glory. There’s a long comfortable looking couch with a glass coffee table in front of it that had a bowl of red roses as the center piece. Two couch chairs, one on each side, were placed on either side of the couch. In front of the coffee table was a foot rest and a large flat screen TV, five large floor-to-ceiling windows stood behind it. To the right of the room was was an opened space second living room that had couches and chairs facing windows and a telescope in the left corner.

Venturing right from the front door leads them to the work out room and an office with a TV to the left of the room. To the right leads to the hallway containing the luxurious bathroom, the dressing room, and the bedroom. The bedroom has five big windows coating the walls, a huge flatscreen TV facing the king sized bed, and a love seat placed next to a wooden coffee table that had yellow flowers as a center piece. The bedroom was spacious and the entire suite was beyond expectations of what Jimin had imagined. When Jungkook said he’d spoil Jimin, he wasn’t kidding.

However, a small problem came to mind as Jungkook and Jimin ran around the suite, star struck at everything they saw. In all honesty it didn’t really make sense since their houses back in Seoul are pretty much the same and more. But the problem that Jungkook found was that there was only one bed. He could’ve sworn that he saw two beds when looking at the room online, but after seeing how perfect it was, he may have let that small detail escape him.

“Jungkookie, oh my god. You-I...what? I can’t even speak right now! This place is beautiful!” Jimin tackles Jungkook onto the bed in the biggest bear hug the younger has ever encountered. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Jungkook looks down at the blonde and smiles brightly, satisfied with how happy Jimin looks. “I said I’d spoil you right? I thought about it and I had to decide on flying first class but then staying in regular hotel rooms, or flying coach but getting to stay here for six days. Obviously I chose the latter.” Jimin finally releases him and stands up, pulling Jungkook with him.

“But there is one problem that I guess I didn’t think about.” Jimin cocks his head to the side, beyond confused with how anything in this place could be considered a problem. Well maybe the price, but that was an interrogation meant for later and not at almost three thirty in the morning. “I didn’t realize that there’s only one bed. I could’ve sworn I saw two but I guess not. I mean I don’t mind sleeping on one of the hundreds of couches this place has. They’re all huge and look really comfy.”

“So what? I don’t really care about that, Kookie. It’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep cuddled next to each other on one of the couches in the crackden like a hundred times. Just share the bed with me. As long as you don’t push me off the bed in the middle of the night, I’m okay with it.” Jimin smiles up sweetly at him, still in amazement with the spontaneous birthday trip in general. “You know, that started off really sweet and cute until you mentioned the crackden. I still don’t understand why you call your basement slash man cave room ‘the crackden.’ Someone’s actually gonna think you’re on crack and call the cops on you one day.”

“It’s all good, someone’s already done that.” Jungkook’s eyes widen at that. “Wait what?” “Yeah some people heard us planning a party and we mentioned the crackden. They wound up calling the cops on us. Two of our friends who work down at the station had to explain to everyone, and that bitch who reported us, that we aren’t hardcore druggies and are just talking about our ‘special fun room’ in our house. They really didn’t make it sound any better but Joon, Tae, and I didn’t spend the night in jail so that was cool.” It never ceases to amaze Jungkook how Jimin can honestly say things like that with a straight face.

“Anywho, let’s get changed and go back to sleep. Knowing you, we probably have something I’d love to do planned. And that’s gonna take a lot of energy since I’m fast paced and wanna see everything.” Jungkook laughs and follows Jimin into the dressing room where they left their suitcases and other bags. “You’re right, I’m gonna be dead tired by the end of the second day. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to hold out the six days we’re here.” When Jimin hears this he stops mid way of taking off his shirt. “Wait, we’re here for six days!?”

“Oh did I forget to tell you that? Yeah we’re here from today, the ninth, to mid day of the fourteenth.” “I don’t know man. You sure you’ll be able to live with me for that long?” They go back to changing while continuing their conversation. “I’ve lasted three and a half months seeing you everyday haven’t I? I think I’ll be okay for the next six days.”

When they finish getting dressed and going through their own nightly routines, they turn off the lights and jump into bed, letting the moon light be their only source of light in their dark room. They lay on their sides under the duvet facing each other. They both want to say a million different things, but hold back, still trying to figure out what their boundaries are now. It’s different now. They just went through their first argument, over a relationship Jimin was about to start no less, and somehow they act as if it never happened. They went straight back to acting like their normal selves—as much as they could anyway.

“So what do you have planned for our little getaway? I need to figure out what I’ll be wearing for the week. Unless you want me to walk around in my silk PJs for the whole trip. Ooh maybe I should throw on my lacy lingerie!” Jimin smirks in a suggestive way, finding it adorable how Jungkook blushed as soon as the words came out. He couldn’t stand the tension that was starting to build again, so he said the first thing to come to mind. “Relax, Kookie. I highly doubt—okay maybe not highly—but I doubt Tae packed it.” Knowing Taehyung and how he knows about Jimin’s crush on Jungkook, he wouldn’t be surprised if his best friend packed the lingerie Jimin received as a joke from Namjoon last year on his birthday.

“Wait so that means you—wait that’s not important.” Jungkook clears his throat and tries his best to answer Jimin’s question. “Well I figured that when we wake up in a few hours, we’d spend the day going on a shopping spree so we don’t have to rush on the last day buying whatever we want. Then tomorrow you can pick anything you want to do. I’ll go along with anything except for something that can get us arrested.” Jungkook gives Jimin a warning look, knowing how the blonde loves to do mischievous activities that can in some cases have a good chance in getting them into a lot of trouble. “Then on day three we can go spend the day at Disneyland, day four we can go to the Bake-neko Halloween Parade since I know how much you love spooky season and parades or festivals. Day five is your birthday so I figured we’d go visit this famous night club not too far from here, and finally our last day can be spent doing some last minute sight seeing and shopping if you want to.”

Jimin stares at Jungkook absolutely surprised at how much thought and planning the younger’s put into this trip. That signature gorgeous eye smile makes its way onto Jimin’s face as he tells Jungkook how perfect everything sounds. “Alright let’s go to sleep it’s like four o’clock already.”

“Okay, goodnight, Kookie,” Jimin lazily says as he finally feels his eyelids become heavy. “Goodnight Jiminie, sweet dreams.” And that’s how they fall asleep, smiles on their faces and barely any space in between them.

Jimin’s first to wake up, realizing it’s already ten in the morning. But he was so warm and comfortable that he really didn’t want to move. That was until he realized why he was so warm and comfortable. At some point as they slept, they wound up cuddling, Jimin’s arms wrapped securely around Jungkook and face buried into the back of the younger’s neck, legs tangled together, and Jungkook leaning into Jimin. Crap crap crap crap!

Jimin carefully untangles himself from the younger, trying his best to get out of bed without waking up the sleeping Jungkook next to him. It’s safe to say he fails since once he stands up Jungkook groans and wakes up. “Jimin?” Jimin won’t deny it, that morning voice just made him feel some kind of way. “Yeah I’m right here, Kook. I’m gonna go take a shower so we can officially start our day.” And just like that he leaves to the bathroom.

Jungkook rubs the sleep out of his eyes and walks over to his duffle bag full of cameras, SD cards, tripods, and other equipment. He pulls out a random camera not really caring if he has to try and figure out what the actual timeline of their trip is later. That’s future Jungkook’s problem. He stretches his arms and back out before writing a quick note letting Jimin know he’s going up to the roof to get a shot of the city, just in case Jimin comes out of the shower suddenly and worries about his missing travel buddy. He slips on his sandals and drags himself up out of their room and to the elevator. Up we go I guess.

As he steps onto the roof he curses not bringing his sunglasses with him because of how bright it is outside. I guess it’s better than rain, he thinks to himself. Finally turning on his camera, he records the beautiful view in front of him, now starting to be a little less cranky.

Figuring that two minutes worth of footage is enough, he goes back inside and slips back into his room. The sound of water running can be heard from the front door so he makes his way to the kitchen to find some fruit to eat for a light breakfast since he wants to be able to go to the bathroom to shower and do his regular morning routine as soon as Jimin gets out. Fifteen minutes later and it’s finally Jungkook’s turn to use the bathroom and get ready.

As Jungkook pulls on his adidas sneakers—matching with his outfit of a thin green hoodie and blue jeans—Jimin pulls on his black leather jacket over a black t-shirt, going along with black jeans and his black bucket hat. Once his jacket is zipped all the way up, his bag he always carries with him is slung over his shoulders, and his thick black rimmed glasses are on his face, the pair make their way to the elevators to start their day.

Jungkook’s already filming by the time the elevator’s doors close. As the elevator makes its way down to the lobby, he films himself through the security camera footage and messes around, dancing and throwing up peace signs, Jimin completely unaware. Once they’re out of the building, they hail a taxi and drive further into the city.

They walk the busy streets, looking around at all the stores that cover the sidewalk. Jimin complains multiple times about how Jungkook should be walking with him and not behind him. But when Jungkook preaches it’s for the science of filmography, Jimin gives up. Hearing big words reminds him of how much of a pain it is to argue with Namjoon and is pointless in the end. So in order to make up for it, Jimin acts like his normal self. He tells a bunch of jokes he learned from Jin, tells some more chaotic and funny stories from before he and Jungkook had met, and makes silly faces at the camera whenever Jungkook shoved it in his face. Jungkook’s favorite part of it all was how Jimin would break out into weirdly funny dances whenever people passing by weren’t looking. There was one point where the blonde started doing the running man when a group of girls jogging passed them.

It felt like they were walking around laughing and making fun of mannequins for hours until they finally came across a store who’s shopping window peaked Jimin’s interest.

They walk in and Jimin falls in love with the look of the place. The store has high ceilings, bright lights, mirrors decorating almost every wall in the store, and it had a futuristic look that Jimin absolutely adored. An employee greets them and takes them upstairs to the men’s section of the store. Jimin makes conversation with the man immediately, complimenting the store like said employee was the architect who designed the place.

Jimin and Jungkook tell the man what their favored style and colors are when they step off the escalator and watch as the man ventures further into the store telling the two of them to wait there. While waiting for the emolyee to return, Jimin continues his usual antics and this time makes Jungkook dance with him while staring at themselves in the mirror. Jimin said to pretend like they were their favorite Kpop artists and did their own random dance play to kill time.

Finally getting embarrassed that the store now has this weird footage of them dancing, Jungkook stops dancing and tells Jimin to do a sexy pose for the camera. “Do a sexy pose, Jiminie!” The blonde takes his hat off and runs his small hands through his soft blonde hair, making eye contact with Jungkook and the camera as he gives them a hard and intimidating look claiming to be the God of Models.

The employee makes his way back to the pair and gives them several articles of clothing that seemed to match their style and tells them where to go in the store if they want to find more. Leaving them to it, the man makes his way back down the escalator to wait to assist another potential customer.

They try on a bunch of different clothes, even dance with some which gained some odd looks from employees searching for articles of clothing that needed to be refolded or put back in their place. Jimin acted like a runway model and asked for Jungkook’s opinion the whole time. “Jungkookie, turn off the camera since I’m picking shoes out next.” “Why does that matter?” Jimin looks down and walks towards the shoes as he replies in pout, “Because I don’t want people to see how small my feet are.”

They spent four hours shopping and dancing in that one store, walking out with ten big, full bags. They hit a few more stores as they walk—more like strut—down the streets that aren’t as busy as they were earlier since the sun was starting to go down. They went to stores like Fendi and Gucci to find more clothes for themselves and even some for the gang back home.

After being completely drained from shopping, they decide to casually roam the streets and walk across bridges, just enjoying the scenery and taking pictures. They get back to the hotel around ten thirty at night and drop their twenty bags of clothing and shoes in the dressing room before changing into PJs and ordering room service so they don’t fall asleep on an empty stomach. They ordered stake, sushi, and other foods that they wanted to try or already knew they loved. Jimin wanted to stay up and talk with Jungkook again like they had previously done, but the two of them were so tired that once their heads hit the pillows they fell asleep.

They somehow woke up to them cuddling, very confused on how it happened again. "Kookie I think you need to be educated on what personal space is. Every time I wake up you're all over me!" Jimin jokes as he laughs that angelic laugh that makes Jungkook swoon every time. "You're the one who needs to learn what personal space is, Jimin. You're the one who's hugging me and pulling me into you." Jimin rolls his eyes, perfectly aware that he's acting as the big spoon at the moment. He hugs Jungkook tighter and snuggles his head into the younger's neck, wanting to savor the domestic moment that he knows will never be his norm. Jungkook laughs and squirms, the action tickling him and also enjoying the moment that really shouldn't be happening, but you won't catch him complaining.

Jimin sighs before releasing Jungkook and getting up. "Alright let's get ready and head out! I wanna go around and try out a bunch of restaurants for my next video when we go back to Korea."

