#her little robe and her cereal

[astoldbychae]

I need to do a day in the life with her because Ge is really out here living her best life. 😂

[ssahotchnerr]

i think it would be funny if y/n and aaron went to go pick ellie and jack up in the morning and JJ and pen were super cheeky about their night together.

the following morning

stop i adore that hehe that's so funny cw; fem!reader, dad!aaron, slight allusions to sex (nothing explicit), mentions of food, teasing banter and overall domestic fluff <3

on hiatus - part one

As soon as JJ opened the front door, the smug look on her face was the first noticeable thing; a knowing, devious glint in her eyes, eyebrows raised.

Aaron internally face palmed. "Don't start."

"Well look who it is. Enjoy your night?" She inquired amusingly, giving the both of you a quick look-over, Aaron more specifically. "You must've, you don't look nearly as tense as you did yesterday."

"Aaron? Tense?" You teased, grabbing his bicep and giving it an affectionate squeeze. Due to the polo he wore, you could easily feel his solidly built muscles. "Unheard of."

"You should've seen him." JJ allowed you both the room to enter, you closed the door behind. "He was begging us to take the kids off your hands."

"I wouldn't call it begging." Aaron defended himself, rolling his eyes to mask his itching smile. Guilty. "I simply asked if any of you were able to babysit."

"I don't know. The 'just a few hours, please' in the most desperate voice seemed a lot like begging to me." JJ quipped back, a smirk forming on her face.

"It was nice." You lovingly grinned at Aaron, still in the afterglow from the night before - you could feel the more-heightened-than-usual infatuation rippling throughout yourself. "Really, really nice."

"Did the two of you make a date night out of it?"

"No, we just stayed home."

"Oh I see, so right down to business-"

"Okay." Aaron blurted out, reentering himself into the conversation, his gaze moving down sheepishly for a moment. His expression took on a more serious look when lifted, "How were they?"

JJ casually crossed her arms, her mouth pursing nonchalantly. "Fine."

"How was Ellie?" You asked, your hand moving to Aaron's. "Was she difficult?"

"Not at all," JJ walked further in, the two of you followed. "She shed a few tears at bedtime, and I had some trouble getting her down. But once she was, she was fine. Especially once a movie was on."

"And she didn't keep the whole house up?" Aaron asked jokingly, but there was some seriousness within his words. With Ellie, you never knew.

"I think the boys wore her out honestly." JJ chuckled, her expression softening. "They were out in the yard for a bit. Poor thing, her little legs were trying their absolute hardest to keep up."

The three of you entered the kitchen, where breakfast was occurring. Ellie spotted the two of you first, the pigtails on her head absolutely disheveled and falling out from sleep. Her face lit up, "Mommy, Daddy!"

She scrambled out of her chair, her spoon clanging onto the table and rushing to Aaron's side.

"Hi Ellie Bellie." Aaron hoisted her up into his arms, giving her a smile. "Did you have fun?"

Ellie nodded enthusiastically, "Auntie Penny painted my nails." She stuck her hand out, displaying her fingers for him proudly. "They're pink."

"I see."

"We match," Penelope added from where she was also sat at the table; still in her pajamas, adorned in a colorful robe with a silk sleeping mask on her forehead. "Needless to say."

You wrapped your arms around Jack from behind, resting your chin on the top of his head. "How about you Jackers, have a good time?"

"Uh huh. We played soccer, then Henry and I built a whole Lego town. It had a park, neighborhoods, and we built where Dad, Aunt JJ and Aunt Penelope work too." Jack answered after a swallow of cereal, using his spoon to swirl around the marshmallows left in the milk. "We haven't taken it down yet if you wanna see."

"Um, of course we do." You gave him a squeeze, causing him to laugh. "And you were good for your Aunt JJ?"

He nodded, "I helped clean up the pizza we had for dinner."

"Cleared off the table without me even asking." JJ added, "Super helpful and sweet. As was Miss Ellie." She tossed Ellie just an equal grin - who bashfully hid her face in the crook of Aaron's neck.

After breakfast, Legos were viewed, all was cleaned and packed up, (Penelope also insisted on doing Ellie's hair), the Hotchners were on their way. Jack had practice in a few hours, and the usual Saturday errands were awaiting.

"Thank you again." Aaron told JJ, retrieving the stuffed bunny from Ellie, which she had just shoved at his thigh for him to hold, running out after her brother. "We owe you big time."

"Anytime, they're both always welcome, excuse needed or not. Although, Will and I may need to strike the same favor in return."

"Of course." You embraced her thankfully, juggling a tad due to Jack and Ellie's overnight bag in your hand - Aaron grabbed it from you before it could slip from your grasp. "Just let us know."

"So, are you ready to sleep in your own bed tonight?" Aaron asked Ellie, placing her bunny on her lap and strapping her into her carseat. He peered over at Jack too, ensuring his seat belt was fastened as well.

"Nope."

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #7: Ahsoka and Obi-Wan teasing Anakin after his first time with Y/N

Anakin walked into the mess hall, smiling. He caught sight of his Padawan and walked to her table to sit with her.

Ahsoka looked up at her Master and grinned teasingly at him. She noticed the small mound of love bites on his neck that were partially hidden by his chest plate and the red scratches on the back of his head that disappeared into his robes.

"Good morning, Romeo." She smirked, looking at his tousled hair.

He rolled his eyes at her, still grinning like an idiot. "Hey, Snips."

"I trust you've had a pleasant evening." She stifled a laugh, looking at his messy ensemble.

"Oh, you have no idea..." He smiled and rested his chin on his hand, replaying last night's scenario over and over again in his head with a goofy smile on his face.

Ahsoka gave him a teasing smile as her cheeks were puffed with her breakfast cereal.

"Hey, what's going on here? You're late-" Obi-Wan began to scold him, but stopped as he noticed Anakin's neck.

"Anakin got laid." Ahsoka said in a singsong tone, smirking at his lovestruck expression.

"Ahsoka!" He said through gritted teeth.

"Don't yap at her, you do a terrible job at hiding the evidence." Obi-Wan smirked and nodded at the purple marks on his neck.

"Turns out they both do." Ahsoka spoke, looking at Y/N as she took slow steps into the room. Well, 'dragging herself' was a better way to put it.

Anakin turned to look at her, his ego inflated by the way she was walking, her hair tousled and her neck littered with purple spots.

"Hey, you." She smiled as she neared the small group, giving his head a quick, loving stroke before sitting down next to him.

"Hey, you." He replied, grinning as he interlocked their fingers underneath the table.

"Ahem."

Both their heads snapped towards their friends, who were looking at them with fond but teasing smiles.

"You kids have fun last night?" Obi-Wan asked, chuckling as Ahsoka snorted and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Shut up, Obi-Wan..." Anakin groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

Ahsoka looked at Y/N and wiggled her eyebrows at her, to which she blushed and giggled lovingly, both at her teasing and at Anakin's shyness.

"You're adorable." She chuckled and pried his hands away from his face, fixing his hair and putting the little curls back in place.

They were most certainly never going to hear the end of it.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Hiiiii!!! I recently found your acc and I absolutely love your fics!!! Your writing style is absolutely beautiful and has be giggling and kicking my feet like it’s just so cute!!! I had a request about Remus x reader where like Remus is not really into the whole dressing up for Halloween deal because he’s self conscious about his scars and stuff and reader doesn’t push him to dress up but she knows he loves David Bowie so she surprises Remus by dressing up like Remus even puts on fake scars and stuff but with the David Bowie star on her face with red and blue makeup??? With like lots of fluff?? I hope that was a good explanation 😭

remus lupin x reader who dresses up as him and david bowie

Halloween was always one of your favorite times of the year. You loved the thrill of finding the perfect costume, the atmosphere of spooky decorations, and the endless possibilities for creativity. However, you knew that Remus didn’t quite share the same enthusiasm. Halloween wasn’t exactly his favorite day, and while he’d never said why outright, you could tell it made him self-conscious—his scars, the whispers they might bring up. So, this year, you made sure he wouldn’t feel pressured to dress up.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to dress up. And if you were going to dress up, you had an idea that just might make him feel included without forcing him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

The Halloween party was buzzing with energy when you arrived, music pumping, laughter echoing through the common room. Lily looked effortlessly cool as she adjusted her witch hat, James was in full Quidditch gear, broom over his shoulder, and Sirius had somehow convinced Peter to dress up as “Cereal Killers”—each holding a spoon and wearing cereal boxes taped to their robes.

James spotted you first, his eyes going wide before a huge grin split across his face. “Look at you!” he laughed, nudging Remus, who had been sipping his drink quietly. “You’ve got to see this.”

Remus turned, and you could see his eyes widen, taking in your costume. You’d gone all out to transform yourself into his hero: a mix of David Bowie and Remus Lupin himself. Your face bore the iconic red and blue lightning bolt, your clothes an eccentric mix of stripes and colors, but the part that you’d put the most thought into was the addition of the fake scars—a gentle mimicry of his own, scattered over your face and arms. You hoped it would make him smile, feel understood, maybe even a little less alone.

“Dove…” he breathed out, staring at you, a flicker of awe in his eyes. “Are you… are you Bowie? As me?”

You grinned, twirling for dramatic effect. “A little bit of both, love. Bowie-Lupin crossover, exclusive for tonight.”

Remus bit back a smile, but his eyes softened as he took you in. “You didn’t have to…” he started, but there was no hiding the warmth and appreciation in his voice.

“Oh, but I wanted to!” You stepped closer to him, giving him a playful look. “Besides, I look incredible, don’t I?” You struck a dramatic rockstar pose, making Remus chuckle.

“Understatement,” he replied, his cheeks slightly pink. “But—why Bowie?”

“Because you love him,” you replied simply, reaching for his hand. “And maybe because you’re a bit like him. Strong, unique, a little mysterious. It’s… it’s how I see you, Rem.”

There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a soft look that made your heart squeeze. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze back. “You’re something else, you know that?”

James, grinning ear to ear, shouted, “Oi, lovebirds, save the romance! It’s Halloween!” He nudged Sirius, who nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, come on, Lupin! Kiss her already!” Sirius yelled, earning laughter from everyone. Remus turned an even deeper shade of pink, glancing at you with a smirk.

“Guess we should give them what they want?” you teased.

He laughed softly, leaning in, and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, ignoring the whistles and cheers from the others.

“Oh, come on! The lips, Moony!” Sirius pouted dramatically.

“Shut up, Padfoot,” Remus replied with a laugh, slipping an arm around you.

Peter, looking at the lightning bolt on your face, tilted his head. “You should keep the Bowie look more often, Y/N. It suits you!”

“Maybe I will,” you laughed. “As long as I get Moony to be my rockstar sidekick.”

Remus chuckled, letting his fingers brush gently over your Bowie-inspired face paint. “I think I can do that.”

Hi!!! Oh my goodness, thank you so much!! Knowing my writing has you giggling and kicking your feet—ahh, you’re the sweetest! I’m so happy you found my page! 🥹💕

Also I am not kidding when I say that I blushed (a lot) while writing this 😳

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bittersweet Symphony 4

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Thor

Summary: you meet a god in real life but he’s not the saviour you think.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Is Thor coming over?” Joanie asks. 

You try not to sigh. It’s the third day of her visit and the second morning she’s asked after the Asgardian. You hate telling her no. She’s not very good at hiding her disappointment. You smile. 

“Kiddo, I think he’s pretty busy. Saving people and all--” 

“Do you think he’s really friends with Captain America? And Iron Man? Mom said that it’s all fake,” she asks. 

You put the bowl of cereal in front of her, “well, mom thinks everything is fake, doesn’t she?” You shrug. “Come on, eat up. We’re going to hit Central Park today. Got a long way to go.” 

“A park?” She whines, “but I wanna see Thor!” 

“Kid,” you utter. 

“He likes you!” She chirps, “I saw him smiling at you.” 

“He smiles at everything. By that logic, he was in love with his cupcake,” you snort. 

“Mhm, I saw the message he sent you too!” She bobs her head defiantly. 

“Joan-- you read my texts?” You sputter. 

“Your phone lit up, I don’t know.” 

“You're nine years old, you shouldn’t be worried about my phone,” you rebuke. 

“He got your number. I watch those old movie with mom and I know what that means,” she grins. 

“Enough,” your cheeks burn. 

“I told you, he likes you,” she sings. 

“Joanie,” you cross your arms. 

“Are you gonna get married?” 

“Joan! We haven’t even gone on a date--” 

“You’re going on a date?” She bounces in her chair. 

You huff and drop your hands to your hips, “you are sneaky.” You shake your head. You shouldn’t let her get to you like that. “Eat your cereal, I need to get dressed.” 

