#i just woke up from a nap and immediately burst into tears upon seeing the ytbrs hugging all the animatronics AGHHHHH

[viarayy01-blog]

IT SHOULDVE BEEN ME

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Big James | One Miracle After The Other | Romantic

Requested: Yes

On his way back from the Decapolis and walking on air because of the incredible miracle Jesus has just performed, Big James is surprised to find out you’re in labour.

Leaning against the doorframe of the home of your parents-in-law, you take a moment to gather yourself. Sweat beads on your forehead as you try to catch your breath, but it is fruitless when another burst of pain shunts through your lower abdomen, your legs nearly giving out underneath you.

With a hand under your bulging stomach, you slam your fist against the door to your best ability. A tad miffed, Zebedee yanks it open, already preparing to chastise whoever is making such a fuss, but when he sees it is you, his face immediately softens.

“(Y/n)!” he breathes before turning over his shoulder, calling out to his wife: “Salome! Come quickly!” 

You don’t have to say a word and Zebedee just grabs your elbow to lead you inside the homestead, a cry of agony tearing itself from your lips when you stumble into a chair. Quickly throwing a robe over her shoulders against the cold, Salome appears in the doorway between their bedroom and the kitchen, and she lets out a gasp. 

“Oh, (Y/n), my love! Are you— Oh, what am I asking, it’s obvious…” 

You slump against the chair and let out a pained sound, attempting to steady your footing. “It’s– It’s so painful…!” you whimper, “I can’t do this!”

“But you can.” Salome reassures you, rushing over to your side and cupping your face in her hands to have you look at her. “Okay, (Y/n), look at me. Keep breathing calmly, okay? Zebedee, get a bucket of water going on the fire, fetch me some rags and finally the doctor. (Y/n), breathe with me. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Easy…” 

Your father-in-law wastes no time in starting a fire so that he can heat up water and in the meantime he grabs as many clean rags as he can find whilst you keep your gaze fixated upon Salome, your lips trembling in fear and discomfort. 

“Love, I need you to be very clear with me, okay?”

You nod in understanding. 

“For how long have you had contractions?”

“I-I just woke up from a nap.” you whimper, “They… They had already started yesterday… But now they’re worse… With less and shorter intervals…” Your speech is laboured as you huff your way through the words, the sound of your pain audible.

Worry shimmers in the tears that sit on the brims of your eyes and you let them fall as Salome calls for Zebedee to hurry, and she clicks her tongue in worry. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Come, come to our bed. You need to be comfortable.”

Zebedee doesn’t even protest it when Salome supports you, leading you towards their bedroom, where you plop into the mattress with reckless abandon, legs unable to carry you any further. Your mother-in-law rearranges the pillows so that you are comfortable enough against the headboard whilst Zebedee rushes out to fetch the doctor. 

“Where is James?” Salome gasps all of a sudden, as if she had only just become aware of the absence of her older son. 

You whimper whilst attempting to catch your breath, sweat trickling down your brow. 

“He’s— He was headed for… For the Decapolis… With Jesus–”

“The Decapolis?!” Salome cries out, “Of all places where James can go, even whilst his wife is nearly ready to give birth, he goes to the most dangerous–” Her voice hitches and she clasps a hand over her mouth, but you give her a reassuring smile.

Putting a hand on her arm, you take a deep breath. “It’s okay, James is with Jesus. He’ll be fine.”

Salome thickly gulps and gives you a slightly more convinced look. “Even though I am of the opinion that he should be here with you right now, I trust Jesus with his life. I’ll be with you through it all, and…” 

The door swings open again and your father-in-law enters the home with a physician in tow, who has brought a female assistant to help you out. Salome sharply turns to her husband. “Okay, good, shalom shalom. Zebedee, I need you to go out to find James. He went towards the Decapolis.”

“He went where?!”

Salome waves it off. “Long story, but what is important is that (Y/n) is having their baby and needs him now!” 

“But the Decapolis could be days off if I’m unlucky!”

You let out a yelp when another contraction shunts through your lower abdomen and, concerned, Salome leans towards you. The doctor’s assistant dabs a wet cloth against your forehead and instructs you to breathe easy, but that is easier said than done.

“Find a way, Zeb. Why don’t you see if you can borrow the horse of our neighbours at the end of the street? Whatever you do, please hurry!” 

Zebedee determinedly nods. “Yes,” he says, “I’ll find a way. Stay strong, (Y/n), Adonai be with you.”

You give him a grateful shadow of a smile before another wave of pain hits, and Zebedee runs out, hoping to find his older son soon.

_  

Walking on air from the previous events, James slowly strolls towards Capernaum with his brother and a few other friends in tow. Jesus and some others are trailing somewhat behind, so the group decides to wait for a while. James folds his hands behind his head and deeply inhales to stretch his sore limbs, grinning from ear to ear whilst stretching

“Oh, that was just amazing, wasn’t it?” John breathes, “Multitudes…” 

James hums in acknowledgement. “I can barely believe it myself – I mean, we have seen so many things, and He keeps surprising us over and over again!” 

Philip agrees to this: “Yes, He never ceases in His goodness.”