"So I guess we shouldn't eat breakfast before heading out?" Jungkook readjusts the covers around him since he knows Jimin's going to occupy the bathroom first again.

"I mean we'll most likely be experiencing hard core food comas by the end of the day so if you wanna speed up the process go for it." They laugh and Jimin ducks and dodges the pillow that was hurled at him. "You okay with that being the plan for the day?"

Jungkook lazily smiles up at Jimin, "Of course. I said that today we do whatever you want." Jimin looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue and made his way to the bathroom to shower and go through his morning routine.

Jimin through on an outfit that’s basically identical to yesterday’s outfit. The only difference being that the black t-shirt he’s wearing today has the words ‘All Is Good’ plastered on the front of the shirt over a black and white picture of some random guy that Jimin knows nothing about. Jungkook wore camo-printed jeans and an over sized black long sleeve shirt.

Their second day in Japan is quite tranquil compared to yesterday and definitely will be the most calm out of all the days they’ll be spending in Japan. The pair went out to fifteen different restaurants and cafés, trying anything that looked good. Jungkook recorded everything for the both of them and Jimin’s video is basically going to be like twenty different muckbangs in one video. Their favorite restaurant of the day was a place called Red Rock. It was comfy and western looking, had delicious food, and the alcohol from the bar was just how Jimin liked it.

Speaking of which, Jimin was not kidding when he said they would go into a food coma by the end of the day. Jungkook and Jimin could barely walk straight and were absolutely exhausted. It was only nine thirty when they got back to their room, but they figured going to sleep early for once would be a good thing since they have an early morning and exciting day planned for day three.

“Why don’t we shower tonight so we don’t have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn just to have a chance of leaving on time,” Jungkook offers. In his goody state—the blonde agrees and more than once tried pulling Jungkook into the shower with him. Don’t misunderstand, Jungkook would love to feed into his temptations, but his shyness and nerves seem to keep him from them. Only a fool would pass up a chance like this! Jungkook thinks to himself. Well based on how I’ve been acting lately, I should probably change my name to boo boo the fool.

Two hot showers later, the two YouTubers slip under the covers of their bed, not even bothering to leave any space between each other since they’ll most likely wake up cuddled up again.

“Night, Jimin.”

“Goodnight, Jungkookie.”

The two of them almost immediately doze off, an unusual act for the two nocturnal boys. But before sleep fully took them away from reality, Jimin shifted to cuddle up into Jungkook’s arms since he figured worst case scenario is both of them acting oblivious the the action in the morning.

Jungkook’s six thirty in the morning alarm startles Jimin awake, groaning into the crook of Jungkook’s neck, really not wanting to get up now or any time soon. Jungkook wakes up right after, continuously tapping at his phone screen with his eyes still closed, hoping that he was somewhere near the ‘stop’ button, and waits for the sound of death that people call an alarm to cease. The pair force themselves to get out of bed and to at least start eating breakfast. Jimin never stops hugging the younger, determined to steal all his body heat and continue their very cute cuddling session.

Jungkook is beyond excited to spend their entire day at Disneyland and go on all the rides Jimin wanted. He was especially excited because now he was going to an amusement park with someone who liked rides and roller coasters just as much as he did. Unlike Hoseok and Yoongi who don't care for roller coasters or rides in general, Jimin loves them and the thrill and rush of adrenaline that comes with them.

They both dress in black, Jimin wearing his leather jacket again, and wearing his cap on his head instead of his bucket hat. Jungkook wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, staying true to his favorite style.

"Jungkookie~" Jimin whines. "I wanna go back to bed, just one more hour please!" The blonde is still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but the effects of last night's food coma were still going strong. "If we want to get on any rides we have to leave soon, so no going back to sleep." Jimin pouts, hating how the younger won't listen to him. But Jungkook being the whipped sucker he is caves in due to the gaze of a pouting Jimin, "Okay fine, ten minutes and then we're out!"

Jimin drags Jungkook back to their room and tackles him onto their bed. "Wha-Jimin what are you doing!?" The blonde wraps Jungkook's arms around him and tucks his head into Jungkook's neck. "You need to relax too, Kookie. Ten minutes, that's all." The younger relaxes into the embrace and takes his phone out of his pocket. He sets a ten minute timer and makes a quiet call for an Uber, just before drifting off again himself.

Once the alarm goes off, both of the boy's eyes snap open and they give off an annoyed groan because now they really do need to leave since their Uber will be outside any minute. They untangled themselves and Jimin let's the younger stage him around the room, to the elevator, through the lobby, and into the car that had just pulled up for them. Jungkook, being the only responsible—and most importantly awake—of the two at the moment, made sure to grab his camera and Jimin's bag before leaving.

"Let's grab breakfast at a café near the park and then go on some rides. That sound good to you?" Jimin lazily nodded his head in response. He was finally waking up due to the brisk morning air and getting some hot coffee from a café didn't sound bad at all.

A twenty minute car ride full of laughter later and they stood outside the café. "I want coffee! If I can't have food, I at least must have coffee!" Jimin demanded. "Who said anything about you not having food? I legit said we're here to eat breakfast." The older ignores Jungkook’s remark and walks inside, already completely in love with the cute little café. It's almost eight in the morning so it’s not unbelievably crowded like it will be in half an hour to an hour. Jimin goes and claims a table in the corner of the café while Jungkook orders them coffee, buttered toast, eggs and ham, and a small salad.

The younger goes over to Jimin and claims the seat in front of him. After carefully putting their bags to the side, Jungkook looks up to Jimin and eyes the blonde as he plays Mario Kart on his phone. “You know, you’re weird.” Jimin looks up from his phone, utterly confused and then pissed since the call out had made him get third place instead of first in his game. “Well isn’t that just the nicest thing to say to someone who’s birthday is in two days,” Jimin says sarcastically as he goes back to his game to replay another cleared stage. “No I just mean-” Jimin cuts him off before he can even start. “It’s fine, Jungkook, I’ve been called a lot worse. We’ve been knew that I’m weird.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook whines, getting the attention of the older. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it! I just meant that you’re appearance and personality don’t match at all.” The blonde turns off his phone and gives his full attention to the younger, wanting to see how far Jungkook will take this. “Oh?”

“I mean, you look like this cute, little, soft fluff ball who can do no harm and do no wrong.” A very light blush dusts Jimin’s cheeks at hearing this. If Jungkook was right next to him, Jimin definitely would’ve hit him out of embarrassment. “But in reality, you’re a chaotic little nuisance who loves to start trouble, destroy property, go to parties, drink gallons of alcohol, and talk about the government and its corrupt ways.” Jimin bellows out a loud hearty laugh when Jungkook describes him to a T. Then a petite woman comes over to their table with their coffees saying that their food will be out momentarily.

“But,” Jungkook starts, reaching his hand out across the table to play with Jimin’s small fingers as he speaks. “One thing that does match up is how caring you are. You’d do anything or drop anything for anyone you care about. You’re protective beyond belief of Taehyung and Namjoon-” “And you.” Jimin cuts in. The black-haired man looks up confused. “I’d do all that for you too. Not to mention that I’m probably a little too protective of you too. Joon constantly teases me about it.” They both smile warmly at each other before Jungkook takes his hand away since their food was finally brought out to them. “Anyway, you get my point.” Jimin hums in response already missing the feeling of Jungkook hold his hand in some way.

They take their time eating since they don’t expect there to be hour long waits as soon as they get there—the park just opened a minute ago. Breakfast was filled with more laughs and, this time, no cameras. The younger figured that he has enough footage of Jimin eating in Japan that he doesn’t need this moment too. However, before they leave he does quickly take pictures of the café because he loves how aesthetically pleasing it was.

After paying, the pair took a ten minute walk to Disneyland and planned out which rides they wanted to go on first. “Splash Mountain should be the first thing we go on so I know you’re fully awake and won’t fall out of one of the rides we go on later,” Jungkook teases. “Oh ha ha very funny,” the blonde rolls his eyes. “Let’s go to the gift shop now so we don’t have to worry about it later?” They came to an agreement and spent about twenty minutes in the gift shop after entering the park.

The two YouTubers looked around at cute little trinkets, toys, and stuffed animals to buy and bring back to Korea for their friends and themselves. Jimin, as usual, almost got them kicked out because he wanted to play American football with a porcelain Mickey Mouse piggy bank. In the end though, they wound up buying matching key chains and bracelets for the crew, two Minnie Mouse plushies (one for Taehyung and one for Hoseok), three one hundred stickers packs for Yoongi, a cheap Mickey Mouse watch for Seokjin, and three twenty page children’s books for Namjoon. Jimin couldn’t wait to see Yoongi and Seokjin’s reactions to their gifts since one is grumpy and high maintenances and the other is just plain spoiled and high maintenanced. And he already knows that Namjoon will greatfully accept the three children’s books and save them to use as a weapon to beat Jimin’s ass the next time they get into a fight.

“Alright to Splash Mountain we go!” Jungkook takes the gift bags and stuffs them into his book bag he brought with him and follows the map and signs to bring him and Jimin to their first ride.

The boys went running around the parks taking videos and pictures of each other, going on the rides like Splash Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean, Rodger Rabbit’s Car Toon Spin, and the Haunted Mansion. The Haunted Mansion was Jimin and Jungkook’s favorite so far since they were whipped around in a two person cart traveling the glow-in-the-dark mansion that had ghouls, ghosts, and goblins everywhere. Since they sat in the first cart, they made it a point to be as extra as possible so everyone behind them would be scared, confused, and then annoyed back to back. Even after all the glares that were thrown at them when they left the Haunted Mansion, the pair couldn’t stop laughing. It was such a them thing to do.

After those hectic experiences, the two of them went to go play some games that were around them. They went to the Westernland Shootin’ Gallery to try their hand at shooting some fake guns, and what they learned is that Jimin’s cop friend was right and the blonde should never be allowed near a gun. Enough said.

They played some basketball games, throwing games, that game where you have to spray the water into the clowns mouth and compete with other people, and a game where you have to land a rubber frog into one of the floating crowns. Through all this they’d won ten stuffed animals and a Mickey Mouse hat—which when you wore it made it look like Mickey is trying to eat your head. “One more ride and then let’s catch an early dinner?” Jimin offers and Jungkook couldn’t agree fast enough.

It was six o’clock by the time they walked out of the park and caught a taxi to some near-by restaurant. In the car Jungkook showed Jimin all the funny and cute videos he took of them and some of the clips had Jimin snorting, especially that one clip of Jungkook reacting to Jimin putting cotton candy and a corn dog in his mouth at the same time. “I think you have more physical black mail on me than Namjoon.”

The restaurant they chose was crowded when they got there, but with only a fifteen minute wait they figured it’d be worth the wait. Besides it’s not like Jimin can’t run his mouth for another fifteen minutes and make Jungkook laugh his ass off, which’ll then lead to him apologizing for being too loud even though no one heard him. In the mean time though while they were waiting, they looked at the restaurant’s menu.

The fifteen minutes flew by and the pair was seated by one of the large windows in the restaurant. The two had wound up ordering sodas, gyukatsu, and hayashi rice. Jimin wanted alcohol, but they both thought it best they didn’t go back to Disneyland with beer in their system.

“You know I’ve worn more color in the past three days than I do in a year, while you, a person who always has some sort of pop to their designer outfits, has only worn black since we left Korea,” Jungkook points out with rice still in his mouth. “I’m sure Tae packed you the entire rainbow in your suitcase and more so why only wear black?”

“Okay, true,” Jimin agrees as he points his chopsticks at Jungkook. “I don’t know, I’ve been trying to keep it low key with the fits so no one would stare at us.”

“Literally when have you ever cared about that?” Jungkook laughs and earns an eye roll in return. “Listen I know I attract a lot of attention, most of the time unintentionally, and you don’t necessarily love the idea of having a bunch of strangers staring at you. Therefore, I’ve been trying to keep everything pretty minimal and calm.” “Oh Ji-” the younger never gets a chance to speak, thus Jimin ruining a loving moment once again. “That and because if I wind up doing some illegal shit here, they can’t pin it on me. Like nah sorry that’s not chimchimVlogs, he dresses like a clown compared to that criminal who’s dressed in all black there. Mega mind thinking, I know.”

When they finished eating and payed the bill it was already almost eight thirty so the park is only going to be open for another hour and a half. “Jiminie, do you wanna go back to Disney or back to the hotel?” “Disney. Definitely Disney.” With that said, Jungkook called another Uber for them. He also ordered one for when the park closes ahead of time so he won’t have to later.

On their ride back into Disneyland, rides like the Ferris Wheel light up the night sky, only adding to the perfect paradise this trip is turning out to be. “Okay so I thought about it and we have to on the Ferris Wheel and the Mad Tea Party! If we have time before the night show they project on the castle to go on more rides then great, but those two are an absolute must.” Jungkook gives Jimin a solute, ready to follow Jimin further into the park. They go on the Ferris Wheel first talking up a storm and rocking their cart the whole time until the ride stops and their the lucky cart who’s left at the peak first. The view was breathtaking and actually made Jimin stop his tickle attack on Jungkook.