You turn and stride away as she giggles into her bowl. You untie your fleece robe as you enter the bedroom and pick out a burgundy circle skirt and black tank to go with it. It should be pretty hot so you’ll only bring a light sweater. 

You pick out some clothes from Joanie’s bag; her pink jeans and a lilac shirt with some child’s show on the front. You go to clean up her empty bowl as she changes. You brush your teeth and make sure she does the same. She’s easy enough to manage but when she’s hyper, she’s hard to rein in. You’re hoping a day of exploring can tire her out. 

Once you’re cleaned up and ready to go, you head out to catch the train. You tell her not to let go of your hand and you’re sure to take your own advice. When your stop comes, you’re relieved to be free of the cramped train car and the smell of body odour. 

You point out the Museum on your way and don’t mention the Zoo further down. That would be another tangle of strangers you’re not in the mood to deal with. You enter the park under the archway and take a few pictures to send to your mom. 

As you set off further into the park, your name booms above the city buzz. Joanie jumps in her shoes and you both turn to face the baritone. Thor sprints up with a wave. 

“Ah, what fate,” he stops in front of you with a triumphant puff of his chest, “I was only on my way to see a friend and I happened by.” 

“Oh?” You tilt your head skeptically. 

“How could I miss those ears,” he pinches one of the cat ears on Joanie’s hat. 

She smiles and wiggles giddily, “Thor!” 

“Yes, little one,” he laughs, “I hope I am not intruding very much.” 

“No, we’re just going on a walk,” you explain. 

“A walk? May I join you?” 

“What about your friend?” You wonder. 

“Hm, yes, well, Tony is not answering my calls. Nor is my brother. They’ve been elusive as late so I must admit I find myself restless,” he admits, rather forelorn. 

“Ah, busy, I guess,” you suggest. 

“Likely, yes,” he agrees. 

“Well, no point standing around I guess,” you grab Joanie’s hand and pull her along the trail. Thor comes up on her other side and she takes his hand too. 

“It is a lovely day,” he says. “I am gladdened to have found good company for it.” 

“Thor?” Joanie squeaks, “when you say Tony... do you mean Iron Man?” 

“Joanie,” you chide. 

“He is a friend, yes. If you are not too busy, I could arrange a visit to his tower. Perhaps tomorrow?” He offers. 

“Oh, really, we couldn’t--” 

“That’s awesome!” Joanie hollers. You hide your embarrassment. It’s all so exciting to her but you hate to take so much when you don’t have very much to give. 

“Yes, awesome,” he agrees. 

You walk on as Joanie rambles on about Iron Man and Cap and her other favourite, Black Panther. Thor informs her that he is not sure he could just walk into Wakanda but that T’Challa may just show up. You listen in dread. He’s so nice but he shouldn’t do all that just for her.  

“Ooh!” Joanie hops and rips her hand away, “I wanna ride the pony!” 

She points at the horse and carriage. You catch her before she can run ahead. You have a fearful vision of her getting caught under the clopping hooves. 

“Joanie, hold up,” you say. 

“Ah, yes, I would also like a ride,” Thor agrees, “princesses.” 

He gestures you ahead of him and you send him a look. He grins and bows his head. You keep your grasp on Joanie and take her over to the carriage as it slows.  

“Thor,” the driver ignores you for the man at your back. 

“Ernest!” The boisterous man greets him familiarly. “Shall we?” 

“Sure thing, buddy,” the driver agrees. 

You glance between the two men, surprised. You help Joanie up and put your foot on the step. You grab the side of the carriage to haul yourself up and feel your skirt brush against Thor as he stands close. You quickly hurl yourself onto the bench, overly conscious of your body. 

He gets in sits across from you. He thanks Ernest and claps his thighs excitedly. 

“You come here a lot?” You wonder. 

“Ah, yes, I love horses. Most creatures. Your planet has many endearing ones. There is a little chipmunk outside my window. He is not fond of the sparrow that nested in his tree.” He shakes his head. It sounds as if he can understand the critters but surely that’s absurd. 

“Cute,” you comment. 

“Oh, yes, very cute,” he agrees. “I’ve found many cute creatures here on Midgard.” 

He stares at you and Joanie leans into you. She tugs on your arm and you peer down. She wiggles her brows and you shake your head. He definitely doesn’t mean you. 

[captain039]

PART 2 Tender hearted souls

Hugh Jackman x reader

Warnings: Age gap, slow burn, feelings, hurt/comfort, two fools in love, angst, light swearing, mental health issues, daddy issues, daddy!dom/little girl, plus size reader

Previous part <-

You’re up late, staring at yourself in the mirror unhealthily. You’ve got granny panties and a plain black bra that just supports and nothing else. You like your flesh, squeeze it, curse it, love it then hate it some more. Maybe you were taking your frustration out on yourself. You feel conflicted, you won’t check your phone or social media’s knowing there will be an up roar. You’re glad you decided to create fake accounts for everything after knowing Hugh so long and being seen out with him more than ten times. You lay back on the bed and sigh legs hurting from the heels. A foot massage or full leg massage sounds so good right about now. A knock comes at your door and you’re upright within two seconds getting your dressing gown and tying it around your waist. You open the door seeing Hugh and smile.

“Heading to bed?” You ask as you let him in. He always made sure you were the one to invite him in your room, he never came in unless he asked.

“In a minute, wanted to check on you” he says a crease between his brow as you hug your dressing gown closer.

“I’m fine, promise” you say still pretending, you should’ve put some proper clothes on.

“I meant what I said up there, I know it was a bit overkill saying it to the world, but” his arm lifts up and rubs the back of his neck, something he did when he was nervous or embarrassed.

“You’ve been my rock lately, my anchor, I wouldn’t have made it here, wouldn’t have made it through the movie without you” you feel like your heart breaks. You go over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, resisting the urge to cry as he wraps his arms around your mid and nuzzles his head into your neck. You want to remove yourself from all this so it doesn’t hurt as much, but his arms, his warmth keep you there, always have.

“Well good thing I’m not going anywhere” you joke softly pulling back. You force a smile as he stares at you. Your breath gets caught at the intensity, the way he always looks at his love interests in movies, that longing look. You brush it off when his phone rings and he curses apologising before leaving.

You stare at the empty space a sigh leaving your lips before you close your door again softly and lie down in your robe, grabbing your phone. You check the news, social media, the hot gossip. Different questions a million answers on who you were, how special you were, why were you special, how Hugh knew you, why you weren’t mentioned before. It’s an endless doom scroll and you switch your phone off and almost throw it at the wall. Your phone buzzes though and you see your mums name pop up. She asks how the premier went, even though she probably read or saw the news somewhere. You tell her it went good, trying to avoid what happened. You say goodnight to her and listen to Hugh’s distant voice on the phone before closing your eyes.

You awake with a small groan, having had a horrible sleep of tossing and turning, not comfortable enough, feeling a little nausea. You want to sleep in more but your bladder demands release so you get up. You use the toilet before washing your hands and grabbing a shirt in the cupboard. You throw it on and find some pants to throw on too before heading into the kitchen. You know Hugh’s either on his run or in the home gym doing stupid gym things. They’re not stupid, you just don’t like doing them and watching Hugh just makes you more tired and a little horny than anything. You grab some cereal and milk before pouring each one into a bowl and sitting on the couch, legs crossed and half asleep. You miss your mouth the first time you try to eat and fake sob a little dramatically before getting it right. You check your phone, check the games you play on there before messaging your mum and dad good morning.

“Morning sunshine” Hugh’s voice rings out and you grumble in response to it. He chuckles a little sitting down in one of the single seats. He’s got his gym clothes on, baggy grey sweats and a grey singlet, a towel around his neck, some gross looking green smoothie in his hand. You gag at it as he takes a sip seeing him grin in response.

“It’ll wake you up, and it tastes good” he says and you raise an eyebrow.

“And I’d rather die” you state, your filter gone when you first wake up. You get a message from Blake asking how you are and you text her back saying you’re fine but a little tired. You’re supposed to go over there house for dinner tonight, a little celebration dinner for yesterday.

“Blake’s dinner is at six yeah?” You ask forgetting already.

“Yeah at six” Hugh confirms and you nod.

“Do I need a makeup artist for it?” You tease lightly.

“No, you do your makeup just fine” he says and you roll your eyes lightly his mind still in training mode.

“Yeah, yeah old man” you mumble.

“Who you calling old?” He’s got a cheeky look on his eye as he looks to you.

“Oh I don’t dunno, first name Hugh last name old man” you grin seeing his fake serious actor face.

“Oh really?” He says standing up and you can’t help but grin wider.

“I dunno Bub, I reckon I’ve got more game than you” he’s got his wolverine voice on as he comes closer. Your heart rate rises as he stalks to you while your grin falters.

“Nuh uh old man” you say as he’s suddenly on you tickling your sides. You’re glad you put the bowl down before you insulted him. You squeal and laugh trying to fight him off as you end up sideways on the couch him torturing you with his finger tips at your sides.

“Stop!” You say breathlessly as he continues relentlessly.

“Hugh! Ok! You’re not an old man” you whine and laugh out again.

“Begging for forgiveness already?” He’s grinning keeping his torture up as you squirm every which way.

“Stop! Stop! I swear, I’m sorry” you giggle in a fit as he finally stops. You let out quick breaths and laugh as he leans over you panting lightly also. You let out a small giggle wanting to tease some more but his smile falters a little eyes looking over your face.

“What?” You ask touching your fingers to your face.

“Breakfast?” You ask wondering why he’s staring at you. He’s closer now, you didn’t notice it but he’s inches away.

“Hugh?” You mutter cheeks hotter than before as he blinks.

“Sorry” he says getting up quickly and walks away down the hall to his room leaving you confused. You frown wondering if you did something, he always took your insults and teasing well and threw them back. You rest a hand on your chest catching your breath and trying to ignore how fast your hearts pounding. 

Next part ->

[kheta]

Things I need in a Reverse Robins AU

-I don’t care what the order is but please let Duke and Jarro be adopted before Damian is taken in! I need Damian to be jealous of an alien starfish, my bones require it 😭

-Duke ans Damian make Jason and Dick’s lives so difficult… not as antagonist and purely because they snuck out and caused so much havock that Bruce now has a sixth sense for when his kids want to act up. They cannot even attempt stealth because Duke and Damian did it better.

-I want Duke and Damian to be those kid brothers that never got along. They used to regularly ‘spar’ (fist fight) but Dick, Cass and Jason don’t believe it because they get along so well now? Tim and Steph are obviously lying.

-A grown Dick Grayson being so mad because he went his whole life wanting to be taller than just one big brother, one! And he never gets it 🥰 (Him and Tim are the same height. He hates it w a passion) Technically he is taller than Jarro. But so is Ace and Tidus, that accounts for literally nothing.

-In contrasts to his big brother’s stealth and sneaking out shennanigans, Tim just straight up lies to Bruce when he wants to take off with YJ, vaguely saying their plans (baseball, trip to some histprical landmark, chilling on Bart’s new ride) So while Bruce blames Duke and Dami for his greys, he says that Tim is the only reason he isn’t fully grey because he’s so responsible and considerate and always tells Bruce everything. (Tim tells Bruce exactly three things, two are half-truths and one is the boldest lie in town 😇 Bruce is nonethewiser.)

-Running off of that, I want Tim to be the sneaky middle child always in chaos, but I want Dami to know this and point it out to Bruce and gst shut down (like Candace Flynn levels of bad)

-Dick is spoilt by his many older siblings. He knows and takes advantage. I’m talking like 18yo Dick Grayson showing up at 22yo Jason’s place when Jason is at College and Jason returns home to find his little brother wearing his robe, eating hia cereal and asking if he can borrow Jay’s car because Bruce is hiding his keys until Dick actually gets a drivers license, which he doesn’t need because he hardly ever drives anyway 🙄😒 Jason tells him to fuck off, kicks him for not throwing thw empty cereal box away and asks where tf he thinks he’s off to anyway??????

-I want Cass to be a bratty younger sister, but only to Jason. She’s happy to hangout and cherishes her time with all her brothers, but she terrorises Jason. Purposefully is quieter when walking near him to frighten him, steals every comfy, bright hoodie he owns, wiggles into his bed and leaves her stuff for him to pick up, clean. She happily helps with chores until Jason asks and suddenly, she did not hear him, she was ‘busy, calm down grumpy.’ I want her looking at his school work and making faces at him if he tries to help her. I want her to want nothing more than to bite Jason, but also have him be her secret favourite brother. I need them to be best friends but the sort who will sell each other out for a single corn chip.

-Dick convinces Damian to help him steal an elephant. If Damian weren’t so weak for his baby brother he’d think about how even tge manor is not large enough to comfortably house an elephant. Duke isn’t completely sure it’s a good idea, but he trusts his brother’s to be smart enough to think this through ☺️ (they have not and will not think the logistics of owning an elephant through) Tim is fully aware this is a bad plan, he’s just even worse at saying no to Dick 💀 Steph is so mad that she has to be the voice of reason among these idiots 😒

-Tim dropping out of High-school actually leads to a huge fight lol. Bc Duke and Damian have Masters and Jason is looking into Ivy Leagues and Cass adores you Tim you need to be a role model 😠 Tim moves to San Francisco and doesn’t talk to Bruce for months after that fight. He still regularly contacts his siblings though.

-Personally don’t love Jason dying in Reverse Robin AU’s, but you know if Joker killed him at 15 he’d be dead in two weeks tops. Oh you want to kill the baby brother of a trqined assassin and Tim, one bad hour away from villany, Drake-Wayne? You think Duke would stop them? Dick? You think wrong. Dick might even try to jump ahead of the line. Cass is perfectly happy to shut her eyes and pretend she cannot see her brothers planning 🫢 The Joker would die a slow and painful death. Steph and Duje would run Batman distraction. (Bruce actually has a support network and two kids younger than Jason who are grieving. He’d need to be a parent and help them with their grief. He’ll probably be shit at it, but he’d still need to try.)

-When Steph starts college she occasionally visits the manor, liberally fills her bag with spare socks, new towels and non-perishables. Alfred doesn’t mind. Bruce does, but only because he’s more than willing to buy it for her and she will kick him if he even glances at any of his credit cards or bank accounts while she is near.

- Barbara probably has a crush on Steph and Tim. Like not a serious, I want a romantic relationship crush. But like ‘Steph is so strong and pretty and she’s so smart Dick, she wants to be a Doctor that’s so cool!’ And Tim is that weird crush you can’t describe. Like Matthew Gray-Gubler. He looks sorta like a raccon and an addict, but he’s weirdly handsome and can work a computer like no one else, ‘isn’t he so smart Dick?’ Dick doesn’t know whether to be jealous or to laugh at her because. Like. Really??? That’s who you think is cute from all my amazing big brothers ans sisters?

-Dick, as youngest brother, probably has the most eclectic music taste. He listens to classical, trap music, K-Pop, scremo, RnB, showtunes. Just all genres. He doesn’t love all genres, bit he k ows enough to have a super weird road trip playlist.

-Dick also always has to deal with his friends, civvie and otherwise, having crushes on his siblings.

-Jarro barely spends holidays with the family, but he gets presents put aside for him and is the most patient, most fun big brother of the batfam. Damian still hates him, but will begrudgingly buy him gifts and invite him to family events because unfortunately, Jarro is his sibling. -Because he's never around, Jarro is the favourite older sibling, with Jason, Cass and Dick always making him projects from school. Duke, Dami and Tim see Jarro more, since they love going to see the JL or going to space and don't care that Bruce disapproves. They will either lie to Bruce or sneak out or just leave the manor 'Because I am a grown ass adult B, you can't ground me.' Steph does not like space or the JL half as much and is more busy studying/working than the other three losers. (affectionate)

-Gotham villains are in shock when, after having highly predictable vigilantes who just come in through the front/back door (Duke and Damian) they are faced with vigilantes who will in fact bazooka an entry way open (Jason and Cass)

[notsofunsenpai]

This is part 3 ,but it works out as a oneshot as well so no one misses out on what happens!:D

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Alastor was woken up by soft sniffles along being gently shooked awake by little hands,if he was in a deep sleep he wouldn't have felt it,he opens one eye to see his daughter crying,"What is it honey?" He asked groggily,trying to wake up some.

"Bad dweamm dada.." she sobs as Alastor is now fully up,he take her in his arms, holding her close along with rubbing her back,"It's okay,you're safe, darling.." he said, hugging her,glancing at the time that read five in the morning. "You can stay in here for a bit." He said,wanting to lay back down. Charlie happily babbles,nuzzling against her father, who lays back down with her,putting the blanket over them. Alastor closes his eyes for what feels like a few seconds,ending up falling back to sleep. Charlie, who was still awake, moved off of her father,going to her mwama, who was dead asleep. She stares at him and then playfully smacks the blonde in the face,earning small groans from him. She giggles as she then pokes his chubby cheeks repeatedly before jumping on him,hearing an oof sound from him along with some movements from under the covers for him to look at her.

"Good morning, Charlotte..." he says half awake.

"Charlie!" The young blonde said, puffing out her cheeks as she playfully jumps on Luficer again.

"Okay.. im up..." he raspyly said, sitting up,hugging his daughter.

"It's so early.." he said, looking at the clock,"Why are you up?" He asked,thinkin that her sleeping schedule is gonna be fucked.

"Monsters!" She says.

"I thought i spray them away."

"Bathroom."

"I didn't spray there.. I'll do it later on." He said,truth be told there was no monsters he knows no one dares try to break into their home if they have a death wish, so to ease her worries he always spray some air freshner to make it seem like he scare the scary monsters away.

"Come on kiddo- wait did you wake your dad up?" Lucifer asked,hopefully he could hand Charlie over to his partner so he could sleep.

"Wake me up and you're a dead man love." Alastor says suddenly.

"Damn." Lucifer pouts,"Let me make breakfast for you and Char Char then.." he said,leaning over to the night stand to get his white robe and tying it around his scarred body,he was already wearing duck pajamas bottoms. He still havent gotten his other pjs out of the dryer yet so this will do,he picks his daughter up,"Do you want anything love?" He asked his partner.

"Peace and quiet. "

"Starve."

"You're always a terrible cook." Alastor replied back.

"Hey!.. so mean." He then gets up with Charlie in his arms,leaving the room he goes to the kitchen along with turning on the living room and kitchen lights so he doesnt trip over things again. He sits Charlie in her high chair,he goes into the fridge to get her some juice,"I'm making oatmeal this morning." He said, handing her sippy cup filled with apple juice. Charlie immediately starts drinking her juice,it's her favorite..or was it orange juice? She didnt know,they were both tasty to her.

Lucifer started making oatmeal the ones that you can just add water then microwave under 3 minutes,once it's done he tasted it to make sure it wasnt to hot for Charlie.

"Hey!!"

"I was just checking the temperature, I wasn't gonna eat it." Lucifer defended himself,setting the bowl in front of her as he happily puts her hands in the bowl and eating.

"You have a spoon for a reason.." he said as he watches her make a mess with the oatmeal.

Lucifer goes into one of the cabinets to get another bowl out and pour himself some cereal,he took the spoon Charlie was supposed to use for himself,and sat down next to her as he eats his dry cereal,realizing at the last second they need milk and two that he eating dry cereal..

He ate it like a champ,not minding it. He thought the spoon was an overkill when he could just use his hands.

Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

He was quick to finish his cereal, and he got up and put it into the sink as he got himself a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it.

Charlie was now playing with the small amount of food she had,Lucifer decided she was done and took the bowl from her as he finished off the rest by using his hand,eating the remaining oatmeal. He then puts her bowl in the sink along with washing his hands,"Come on, charlie, let's get you ready since you are fully awake." He said taking her out of the high chair,as she holds onto him,getting oatmeal onto his robe. He takes her to the bathroom where he helped her brush her teeth along with washing her up some,brushing her unkept hair along with dressing her up. She was wearing a red deer onesie with the feet being little black paws and on the backside a small red deer tail with white underneath can be seen. "Im papa!!" She beams,practically jumping up and down.

"Yes you are sweetly." He smiles,it was a habit for Alastor and Lucifer to dress Charlie up as their loved one,for an example when Charlie was first born Lucifer had put a deer beanie onto her along with a red onsies as she sleeps. He did it at first because laundry wasn't done at the time but ending up liking the idea and thought it would be cute,another reason is that he didn't want his girl to end up forgetting about them or hating them for some reason.

Alastor thought it was cute and funny so he kinda just went along with it,not really questioning Lucifer.

"Imma let you play for a bit,then after play time we gotta go to the store for some stuff."

"Oki!!" Charlie said practically running out the door.

"I hope she doesnt make a mess." He said smiling softly,as he quickly brushes his teeth along with brushing his hair,whicing ended up more poofyier than normal because he didn't want to wet or do anything with it.

He passed Charlie's room to see her talking on her toy landline,he smiles at her before going to his shared room to get dressed.

He opens the closet,going through it just picking out something to wear which he picks out blue jeans and a white shirt. "Do you need anything from the store love?" He asked,taking the robe off,showing off his scars once more before putting the shirt on. The scars were old,the ones that were on his upper arms that the shirt hid were when he went through depression. He doesn't like to talk much about it because it'll make him cry and he wants to be strong for his family.

"Get me the ingredients for jambalaya,we're having that for dinner tonight, please. I've been craving it but haven't gotten around to it." Alastor said awake,he knows he won't go back to sleep.

"Okay." Lucifer then goes over to him and kisses him," Always So beautiful when you wake up,i love you."

Alastor who felt like a zombie lets his lover kiss him. He's usually a morning person, but lately, he's been sleeping later than usual. He feels fingers run through his messy red hair, then the feeling of his ears being scratched,he leans into the touch,smiling softly.

No matter how many times Lucifer touches Alastor's ears, he always loved how soft they were. "I'll be an hour,think you can survive without me ?"

"Definitely. " The other remarks.

"Supposed to say no -"

Alastor laughs,making the blonde puff out his cheeks,"Fine, see if i care." He said, leaving the room.

Alastor counting backward from three ,"three..two..one"

Lucifer pokes his head out from the other side of the door,"Do you really mean that?" He asked,giving him his puppy dog eyes.

Alastor softly sighed,"No, i don't mean that,I'll miss you."

"Okay, good. You better." He said before going back to Charlie.

The radio demon smiles,"That's my idiot. " he softly says to no one but himself.

Lucifer gets Charlie, who reluctantly stopped playing to go to the store. She loves adventure and helping out as much as she can. He puts her in her red car seat,making sure she's buckled up, then gets inside of the red Kia Forte, then drives to the store. Charlie had her own little steering wheel. That way, she could drive along with her mama, too.

"Vroommm!" Charlie says,hitting her little horn while turning the wheel constantly,"Wook, I'm drivin!!"

"I'm very proud of you,you're an amazing driver, hon." Luficer smiles at his daughter through the mirror's view as they soon arrive at the store.

[xfangheartx]

Summary- How Asmodeus went from Hell’s Eternal Bachelor to a Sin who fell madly in love.

Preview:

  He didn’t know what time he set his alarm clock, but he honestly didn’t really care at this point. He just knew it was too fucking early… or maybe too late. Whatever the case, he honestly didn’t want to get out of bed.

  Unfortunately, running your own ring meant you couldn’t really sleep the day away.

  Asmodeus groaned as he sat up, running his claws over his mussed mane and smoothing back his comb. The blankets fell from his naked body as he sat on the mattress, hunched over and running a hand down his face. He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but it must have been some time after he had the third round with those two succubi. Honestly, he just wasn’t really feeling it last night and decided to go for the Missionary position instead of anything wild.

  The succubi seemed a little disappointed about that. In fact, they must have left while he was still asleep, which explained why his bed was empty when he woke up… not that it really mattered. He didn’t care at this point. With a sigh that made a small wisp of flame escape his beak, Ozzie stood up and slipped on his robe before he headed to the kitchen.

  He couldn’t be bothered with cooking breakfast, so he poured himself a cereal bowl.

  As Ozzie ate his so-called breakfast, he glanced out the window to the pouring rain. It seemed to be pouring a lot lately. Same old rain in the Lust Ring.

  Same old everything, really.

  “Morning, Ozz!” Lorelai, Ozzie’s recently hired secretary, greeted him as she entered the kitchen.

  “Hey, Lorelai…” Ozzie muttered in a noncommittal way.

  “So, I have your schedule for today,” Lorelai said as she looked over the itinerary. “Today, we’re testing out a new vibrator that’s still in the prototype phase, and you have a nooner later today with Mammon. He says he wants to pitch a new toy for you to design for him.”

  “Sure, Lorelai, whatever…” Ozzie murmured.

  “Oh, and we’re supposed to be screening new acts to perform at the club, today,” Lorelai added. “And then… uh…” That’s when she noticed that the Sin had barely even turned his head her way. “Err… sir? Is everything all right?”

  Ozzie sighed before he got up from the table and left, not even giving the succubus a passing glance, much to her confusion. Honestly, he couldn’t even bring himself to focus on work. All he could do was wonder…

   What happened to him?