The black-haired picks his camera back up and records the view and the face Jimin is making. “The view’s beautiful isn’t it, Kookie?” The younger bites his lip before asking, “Would you hit me if I say it’s not as beautiful as you? Because this is a great ‘he says the view is pretty, but he’s prettier’ moment.” Jimin turns to him, “No, I wouldn’t hit you.”

“Well, the view is magical, but what I’m staring at through this camera is much more breathtaking.” Jungkook says with the warmest smile. The ride starts to move again and Jimin hits Jungkook’s leg like he was brought out of a trance.

“Hey you said you wouldn’t hit me!”

“Well you shouldn’t say things like that to other people in public! It’s embarrassing!”

“But you said you wouldn’t hit me! I literally asked you for permission!” Jungkook pinches Jimin’s thigh in retaliation.

“Well what if someone heard huh!? It’s embarrassing!” Jimin repeats and pinches Jungkook right back.

“So what? You’d love that anyway, you don’t care. But fine I won’t say that, or anything like it, ever again to you.” The younger pinches the blonde again and looks away from him, but keeps the camera pointed at him.

“Hey wait don’t do that,” Jimin whines. After Jungkook not looking back at him right away, Jimin pouts and pinches Jungkook again. “Kookie! Says it again!”

The younger faces him again and pinches the other’s thigh, “You’re absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, Park Jimin.”

The cart finally stops at that bottom and their door opens. All that’s heard is a loud smack before a very red Park Jimin runs out of the Ferris Wheel like his life depended on it. And it very well may have. Jimin slapped the shit out of Jungkook’s thigh because of the straight forwardness. He ran because he didn’t want to see what Jungkook would do in return after being begged to call him beautiful again, just to wind up being hit for it. Again.

“Park Jimin,” Jungkook roared and chased after the blonde. He caught up to Jimin almost instantly and wrapped his arms around him from behind, the deadliest looking back hug ever. “Kookie! Call me beautiful, I won’t hit you, I promise!” Jungkook mimicked Jimin in a high pitched voice. He slapped the older’s thigh as payback and whispered the word beautiful in Jimin’s ear before letting go and pulling the older towards the tea cups.

While they’re in line, Jimin starts to rub Jungkook’s thigh, startling the younger. “Ji-Jimin what are you doing?” “I think I hit you harder than I meant to. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” The younger grabs the small hand caressing his thigh when the line starts to move, pulling the body it’s connected to forward. “Not here Jimin, especially not when kids are around.” “I wasn’t even doing anything inappropriate though,” he pouts. “Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me. But my feet are killing me. You’d think I be rested after two hours of sitting and talking with you. Not to mention how we just got off of the Ferris Wheel.”

Fifteen minutes later and they were running over to a tea cup that Jimin chose from before they were anywhere near being let in. They settle their bags down in between them and Jungkook takes his camera back out to record the ride. “My goal is to not barf.” “My goal is to not brake my camera.” It was instinctual to respond, the younger hadn’t even processed what Jimin had said before he responded. “Okay but if you barf, barf that way.” Jimin points to outside of the tea cup making Jungkook smiling since he had gotten it on camera.

The ride starts and the younger gives Jimin a thumbs up, letting the blonde take complete control of the cup. As if on cue Jimin’s eyes light up and his hands move quickly. They are, without a doubt, the fastest moving tea cup. Jimin was relentless with the spinning, just how both of them liked it. Jimin’s eyes turned into tiny crescents when he had the most precious smile ever dancing across his face as he laughed his ass off. He did get dizzy for a second and had to take a break, but quickly got back to it. This right here was Jungkook’s goal all along, getting to see Jimin smiling, happy, and having the time of his life. Being with Jimin is just an added luxurious bonus.

Sadly, the ride did come to an end, but the blonde was most satisfied. “Just enough time to run towards the castle and get a good view for the night show!” They walk out of the ride a little dizzy and disoriented, but smiling nonetheless. They walk very close together towards the castle laughing and talking about how good their day has been so far. “Right there in front of the fountain is good!” Jimin points out. They take a seat on the pavement and look up at the sky as fireworks start to appear and paint the sky. Soon after, the night’s story is being projected onto the castle. Characters from movies like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, the Little Mermaid, and more appear on the castle and interact. Their entire day at Disneyland was magical and the night show and fireworks made a great ending.

The Uber was waiting for them outside Disneyland in the parking lot and Jungkook’s never been more relieved to sit in a car. All he wants to do is pass the fuck out, which is probably why he accidentally falls asleep on Jimin’s shoulder during the ride home. Jimin on the other hand was still running on a lot of energy.

The black-haired was woken up with gentle nudges and pulls from the older when they had finally made it back to the hotel. They thank the driver and make their way inside and up to their room. Due to all the traffic they didn’t make it back until eleven o’clock, but Jungkook didn’t mind the nice power nap.

They drop their bags and souvenirs off in their dressing room and head into the living room. “Wanna watch a movie?” Jimin asks as he flops onto the couch. Jungkook gets two remotes from the dresser that houses them and hands them to his friend. “Sure just let me take a shower first and then I’ll join you.” As he walks back to their room he could hear the distant shout saying “We could save water if we shower together!” but chose to ignore it. If Jimin slaps the shit out of his thigh just for calling him beautiful, he doesn’t want to know what’ll happen if he actually (jokingly) says yes to the offer.

Jimin winds up taking a bath right after Jungkook and the latter decides to watch over some of his footage he’s captured thus far in the mean time. After thirty minutes or so, Jimin walks out of the bathroom in a robe and sits behind Jungkook on their bed, wrapping himself around the younger from behind like a koala. They stay like this for a while, just talking and watching moments from the past three days. After ten minutes worth of footage, Jungkook shuts everything down and sets it aside. The two squirm for a few seconds, trying to slide down the bed a little more to lay down and get comfortable, without having to have Jimin unlatch himself. They fall asleep like this—Jungkook back-to-chest on top of Jimin, the older’s arms and legs wrapped around him, and the both of them under the warm duvet—watching some random show on TV.

Out of pattern, Jimin wakes up before Jungkook’s alarm even has a chance of going off. What can he say? Say Halloween and cats and you best believe he’ll be there. The Bake-neko Halloween Parade is something Jimin’s wanted to go to since he first heard about it three years ago. Who wouldn’t want to get an early start on Halloween and dress up as a cat? Well, early start may be pushing it a little. It’s noon and Jungkook’s alarm isn’t going to go off for another half hour, but it’s an early start in Jimin Time.

Jimin wiggles out from under Jungkook, trying his best not to wake the younger and/or lose his robe in the process, and sneaks off into the dressing room to search his suitcase for an outfit to wear. He figures Jungkook doesn’t want to walk around with an actual 5’8 cat attacked to his hip the entire day, and in the long run it’ll probably become a nuisance, so he decides on wearing a comfy outfit with cat accessories. “Come on Tae you kinky bastard, I know you packed-” Jimin mumbled to himself as he sifted through his suitcase that was packed by his best friend until he finally found what he was looking for. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” he asks as he stares at the beige, very close to blonde, cat ears head band currently in his grasp.

Once he puts the cats ears to the side, he picks out another pair of his black jeans, a black long sleeve turtle neck, and a baggy beige and tan flannel as his outfit for the day. Checking to see if Jungkook is still sleeping, he changes into his outfit of the day before going into the bathroom to do his usual morning things.

Jungkook wakes up to his alarm’s loud ringing by his head and an empty bed. Annoyed and confused, he turns off his phone’s alarm and sits up trying to look for his friend. “Jimin? Where are you?”

A wild Jimin appears out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. Even though this is already their fourth day waking up to each other in tokyo, and he’s woken up to Jimin before as well, Jungkook can never get use to the first thing his eyes seeing is that ethereal being standing before him. The shorter is dressed in black jeans, a black turtle neck underneath a beige and tan flannel, both tucked into the jeans, the top three buttons of the flannel left unbuttoned, Jimin’s hair neatly brushed out with his bangs laying perfectly atop his forehead, and cat ears the same shade as his blonde hair to match. Absolutely, “Stunning.” The word just slipped out of Jungkook’s mouth.

Jimin giggles, “Thanks, Kookie.” The blonde walks over to the younger and pulls him out of bed and to the dressing room. “Get dressed so we can eat and get ready for the parade. I need a tail or mittens still, my face painted, and we need to figure out what you’re going to wear.” Jungkook rubs his eyes and nods along, pretending he knows what on earth Jimin is even talking about, figures he’ll decipher that it later when the time comes. Brushing his long hair behind his ears, Jungkook bends down to his suitcase and picks out black jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, and a brown bomber jacket. He strips and changes, leaving only his bomber jacket on top of his suitcase to be put on later. A long sigh and more eye rubbing later and he settles into the bathroom to settle into his normal morning routine.

While Jungkook was busy in the bathroom, Jimin ordered breakfast from the hotel and sat outside on their hotel room’s balcony floor that’s connected to the dining room. The morning air should help their late day get moving a little quicker. At some point while he was out on the balcony, he had closed his eyes and just peacefully sat there, enjoying the serene environment before him. He soon felt arms and a blanket engulf him from behind. “It’s getting chilly out, Chim.” Jungkook says as he snuggles his head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, face now being covered by the blanket.

When he got out of the bathroom he had felt how cold the room got and grabbed a blanket from the living room couch. He was going to close the balcony’s door until he saw Jimin peacefully sitting there. The younger had wrapped the blanket around himself, walked up to and sat down behind Jimin, and then wrapped himself and the blanket around the shorter which made for the perfect cuddling session.

Jimin leaned his head back to rest against Jungkook’s shoulder and hummed. “Yeah I know, but it’s just so pretty out here.”

“Did you order breakfast or do you want to go out to eat?” Jungkook mumbles into the blonde’s neck. “I ordered, so let’s stay here until the food arrives. It’s so nice like this, no annoying best friends or noisy neighbors, just the hustling city going about its day and the beautiful green gardens below us.” The younger hums in agreement. Just as Jungkook was about to say something, the door bell rings and a man saying room service through the door is heard right after. Jimin shouts “Coming!” which startles the now pouting Jungkook. With a sigh they both get up and begin their day.

“So what color cat ears are you gonna get? Black probably makes the most sense since your hair’s back to its natural color. Ooh and we can both get our faces painted together before the parade!” Jimin claps excitedly as they make their way down the busy sidewalk to a Halloween store. “I think I’m just going to look for a nice mask. My skin is super sensitive so I can’t get my face painted without my skin feeling like it’s on fire.” “Okay mask it is then!”

When they walk into the Halloween store they head straight to the back where they could already see masks and accessories hanging. Jimin finds a pair of tan kitten paws and Jungkook finds a half face black cat mask that has a bronze-ish gold colored designs decorating it and a black cat ears headband that are almost identical to Jimin’s cat ears. They walk to the front counter and pay for their selected items. “I just wanna get my face painted and then we can walk over to Kagurazaka Station.” Jimin says as he walks over to the right side of the store where someone is already getting their face painted and another employee is waiting for a new customer. “Hello! Can you please paint me as a cat please? Yellow, gold, and white are the preferable colors I’d like to work with if that’s okay?” The woman smiled brightly at Jimin and asked him to sit so she could get a good look at his face. The woman finished his face in fifteen minutes and once they payed her, the two YouTubers walked to Kagurazaka Station.

They could already see the crowd getting together and pay whatever they need to so they could join the fun. Jungkook puts on his newly bought cat ears and cat mask as Jimin puts on his mittens and they join the crowd or smiling and dancing people.

There were people dressed in wigs, masks, and some had full on costumes. They had a fun time seeing older people with the minimal costume wear enjoying the festival and dancing along in the crowd as everyone walked the streets. Friends took videos and pictures together, couples held hands and danced along to the many instruments playing, parents spun their kids around as they walked in the parade, and others simply walked with smiles enjoying the energy. After the hour of walking, there was a show put on by dancers for another hour which was executed beautifully.

“Dinner time!” Jimin yells. “Let’s get sushi this time.” Jungkook takes off his mask and says, “Sure, whatever you want, Min.”

After their day out and eating sushi at a nearby restaurant, the boys made it back to their hotel around eight o’clock. “That was so much fun, Kookie! Thank you again for another amazing day.” Jimin says as they walk into their hotel room and leans up at leaves a light kiss on Jungkook’s jaw. After processing that he shouldn’t have done that since they’re not together, he runs away to the bathroom and locks the door behind him. “Shit, Jimin! You can’t just kiss him!” the blonde whisper yells at himself through the mirror.