  Since Hell’s beginning, Asmodeus was the Sin of Lust, the embodiment of one’s desires, and Hell’s Eternal Bachelor. He once had harems of demons of all genders. He relished in the acts of carnal pleasure. He could even go all night long as the air would be filled with a symphony of pleasured screams! But as time went on and Hell became more modernized, he suddenly found himself growing… bored.

  He used to consider the act of lust as an art; an act to be enjoyed and earned… but now, it was like he could barely even become aroused these days. He was left unsatisfied. Empty. The very act which he built his reputation became meaningless to him.

  Nowadays, it was simple quickies and one-night stands.

  When did it hit him? When was it that the game stopped being fun and more about work?

  Why did he feel so empty?

  With a sigh, Ozzie went to get dressed in his day clothes. He really needed someone to talk to right now.

[batesmotelofficial]

[ mainstream ]

It had been a few months since the girls had been born. Hailey had managed to get a steady job besides Hell House and was making majority of the income for the household. She'd take the kids to visit Paul frequently she knew Paul enjoyed being around the kids.

She sighed as she drew herself a bath, she knew she needed to give Audrey a bath so she decided to let Audrey bathe with her. Since that was common of parents to let their children do for the first 3 years.

She went downstairs. She had a bath robe on, tied around her waist. She was going to ask Norman if it was okay for her to clean Audrey

*Norman was currently on the floor, picking up little piece of cereal Norma (purposely) pushed off the table to make him clean...she was giggling the entire time*

Just like your grandmother I swear...

*he muttered*

Da-da-!

I don't even think I want to talk to you right-

*and there goes another bowl of cereal*

...really!?

[lkfarrout]

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapters 3 & 4

Posting two chapters today because I think they're best read together.

New? Start at the beginning here - Chapter 1

Read Chapters 5 & 6 next

Chapter 3

“No, Dipper, it needs to be closer!”

“Mabel, two chairs physically cannot be closer together,” Dipper gestured to a metal folding chair, its side completely flush with Stan’s armchair.

“What are you two fightin’ about now?”

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel ran to him, but stopped suddenly, looking very concerned. “Is that what you’re gonna wear?”

Stan looked down at his robe and slippers. “This is what I wear every night.”

“But don’t you want to look good for Kathy?”

“Sweety, I’m not goin’ out with Kathy tonight.”

“I know, but she’s coming here! We ran into her in town and invited her for a movie night! You better get dressed.” Mabel ran off before Stan could say anything. He glanced around the shack and panic began to set in. Was that stain in the carpet always there? When did the TV get so small? And oh, god – a metal chair?

After weeks of lovely dates with Katherine, Stan knew he was ready to take things further. She was good with the kids, and got along with Ford, but he found himself putting off actually bringing her to the Mystery Shack. Beyond the gift shop, she had never actually been inside. Thanks to Mabel, he didn’t have a choice anymore. At least Stanford was at McGucket’s for the night and wouldn’t bore her to death with his nerd-talk. 

Stan spent too long deciding what to wear. He finally put on his usual black pants and white shirt, opting out of the jacket and tie for a more casual look. He spent even longer in front of the mirror trying to determine just how many buttons to leave open. Just the top. No, the top two. Buttoning and unbuttoning several times before settling on the more conservative option. 

A knock echoed through the shack and Mabel zipped toward the door. Stan impulsively unfastened the second button on his shirt before following her. 

“Hi, Stan,” Kathy greeted him with a kiss. It didn’t last long, however, before Mabel pulled her away by the wrist. 

“You get the comfy seat! We’re watching a period drama. It’s Grunkle Stan’s favorite.” Stan chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck while they all took their seats. Dipper strolled in with popcorn and plopped onto the floor next to Mabel. 

Chapter 4

The soft glow of the scrolling movie credits illuminated Mabel’s face as she slept. That position couldn’t be very comfortable – on the floor, face pressed against Stanley’s leg. How a family this large managed with just one armchair in the living room was baffling to Kathy. Not as baffling as the pig actively chewing on Mabel’s sweater, however.

“Kids, go to bed.” Stan’s gruff voice roused Mabel from her sleep and Dipper led her and Waddles up to the attic. 

“Well… can I get you something to drink?” 

Kathy laughed and placed a hand on his arm, “I would love a bowl of cereal, actually.”

Stan laughed, “Well c’mon then.”

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“So, uh, I’ve been meanin’ to talk to you about something,” Stan began, between mouthfuls of cereal. They stood opposite each other under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Stan tried to hide his desperate nerves by casually leaning against the counter. “I don’t know if you’re a waitin’ till marriage kinda gal, or what…”

Kathy cocked an eyebrow at him. Stan avoided her eyes. Instead, he looked down at his bowl and absentmindedly moved the spoon in little circles. 

“But y’know, I figured we’d better get on the same page about sex. If you’re interested in that kind of thing.” He put his bowl down and looked up, “But either way, I think we have a great thing goin’ here.”

In response, Kathy put her bowl down as well. Expressionless, she looked him in the eyes and folded her arms. Stan coughed and began stammering an apology. 

“Stan,” she interrupted him, and with a laugh, said, “I’m definitely interested.” 

He nearly knocked his bowl off the counter as he stood up straight. “Really?” Kathy nodded, but Stan’s face grew puzzled. “How come ya never brought it up?”

She smiled. A subtle, devious sort of smile. “Well, sometimes guys your age have a hard time… being ready. I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she teased. 

Stan’s look briefly turned to surprise before he chuckled and stepped forward. “I’ll have you know, I can be ready whenever I want. Without any pills, either.”

Kathy stepped closer, too, arms still crossed. She looked directly up at him. “Prove it.”

Stan smiled with the corner of his mouth. With his hands on her hips, he guided her backwards until she was securely pressed between his body and the kitchen island. He could feel his enthusiasm pressing into her lower stomach. He put his hands on the countertop on either side of her and leaned into her ear, “That enough proof for ya?”

His breath on her ear made it suddenly difficult to speak. She just managed to nod ‘yes’ before his lips met hers.

He slowly made his way down her jawline, then her neck. The stubble on his cheeks made her giggle and squirm. He relished every movement she made against his body. 

"Stan?" Kathy whispered.

"Hmm?" He didn’t bother pulling away.

"How long has it been? Since the last time?"

His lips paused and lingered a moment before he straightened his back and ran a hand through his hair. With a nervous chuckle, he replied, "Geez honey, I thought you said you didn't wanna embarrass me."

“That long?” 

He laughed, “I mean, it ain't exactly a turn on gettin’ called your brother’s name the whole time.”

“Yeah?” She teased him, fiddling with the edge of his open collar. “What would you like to be called then?” 

Immediately, he was bright pink. For a man with such a tough exterior, it took very little to get him flustered. 

She continued, relentless in her teasing, “Oh I know – Mr. Pines? No, Mr. Mystery?”

He laughed, “Just Stanley is good.”

“Okay, Just Stanley, where were we?” She grabbed him by his signature gold chain and pulled him down to meet her lips once more. He took a small step back, bringing her with him, away from the island. One hand found its way to the underside of her ass, and the other to her hip. 

“Hold on to my shoulders.” 

She obeyed, and with a soft grunt, he had her up on the counter.

“Stanley,” she panted, “I didn’t realize you could–”

The front door swung open with a crash and a voice boomed down the hallway.

“Stanley, you won’t believe what we accomplished!” Ford appeared in the kitchen doorway and his excited look disappeared. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

“Scram, Sixer. This ain't your personal peep show.”

“Yup. Leaving.” He was already out of sight before the words were heard. 

“Sorry ‘bout him, toots.”

“Oh it’s alright,” Kathy reassured him. “Now, what about that drink you mentioned earlier?”

[tuliprry]

asthore (h.s)

summary: "yn and harry have been married for 3 years now, still a secret to the public. this is a comfort story, going back and forth of how they met and their married life and a lot of sweet drama in between. very full of love, fluffy, safe. "

asthore main post

word count: 3.3k

warnings: death, anxiety, depression, christimas time, sex mention, fluff

sunday, 17 of december 2022, 3:36pm 

the cold breeze from christmas approaching in the small italian village almost freeze y/n’s bones as she’s cruising through the christmas markets, the ligurian sea facing her as she hands a 5€ bill to the italian man that just finished filling a jar with taggiasca olives, “grazie! buone feste!” y/n says as she puts the jar back in the jean tote bag and covering her right hand with the black comfy glove once again. the humidity has driven y/n to have her hair constantly covered by a beanie or her curls would be so tangled she would spend an eternity in hair masks trying to salvage it. the phone pings. 

soupy

“just passed passport control, 30 minutes and i’m home. i love you x H”

y/n smiles, feeling her cheeks blush up from thinking about seeing her husband after nearly two months since halloween in los angeles, the butterflies from being apart fly more in her stomach as she rushes to their italian home, this was the first christmas both their families would spend in the home they have been building in the small coastal village of sanremo, y/n had done her masters in  the university of verona and absolutely fell in love with the country. and here she is, buying olives for christmas eve dinner, the first ever she’s hosting herself. 

the white gate opens up as y/n presses the button attached to her keys, she sighs at the car standing in the driveway as harry told her to try and get used to it and he would teach them how to drive but y/n has a unreasonable fear of cars, even when she had to drive the bumper cars, she would cry and her dads would end up picking her out of the car. she walks down the darkened stone (by the raindrops) path, the automatic light shines, lightening up the whole entrance area, y/n opens the green heavy front door and is greeted by patata and notte, their two cats, “ahh my two girls!! daddy is about to be home so mama is gonna heat up the soy lasagna and light some candles!” y/n is used to only talking to the two kittens she had rescued with harry, she takes her gloves and beanie and her long brown coat, hanging them by the door as she closes it behind her. 

soupy

“it’s raining really bad, i’m at the petrol station right by the theatre, 10 minutes i’m all yours, sweet bunny. god i miss you x”

bunny

“i already threw your jammies in the dryer so they’re warm when you get here, turned the ac on and i’m watching british news, just for you”

soupy

“you’re an angel!!!!! my angel wife”

y/n wrapped herself in a black silk robe that matches her pyjama set and sat on the sofa, heart heavy awaiting for harry to open the front door and them reuniting, her stomach was seriously going through it, she could barely work in the morning and had cereal for lunch as she felt too eager to even think about eating. the news were mentioning winter wonderland in london and how crowded they were after the pandemic, y/n missed london a little bit, being her home for most of the year and 2022 being the first time she’s not having a hot cocoa by the london eye just staring at the tourists. her stomach growls again, her anxiety is leading up to not knowing if she should even eat or stay pretty by the door so she can immediately kiss harry. 

she opted to fill up the kettle with water so they could have a tea and harry could warm up, as the water boiled the sound of a car motor makes its way into the house, meaning harry was home, in unicorn slippers y/n gets out of the house in a rush. harry is parking his car next to his other one and y/n is regretting being outside in slippers but she couldn’t wait one more second. 

and there he was…

he stood tall leaving the car, wearing light blue jeans and black vans, his upper body was covered by y/n’s favourite coat of harry’s, the multitude of greens and how long it looked y/n genuinely wanted the coat for herself, his hair clipped back with his regular black clip and his smile, y/n felt her entire body relaxing as she sloppily ran to his arms under the humidity of sunset. “fuck, fuck, you’re real” his arms wrap around the short figure in front of him, “fuck, my y/n” he sighs in relief and keeps the embrace just as tight. y/n places her chin on his upper chest and looks at him, his face structure coral-ish like the sun just about to set. “i missed you” their lips meet, a kiss they had been longing for almost two months, yet as their lips collide it’s like no time as passed, they went to sleep and woke up together, just like their meant to be. “harry i love you but i came outside in my jammies and i’m freezing” y/n shivers as she speaks up, he can’t help but keep a stupid smile on his face, this was his most normal, his wife saying she was cold begging them to go inside, his brain filled with deja-vu, “goooo inside, dummy” he says, opening the boot of the car, taking his suitcase out of it, y/n had already grabbed his backpack and made her way into the house, making harry stand a few meters from the door, feeling nothing but relief, to be home.

☆

monday, 18 of december 2023, 4:13am

harry woke up almost jumping from the sofa, looked at his phone, 4:13am, y/n was passed out in the sofa as well, their cats asleep between them and the electric fireplace still on as well as the bbc 1 still playing out the news from throughout the day. 

a big yawn escaped his lips as he slowly got off under the covers to grab a chocolate brioche from the kitchen, he knew y/n like the back of his hand, keeping the chocolate brioches at hand for a lat night craving of something sweet. harry for the first time in a few months felt genuinely at peace, not that he doesn’t love tour, he does, he can’t stop touring and seeing the familiar and unknown faces he hold in his heart with so much love but just sometimes he misses home, home isn’t exactly a place for him, because harry has a lot more houses than he could explain, but he only has one y/n, a short irish and scottish teddy bear in a human form that writes her fingers off and spends too much time in front of her computer and totally belongs to the generation he longs to understand. he walked back into the living room, y/n’s now sleepy eyes open, petting the cats, “harry! we fell asleep on the sofa…can we go to bed?” his heart skipped a beat right there, her curls messy from the sofa pillow, eyes droopy, cheesy smile on her lips from having him home. home. she was home.

the sleepy couple headed off to bedroom with their two cats following them, y/n and harry have always allowed their kitties to sleep in bed, even though sometimes the cats do bite harry off the bed, “how are patata and notte doing at night?” harry asks as he slides under the covers with small roses that y/n picked and he loves so much, “well patata sleeps on top of my feet and notte well… she likes to stay under the covers” y/n admits not changing notte’s behaviours, “y/n! she’s gonna bite me off the bed! again!” y/n gets under the covers as well and kisses his lips softly, “god i missed having you home”, y/n places her self on top of him, “oh bunny.. you almost make me forget the jet lag” harry kisses y/n, this time more abruptly, almost raw. “fuck! i missed you”

10:46am

the regular sunny beach town’s sky was covered in dark, heavy clouds, ready to burst at any given second, harry was aware of this, he was in the middle of his run and upset that the rain was going to interrupt his so beloved routine, he was running along the giardini municipali, his favourite place to run while they’re in their sanremo home, he checks his watch when a raindrop falls exactly on top of it, harry groans, he has left 20 minutes ago and his run was being cut short by an angry christmas weather rain that the old lady that lives next door has told him… or what he understood from his beginners italian. running back home in hopes to not get soaked was truly in vain. when he opened the green front door he was soaked through his entire clothes, he thought of y/n, likely still wrapped in the duvet, he almost envied her for a second but he knows y/n’s medication makes her crave her bed a little longer than he does. after a much needed shower harry walks quietly into the bedroom, curtains still closed, loud purring coming from the bed, a little night light on y/n’s side, still on, his hands gently rubbed through y/n’s cheek, a way he learned to wake her up without startling her, “mmmm too early” she moaned, still with her eyes shut close, “baby.. c’mon sweetheart, i made coffee and pancakes, i didn’t know if you wanted eggs” he says almost whispering, lowering his body, squatting down next to the bed, “oh the banana pancakes? with pecan nuts?” y/n opens her eyes, looking directly in his, “exactly those ones”, harry smiles doing the gentle rub on her cheek again, “okay i’m listening” y/n yawns, turning on her side to look directly at harry, “well..after breakfast we could start decorating the house maybe even finish our christmas shopping?” his hand now travelled to her hair, gently running his fingers through it. “mmmmm give me a kiss?” she asks, getting closer to the edge of the bed, “always, as many kisses as you want, bunny.”. 

the kitchen smelled exactly as y/n had hoped, of harry, banana, coffee and fresh bread, their kitchen was a little sanctuary for the both of them, the floor was almost like honeycomb, brown, yellow and dark red, usually very cold, the walls white, the cabinets a sage green y/n and harry fell in love with, a white oven that seemed too complicated at first and all of the kitchen adorned with gold details, the handles, the pots… the countertops were wood like, matching the kitchen table with mismatched chairs, the other side of the kitchen still with the sage cabinets, a window right on top of the big white sink and golden faucet, decorated with tulips, y/n’s favourite flower. the cat’s food bowls filled, the eggs sizzling in the frying pan, y/n begged her brain to take a screenshot of this moment and remember it forever. her happiest place, her and her husband. 

y/n sat on one of the mismatched chairs as harry placed the food in front of her, “vip treatment huh?” y/n mocks due to him being the one used to vip treatment, “for my wife? anything.. also i got super soaked in my run earlier” harry comments as he takes the eggs out of the pan to another plate, “you did? why didn’t u call me i would’ve.. well i would’ve cheered u up” y/n speaks with her mouthful with a pancake bite, harry thought it was cute, how her mind was always racing, y/n hates it, harry in the other hand thinks it makes her special, her brain never shuts off, more time he gets to spend with her in her little world. “well baby i knew you were asleep and this jet lag is so weird, woke up, fell asleep, woke up and then couldn’t sleep so i went and fed the cats and then i came back still couldn’t sleep so i went on my run without checking the weather app and well yeah but i’m okay” y/n felt hypnotised, yes she knows she’s married to him but just sometimes when he goes on his rambles, y/n likes to stare at him, his lips, his lips now covered with honey from the pancakes, she doesn’t know what power over her has given her the chance to be here, staring at her husband eating her favourite breakfast. “if you feel like you get a cough i have those cough drops from when i had covid, they were pretty good” her lips press together in worry, “baby i came home, took a shower and woke you up, i’m okay. i promise” 

promises were something big in their relationship, from harry’s perspective he needed someone he could trust blindly and from y/n’s perspective she has always been an open heart ready to trust anyone, so they met half way, keeping promises. promises that they wouldn’t hide stuff from each other, promises that they’d always be honest about their health, promises to stay in contact even if the signal is one bar in the middle of nowhere. right here, right now, their home is a promise from harry’s vows: 

“i promise, even when i’m far to always come back home to you, my love, i promise to make our home the most beautiful place that ever existed, just for you and me.”

the rain hit the kitchen windows pretty strongly, soothing the couple that was still eating breakfast,  “i don’t think going out is a very smart idea, soupy, look at the weather!” y/n says, calling harry by his nickname when they started dating, soupy, he had soup every day on facetime and y/n just came up with it, soupy and now even her family calls him soupy, “don’t call me soupy! and we are still doing stuff because decorating the house for christmas doesn’t require leaving” harry affirms, holding his plate and mug placing them on the sink, “the christmas decorations are in your studio harry and i’m not going to the other house” y/n pouts, “i love rain when i’m inside! not when i’m outside and need to do stuff!” she complains. a few meters away there’s a small house that harry converted into his studio while he was stuck in italy with y/n because of the pandemic, y/n stored the christmas things there and never touched them again, in all fairness it was a beautiful sunny january day and she was in a good mood. “fine, i’ll get them, you’re lucky i’d do anything for you”, “oh!!! can’t wait to tell my friends my husband would walk in the rain for me, what a man!” she mocks giggling against the mug, “mrs y/n styles you’re very sassy today!” he says in the same mocking tone, “it’s what happens when you fuck me to sleep, i wake up feeling like a spoiled princess” she keeps laughing, waiting to catch her breathe to finish her coffee. harry gets close and kisses her forehead and sighs in relief, “i love seeing you like this” y/n knew what harry meant, her depression and major anxiety really sprout up in the first few months of their marriage, making the first year even rockier than what they had anticipated, y/n is still medicated, for awhile harry felt like he had lost his y/n, until everything started piecing together like a puzzle, her smile, her jokes, her collection of books, her arguments in irish with one of her dads, it’s like his y/n had never left, she just needed a little boost that harry alone couldn’t give.

“wonders of antidepressants and a good loving night with my husband, you should know i’m always better with you around” she whispered against his lips, “i love you, bunny”, “and “i love you, soupy”.

☆

to better understand this story, we have to go back to almost 40 years ago years ago, when y/n’s parents, cormac and callum first met, they were both 15, had the same classes, did everything together in their hometown of sterling, a true high school love story that lasted their entire lives, they considered themselves lucky, falling in love at a time it was no longer illegal to love each other in scotland, their love only grew with time, moving in together, dreaming of getting married, dreaming of having children.. which eventually happened when they were 25, elsie and ewan, their families thought they were insane, adopting twins at 25 and all the repercussions of only one of them actually being able to be “legally” their father, but they still did it, elsie and ewan were 1 year old when they were officially adopted by callum but they always taught them cormac was their father regardless of what any paper said. 

the year 1998 came along, cormac’s younger sister orla was pregnant, cormac was so excited that his children would have a cousin and nothing prepared him for the next months of his life, the day that should be of joy was clouded by sadness as his sister died while giving birth, making y/n immediately orphan with half a second of life in her body so cormac stepped up, christmas being the first holiday they all spent together, the 5 of them. just them.

when same-sex marriage became legal in scotland they did get married. even though, in their hearts they had been married since they were 15.

but before that, as the siblings grew, y/n had friends that didn’t have the best family environment, and cormac and callum had no luck trying to adopt them because their parents wouldn’t allow it, so as adults it did happen, simon and flora became the 6th and 7th member of the family. harry knew this story, y/n had told him this story a million times but he’s hearing it again as they get the christmas tree ready, he looks at her with an amount of love in his eyes that he’s not able to express if not by poetry in his hidden notebooks, “and well the rest you know, elsie is a teacher at the same school as my dad mac, ewan plays football in torino, simon is a tattoo artist in manchester and you know flora better than anyone” y/n explains once again as she places the handmade ornaments she got from and italian charity shop, “flora.. the baker that purposely calls me soups” harry goans as he makes sure the christmas lights are all working before placing them on the tree, “i didn’t know she was gonna give you hell for my nickname for you, harry, she’s the baby, i don’t like getting angry at her… are those lights ready?” 

“they’re ready”

“then help me put them on, soupy”

“kiss me first, under the mistletoe” 

“you’re so sappy!”

“thank god i found you then, to love all this sappiness”

“and i do. every single inch of you, tha gaol agam ort (i love you)”

“and i love you”

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[cicaklah]

Oooh! If I may, for the ficlet with gloves: watching the other prepare and enjoy a mango. I leave the ship and whether the execution is messy or precision-clean up to you.

Being in such close quarters for an extended time was maybe a mistake, Diana thought. Twenty years of knowing someone, however strangely and intimate it was between her and 47, there were still things that could surprise her.

Olivia had been to the morning market, waking the whole house up at 4am as she muttered and swore under her breath as she extracted herself from her mess of a lair. She had returned when Diana had been standing bleary eyed in front of the kettle with three boxes of fruit straight from the wholesalers.

"if I don't have some vitamins I'll die," she said bluntly. "Unlike the three of you, I can't live on spite, cigarettes and black coffee, and that disgusting bottled protein slop," she indicated grey, Diana and 47 in turn. "Humans are supposed to eat the rainbow, guys, didn't you learn anything at spy school?"

The three of them exchanged looks and then mutually decided to let it go. Olivia prepared a bowl of fruit, added some yoghurt and then a full two servings of her usual super sweet imported cereal, and then went back to her lair.

The fruit sat on the side, judging Diana every time she made a fresh v60, but other than a small apple pressed on her under duress, it continued to sit there.

The mangos were the only thing to disappear. They were good ones, smelling incredible as they rotted slowly in the cool berlin autumn. It turned out grey had a taste for them. Still though, it wasn't enough.

Dianas insomnia absolutely wasn't related to her consumption of coffee, oh no, but still she finds herself awake at 2am. Perhaps a camomile would help, she reasons, despite knowing better.

Getting up, she doesn't pull her robe on around her, letting the cold do it's tricks and make her miss her bed. She pads down the hall as quiet as she can, and rolls her eyes; Olivia had left the kitchen light on again.

She steps in and is startled by the sight of 47 instead. He's in what must be his sleepwear, a t-shirt and a pair of scrub bottoms. Her analytical brain notes the gama logo embroidered on the hem.

He has a large knife on the table, but that isn't the thing that surprises her. It's the remains of three mangos, inexpertly hacked up, sitting on a towel.

47 has a fork in his hand and is eating tiny cubes of the flesh from a bowl, but it makes dianas heart hurt how little he's removed from each fruit.

"first time?" She asks, and 47 looks at her.

"yes. Olivia stated they needed eating or we would get flies."

Diana takes a seat, and grimaces at the mess. "far be it for me to argue,"she says, and takes the knife and an intact fruit, and begins to cut.

She has seen many methods, but with fruit this ripe, you can't chip the skin off or even try and peel from the outside. She finds the stone and makes a deep utilitarian cut, following the curve until it's hairy husk is exposed. The neat half falls into her hand, and she begins to score it into cubes, before then flipping it inside out. It's messy, sure, but at least there's no waste. She takes her first bite, and groans; these are good. Still a bit sour despite their advanced ripeness.

They eat in silence, 47 watching her watching him. Then, he moves to get up and throw the rest in the trash, but Diana stops him.

"there's still the best part," she says, and as he watches, picks up the stone and sinks her teeth in.

It's sour and juicy and so so good it makes her make a noise. 47 sits again, but it's with an emotion; the chair clatters slightly under the sudden weight.

Diana finishes it, but doesn't meet his icey glare. This is a situation emerging, and must be played correctly.

"your turn" she says, after she places the stripped pit on the mess below. "Use your teeth."