Jungkook knocks on the bathroom door twice before speaking, “Hey, Chim I’m putting on a movie in the living room so if you’re feeling up for it come join me on the couch.” Jungkook walks away and struggles with his phone to try and stream a movie from Netflix onto the living room tv. Jimin takes a deep breath after realizing that Jungkook thought nothing of it. Why would he? Jimin’s always been flirty and touchy so how would a peck on the jaw be any different. The reason for the blonde’s rush to get away was because he knew that he wasn’t trying to act flirty with the black-haired for once. It was a sudden accidental slip of what he though was normal, or what should be normal, for the two of them now. This whole trip so far has been so domestic and couple-y and everything he wants with someone he cares about. Remember it’s just a getaway, he’s just Kookie and you’re just Chim. Jimin tells himself one last time before leaving the bathroom and going over to Jungkook in the living room.

“I finally got it to work!” Jungkook cheers. “Skin Wars or Good Burger?” he asks as Jimin takes a seat on the couch behind him. “I’m in the mood for RuPaul, bring out the models!” “In that case, I’ll start from season three episode four Miss Skin Wars.”

After episode six, Under the Sea, it was a little past eleven o’clock so Jimin had gone to take a shower and now it was Jungkook’s turn leaving Jimin to scroll through social media for a good twenty minutes by himself. He was actually surprised to open twitter and find a bunch of, some blurry and others not, posts of him and Jungkook at Disneyland and from earlier today at the parade. He knew they had international fans, Jungkook more so than himself, but he didn’t think any of their fans would recognize them in Tokyo.

“You can start episode seven now, Jimin! I’ll be able to hear it from the dressing room!” Jungkook yells. Jimin gets up and walks over to Jungkook to show him the recent pictures and posts, but stops at the doorway of the dressing room to see Jungkook’s bare butt in all it’s glory. The blonde couldn’t help himself from taking a look. They usually already had underwear on when leaving the bathroom so Jimin never thought twice about just walking in.

Another thing to remember is that Jimin is a very impulsive person. Actions first, regret later, and hope the questions and consequences never come. So with that knowledge, can you really be upset or surprised that Jimin quietly walked up to a naked Jungkook and spanked his ass? To have Jungkook answer that question, yes, one can be surprised and upset.

Jungkook stopped at the sting of the small hand meeting his bare ass and whips his head around, using his boxers to cover what he doesn’t want to be seen. Both boy’s eyes go wide both in shock of what Jimin had just did. A low “oh shit” was muttered before Jimin ran away. The black-haired quickly threw on his boxers and a pair of sweatpants before taking off after the older. “Jimin!” Jungkook chases the blonde into the workout room and corners him. “What is with you and your urges to smack me?” Jungkook asks as he slowly closes in on Jimin. “Uh that was more of a spank than a smack but you have to understand-”

Jungkook lunged forward and captured the blonde. “No, I don’t have to understand a single thing,” Jungkook says before landing a hard smack to Jimin’s ass, shutting the latter up altogether. The younger let’s go and walks back to the dressing room to put on a shirt. “Now, is there a reason you decided to slap my ass or is that just what we do now?” he calls from the dressing room. Jimin walk back over there, rubbing his ass on the way. “It was by accident okay?” Jimin whines. “I originally came here to show you the pictures people’ve taken of us since we got to Tokyo,” the blonde pouts. He’s pretty sure he didn’t spank Jungkook this hard.

“You don’t accidentally smack someone’s ass, Jimin,” the younger deadpans.

“Well I do!” Jimin yells back almost instantly before shoving his phone in Jungkook’s face to show him all the photos he’s discovered on twitter.

With a shirt finally on Jungkook takes the phone and looks through Jimin’s twitter. The blonde could’ve sworn he saw Jungkook smiling at some of the photos and their captions, but it seemed unlikely. “I don’t see the problem, Chim,” the younger says as he give the phone back.

They walk back to the couch to put episode seven on when Jimin finally answers, “Well no, there’s not a problem, but I just thought you should see or whatever.” “Okay well thanks for showing me.”

Before Jungkook presses play he sees the time. “Hey, Jiminie?” Jimin looks over at him with a pout feeling somewhat defeated. The younger tackles him down on the couch with a big hug and then tickles the life out of him. “Happy birthday, Park Jimin!” In his fits of laughter Jimin had managed to see his lit up phone screen with thousands of text messages. The time read midnight and it was officially his birthday. Instead of continuing his attempts of getting Jungkook off of him, he wraps his arms around the neck of the man on top of him and hugs him tightly. “Thank you, Kookie. It’s not even over but this trip is already the best gift anyone’s ever given me. Thanks for spending it with me!” Jungkook ceases his attack and hugs the shorter man back. “My pleasure,” he gets off if Jimin and settles next to him instead. “Here check your phone, it’s still blowing up.” He peaks at how many notifications have already come through and his eyes widen at the number. “One hundred eighty-six messages? Quite the famous celebrity aren’t ya?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and checks his messages. “More than half of them are probably from Tae sending his message one word at a time.” Birthday wishes from all his friends and family come rolling through and Jimin feels like crying when he reads his yearly messages from Namjoon and Taehyung. Namjoon with his wise words and sayings, praising him for another great year and how much of an amazing person he’s grown up to be. There’s just something about when Namjoon tells you you’ve done a good job that makes you melt. And Taehyung sending all of the photos he’s collected of Jimin since they were eleven making Jimin cringe and thank whatever greater being let puberty help him instead of ruin him. Taehyung’s messages hit a certain way all in their own. After all, he is the longest lasting friend Jimin’s ever had. When his best friend brings up all his past struggles and how beautiful he looks all happy and healthy now, all his good qualities that Jimin use to see as bad, and just bringing up their past eleven years of friendship in general always sends Jimin into a crying mess. Though the best message he’s sent so far tonight was a message in all caps dedicated to yelling at Jimin for not letting them know they landed in Japan and leaving poor Tae to watch nothing but the news for days trying to make sure the pair hadn’t died during their trip. Even messages from Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hoseok come through which Jimin reads right away.

Yoongi wishes him a happy birthday and to make it back to Korea safely so he and Jimin can go back to their daily bickering since he ‘low key’ misses him. Jimin sends the blowing a kiss emoji in return, ready for that to be the first thing they talk about when he gets back to Korea. Hobi wishes him the bestest birthday and promises to throw him the best surprise party ever when he gets back home. Seokjin sends a simple happy birthday and a picture of thirteen huge wrapped birthday presents.

The past almost four months have been some of the most wild of his life and he wouldn’t redo it any other way. He ignores the rest of his messages and leaves the rest of them for when he wakes up later. Jimin grabs a blanket that was on the couch and wraps it around Jungkook and himself. “Hey wanna see really cringey photos of me and hear the very anti-climactic stories that go along with them?” Jungkook smiles and mumbles an ‘of course’ as he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, leans into the older, and listen to all the stories he’s never heard before.

They stay up until five in the morning talking about their past and messing around. Somewhere around four thirty in the morning they found themselves in the workout room pretending to be superheroes and duking it out with two-pound weights. During one of their epic battles of Marvel Meets D.C Comics, Jungkook had pretended to be Captain America while Jimin fought as Superman and I won’t reveal who the winner was, but let’s just say it wasn’t Jungkook.

“Okay now I’m tired,” Jungkook says as he flings himself onto the bed, Jimin his prisoner in his arms. We have a long birthday night ahead of us so let’s get at least a few hours of sleep okay?”

“Goodnight, Jungkookie.”

"Night, Jimin."

Due to some unknown reason, Jungkook and Jimin woke up cuddled up next to each other, but with their feet on their pillows and their heads where their feet should be. When things like this happen Jimin usually blames Taehyung, but this obviously wasn’t his doing. “So, we’re kicking this birthday off to a good start, huh?” Jungkook pushes Jimin away from him once he heard that bad pun. The both stretch and search for some device that’ll give them the time. None of them bothered to set alarms since they only had plans for the night, not the day.

“Damn! We got a whole twelve hours!” Jimin shouts once he finds his phone. “No way,” the younger says in disbelief, now scrambling to find his phone. “Shit you’re right!”

As if on cue, both their stomachs growl loudly in the silent hotel suite. “Breakfast?” Jimin offers. “More like early dinner, Chim.” Jungkook hugs the older and wishes him another happy birthday. “Let’s go watch something while we order and wait for room service,” the black-haired offers as he guides Jimin, with his hand on the small of the other’s back, to the living room.

While Jungkook orders them heaps of food, Jimin starts to stream an hour and a half long compilation of legendary vines. “All done and on its way,” Jungkook says as he slips under the blanket Jimin’s covered himself with, them going back into their usual cuddling position—Jimin spooning Jungkook. “Ooh ooh! Freshavacado is my favorite!”

They continue on like this, only moving to get their food and eat. They wind up playing another one before even thinking about getting dressed for their night out. The pair wouldn’t be surprised if someone was in the process of filing a noise complaint about them, but who were they to give a crap?

“Okay it’s eight thirty so if we get ready now we can make it to the club for ten,” Jungkook looks over to Jimin. “Wanna start getting ready?” The blonde nods and they walk to the dressing room.

“Hey remember that one time we were in here and I slapped your bare ass? Wild shit, man.” Jimin chuckles as he picks out his outfit for the night. Jungkook lands a hit—harder than a pat but not as harsh as a slap—to Jimin’s ass and watches as the older yelps in surprise. “Yeah, and remember when I slapped it back? Even wilder.” Jimin smirks, he’s learning.

They change in silence, eyeing their clothes in the mirror to make sure they looked good enough to go out. "Okay how do I look?" Jimin asks as he turns to face Jungkook who's currently pulling his shirt over his head. The younger does a once over and his brain just stops thinking.

Jimin is dressed in black jeans with rips at the knees, a black collared three-buttoned polo t-shirt that has wide vertical dark orange and white stripes with a black line going down the middle of each white stripe tucked into his jeans—all three buttons left unbuttoned, showing off some of Jimin's chest—, a black belt with a silver buckle, and black dress shoes waiting at the door for him. How does one go about saying 'you're breathtaking' for the millionth time without it losing its meaning? Because Jungkook would like to know.

"Kookie?"

"Y-You look great, Jiminie. Definitely the embodiment of sex appeal." Jimin laughs as he thanks the younger for the comment he gets so often, it's just rare to actually hear it from him though. "How about me? Do I look like I'm ready to go to a club?"

"Perfect! Definitely got that hot date, but hard to get look down pat." Jungkook's wearing a long sleeve black shirt underneath a baggy black t-shirt, with black triple pocket strap cargo pants, and Nike air max goadome sneakers next to him ready to be put on.

"Great? Anyway the club's not too far of a walk from here which'll also help us when you're drunk off your ass later." Jungkook says as he walks over to the door to slip his sneakers on. "Wait you're not gonna drink with me!?" Jimin was looking forward to getting drunk and dancing the night away with the black-haired. "Oh, no I'll be drinking. I'm just not going to get, as you'd say, shwasted beyond belief."

Oh how Jungkook was wrong. The pair were downing shots like there was no tomorrow, basically asking for the bad decisions to make themselves. It's eleven thirty and Jimin's already been hit on by multiple guys and girls alike, most of his drink being bought by other people in the club. It took everything in Jungkook to trust Jimin and not make another Taemin debacle. However, that doesn't mean he's not allowed to glare when no one's looking. After being tired of having to be discrete with Jungkook and playing this game that neither are winning, he makes the first move. Again.

Jimin walks off the dance floor and over to Jungkook who's 'patiently' waiting for the blonde's return. "Back so soon?"

The blonde shrugs. "I didn't want to dance with him anymore." He grabs a fist full of Jungkook's shirt and pulls him to his feet. "You on the other hand, are the exact person I've been craving." Jimin's small fist let's go of the younger's shirt and instead guides them to the dance floor by the pull of a wrist.

Once in the center of the crowd, the pair lose themselves. They don't have to see any of these people tomorrow or any time after. They're free to make yet another mistake and hopefully have a different outcome the next morning. With some unknown song playing and the bass so loud that their heads feel like they're vibrating, Jimin takes a chance. He presses himself flush against Jungkook, his ass over the taller's crotch. No second thoughts, just do it.

Jimin runs his hand through his hair, head following the movement and then coming to a halt when Jungkook gets a side profile of the blonde. Jimin starts moving his body against the younger, hips rolling to the fast paced beat, lowering himself and then rising back up. The shorter of the two turns and now the pair are face to face. "Kookie, do whatever you want. Don't make me do all the work please," Jimin seductively says in Jungkook's ear. As if a switch was flipped, Jungkook's hands go and grab at Jimin's ass, grip firm.

They blend in with the crowd but at the same time attract the eyes of horny strangers around the club. Hips messily grinding on each other, Jungkook kneading at the fat of Jimin's plump ass, and Jimin slut dropping is what really starts their night.