47 picks up the fattest and juiciest pit in both hands. He holds it to his face, and with his eyes locked and burning on hers, he digs his teeth in. Juice, so much juice, runs down his face. He huffs a small noise, and chases it, letting it pool on his tongue. Then, with incredibly inexpert but extremely arousing skill of another kind, he proceeds to sensually, strip the pit down to the husk with his teeth, lips and tongue, his eyes on her the entire sopping time.

[chvnnie]

Letter Two: Nightmares

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wc: 4.7k

genre: angst

warnings: apocalypse au, creature feature, use of weapons, HEAVY MENTIONS OF PTSD AND DESCRIPTIONS OF ANXIETY ATTACKS. this chapter is heavy and sad as it dives somewhat into the backstory of one of the members. please keep these warnings in mind. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: when the world's a nightmare, it's hard to deal with your own.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents the stray kids members as people or as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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Hey, you.

You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?

The day the world went to shit.

I know a lot of people consider the day of the lab breakout the turning point, but I don’t. That was to be expected; we knew nothing about Nots. Keeping them in those glass chambers, studying their habits and transforms didn’t help much. A domesticated animal always acts differently than a wild one.

The day that I consider the end, we didn’t even know about Nots. You and I were in bed for the evening, the television playing softly while you read. I was in the bathroom shaving, hardly paying attention to the cheesy sitcom joke and recorded laughing. 

I remember the razor nicking my jaw, tongue between teeth as I hissed. Fuck, the sting of it was awful. The razor fell in the sink, taking your attention from your book. 

“You okay?” You ask, leaning in the bed to get a look in the bathroom. You laughed when you saw the little toilet paper square stuck to my face. 

“It’s not funny.”

Though, I was smiling. I like hearing you laugh. God, I can’t wait to be with you again. 

I remember washing my hands before I started to clean the wound, the show cutting to commercial break. 

If you or your loved one have ever taken the drug by the name Nottingal, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

You asked what that medication was for. I said I wasn’t sure, but texted Seungmin to ask. He responded within seconds: A blood thinner. That’s all it was, just a simple pill taken once daily to reduce the risk of blood clots. A lot of people take it. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

It still gives me the chills how easily we forgot about the medication, going to bed without a second thought. We moved past it, went to work the next day. The world kept turning, and the name faded from our memory. 

Just a common, everyday drug. Why would we give it more thought?

An oddly cold weekend in March. You walked the dog, I went to the gym with Changbin. Our lives crossed over around lunchtime, stuffed in the tiny apartment kitchen as we tried to make our meals. 

“We need a new apartment.” You complained. “I can hardly move in here.”

“What, you don’t want to be pressed up against me all the time?”

You scoffed at my joke, taking your sandwich and chips over to the couch. I was steps behind you, leaning close to my bowl of cereal so I didn’t spill any as I walked and ate. I sit, and you turn the tv on, left on the news channel for some reason. 

“Ah.” I said through a mouth full of cheerios. “Turn this shit—“

And then, we saw it. The early stages of a Not. A woman in her 40s, hospitalized for an adverse reaction to Nottingal. She reported having chills with extreme nausea, nothing holding in her stomach. Admitted overnight just for observation, her symptoms got worse. At first it was just a fever — but then it kept climbing and climbing and climbing, to the point where the woman was almost boiling. She would claw at her hospital robe, screeching from the intense heat. Doctors eventually had to secure her to the bed. 

Then, it started to get weird. They called it mania, at first. She wouldn’t speak, only responding with this terrible screeching sound, comparable to metal doors scraping against concrete. Her nails started to grow (both hands and toes) at a rapid pace, which was odd enough on its own. 

Only made worse by the way they started to fuse into the skin, the color darker than the night sky. Claws. A nurse checked on patient zero one day and reported hearing something that sounded like the snapping of bones. After further examination, she saw that the woman’s back was starting to arch, spine taking a new shape—

The claws scratched the nurse across the forearm. The nurse said it didn’t feel like anything more than a deep cat scratch, bandaged up and went about her day. Just to end up at her workplace that night, stumbling into the emergency room. Chills. Nausea. A fever that’s a little too high for comfort. 

That’s how we found out that it’s not only the pills that could cause a transformation. If the claws scratch you, the tip comes in contact with your bloodstream. That’s what it all comes down to; blood.

Two months. That’s all it took. From that commercial to the fall of humanity. Two months, and the world went to shit. 

I’m not really sure why I wrote all of that. You experienced it too; the fear, doubt. Really, does anyone see the end of the world coming? I don’t think I’ve fully grasped that this is my reality now, that it’s not some kind of fucked up dream an edible gave me. 

I so badly wish it was. Because even if this is the demise of mankind, not having you by my side is greater than my worst nightmare. 

Speaking of nightmares, Jisung’s are back. I was sure that after we settled at our new base (right next to the mail stall, conveniently) that they would settle more. It’s been a while since he’s had one, especially this extreme. 

We found an abandoned house. It’s not very big, but it fits all of us comfortably. Two floors, four bedrooms. The bathroom is still functioning, which is a treasure we’re not taking for granted. It’s funny how we still have running water, yet most places we hide out are missing that feature. The first shower I took in there almost made me cry; it was freezing, but it was a shower. Little things really do make the apocalypse easier. 

Jisung’s in one of the upstairs rooms. It looks like it belonged to a child — bunk beds decorated with floral sheets and stuffed animals. The walls have drawings tacked on them, a bulletin board with movie tickets and notes from friends. It’s hard to look at. Wherever that child is, I hope she is safe. She was well loved. 

Nobody wanted to stay in that room. It’s difficult to swallow, to be surrounded by the reminders of such an innocent life. But it has the best view of the front of the house, the boarded up windows have enough space for the barrel of Jisung’s sniper to fit through. He dropped his duffel by the closet, setting up his gun. 

“Are you sure?” I had asked Jisung, an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It still happens now whenever I walk in there. “There’s space on the office—“

“I’ll be fine.” He looked through the scope, positioning the gun accordingly. “It has the best view.”

“I can stay in here, too—“ Hyunjin started to say, but was quickly cut off. 

“I said I’m fine.” Jisung doesn’t spare us a look. “Don’t worry about it.”

It was weird how he snapped at him. Honestly, ever since we left midtown, Jisung has been a little rougher than usual. Especially with Hyunjin. Remember how long it took to convince him that picking him up was the right thing to do? I feel like every letter I wrote you after we found Hyunjin was about his distaste for him. But I thought we had turned a corner — in fact, they were literally inseparable in midtown. Then we left, and…

Jisung is hiding something. 

There was no reason to push the issue. You know Jisung, once his mind is made up, it’s almost impossible to change. Hyunjin is bunking with me in the master bedroom. He’s a cold sleeper, I’ve learned, often waking up with him huddled by my back. It’s made me miss you even more; how many mornings have I woken up with you attached to my back like a koala? Face buried in my shoulder blade, snores vibrating against it. 

I can’t wait to wake up to that again. To you again. 

The nightmare came a night when I wasn't on guard. I had been sleeping pretty soundly, actually. Hyunjin’s fluffy hair was right in my face, the cotton sheets nice and cool against my bare chest. It had been a while since I slept so well.

Earth shattering screams tore me from that peaceful sleep. Both Hyunjin and I practically jumped from the bed, weapons easily accessible and in hand. Did something get in? Were one of our men hurt? 

Hyunjin’s face went pale when we heard the scream again. He dropped his knife, mumbling the younger man's name before sprinting from the room. 

Jisung was on the bottom bunk, comforter low on his hips. He wasn’t dressed in anything other than sweatpants, the scar on his left rib cage looking more red than usual. Almost irritated, raised. The perfect circle as angry as the cries coming from its owner. 

His nails were scratching at his neck, thrashing in the bed as he cried. Round tears rolling down his cheeks in earnest, voice cracking and turning raw. Whatever was happening behind his eyelids was devastating, all of his fears brightly burning for him. 

“Jisung.” Hyunjin had said, climbing into the tiny bunk with him. His body jerked, trying to resist the hold he was put in. Head cradled to his friend’s chest, he starts to rock. “It’s not real. It’s not real.”

Jeongin came over the walkie. It’s his night on guard. “No breaches at the back. Bin?”

“Front is clear.” Changbin responds quickly, the unasked question obvious to all of us. 

“Clear up top.” I responded, keeping my voice as low as possible. “It’s Jisung.”

No response. None needed. Everyone will keep their post, or try to go back to sleep. Too many hands and it only makes things worse for him. 

Hyunjin is good at soothing him, bringing him out of the nightmare with minimal damage. Softly, he brushes the fluffy hair from his face, keeping a firm rocking motion. Gentle reminders whispered to him; he’s safe, it’s just a dream, it’s not real. I watched him rock my friend for at least five minutes, the screams coming to an end as he started to twitch awake. With a string of fearful whimpers, Jisung’s eyes finally opened and found Hyunjin’s. 

The moment felt like years. Their eyes locked, the tears finding an end as they stared at each other, seemingly lost in the gaze. Hyunjin smiled softly at him, and it looked like Jisung was melting. An immediate peace washing over him, the nightmare so far out of grasp it’s forgettable. 

Then he’s shoving himself out of his arms, cursing and mumbling under his breath to “let him the fuck go”. It was hard to miss the way Hyunjin’s face crumbled, though he quickly composed himself. 

“You had another nightmare.” Hyunjin’s voice is so gentle, though it cracks with an emotion he’s trying to suppress. 

“I know.” Jisung snapped, bringing his knees to his chest as he huddled into the corner. Body pressed against the wall, avoiding his gaze. 

“Do you want to—“

“Can you fucking leave?” He asked, though it didn’t sound convincing. “I want to talk to hyung.”

Hyunjin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. With a nod, he climbed out of the bunk bed, patting my shoulder as he walked past me. When the door shut, I heard him release a shaky gasp. 

I stayed by the door, wanting to give Jisung as much room as I could. He kept his head facing the wall, breaths starting to even out as he worked on grounding himself. In and out, like you taught him. Think of happy thoughts, remind yourself that the world is more than the darkness that consumes you. I watched as his shoulders relaxed, body starting to slump as he found the peace he was looking for. 

“Sit with me?” It was hard to hear, the question whispered into the foundation of the house. I crossed the tiny room, sitting by the ladder leading up to the top bunk. Giving him as much physical space as I could. 

It was silent between us. Our breaths filling the dark room—

Wait. It’s completely dark. When I stood, I could hear his lips part, the start of protests rolling from his tongue. I didn’t walk far, only to the closet. Flicking on the light, I pulled the door open, letting just a sliver of it spill out. 

“Why didn’t you turn this on?” I asked softly, trying to keep my tone steady. I didn’t want him to think I was accusing him, or blaming him for the nightmare. 

Jisung shrugged. “I wanted to try.” He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, rubbing tight circles. “Obviously it didn’t work.”

I returned to my seat. With the light on, it was easy to see what Jisung was doing before he fell asleep. His journal face down on the floor, an uncapped pen right beside it. His favorite book, worn out and damn near falling apart, was tabbed open with a photo of the two of you (remember that beach trip we took last year? When he was home on leave? It’s from when the two of you were building that sandcastle, the polaroid still as clear as the day I took it. It’s one of my favorites) and a sketch of what looked like daisies. Yellow and pink, they cover the page, only broken up by a little signature in the bottom. One we all know too well at this point. 

There was something missing from his pile, something that the picture reminded me of. “Where are your dogtags?”

He seemed tense at that question, sighing as he brought his hands down. “I think I lost them in midtown.”

It didn’t feel like the truth, but there wasn’t any need to press it. I simply nodded, taking the lie for what it was. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

I huffed a laugh. “Don’t apologize for that shit.”

“Sleep is so precious now, I hate taking it from you—“

“Seriously, Sung.” I looked at my friend, who I was surprised was looking at me. When our eyes met, I gave a reassuring smile. “You know we don’t mind.”

Jisung didn’t believe me. He never does when I tell him that. Yet, he nodded, knowing that doubt will never leave him. “It was bad.”

“Sounded like it.” Never push him. That’s what I’ve learned. If he wants to open up, he will. But when it’s so fresh, so heavy in his mind, focusing on the details could drive him mad—

“The Nots.” He said softly, resting his chin on his knees. Not once did his gaze stray from me, wide eyes filling with fresh tears. “They came. Here.”

I will admit, it confused me as to why this upset him so badly. We had seen at least five groups of them by this point, a few even crossing the front gate. They never stayed, always distracted by something in the distance. He had even shot a few. 

Staying in this room was a bad idea. I knew it from the moment we arrived, even though he was insistent. I should have forced him into a different room, made him sleep anywhere else but here. It’s no surprise that the previous owner appeared in his dream, her small body twisted into the horror that we’re too familiar with. 