He spreads his legs and slowly bends down, dragging his hands down Jungkook's front and feeling as much of the man in front of him as he can through clothing. On his way back up he drags his hands up Jungkook's thighs, abs, and wraps them around the taller's neck. They take glances at each other's eyes and lips, trying to figure out if this is all worth a second chance. Apparently it is.

When their lips meet, they melt into each other. It's just like the first time when they were in Saipan, the world around the quiets and stills. It's something you only hear about in fairy tails but these two swear they've never felt anything like it. For the first time, even though they're drunk, they're both very aware of their feelings for each other and finally have an idea that the other just might feel the same way. The room is starting to get hotter as others are getting closer to them too. Some people in the crowd still tried to make hands at Jimin and Jungkook actually growled at them. This trip was planned so Jimin would have an amazing birthday and so that Jungkook could finally make his feelings known. So he'll be damned if a horny bastard in this sweaty club is going to get in his way.

"Jungkookie, let's go back to the hotel," Jimin presses forward to make sure Jungkook can feel how much he wants him. The black-haired man did not need to be told twice. Jimin is literally glued to the younger's back as they take the short walk back to the hotel, grabbing at each other's hands, and just making sure to not lose any form of physical contact. And behind elevator doors there really is no such thing as personal space.

Jungkook presses Jimin up against their hotel door, kissing each other with all the passion and sexual tension they've been keeping back, and the younger can't swipe the key card fast enough for his liking. However, once he hears that beep, signaling that the hotel door is unlocked, all bets (and clothes) were off. They're no longer in public which means he and Jimin are free to do whatever they want. Jungkook snakes his arm around the small of Jimin's back, pulling the blonde off the door as he makes his way to kiss and nap at Jungkook's neck.

The door is opened and shut in a matter of seconds. The buzz from all the alcohol they drank, and their unspoken feelings for each other, only fueled their lust filled minds. Jungkook reaches down to Jimin's thighs to pick him up, the blonde jumping up to help when he realizes what Jungkook was doing. The dinning room table was the closest surface to them so that became the starting point of the very long night they had ahead of them.

Jimin's legs instinctively open, Jungkook placing himself in between them. They quickly found each other'snlios again, hands roaming each other's upper body. Jungkook's hands find their way under Jimin's shirt and a moan slips through the blonde's lips as a finger brushes over his nipple. Jungkook swear he's never heard anything as angelic as that sound and is determined to hear it a million more times.

Jimin's hands trail up Jungkook's arms—absolutely in love with the feeling of Jungkook's hidden biceps— and thread themselves in the younger’s hair. He licks at Jungkook’s bottom lip and instantly having them part. Jimin takes control—quickly winning dominance in their kiss—and exploring every inch of Jungkook’s mouth.

A whine escapes the younger’s lips, him not expecting to find the switch in power as much of a turn on as he did. Finally having enough of there being so manny later in the way, he pulls Jimin’s shirt over his head, then parting for a moment. Jimin does the same to Jungkook and the look on the blonde’s face was enough to let sober-like thoughts fill Jungkook’s mind.

Jimin tried to lean back into reconnect their lips, but Jungkook leans away—the urge to talk trumping the urge to continue. Jimin pouts at this and in the back of his mind worries that he did something wrong. “Kookie? Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, I just-” he searches Jimin’s face for any sign to bite his tongue and walk away. “I need to make sure you know that I don’t want this to be a one night thing. I honestly really care about you, and I don’t mean in just a friend way. I wanna be able to cuddle up on the couch with you and actually have the right to be at least a little jealous if I see another guy get too close to you. I want-” Jimin shuts him up with a soft kiss before pulling back and holding the younger’s face in his small hands. A look of confusion covers Jungkook’s face as he takes in the look on Jimin’s. Glossy eyes shining in the dimly lit room, tears threatening to fall. A memory of Namjoon telling him how much of an emotional drunk Jimin is suddenly coming to mind.

“I really like the sound of that. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Jimin peppers Jungkook’s face with kisses, pure happiness flowing through him. “And I need you to know that I feel the same way.”

Jungkook steps closer to the beautiful person in front of him to kiss him again, but before their lips meet, their crotches do. Jimin throws his head back, the feeling of his neglected half hard dick finally getting some form of attention since the club.

“Jungkook!” Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist, pulling the taller closer to him. “You better finish what you started,” The blonde warns. Jungkook chuckles, “You’re the one who started this Jimin. Are you really in the position to be giving demands?” Of course Jungkook was only teasing—there is no way in hell he was missing out on a chance to be this intimate with Jimin. The blonde snakes his hand in between them and grabs Jungkook’s dick and starts to palm the other through his jeans. “So long as you’re fully functioning, I can make any demands I want.”

Jungkook drops his head down to Jimin’s shoulder. The taller’s hands move from the blonde’s waist to his ass. “Bed first,” Jungkook says as he nips at Jimin’s ear. With hands sliding from that glorious ass to those lucious thighs, Jungkook picks Jimin up again and walks them over to the bed, mouths already back on each other. The blonde sucks on Jungkook’s tongue, biting his lips and exploring Jungkook’s mouth hungrily. The lewed groans and moans they each let out only edge the other on more.

The younger light drops Jimin into the bed, his blonde hair creating a golden halo around his head. “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” Jungkook says as he stares at the perfect angel beneath him. Jimin’s shirtless and has hickies coating his neck and collar bone, those purposefully made dark enough so everyone would know for weeks what happened here. He takes in the once and a life time sight and takes his time sliding his hands down the blonde’s torso, trying to memorize every crook and crevice. He cocks his head to the side as he comes across the lightly prominent abs showing. “You have abs?” Jimin smirks, “All those years of digging for burried treasure really keeps a guy in shape.” “You’re specialty has to be ruining moments because no one does it quite like you, Jimin.” The blonde only winks in return.

Jungkook dips his head back down and leaves trails of opened mouthed kisses down Jimin’s torso as he undoes the blonde’s belt and yanks the black jeans off his body. A beautifully loved and lust filled night takes heed and it was everything Jimin and Jungkook could’ve asked for and more.

Jimin groans as he tries to sit up to turn off Jungkook’s annoying alarm. He swears that by the time they get back to Korea later he’s going to throw that thing against a wall. He winces and a sharp pain shoots through his lower back which wound up waking the cute, sleeping, G.C.F director.

“Morning,” Jimin greets warmly. This was the test. If Jungkook acted normal after last night, and meant everything he said, Jimin knew he had a chance at a happy ending. “Good morning, Jiminie” Jungkook smiles and pecks the blonde on the lips, all worry and anxiety that ever consumed Jungkook was no longer in sight.

“I call dibs on the bathroom first today!” Jungkook gets out of the bed and walks to the bathroom in only his boxers. We can do some last minute shopping and sight seeing before leaving for the airport so why don’t you order breakfast and we can chill for a while. It’s only eight in the morning and we don’t have to be at the airport until three o’clock.” Without another word, Jungkook disappears into the bathroom and the biggest and goofiest smile spreads across Jimin’s face. It’s really gonna happen this time! Jimin thinks to himself.

After eating and showering, the boys got dressed into their comfiest sweatpants and hoodies and went out to buy some last minute presents and do some last minute exploring.

While they were out, the pair talked like they normally did and nothing about their final hours in Tokyo were awkward. As they walked the streets and went into store, the linked their pinkies together, silently enjoying their own little intimate moment in public.

“Thank you so much for this amazing birthday present, Kookie!” They were back in Korea and Jimin wouldn’t let go of Jungkook. He had the time of his life there and it was all thanks to the man in front of him. “Thank you for coming with me. It was definitely a magical trip.” The younger winked at him before finally wishing Taehyung and Jimin. He placed a gentle kiss atop Jimin’s head and then walked into his house to greet a sleeping Hoseok.

“Wait,” Jimin turns to face Taehyung. “What the hell are we now!?”

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40. Part 4

Looking down at the crib watching Reign drink her milk, she is growing quick to be honest. I did prefer feeding her myself, but she is refusing to drink, she wants to hold her bubzy and her bottle all by herself. Reign is just staring at me and I am staring at her, she is here trying to be independent and I don’t like it “daddy misses feeding you” like where did she catch this from because literally in the morning I was feeding her, not tonight. She has seen her grandparents and is now acting brand new “I will wake up for her now ok” Nalah came back into the room “mhmm, well I moved the crib here for a reason, to be honest I can’t rest now. I rather do it” pouting at Reign “just sleep Maurice, then you can be in a better mood in the morning. She may actually sleep well tonight so this is a bonus” I could just watch her all day “thank god you put a baby grow on her, you are terrible. Like this roaming around in her diaper got to stop, she needs clothes” moving back from the crib “well she is me, if I am walking around in my boxers then she is walking around in her diaper so there is that. But I do appreciate you doing this for me, I have a lot to think about. Well dad wants to murder me first of all” Nalah sniggered “he does, never thought dad would want to do that to his favourite child but he does, I think he just wanted you to settle. That is it and you found it, then you ruined it so he is annoyed. So leave her now, you go and rest up. Also, Robyn posted a picture, you might want to snoop on that but leave her ok? Just let her do her thing” nodding my head “I will” looking down in the crib “goodnight Mi Amor, daddy will see you in the morning and we can do some fun things together” reaching down and stroking the side of her face, Reign moved her bottle away from her mouth “no baby, you drink it” she is here offering it me “you are growing too quick relax for me, I love you” I better go to bed then “goodnight, and get me if you need anything” walking out of the bedroom, I need to rest actually.

Shit is weird now, rather lonely actually. Pulling my covers over my legs, let me catch up with my messages. My dad wants me to tell Robyn what to do, he wants me to tell her to move here like she would listen to me. But then I have to buy her a house, I need to discuss this with Wade. I would need to draw up real papers and discuss this, because if she switches up on me and doesn’t allow me to see Reign then I will have the paperwork to go by, I just need to arrange a meeting with him. Once Robyn has finished trying to annoy my life, I will talk to her then. Unlocking my phone and tapping on Instagram, social media is the devil, like I am only using it to stalk Robyn, I mean she called Odell a stalker, but I am doing the same. My feed loaded up and Leon has posted a selfie of himself, they are in Vegas now. I just find it funny, because I was supposed to go there and it’s like it was done on purpose, I am not sure. Tapping on his story, so Robyn got some new friends. Her and this girl are close to be honest, they are always in the background. The next story played “day two of my besties birthday, how we feeling?” Leon said and panned the camera to Robyn, she looked at the phone and then turned away “a mess, stop” I smiled, she is pretty without make up “we shall see if my friend drinks today, she had a pre-drink already so yeah, Jacob how are we feeling back there” Leon lifted his phone up, his little friend put a finger up, he is not amused “we could have taken the car!” he shouted and Leon cackled. The story ended, Robyn is drinking a lot like she is just drinking when she is not a heavy drinker, I don’t think anyways, scrolling down my feed. Ally is actually going out for once, I want to comment saying did I approve this, but I won’t ruin her mood, laughing to myself. Scrolling down, Bonita is posting selfies now, this Asian chick and Robyn are close like she is always there with her, reading the caption “a little makeup hid a lot” I read aloud, she don’t need makeup but I guess it is what it is because she will be having fun.

“Come on!!” Asia shouted, drinking some more water before I ran towards the door “I am so not ready for this, like I feel tired. So, where we going” I asked, Leon turned around “looking like a whole meal somewhere fancy, I got some tickets for 1Oak so we can party, I am glad you are drinking water. Keep it that way” I think I am going to keep it that way for a while, unless I am feeling myself which I will soon when I get there “do I look ok? I literally didn’t have the time to get a good dress out, this was so last minute, my boobs aren’t leaking, are they?” Leon looked at my dress “you barely have any but no” he is so annoying “would you like me take care of your phone for you? Don’t want no dike app happening?” I laughed shaking my head “fuck you! Like seriously, it was a mistake. I can’t even bring myself to text him back, I left him on a read. Like what the fuck do you say to him, like oh my god. I am shameful, I was begging for dick” Jacob pressed the elevator button “and? Luckily, he wasn’t in Cali or you would have been there, I just think better the devil you know. Clearly, he would have gave it, don’t be ashamed. But from now on, you are known as dike app because that was hilarious” the elevator doors opened “like honestly get that billionaire dick, nobody is judging that, girl I would too” Asia said, I just get somewhat freaky when I drink and I want dick but I think I will keep my phone to myself.

I swear we just walked by Scott Disick, I had to double take “oh ok, we did” I said to myself, Leon is always making us travel like where the fuck did he book us in, a table or what “come, come. Here we are” we have something to sit on, thank god. I am tired, sitting down on the seats and then looked up “so Leon just sat us across the hood niggas” that is great, there are so many of them and probably sharing one bottle “Leon said, you can only have that one glass” waving Jacob off “get me something more, tell him he ain’t my dad!” I shouted, Asia laughed “you have such good legs you know” she touched my leg, sipping my whiskey “I get that a lot, one time. This guy was trying to flirt with me and he goes I should be on a commercial with these legs, I said that was boring. Like come on, I want you to actively be like I want them legs around me, some guys are so lame” shaking my head “they are, I need you to be in my life more so I can find a man, the men just attract to you” bopping my head “baby! I like your style!” I sang with my drink in hand “I will get you a man, maybe one of those niggas across us” I laughed, Asia side eyed me.

Placing the blunt between my lips watching OT Genasis do his thing, I didn’t even know he was playing here tonight “I’m in love with the coco” I sang as I blew out the smoke from my lips “hit my plug that’s my cholo, aye!!” I laughed at Leon “If you snitching I go loco” me and Leon pointing at each other singing, Asia took the blunt from me. We having to share this one, she is running low on weed. Bopping my head “I’m in love with the coco” leaning down and picking my drink up, I am only having one shot in these, no double so I should be ok “Robyn!” Asia grabbed my arm, picking my drink up and turning to her. She pointed, seeing this guy stood in our section “what?” I said to her “he wants to speak to you” she said, I laughed “me? Why?” I looked at him, he is not ugly but still I have seen better. He stepped around Asia “my homie want to say you look good, why you ain’t come here to us” looking over to his homies “which one?” I questioned, I mean I am not going there actively but I am just asking “the one in the white tee” now he is even worse, I don’t think so “tell him, when each one of his homies can buy their own drink and not share one bottle maybe then” looking over at this guy, he just stared at me like I swore at his mom “so you been looking?” he questioned “hard to miss, anyways” turning around, he can tell his friend whatever the hell he want.

Downing my drink, placing the glass down “I am going” I said turning to Asia “where!?” she spat “hotel, I am not feeling too good. Stay, I am ok, the hotel is down the road. Tell Leon I am going, he has gone, see you back there” holding Asia’ arm as I stepped down “no, I will come with you. You can’t go, you’re tipsy” Asia grabbed her bag, I didn’t want her to come, the night is still young “we can text them” nodding my head, I do need someone actually. I think I drank more then I should have, Asia and I linked arms walking around the crowd “leaving me there for? Leon and Jacob make me feel like a third wheel, girl” I chuckled, oh my god I am feeling it right now “you wanted to go alone, you’re drunk again” I just laughed “mhmmm” I did drink more than I should, again “I need to pee, you come with? Or stay here?” I pointed at the wall “stay, I rather not” unlinking our arms and I went to the wall, leaning against it. Asia went to go and pee, lifting my bag up. Trying to find the zip “you waiting on someone?” looking up from my bag “no” I said frowning “you told my homie that I was broke, I am not broke” who is this guy “ok” I shrugged, I can’t open my bag and this is annoying me “let me” moving my hand away and he unzipped the bag for me, looking up and seeing him “oh the white tee man” I laughed “you need a drive back? You don’t need to be walking” shaking my head “I am fine, thanks” all I wanted was my phone “It’s not nice to call a man broke, I was just interested in you, but you are stuck up” is this guy going to keep on harassing me “then move! Clearly I am not interested in you and your broke friends” Asia finally came out “you will regret that” he said “kiss my ass” Asia frowned at him as she gestured we walk away.

I am so hungry “shall we find food? I am glad I met you” we both near fell and laughed “no, let’s not. Robyn you are dragging me everywhere!” Asia spat, “no we are not, we are going back to the hotel room!” Asia dragged me to the opposite side “mhmm, well I want food, I will go to bar” entering our hotel, letting Asia hand go “my heels need coming off” sitting on the floor “you can’t be doing that!” Asia laughed saying “I can” I said as I fumbled with the buckle “I am getting food here” I want food “well I am going back to the room, you will be ok here then?” nodding my head “just help me with this then you go” I am fine here.

Pulling a face now hearing my work phone ring, that is too much ringing, first my family phone and now my work phone and I can’t be bothered, I am trying to sleep here. Reaching over and grabbing my phone, squinting my eyes at the screen and it is Robyn calling me, my eyes widened at her calling me “hello” answering the phone, there was a long silence on the phone. I can hear the light chatter of people in the background, but I can hear Robyn on the other end of the phone “do you miss me?” she finally spoke, hearing Robyn’ voice in my ear, elegant but deeper than normal, if I close my eyes I can just picture her “you know I do” I replied back finally, Robyn hummed “Maurice” she said in a whisper “I..” she drifted off “I want you to come here, I want you. I want you to fly here and teach me a lesson. I have my legs out, my side boob showing, I want daddy to fuck me. I want you to wear a suit and meet me” I smirked, like I am not sure how to take this “where are you exactly?” I asked, like is she playing me “at a bar, I mean I could go back and ask the nigga that wanted me at the club but I want you” she wants me to come where “where?” I asked again “thank you for the drink, and could you tell my dick appointment where I am” Robyn said, what is she doing “you want me to tell them where you are?” some guy said, I frowned “tell Maurice Davenport where I am, tell him for me” this Robyn got me feeling a type of way “hello?” this random guy is on the phone “who are you?” I asked him “the bartender, she told me to speak to you. Are you really Maurice Davenport?” he spat, I can hear Robyn’ giggle in the background “he’s my dick appointment, tell him to hurry up” Robyn said “the lady here, she is at the bar in The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas” is she now “what is she like to you? Is she drunk?” I asked him “erm, she is intoxicated yes, she is very pretty and is smoking and staring at me” nodding my head “bye” he said, Robyn is in Vegas I am here, what she want me to do “I am waiting, every thirty minutes I will be drinking, so the longer you take, the more drunk I become, you make anything happen so make it happen” she disconnected the call, is this even real right now.

Fixing my tie as I knocked on Nalah’ bedroom door, I mean I can make anything happen like having to take another private jet because mine is not ready “Nalah” knocking on the door again “can I come in?” she needs to hurry, she is wasting my time “yeah come in!” opening the door “what are you doing?” Nalah said in annoyance “I need to go to Vegas, it’s an emergency” I can’t see Nalah’ reaction from here but I am guessing she is not happy “why? Maurice, you have Reign here?” nodding my head “that I know but I have you here, I need to see Robyn. She needs me, it’s important so please. It’s not work it is Robyn so please look after her?” Nalah scoffed “sure, whatever she wants you for. Is that dick appointment thing happening then?” I shrugged “but I will be back” closing the door, I am wearing a suit like she wanted but if she is playing me, I will be so annoyed with her. If I could just run there I would, I can’t wait to see her. I mean she wants me so of course I am going, I was so concerned about her with the texting business and if she was ok but she called me drunk again but she is my master and I am the dog, I am going there. I should be there max five hours, but I hope the jet can get me there even quicker, I can only hope because she will be drinking for every thirty minutes I take.

Looking down at my Rolex and it’s been five hours, I am wondering if she is there or not but she is not answering my calls, maybe this is her way to make me come back I am here now “thank you” grabbing my bag and getting out of the SUV, I don’t have the time to be waiting for the driver to walk me I need to go, this is a nice hotel to be honest. Walking into the hotel lobby, I can’t wait to see her, I hope she is there still. I have missed her a lot, even though I am her dick appointment I rather be her dick appointment “your bar?” I asked the receptionist “which one?” I groaned out, of course there is like six of them, I am tired, and I have rushed here. Getting my phone out from my pocket “actually, can you find out where Robyn is. Ask your bar staff, ask them in every one of them. A lady that has been there for few hours, please” the lady smiled at me “for you sir” they know who the hell I am, I would always be around here. I sighed out heavily turning around, I am very much tired but for Robyn I guess “oh shit, what are you doing here!?” looking up seeing Leon “Maurice, don’t be angry with me” I am annoyed with him “mhmm right, so you lost Robyn?” I said, “oh is he the dike app?” some guy said “wow, you really Maurice Davenport, wow. Hi. I am Jacob, we were there through the texting. So, the demon summoned you here?” he said “she called me” Jacob laughed “she took my advice, that girl. I said to her have sex with your ex, better off that way anyways. Have fun, we are going. She is safe” the guy dragged Leon away “I am sorry Maurice!” Leon shouted “sir, she is in Clique Bar” turning around “thank you! Appreciate it, I will be back to book a room” let me go and get her.

The bar is quiet, I mean people have left to go to their rooms but there she is at the bar. I sighed out, she is really here, and she wasn’t lying about the side boob thing. Her dress is very revealing, walking slowly towards Robyn. I am guessing that is the bar man that spoke to me, they will be closing soon. The bartender pointed at me and moved, Robyn looked behind her “you took your time” placing my bag on the bar stool “woah” placing my hand on her back “and you have been drinking since huh?” Robyn giggled “I guess my dick came” licking my top lip watching her get off the bar stool “listen, I came here for you. This whole dick appointment thing is not the case, I came here for you yeah. I did miss you” wrapping my arms around her “you owe me a wedding night” Robyn stumbled “I owe you a lot” the bartender came over “you want me to put the bill on your room?” he said “I will pay it’s ok” Robyn’ side of her face pressed against my chest, she lazily held me. Touching my pockets for my card “look after her, we had a lot to talk about but she won’t remember” the bartender said, getting my black card out “she is a sensitive soul” I said, he just smiled at me “I figured form her conversation, and some guys tried to take her earlier. The knew her, got rid of them” furrowing my eyebrows “what guys?” I questioned “I don’t know, they said they knew her from the club, and it seemed to have followed her here, they was adamant in taking her, she said they followed her but she is drunk talking too, I just told her to wait here, keep her safe so we spoke. Nice meeting you” he smiled at Robyn “you got yourself in trouble?” I asked her, she has her eyes closed.

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ultimate-angst · 5 years ago

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Can you please do a scenario where Shuichi is dying and Kaede does everything in her power to save him, but ultimately fails he spends his final moments in a lot of pain? Bonus if Kaede indirectly lead to Shuichi’s death. Not really killed him herself, but she’s the main reason he’s in his position.

First request!! I’m still just getting back into writing, so there may be some mistakes. The setting is up to you, but it’s either post-game or in a non-game AU. I hope this is to your liking, anon. :)

It’s quite long, so I put it under a cut!

I’m Sorry I Couldn’t Save You (Saimatsu)

TW: character death, lots of pain (emotional and physical), probably inaccurate medical stuff (what, do I look like a human doctor to you?)

Shuichi had never really been a fan of hiking. It was always too hot, or there were too many bugs, or he got tired too fast, or some imagined predator would scare him back to civilization. His mind was always able to find some excuse to turn back, to return to the cool air and safety of their shared apartment.

Kaede, however, was stubborn as a mule and a master at talking him into situations he’d rather have no part in. It’s my birthday, she’d begged, doe-eyed and pouting, I’ve always wanted to go hiking. I don’t have anyone else to go with. That last bit was a lie, but he’d caved in to her demands anyways. He never could resist her.

That was how he’d ended up at a nearby trail, hat settled firmly on his head and a rucksack full of supplies on his back. Kaede sported a triumphant grin, squeezing his (admittedly sweaty) hand as they prepared to start their trek.

“Come on, Shuichi, this’ll be fun,” she insists, starting to tug him along. Although embarrassed at the contact, he doesn’t fight it, plodding alongside her with all the enthusiasm of a wet dish rag.

“I’m sure it will be,” he replies. He’s not sure if it’s to appease her or to reassure himself, but it sounds like the right thing to say either way. She seems satisfied with the response, and they fall into a steady pace as they make their way up the trail.

The atmosphere around them is calm, peaceful, quiet aside from the chirping of birds and Kaede’s gentle humming. She looks so content, and suddenly Shuichi doesn’t care that it’s too bright outside, that it’s too hot under his hat, that the pack is getting heavy on his back, that they’re slowly getting farther from the nearest town. Kaede is joyful and practically bouncing on her feet and still holding his hand, and that’s all he can bring himself to care about.

He listens as she points out the birds and squirrels that cross their path, the flowers she thinks are pretty, the trees she wishes she could climb. Occasionally, she pulls him to the side to examine a butterfly or a pretty beetle, and though he doesn’t want to be out longer than they have to, he doesn’t mind the little pauses, the moments where she grips his hand just a little tighter as she pulls him to her side.

They reach the marked halfway point, and Kaede pauses to awe at the beautiful valley below them. She releases his hand, and Shuichi doesn’t tell her that he misses the warmth as he watches her pull out her phone. She snaps a few photos of the view, then turns to him with a bright grin.

“Here, let me take your picture.”

The words throw him off guard, and he’s left stammering for a response. She giggles, reddening his cheeks further.

“Come on, please? I promise I won’t post it, I just want a picture of you,” she pleads, batting her lashes in a way she knows he’ll give in to. And he does, sighing in resignation as he averts his gaze.

“Alright, fine.” His voice wavers against his wishes, but Kaede doesn’t seem to care, perking up immediately with a little squeal of joy.