“It got me thinking.” Jisung started to cry again. “Nots like to stay close to home—“

“No.” I cut the thought off before he could finish it. “You can’t go there, Jisung.”

He knew I was right. But you know him; stubborn as can fucking be, clinging to things with an annoyingly tight grip. As soon as it crossed his mind, there was no way he was letting it go. Instead of arguing, he just nodded. Mumbles something in agreement. It wasn’t going to escape him, and it would be silly for us to pretend it would. 

“Will you sleep in here with me?” He asked. 

I couldn’t help but wince. It didn’t feel right, the idea of resting here. “Why don’t you come to the master bedroom with me? There’s enough room for you, me, and Hyunjin—“

As soon as I mentioned his name, Jisung’s eyes went dark. “No.” He said simply. “I would rather stay here.”

I wanted to tell him no. To go back to the comfortable bed where I could sleep easily, not worrying about being haunted by a life not fully lived. 

“I just don’t want to leave my gun.” Jisung said. “That’s it.”

Another lie. I had no choice but to take it as is. Nodding as I climbed the ladder. 

As far as I know, Jisung didn’t talk about the nightmare with anyone else. The day following was spent with Minho, organizing the weapons in the living room. He sat on the ground, wiping the blood and dirt from barrels of guns. Sweat beaded his forehead, glasses low on his nose. But he laughed, joking with everyone who walked past.

Except Hyunjin. 

I cleaned out the old pantry with Seungmin, still keeping the good food while disposing of the others. “They left in a hurry.” He said as he chunked another fruit cup in the trash. “Something must have happened here.”

They must have recently gone grocery shopping. A lot of snack boxes were untouched, the expiration date still a month or two away. “Can’t blame them.”

“No.” He threw a can of expired condensed milk at the trash can, shooting it like a basketball. Somehow, it made it. “You really can’t.”

That night, Jisung and I took every precaution to avoid a nightmare. The closest door was cracked open, yellow light filling the room. His old radio was tuned to some station that hasn’t been manned since the fall, playing the same jazz songs on repeat. The loop starts again every three hours, but even in the annoyance, it’s enough noise to help him sleep. 

I had barely fallen asleep when he had another nightmare. To the bottom bunk I went, holding my friend and rocking him until he woke up. We did it again the next night, and the next, and the next. Nightmare after nightmare, though the details were always the same. A group of Nots, the smaller one in the back of the group. Vicious and hungry. 

It was the room. It had to be, baby. I’ve been racking my brain for an explaination, because if it isn’t the fucking room, then I don’t know. And not knowing is the scariest part; all of this is so…predictable. 

But these nightmares. They were anything but. 

Jisung couldn’t sleep one night, the impending nightmare driving him mad. He sat by the gun, rereading his book with his feet propped up on the window sill. Or, it looked like he was reading. When I got closer, I saw him tracing the painted flowers with his finger. 

“I’m going to bed.” He snapped the book shut when he realized I was there. “You should, too.”

Jisung pushes his glasses up, nodding as he rubs his eyes. “I’ll try in a bit.” He gave me a weary smile. “Sleep well, okay?”

I didn’t. My eyes didn’t even shut, focused on counting the bumps on the ceiling. I couldn’t allow myself to, not until I knew Jisung was on the bed beneath me, trying to rest despite his fears. You made me promise I would take care of him, and it was an easy one to make. I’m trying my love, even if his stubborn ass makes it incredibly difficult. 

He was mostly quiet in his corner, humming a song or two before falling silent. Every time I glanced at him, his back was to me. Same position as before, thumbing through the book this time. Actually reading. 

My eyes had started to shut when I heard the walkie click. 

“Min.” Hyunjin’s voice cut through. “How’s the back?”

A beat. “Meh.” Seungmin responded. “Per us—ah, fuck.”

“Don’t say it like that.” A whine came from the older man. 

“You’ll see them soon. Mid sized pack, moving quickly.” The walkie cut off, familiar squawks of Nots heard even from my bed upstairs. “Must be hungry.”

The book snapped shut, chair squeaking as Jisung pushed it out. I watched him stand, lean over the scope as he focused outside. 

“Look at those ugly fuckers.” Hyunjin says with a sigh. “There are so—Jesus!”

Click. Hyunjin is gone, his exclamation is enough to make me sit up in bed. Jisung fumbled for the walkie, his hand shaking as he pressed the button. “Stop messing around, Jin.”

“Sung—“ He clicks back immediately, shock heavy in his tone. Is it from hearing Jisung’s voice, or what he saw? “Sorry, that pack just took out a stray.”

I listen to Jisung curse under his breath, annoyed at how the older man frightened him. Made him think we were under siege. He puts his eye back to the scope, and the walkie falls from his hand. 

Then screams. Earth shattering screams. 

Jisung is on the ground, sitting beneath the window with his hands over his ears. Back and forth he rocks, sobbing loudly with his eyes shut. “No, no.” He cries out. “No, no, no, no—“

I don’t have to ask. I don’t even have to look through the scope, but I do anyway. In the back of the pack is a smaller Not. Brown hair, waves breaking the straight pattern.

The worst thing about Nots is if you know who they were, they won’t be hard to spot after the transformation. There goes the little girl whose room we’ve slept in, tailing behind what looks like her parents. 

“Jisung?” Hyunjin cuts through the walkie again. “What’s going on? Answer me.” 

He responds with another scream, kicking the walkie as far from him as he can. The weight of it is weighing down on him, crushing his already fragile being into nothing but dust. His back is hitting the wall, nails in his throat. My friend, almost unrecognizable on the ground next to me. 

“I’m coming up.” Hyunjin says, and I snatch the walkie from the ground. 

“Keep your post.” I said. “I’m with him. If they get close, shoot.”

I don’t hear what Hyunjin said to me. Dropping to a squat in front of my friend, I gently remove his hands from his neck. “Jisung, talk to me.”

“I t-told you.” He says in a broken sob. “I told y-you, I told you—“

“Shh, I know.” I tried my best, really. I think you would be proud of me; everything you taught me about him, how to be the friend he needs in big moments. Though I’m convinced no one could ever be as good as you at this, I think I’m a pretty good third. Or like, fourth or fifth option. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen better.”

He shook his head, hiccuping through his tears. I kept a firm grasp on his wrists, letting him rock as much as he needed to. Tears stung my eyes; it’s kind of a given that watching your friend experience something like this is hard. But rarely do we talk about just how gut wrenching it is. My brave friend, nothing but a shell in my hands. 

“Jisung.” I said his name softly. “We have to do it.”

“No!” He shouted loud enough to make the earth vibrate. “H-hyung, can’t. I c-can’t—“

“Hey, hey.” I grab him, pulling him into a hug. He fought it for a second, pushing at my chest to try to escape, though he eventually caved. The tears were warm against my shoulder, violent sobs muffled. “You don’t have to. I will.”

That’s when his eyes shot open, the fight returning to him. “D-don’t do that to her.” He cried. “She’s just a k-kid—“

Baby. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how I can pretend that this didn’t hurt me. Her pictures were everywhere; in the living room, across the hallways. The bulletin boards held strips of her and her friends. No more than nine or ten. A life barely lived, forced into an existence that she can never escape. 

I cried. Sniffling in Jisung’s ear and swallowing dryly. “It isn’t fair to leave her like this.” I told him, though it was more for myself. Trying to convince both of us it’s the humane thing to do in a society that’s anything but. 

Jisung was limp. Sobbing into my shoulder, mumbling weak pleas. Reconsider. Let her go—

“Seungmin.” Hyunjin’s voice cut through. “How’s the back?”

“Clear. You?”

“Not. They’re approaching.”

It had to be done. I had to let Jisung go, to let him curl into a ball as he covered his ears, awaiting the inevitable. Picking up the walkie, I clicked through. “Changbin, are you awake?”

He didn’t even wait a second. “Yeah.”

“Relieve Hyunjin. Take Minho with you.”

No questions were asked. There was no protest from the ball at my feet, shaking as he quietly sobbed. I waited, the sound of footsteps rushing past the door until the ones I needed found their way inside. 

Hyunjin’s hair was a mess. A headband kept the frizzy locks out of his face. But that isn’t what caught my eye. The tags resting in the center of his chest, the ones we know all too well. 

He moved to Jisung, the younger man letting him pull him close. Carefully, he sat him in his lap, rocking him. Back and forth, back and forth. Whispers of comfort heard even through the hands that clasped his ears. 

When it comes to Jisung’s comfort, you are first. But there’s no doubt that Hyunjin is second. 

Through watery eyes, I look through the scope. The gun is lightweight, easy to maneuver. Bodies of Nots litter the front yard, the ones who haven’t taken a bullet yet clawing at their own. I watched as another was it, terrible squeals released into the night as it twitched to its death. It took me a moment to find her. Behind the gate, lost in the body of an unrecognizable animal. 

After I aimed, I shut my eyes. I don’t know how she died, my love, but I know I’ll never forget how painfully human her cries were. Freshly turned, returning to her home. Nots don’t like to wander far. 

I boarded that room up today. Lock the door and hid the key somewhere no one will ever find it — within our group, or others who seek refuge here. She deserves to rest, and I’ll be damned if anyone disturbs her. 

Jisung requested the sniper be moved to the office. Minho and I worked on it for him. He refused to touch it. It’s been a few days, but I’m the only one who has used it. I don’t know how long it will take him to be comfortable with it again. 

At least he’s finally sleeping. The master bed was big enough for all three of us, though now Hyunjin seems to cling to Jisung. When he wakes, the younger man will shove him away. Though, I’ve caught him pretending to sleep. Enjoying the hold the artist has on him. 

It’s a good home. I think we’ll be here for a while. The guys seem to like it a lot, and the normalcy that’s felt here — well, you don’t need me to explain how valued that is. 

I’m glad to hear all has been going somewhat well for you guys. Felix has been asking nonstop about you. I think he’s a little obsessed with the idea of a ranch. You’ll have to teach him about the horses; he’s been reading up about them since his injury (which has gotten better, by the way. He’s off crutches as of yesterday according to Dr. Kim. Don’t tell him I called him that). The idea of getting to ride one has kept him going. 

We’ve been mapping a route out there, but still have some things to finalize. I don’t want to get your hopes up, so I’ll tell you more when I know more. 

I love you, you know? If it’s possible, this shit has made me love you even more. In the nightmare of this world, you’re like a guiding light. I hope I don’t have to wander much longer to find you.

Stay safe, my love. I’ll be upset if I have to cuddle Hyunjin forever. 

Forever yours,

Chan

[gr00vyminibus]

Headcanon / If you and Jennifer had another child.

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* you both are roughly in your late thirties or early forties :) and Jennifer got a sperm donor.

Warnings: fluff, and some sensual scenes.

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[A/N: is it just me or am I coming across videos that lashana has liked on insta, she seems to really enjoy cute baby videos... 🤰🏿 Btw, I'm kicking out these damn WIP's cause they been living in my drafts rent free for weeks and thats what we not gon do. 😌☝🏿]

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♡ You reassure Jennifer that her stomach is beautiful.

• "most of my clothes don't even fit anymore so I'm just lounging in nightgowns and robes.." you hear Jennifer on the phone with one of her colleague friends as you sit on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

• "Is it wrong for me to feel embarrassed, sonya?" You rip your eyes off the television and hum in shock. Jennifer waves you off and gestures to the phone.

• "Put her on hold real quick."

• "What?"

• You look at her as place your bowl on the glass table, "put her on hold" she obliges and once her attention is fully on you, you grab her hands and ask, "You're embarrassed about your belly?"

• "I-I mean a little.."

• "Why? baby its so beautiful, you wanna see what I see?" She keeps her eyes glued to your eyes as she shrugs with a slight head tilt. You go to raise her gown and reveal her swollen stomach with your precious baby remaing idle inside. You swipe your thumb across her puffy naval and lower down to kiss along the dark vertical line of her stomach.

• She nibbles on her bottom lip as you take your time and caress soothing circles into the sides of her waist. "I personally find it adorable, never be embarrassed or ashamed okay? it's gorgeous.. you're gorgeous."

♡ Everyday Jennifer has a new (and weird) snack craving.

• Jennifer feels your eyes piercing into the side of her head but she doesn't care when she's in the middle of watching a classic comedy.

• You watch as she tastes the spoon of the concoction she made just a few minutes ago, "Baby?" she raises her brows signaling she's listening.

• "what are you eating now?" You find a small smile forming on her lips as she takes another spoon and offers you some, "honey and hot sauce, try it" as hopeful as she sounds you rear back a bit and decline with your sealed lips.