“Yay, thank you! Okay, I guess you should stand here?” She guides him closer to the edge of the path, squeezing his arm reassuringly when she notices his apprehensive gaze.

“Don’t worry, you’re fine, just don’t move too far back.” She takes a step back towards the path, studying him. Lifting her phone, she instructs him to smile. He obliges, tipping his hat back and flashing a shy grin. He feels a bit awkward, and he hates having his picture taken, but maybe he doesn’t mind as long as she’s the one behind the camera.

“Okay,” she says when she’s finished, lowering the device and skipping towards him, “now one of us!” She slides into place beside him, casually throwing an arm around his shoulder and pulling him against her side. His mind freezes momentarily, and he can feel his face heating up at the sudden close proximity. He forces his thoughts back to the present moment just as she raises her phone, trying to find a good angle. She grins, and she doesn’t even need to remind him this time as he flashes the camera a sheepish smile. She snaps a few pictures and then lowers the phone. Quickly, she presses a chaste kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

He feels his entire chest heat up, breath catching in his throat. The sudden release of his shoulders causes him to stumble, and he tries to find footing behind him.

He doesn’t have time to react. His heart drops to his stomach as his foot finds nothing but air. He blindly reaches out for something, anything, to hold on to, but he’s left flailing wildly as he falls backwards.

The first impact as he falls forces a strangled yelp from his throat, tears burning his eyes as pain shoots through his back to his extremities. The next impact hurts even more, and so it continues, each one stinging more than the last until he finally blacks out.

The first thing he registers when he wakes up is pain. His whole body burns with it, and the sudden force of it all causes him to gasp. The motion sends a stabbing pain through his chest, and he lets out a low whine, his breathing shallow.

He doesn’t even attempt to open his eyes until he hears a frantic voice crying his name, accompanied by footsteps and the skidding of rocks. The sound is unfocused, fuzzy, and he tries to push back the pounding of his skull as he attempts to open his eyes. The sunlight stings, and he squints at his surroundings as he tries to take them in.

He’s laying mostly on his side, facing a wall of rock and dirt. If he shifts his gaze a bit, he can see bushes and other small plants. Something on his head is warm. He starts to move his head, and his vision darkens as the pain returns tenfold. He whines, immediately squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to make it stop.

The whine is quickly followed by the same voice repeating his name, more urgently this time. He can’t seem to remember who it is, but it’s so familiar. He responds immediately to the voice, letting out a high whimper. The footsteps speed up, and through the haze of pain he can hear them growing closer.

“Shuichi? Oh my god, Shuichi!” The footsteps skid to a halt behind him, and he can hear how heavy her breathing is. He winces as a gentle hand is placed on his shoulder, a soft noise rising from him.

“Shuichi, can you hear me?” He groans in response, his mouth unable to form a proper response. He hears what is either a sigh or a sob, but his fuzzy mind can’t figure out which. “Oh thank god, you’re awake, you’re alive, you’re-” The words turn into a choked sob.

“I’m gonna take off the bag and turn you over, okay?” The voice is shaky but kind, and he lets out a small sound in acknowledgement. He feels the pressure on his shoulders being relieved, the weight against his back disappearing. The hand that had been on him slips to his upper back, just below the base of his neck, and the other moves to the front of his shoulder, applying a gentle pressure as she rolls him onto his back.

The movement sends a sharp pain through his chest, and the strangled gasp that escapes his throat quickly turns into a sob. He can hear the voice apologizing repeatedly, smoothing their hand over his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. One hand reaches up, tenderly brushing the hair from his face. It feels sticky, and he can’t think well enough to wonder why.

“Oh, Shuichi, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” the voice sobs. The hand presses against his cheek - gently, as if terrified to hurt him further. He forces himself to breathe shakily through the pain, wishing it would subside quicker. As soon as it’s back at a manageable level, he cracks one eye open, squinting at the light before adding another.

It takes a moment for his brain to realize who the girl above him is, and he doesn’t even register the whimper slipping past his lips.

“Kaede-” His voice is pitiful, pleading. Pleading for what? For her to help him? For her to take his pain away? Her thumb rubs his cheek, wiping away the tears that are starting to build.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” The hands pull away as she sits back, turning her attention to their bag. “I’m gonna call for help, okay? Just hang in there. You’ll be okay, okay?”

He closes his eyes, listening to her search for her phone. He breathes shallowly through the pain, his chest burning with each inhale and exhale.

After a few moments, he hears a groan. Another moment passes, followed by a frustrated cry. He can hear Kaede’s breathing quicken, her voice shaking as she holds back tears.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening......” Shuichi pries his eyes open, glancing over at his companion. She’s frantic, pulling at her hair with one hand as the other holds her phone. She’s biting her lip, tears sliding down her cheeks, her face flushed with panic and frustration. The cycle of quiet and panic continues until she’s at her breaking point, letting out a sharp cry as she throws her phone in the bag. She hangs her head, her hands grasping tightly at her hair, allowing herself to fall apart for a moment.

It hurts him to watch, especially knowing that he can’t move to comfort her. His voice is low and strained as he speaks her name, but it makes her jolt noticeably, her head shooting up to look at him. Guilt washes over her features, and she quickly moves over to his side to soothe him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, there’s no signal down here,” she sobs. Her hand rubs his shoulder in a feeble attempt to calm him, but that doesn’t stop the panic that shoots through him.

No signal. No help. He’s going to die here, scared and hurting and-

He’s jolted from his thoughts as she slips her hand behind his shoulder. She’s wiped the tears from her face, and she looks like she’s trying hard to stay strong.

“Shuichi, you’re going to have to move. I’m going to get us back to the trail and out of here, okay? This is going to hurt, but I can’t call for help and I’m not leaving you here alone.” She pauses, allowing him to take in her words. Her hand smooths over his shoulder, hoping to keep him calm. “I’m going to start sitting you up, okay?” She waits for him to give her a pained nod, then starts to move. She shifts towards his head, both of her hands moving to his shoulders. Slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible, she starts to lift his torso, moving him to a seated position.

If he was hurting before, he can’t even fathom what threshold of pain he just crossed. His chest burns, the pain shooting through his body as he gasps for breath. Kaede doesn’t move her hands from his shoulders even after he’s sitting, rubbing her thumbs over the cloth of his shirt and muttering reassurances. Once his breathing becomes less ragged, she shifts.

“We’re gonna try to stand, okay?” Shuichi feels panic run through him, knowing how much this will hurt. He knows he doesn’t have another choice, though. He doesn’t want to die here. He feels himself nod.

Kaede is quiet for a moment, and one hand disappears from his shoulder. He hears the rustling of their bag, and he figures Kaede has put it on herself. After a moment, the hand returns to his shoulders, gently pressing against him.

“Ready?” He forces himself to nod, and he feels her arms slip under his armpits, starting to lift him up. It strains the ache in his ribs, and he instinctively cries out, tears burning in his eyes.

“I know,” she says, trying to soothe him. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” She remains steady and strong behind him, lifting him to his feet. As soon as he’s mostly upright, she wraps one arm around him, the other hand guiding his arm around her shoulders. He’s gasping for breath, sobbing through the pain in his ribs. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe, and the realization of this causes panic to shoot down his spine. His shallow breathing grows rapid, and the tears begin to fall, dampening his shirt and the dirt below him. Kaede’s free hand finds his shirt, pressing against him to try and soothe his panic.

“Kae- I can’t- I can-” He hardly manages to push out the words before a cough bubbles up his throat. The force of it burns his chest and his throat, and he sobs as he inhales. Another one tears at his throat, and they continue to come until he can hardly catch a breath between them. He vaguely registers Kaede starting to panic, and he feels himself being lowered back to the ground. The pain shoots back through him as he sits, his back propped up against the wall of rock. Once he’s settled, Kaede removes her bag, digging around before pulling out a bottle of water.

“Hey, okay, breathe, Shuichi, can you do that? Just breathe for me.” He feels a hand on him, rubbing his shoulder gently. He tries to do as instructed, forcing back the rising coughs and drawing in a shaky breath. Light coughing pushes its way through as he exhales, but it starts to calm down enough that breathing doesn’t feel like a fight. He’s exhausted now, though, the exertion taking whatever energy he might’ve had. He becomes acutely aware of the taste of iron on his tongue.

“Here, drink some of this, okay?” He feels the rim of the bottle pressing against his lips, and he parts them, swallowing the water that pours out as Kaede tips the bottle back. The cool liquid helps soothe his throat some, but it’s not long before he coughs again, spilling some on his shirt. Kaede is quick to pull the bottle away, screwing the lid back on and putting it back in the bag. Shuichi gazes at her through teary eyes, his vision becoming fuzzy. Kaede is watching him, looking worried and scared and thoughtful, and he accepts the moment of silence as she thinks.

“I’m gonna go back up the trail,” she says slowly, sounding for the first time uncertain with her decision, “and see if I can catch a signal up there. You stay here and rest, okay?” He feels himself nodding slowly, though the movement hardly registers. His eyelids flutter.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I won’t be long. Just hang in there for me.” Her hand presses gently against his shoulder, soothing and warm. He wishes she didn’t have to go.

“I’m going to leave this here. Just in case you need anything from it.” He vaguely registers a weight against his side, and he figures it’s their bag.

A hand brushes his hair from his face, and soft lips press against his forehead. He’d be embarrassed if he weren’t about to pass out.

“I love you, Shuichi. You’ll be okay. Just hang in there.” Her voice is distant, foggy, and he exhales slowly as his eyes fall shut. His ribs still ache, pain hitting him with every shallow breath, but her words bring enough warmth to soothe him momentarily.

And just like that, her warmth is gone, her footsteps retreating as she runs back towards the trail. He feels himself falling, darkness clouding his thoughts, until he falls unconscious once more.

When Kaede finally returns, paramedics in tow, she’s quick to rush to his side, her eyes scanning over him to make sure he’s okay. She glances over the blood dried on his head, the red staining his right side, the scrapes and bruises decorating his arms and legs.

The last thing she notices is how still his chest is. Her heart drops, and her whole body goes cold. Without thinking, her hands find his shoulders, squeezing them worriedly, before sliding up to his cheeks. She cups his face, tears blurring her vision as she sobs, pleading with him to wake up, to open his eyes, to do anything at all.

Choked sobs turn into hysterical crying as an EMT pulls her away, giving the other paramedics room to examine the bloodied boy. Her chest feels so tight that she thinks she’s going to burst, and she screams as if that’s going to relieve the pressure. She can’t bear to think that Shuichi, her Shuichi, is gone, dead, that she’d left him to suffer his painful fate alone.

That final thought is what breaks her. He died alone. No one there to comfort him, to hold his hand, to wipe his tears and hold him close as he passed.

She was supposed to be there for him through thick and thin, through sickness and in health. And she’d failed him.

#for anyone curious: his cause of death was a punctured lung caused by broken ribs #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #kaede akamatsu #akamatsu kaede #saimatsu #writing #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #ndrv3 #death #death tw #i did cry writing this #imagine #mod hajime

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Betting on the Bullseye (30/30)

Emma Swan loses a drunken bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush - if you can call him that - to be her date to her office's annual fundraising gala for Boston's Children Shelter. Killian Jones is that celebrity. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost all because of the ridiculousness of the situation. What she doesn't expect is for him to say yes.

What she truly doesn't expect is to actually like the man.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I get all gooey when I finish a story, and this is no exception. In fact, this might be all the worse. Back in November @wellhellotragic sent me a prompt for a silly little one shot (so you should all go thank her for her ideas), and while it was supposed to stay that way, I’m so glad that it didn’t! Thanks for being the best readers and betting on the bullseye ❤️

Also, happy belated birthday to @lifeinahole27 ! This epilogue goes out to you!

PS: look out for a bonus chapter coming soon!

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She settles down on the couch in front of the TV in the living room, all of the shutters closed so that she can’t see outside to look at the ocean under the dull glow of the cloud-covered moonlight. She can still hear it a little bit, the subtle crashing of water against sand, but it’s mostly drowned by the sound of rain that beats down on the roof of the house. Obviously it rains in Santa Monica, but it’s rare enough for it to be an odd occurrence. She’s used to the sunshine and pleasant weather, even when it gets a bit chilly.

Her Boston roots would be ashamed of her for thinking that sixty degrees is chilly.

It’s what happens when she’s been living in Santa Monica for a little under two years now, all of her internal temperatures getting messed up with the total change in climate.

Making that decision had been difficult, as are all of their decisions to move or not to move and whether to visit for a weekend or a week (or for months if she’s honest with herself, even if that isn’t a real possibility) when Killian is away filming, but Killian knew that he’d mostly be working in LA for his next few projects as he wrapped up his stint with DC and Superman. He says that he’s outgrown that role, that he’s happy to get to move on to other roles that he enjoys more, but she can tell that he’s upset about having all of it be over. He’s really bonded with his costars, and she knows that he’s not too happy to not be working with Arthur and Ariel again after they’ve been working together for nearly a decade.

So he’s a little sad about it all ending, even if he won’t show it, but she can see the tenseness and emotion in his eyes as he promotes the last movie. He’s on Fallon tonight, and she hopes that he gets to have a good time instead of worrying about saying the wrong thing or giving out spoilers.

Her husband has the ability to give her spoilers to all kinds of movies, but she has to tell him no since she most definitely will not be able to hold her tongue.

There was an incident with the last Justice League movie that may or may not have been her fault.

(It was definitely her fault.)

It’s all much easier when Killian’s doing things where spoilers aren’t as big of a deal, but at the end of the day, all she wants is for him to be happy and to be doing something that makes him proud. That’s kind of been their thing lately. They want each other to be proud of what they do for their work, to be proud of how they spend their days. She had to quit her job when they moved here, and it took awhile for her to find one that she loved. It took awhile for her to find one where they wanted her because of her abilities and not because of who her husband is. But she did eventually find work at the Children’s Lifesaving Foundation, and as much as she loved her last job, she loves this one so much more. She actually gets to interact with kids and families, and she can legitimately feel the difference she’s making as she sets up fun events and field trips for kids who would never get that kind of privilege elsewhere.

It helps that she has good hours too, especially now.

Really, the only downside is that Ruby doesn’t work with her, so she doesn’t have her best friend barging in on her office ten times a day stealing candy off of her desk and begging her to the leave the office to get Tasty Burger a few blocks away even when they really should be working. She misses Ruby just like she misses David and Mary Margaret. It’s hard being away from them, and even though they don’t manage to talk every day, they do still talk most days. She looks forward to her video chats with Leo and Brody. They’re growing up so dang fast, and every time she gets an opportunity to go visit them, she’s on a plane.

Her frequent flyer miles are still constantly adding up, and it’s something she’s learned to accept as a part of her life, even if it’s something that she struggled with for a long time.

Actively choosing to leave people she loves was one of the hardest decisions she’s ever made, and no amount of words will ever be able to express how thankful she is that Killian did that for her when they were dating. That changed absolutely everything for them. He always told her that he wasn’t giving up any more than he was gaining, and he’d do it all again in a second.

She would too.

Besides, sometimes she misses that apartment in Boston, so she and Killian will stay there on occasion. There’s a lot of good memories there. She almost traveled with him to New York so that they could stay in Boston for a weekend, but it didn’t work out this time. Maybe sometime soon.

She’s obviously got to go to a Sox game. Of course, they do play in LA sometimes, but it’s just not the same as being in Fenway with her feet propped up on the chair in front of her and with a hot dog in her hand when she and Killian inevitably get singled out to be on the kiss cam.

(There’s a video on the internet of them making out because they got a little too carried away one day, and she tries not to think about that as much as possible. Her husband is hot, okay? Sometimes she likes to stick her tongue down his throat in public like the classy woman that she is.)

She listens as Jimmy Fallon does his opening monologue, the minutes stretching out as she waits for Killian to walk out on stage. It’s most definitely not live and she could just talk to him on the phone, but Killian is currently asleep in a hotel in Manhattan. He’s been so exhausted, the dark bags under his eyes increasing every day, and she can’t wait to have him home tomorrow so that she can kiss that handsome face and sleep next to him in their bed for the first time in two weeks, wrapping her arms around his waist and not letting go.

She misses him. Like crazy.

Even if she’s been stretching out on the bed and taking up most of it by herself. Though, it is a ridiculously large bed, and she can appreciate that the house allows them to have furniture that is far too big for two adults.

But she still misses him.

It’s weird how it somehow never gets easier and then yet it also does. She misses him when he’s gone, and sometimes the ache is overwhelming to the point of tears, but then there are times when it doesn’t have as big of an impact on her and she only misses him a little as she goes to work or spends time with Elsa and Liam. She can never quite explain it. She doesn’t really need to.

It’s her life, their life, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.

Eventually Killian comes out on stage, Jimmy introducing him and the two of them chatting about the movie for a bit, and then they get to the conversation she knew was going to happen. It’s been happening in all of the interviews that she’s watched, and she hasn’t even watched that many. She loves the man, but she doesn’t need to listen to every word that he says.

That doesn’t even happen at home.

Killian talks a lot.

“You and your wife welcomed a little girl a few months ago, right?” “Well, that was supposed to be a secret,” Killian starts, bouncing a little in his seat and curling his lips into the beaming smile that forms on his face every time he talks about McKenzie, “but then a cheeky photographer managed to get a picture of us shopping for a crib with Emma’s rounded belly. But yeah, my wife gave birth five months ago, and I am so in love with my girl. Well, with my little girl and my big girl.”

She scoffs at that, but mostly she laughs at the way that Killian’s ears go red as he drops his face into his hands while Jimmy roars with laugher. “Emma, darling,” he sighs, speaking right to the camera, “you know what I mean if you’re watching. You likely haven’t watched any of my interviews, but this is going to be the one you watch.”

“You might want to bring flowers when you go home,” Jimmy chuckles, trying to contain himself as the audience calms down.

“That might be a good idea.” “What’s it like being a dad?” Jimmy asks as he tries to change the subject. It’s a good subject change. This is one of her favorite things for Killian to talk about. Much more than Killian calling her his ‘big girl.’ “Terrifying,” Killian laughs, and she does the same, moving her legs up underneath her. She needs a blanket, but she doesn’t want to go get one. “I mean, it’s - “ Killian shakes his head back and forth, the disbelief evident on his face. “I’m a pretty private guy, especially over the past few years now that I have a family, but I love my wife and my daughter more than anything in the world. Of course I remember what life was like before them, but it’s been so long since Emma wasn’t the center of my entire world that I honestly don’t want to remember. And she gave me this kid that’s - she’s the greatest kid in the world, no competition even if I know that she is likely up right now grabbing on Emma’s ears.” She chuckles at that too all while her stomach does actual summersaults that are disagreeing with the butterflies that are taking flight inside with her. The man is so damn romantic, and she cannot believe he’s making her swoon thousands of miles away while he’s in New York for work. Dammit it. He’s not supposed to be able to do that, but he can.

It’s not something she’s going to complain about. She might tease him a little though.

“You realize that’s likely going to be all over the internet tomorrow? Right after your other affectionate comments.” Jimmy laughs, leaning forward at his desk.

“Aye, I know, but I’ve found far too many weird things about me online to go looking around. I usually only see most things because Emma’s best friend sends them to me.”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation because, almost like clockwork when she has a quiet moment, McKenzie starts crying, her little voice coming through the baby monitor that’s practically attached to her hip at all times. Usually she’ll cry for just a little while and fall back asleep, a lot of the awful late nights with constant wailing having ended a few weeks ago, but she is missing Killian a lot tonight and kind of wants to hold her kid. It’s selfish in a way, but McKenzie isn’t going to complain.

Mostly because she can’t talk and a little bit because Emma holding her will soothe her cries.

“Hi, baby,” she sighs as she walks in the room, leaning over the crib and looking at McKenzie clench her fists, her little pale face all red and bunched up and her green eyes slammed shut. “You’re being overdramatic, kid,” she laughs, picking her up out of the crib so that the cries stop while her iron grip gets a hold on some loose strands that have fallen out of Emma’s braid. That always seems to happen, and it hurts like hell. How she isn’t bald, she has no idea. “There’s no need to cry when I know for a fact that you’re not hungry and that you don’t need to be changed.”

It’s weird talking to someone who can’t talk back, but she’s kind of gotten used to it. She kind of enjoys it. A lot of her problems can be solved at three in the morning when feeding McKenzie and rocking back and forth in the glider. Sure, talking to Killian is great, but he talks back. Sometimes she just doesn’t want that.

That’s life.

The next three hours are spent walking McKenzie back and forth in the house while she tries to straighten up a little bit. It’s not totally a mess, but she and Killian are always going to have different opinions on what constitutes a mess. She’s not tired, though, her sleep schedule all out of whack since giving birth, so she has the energy to clean until she does eventually put McKenzie back to bed, hoping that she sleeps through the night.

She really has no idea, though, because when she wakes up the next morning the sunlight is already filtering through the bedroom window, the rain long gone, and instead of waking to a loud monitor, she wakes to Killian very creepily sitting next to her in bed staring down at her, his hand trailing up and down her arm.

“KJ, what the hell?” she gasps, her heart beating so quickly that her breathing stutters the slightest bit.

“I come home after being away for weeks, and my own darling wife isn’t even happy to see me. Shameful.”

“Oh my God,” she groans, rolling her eyes at the way that he’s got his hand clasped over his chest. “You’re ridiculous. You just scared the shit out of me.”

“Language, darling.”

“She’s not in the room.”

With a bit of an ache she sits up in bed and cups Killian’s cheek, running her thumb under his eyes to look at just how tired he is in person. It’s Saturday, so they’re definitely spending all day in bed. Sleeping or sleeping together. It doesn’t matter. Probably both.

Definitely both.

“Oh but she is,” he promises, his eyes scanning her face likes he’s trying to see if one of her freckles has moved. They haven’t, but he can feel free to check. “I’ve been home for about an hour. You were asleep, she was awake, so I went ahead and had some time with one of my best girls while I waited for you to wake up.”

“Your little girl instead of your big girl?”

“Bloody hell,” he groans, his lashes landing against his cheeks. All of his freckles are still in the same place too. Good. “You watched that?”

“I did, babe. Are there flowers downstairs?”

“There can be.”

She laughs at that, at the way he kind of looks like he might actually go buy her flowers, but she simply smiles and shakes her head. “So she’s on her playmat?”

“Aye.” He leans forward to slide is lips over hers while his hands cup her cheeks, the warm roughness steadying her while she finally feels them be connected again. It’s slow, languid, and just like always, she could get lost in it. “I have missed you, my love.”

“Me too. You’re not allowed to leave for a solid three weeks.”

“Why three?”

“Because that’s when I’ll get sick of you again.”

Killian chuckles, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin, and it doesn’t take him long before he’s peppering kisses against her cheek and jaw, working his way down until he’s moving against the tattoo on her wrist. It’s an actual tattoo now, not just a little dot.

MJ.

Mckenzie Jones.

Or as she’s usually known, Kenzie Jones.

She’s got two KJ’s who she loves more than anything in the world, and it was that alone that made her finally decided to expand her little dot tattoo into something more, into something better than her small rebellion at finally being free when she turned eighteen. That dot always meant something to her, but it means so much more now. When they got married at a courthouse in Los Angeles, just the two of them and Will of all people as their witness, she thought about going and getting the letters of Killian’s initials inked on her skin. But they did have a bit of a party to go to with their friends and their families, so it didn’t happen on that day. It had been a bit of a struggle to get everyone in one place for them to just get married at a courthouse, but it had all been worth it for them to get married only with the people that matter most to them around them.

And she eventually did get that tattoo. It’s just a little different than the originally planned KJ.

Killian’s got a matching MJ inked on his wrist. Now she can kiss his wrist tattoo as well. What’s fair is fair after all.

“And after I spent all day yesterday talking about how I wanted to get back to my wife.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

“It was but I – ”

McKenzie lets out what can only be considered as a squawk, and she can practically feel Killian’s groan, the dirty words on the tip of his tongue being swallowed back in exchange for him rolling off of the bed and picking their daughter up, gently plopping her down on the bed in between them.

“Little love, Daddy wants to romance Mummy right now, and here you are making very loud noises that don’t agree with all of this romance.”

“She’s obviously an evil little mastermind trying to keep us from giving her a sibling.”

“Darling, we managed to make her in between me being away for filming and us living next to Liam again. I think we can find some time to do some enjoyable activities with you on your back.”

“Or you.”

“Amen to that,” he laughs, falling back against the bed and picking up Kenzie, walking her across his stomach with her little chubby legs. “Alright, Kenzie girl, Daddy has been gone for two weeks, and I need you to tell me all about the junk food that Mummy is hiding in the kitchen.”

“She came out of my body. She’s not snitching on me.”

“She doesn’t have to. You left a tub of icing in the bathroom.”

Her shoulders shrug. She’s not at all ashamed of the fact that maybe she let herself indulge in a little icing. She doesn’t remember taking it into the bathroom, but weird things happen at night.

“It happens.”

He twists his head to the side, half of his face pressed into the pillow while he flashes her that crooked, boyish, altogether charming smile. She loves him a ridiculous amount. Has she told him that today? She’ll make sure to tell him later.

“It does,” he admits, his eyes crinkling. “Tell you what, later, once we’ve got this one down for her nap, you and I can go to town on that tub of icing.”

A laugh passes through her lips before she leans over and brushes those lips over Killian’s forehead. “It sounds like a plan, Stan.”

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