• "Come on, try it. For me?" You gradually loose your resistance in her chocolate truffle eyes, Jennifer relaxes her furrowed her brows when you lean forward and taste some expecting for it to be absolutely horrid.

• But, "wait.. wait." You frown.

♡ Moments where you wish you could switch places with Jennifer because you hate seeing her in pain.

• "Is this helping, my love?" You cuddle her in your matching silk robes while softly massaging her shoulder blades and back. Jennifer occasionally let's out some low whines and short airy moans with a nod of her head.

• "Yeah, can you do this until I fall asleep?" You lean over her side and kiss the shell of her ear. "Of course, you know I wish I could take all this pain from you and harbor it myself just so you can have a good night's rest."

• "Are you insisting that you'd want to carry the child instead?"

• "Yeah?" Jennifer scoffs.

• "You're insane, I'll be fine as long you're around."

♡ You learn that Jennifer's body is getting more sensitive to things over time.

• "I want to wear something different.." you help jennifer take off her blouse with a light frown, she felt the need to change her clothes quite a few times.

• "You could fit into each outfit you tried on, whats the problem?"

• "I don't know, I just– the way it feels is strange." You smell the most recent peice of clothing she's tried on and blankly stare at her, "well their clean so.." She rubs her hand down her arm before scratching her tricep which is suddenly really itchy.

• "What detergent do we use again, darling?" Your back is turned to her as you put the shirt up and browse through her closet for something else.

• "Tide?" you glance back and realize her steady scratching as a light bulb goes off in your head.

• "Oh!"

♡ Kiiicckss!

• while you both followed the pregancy excerise tape a sudden kick occurred in Jennifer's stomach, "oh!" your hold under her stomach almost faltered.

• "I'm sorry baby was I being rough?" She shook her head rapidly and looked back at you.

• "they kicked.." a smile broke out on both of your faces as you gushed over the first moment of live action.

♡ when you come back from an errand Jennifer tends to be very dramatic about your short leave.

• "Baby, I'm home!" You could hear someone stand up from the couch and listened to the quiet thuds of her feet that came one step at a time. She appeared inside the kitchen as you lifted the last bags on the counter and immediately opened your arms.

• Jennifer liked to squeeze you sometimes aswell and you rubbed her back, "I was only gone for thirty minutes, my love."

• "More like thirty hours. What were you doing in that store?"

• "I couldn't help but browse through the baby section and I found these pair of shoes that I thought our baby could wear." Jennifer slowly lets you go as you reach in the bag and take out the shoes to show her.

• "Aww, their so pretty. " she took them into her hands and you smiled before looking at her cast down eyes.

• "Baby are you crying?"

• "No.." her voice wavered.

♡ Jennifer can get jealous sometimes.

• It happens when you both shop for clothes or shoes and she thinks the employee is giving you all sorts of heart eyes.

• "You're too pretty to be frowning, whats wrong?" in which she breathes out a stubborn 'nothing' that makes you say her first name so she can spit it out.

• "Patricia... sure was nice"

• "She's just doing her job baby" you slip on a pair of slippers on her feet while Jennifer raises a brow.

• "When you requested a shade a baby blue, she smirked and said baby blue? You didn't catch that?" A laugh of your own came out a bit louder than usual and you shook your head with sealed lips as Jennifer stared at you incredulously.

• "Let's try on this sundress." You walked through the store to find a changing room with Jennifer following behind you hand in hand. How can she be jealous when you both were literally engaged.

♡ Matilda checks in from time to time.

• "You just have to wait until she picks up" Jennifer's squeezing your hand as she stares at the call icon continuing to ring for her daughter.

• Suddenly the computer stops ringing and Matilda pops up on the camera looking she's doing something.

• "Matilda!" The now grown woman looks at with a smile and waves to the both of you, "Hey mom and mom" You chuckle and see her bringing some of her long brown hair from her face because of the breeze.

• "Where are you headed?"

• "I have to make it to class" she laughs with her creasing blue eyes momentarily darting at the camera.

• "Oh, did we.. call you at a bad time?" Jennifer glances at you, "No no I'm glad you called, how's the baby! from what I see it looks healthy" The brunette beams. Jennifer shuffles to the camera and touches her bare stomach due to her wearing a croptop.

• "It is! I wish you could visit us, sweetheart."

• "I'm hoping that I can come and see you both during December."

• "We're hoping too angel" you smile at her on the other line.

♡ You offer to alleviate the pounds Jennifer is carrying.

• You crept up behind her and whispered something in her ear that she was first confused at until you placed two neatly folded hands under her stomach and gently lifted up. She sighed in relief and thanked you before grabbing some seasons from the cabinet.

• "Can you hold the baby while I cook dinner?"

• "I just-"

• "Thank you darling." fourty-five minutes later.

• "Rotate, lean, to the right please." You sighed and eyed the wooden spoon she held near her lips, "taste this." She offers the spoon to you with her attention still on the steaming pots and you moan at the flavor.

• "Does it need anything?" She knew she could trust your word since you've been tasting spoons before you could walk.

• "Throw in a little more onion powder and you're done."

♡ ultra sounds

• "the gel isn't to cold is it?" Jennifer barely catches the doctors question as she shakes her head and stares back at the monitor. You're beyond happy that you were by her side as the probe circled around her stomach.

• "there she is, and she's looking healthy as usual." The doctor smiled at the both of as you marveled at the embryo shifting slightly in the womb. Jennifer's smile was bright and contagious as she couldn't take her eyes off her beautiful little girl.

• "I'm already in love with her.." she breathes out.

• "I hear you on that one, wait till you finally give birth and get to hold her in your arms. Its one of the best feelings in the world as a mother,"

• "Have you decided on a name?" Jennifer looks at you expectantly as you squeeze your linked hands.

• "Esmerealda."

♡ Jennifer can be absolutely adorable without knowing it, and you don't hesitate on letting her know.

• Today is an extremely lazy day for you both, Jennifer has her back leaned against you from in-between your legs and your playing with her frizzled kinks. Suddenly you're hit with a waft of warm cinnamon roast crunch and Jenny smacks her lips lightly after her yawn.

• You naturally watch her and witness that cute after pout she does with her cheeks, Jennifer feels a sticky kiss land on her cheek. She smiles as you continue peppering them throughout the day, seeing nothing to it. But the kisses travel to her mouth eventually and you can't help but squish her face in your hands as you do.

• "My baby.." Jennifer sighs as she folds a few clothes and tilts her head up for you to hold with your big hands. Her eyes shift closed as you let you the kiss linger a bit longer before parting like you usually do.

• "How many kisses is that?" You would always say not enough and Jennifer would playfully try to shove you away as she told you how much of a distraction you were.

• You put your arms behind your back and feigned being sincere about stopping but a peck couldn't be contained, Jennifer placed the last folded clothes in her hand on the armrest and pulled you by the neck of t-shirt. Guaranteeing that you would no longer be teasing her with a soft slow kiss of her own

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♡ (18+)

♡ There are times when she needs more than kisses.

• you stroke Jennifer's back as she's wrapped around you like a Koala on the couch, your other arm is against the armrest so your able sit up straight and watch the television but gentle kisses to your neck begin to distract you.

• you don't let it fully pull on your mind as you're sure Jennifer will give a bit a nibbles here and there and eventually stop but she doesn't. Her lips press into your skin deeper with desperation. She wants you to give in, do something.

• your eyelids start to slide closed as she sucks with an intention of making bruises, her hands feeling your hair and holding the back of your neck.

• "Mh, what are you doing?"

• "Take a wild guess" she kisses under your chin, making you smirk up at the wheat colored ceiling.

• "But you're on your second last month?"

• "When you had to step out–" Jennifer finally molded your mouths together, "I asked the doctor about it and– he said it was okay just no penetration– and doing positions where I put stress on my spine or stomach." You began changing your seating until she was in your lap ready to be lifted.

• "Okay then, I got something special for you."

♡ < BONUS >♡

• "Am I still attractive to you?" Jennifer asked.

• "Absolutely. Why- as a matter of fact point your insecurities out to me right now."

• "No, that's mortifying" Jennifer chuckles, "it'll make you feel better. Trust me." Jennifer sighed and for a moment you both were staring at eachother before she slowly took one of her hands from the covers and tapped on the apple of her cheeks.

• Next was her chest covered by the bed sheet and a pat to her thighs, "then my stretch marks, back rolls and.. thats about it." You got closer to her and kissed her slightly chubby cheeks before doing the same to every one of her stretch marks. She layed on her back as you included the ones between her thighs and across her waist.

• And she turned one last time so you could peck the ones up her arms and mouth on the whole expanse of her back, making it all the way up to her arching spine. "I'll love you in any way, shape or form. You hear me?"

• she nodded against the pillow until you gently palmed her sensitive breasts, earning an involuntary moan.

• "thought I'd forget about these huh, let me hear you say it. My body is perfect." Your thumb rolling her tender nipple made Jennifer whimper as you transfered to the next one.

• "Uhn, mh~ m-my body's per-fect"

• "Good girl." You stopped toying with her breasts and put a comforting hand on her stomach that she placed her own over.

• "Get some rest baby." She hummed and turned her head to give you firm kiss on the lips before snuggling her back into front of your body.

[kedsandtubesocks]

Here are some Jack Daniels headcanons I have and I am shaking my fist at the sky because I never thought’d I’d get lassoed in by this cowboy yet HERE I AM!!!!

Also this is for Laura @lowlights for being the best/worst influence yeehaw ♡

I have a feeling he is a Scorpio - intense, loyal, literally can hold a grudge forever but also loves deeply

This man is a dork and I stand by that because yes he’s gorgeous and suave and yeah can take down a small army but the minute you answer a trivia question wrong about the empire strikes back he is correcting you, polite as ever because he’s an gentleman, but he still knows the right answer and even talks about how the scene where r2d2 is in the mud water was shot in George Lucas’ unfinished swimming pool

This makes sense when you see his rare and signed Han Solo vintage card in his home office

Also probably has a rare stamp collection he prides himself in and it’s adorable and you giggle so much because he is dorky and you are honored to see this side of him!!

Likes butter pecan ice cream because it’s a southern staple and his grandma loved it too so it reminds him of her

When he wanders away from you at the supermarket he comes back to your side and pretends he doesn’t know you, still tries to flirt with you and be playful while you are there smiling so big the entire time just trying to ask him what type of cereal he wants

Loves a good elegant wine dinner but when you decided to order in take out late one evening instead of going out Jack gets hit with those deep domestic feelings HARD

Once he comes to terms with his first wife’s death I like to believe he has this little dream where she kind of reassures him that their love is forever but he is allowed to heal and let love surround him again and it’s then that he really understands that yes she is and forever will be his first love but you are his forever love and after that he feels reborn

This is even more intensified when he stays over at your place and you have a self care night with relaxing face masks and your favorite treats and the minute you offer to put a face mask on him he’s done for, literally in the bathroom when you’re not looking he’s already browsing his phone for matching robes for you and him

Gets hooked into any series you are watching, he is immediately asking questions about who is who and very sincerely gasps when a big plot twist comes (also is an absolute sucker for a good rom com)

Has no ability to play any type of video game except Mario kart which he takes seriously too and he always picks Mario because “he’s a classic honey, can’t got wrong with a classic” and you joke about how boring that pick is until he kicks your ass on rainbow road

Loves to help people on airplanes move their luggage up into the overhead bins, he’s also that guy who can make conversation in line with almost anyone even at the DMV

You learn he almost domesticated a raccoon when he was a boy

Jack also loves a good museum date and can be super insightful but also a bit silly and he makes funny faces at paintings or statues to make you laugh

Big fan of 90’s country and specifically I see him as a Brooks & Dunn man cause he for SURE serenades you with their song ‘Brand New Man’ multiple times

also is probably a Willie Nelson fan and has a framed photo of when he met the country singer himself and Jack proudly tells the story of how they met any time someone comes over and the moment he decides he’s gonna marry you is when you jokingly prove you can repeat the story word for word

His dream is to one day meet Dolly Parton

LOVES to cuddle!!!

Loves dogs of course but when you care for a scared kitten you find under his truck on a rainy night Jack becomes a complete cat dad and even gets the cat a small little cowboy hat that makes him bust out laughing every time the cat wears it

Is a sucker for candles

Isn’t much of a beach guy but would sit in a lazy river for hours

Once you say yes to his proposal he carves your initials with his into a tree on his family’s property and on the day you get married of course shows it to you (you can’t help but cry of course and he does too)

He finds a left over empty bag or wrapper of your favorite snack in his suitcase when he’s on an away mission and calls you crying a bit drunk because he misses you and thinks you left that for him as a reminder that you’re always with him and you’re like ‘no baby that just means we need to clean our suitcases better’

Gets his wedding ring with your birthstone in it