“I can’t wait to tell abba and the women,” James muses, turning to his brother. “Can you imagine the look on (Y/n)’s face?” A dreamy grin tugs at his lips, “I can already see her sparkling eyes as she listens in amazement– Oi!” He grabs the back of his head when John flicks it rather painfully.

“You’re swooning again, James.” 

James snorts in amusement. “You’re just jealous that you haven’t gotten yourself a wife yet…”

John’s face falls into a deep frown as his gaze settles upon the distance, and James clicks his tongue. “I’m sorry little brother, I only meant it in good humour. You’ll certainly find someone to marry some day and—”

“Is that abba?” 

Following John’s gaze, the older son of Zebedee turns to the horizon, where a cloud of dust blurs the air. A man on a horse hurries their way, and the closer he gets, the more convinced John becomes that it is indeed their father. 

“What… Why would he come here in such a hurry?” Philip queries. The others slowly start catching up to them, Simon Peter’s brow furrowing at the sudden presence of the fisherman. 

“What is Zeb doing here?”

Zebedee pulls the horse to a halt and allows it to pant loudly for a few moments, the poor animal in need of oxygen. 

James and John approach their father, who is equally out of breath, coughing the dust from his lungs a few times. He mutters something unintelligible and points back where he came from, whilst John puts a hand on his leg. “Abba, calm down.”

Zebedee takes a moment to catch his composure, putting a hand on his chest whilst the others gather around him. “(Y/n),” he manages to get out, “Is in labour.”

Your husband feels his face become as pale as a sheet as panic surges inside his chest. “What?!” he exclaims as the others worriedly begin muttering amongst themselves, John’s grip firm on his shoulder, “Since when– I–I need to go to her, I–”

Hopping off the horse, Zebedee pats its neck firmly before handing the bridle to his older son. “You take this with you, now.” he instructs, “Just hitch her near a water source in the shade outside of the city, one of the boys can tend to her once we arrive back home.” Simon immediately nods, ushering his fellow fisherman to mount the steed. 

“Go to her,” he says, “Your wife is waiting for you.”

James nods nervously, his heart racing inside his chest, and he climbs onto the horse rather ungracefully before turning to his friends. For a moment, he looks at Jesus, Who kindly smiles at him.

With a gentle nod, Jesus tells him to go. “I will be praying for you both, and for the baby,” Jesus states, “We will see you soon, okay? Stay safe.”

Exhaling shakily, James lets out a sound of acknowledgement before he pushes his heels into the sides of the mare, bringing her into a steady canter that soon evolves into a full gallop. Ignoring the burn of sand in his throat as he squints against the dust, James has never travelled this fast before. 

His mind is clouded with thoughts of how you would be doing right now, how much pain you must be going through, and how guilty he feels for being so far away now that the time is finally there.

He should have known better, he thinks to himself, than to leave his wife who was on the edge of giving birth behind whilst he ran after Jesus on a dangerous mission.

With a knot of worry in his gut, he goes as fast as the horse can carry him.

_ 

The smell that hangs in the room is sickly sweet with a heavy undertone of iron. Salome is trying her very best to make you as comfortable as can be considering the circumstances, sweeping a wet cloth over your forehead and under your chin. Eden stands on your other side, holding your hand and shushing you slightly, and although it is not truly working, you appreciate her company and attempts to reassure you that everything will be alright. 

“Nearly wide enough to start pushing.” the assistant of the doctor says with a respectable bow once she ducks back from between your legs with an instrument that measures how far along you are, “It won’t be long now.” 

Swallowing thickly, you send a pleading look in Eden’s direction. “Please,” you whisper, “Please tell me that James is near.”

Apologetically, Eden shrugs and gives you a tight-lipped smile. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where he is right now.” 

You huff in tandem with your contractions before you sharply inhale. “How could he leave me?” you whimper, “I–I mean, of-of-of course I understand, but…” Frustrated, you gesture at your belly, which has started to move lower now that the baby is preparing to be born. With your feet propped up against the bed, trying to gain some leverage, you arch your back and lean on your elbows, uncomfortable. 

“Lay down for as long as you can,” Salome explains, “Please, (Y/n). You will need all that strength soon, dear.”

You meekly plop back against the mattress and whimper in pain, gritting your teeth as a particularly painful contraction renders you almost paralysed, and the sound that leaves your throat is one that you had never realised a human being could make. 

“He will be here sooner or later, (Y/n),” Eden whispers, tucking a few strands of (h/c) hair away from your clammy forehead, “He loves you and your child so much, he will be here soon, and if not now, then he will not be far off, either. Knowing him, he is probably panicking slightly right now, going as fast as he can, hm?”

You give her a watery smile and feel tears build in the corners of your eyes. “I— Agh, it hurts so much!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Salome comforts you, “And it’s okay. Scream as much as you need. Here, drink some water.” She lifts a clay cup of water to your lips and you greedily gulp from it, a small trickle leaking down your chin. 

You nearly choke on it, however, for an intense burst of agony nearly splits your nether regions in half, and the doctor orders his assistant to your legs, and she lets out a small noise of warning, “It’s time, it’s definitely time.” 

Salome quickly puts down the cup to hold your hand and support you whilst Eden lets you squeeze her into mush, your teeth nearly shattering at how hard you are clenching them. The physician presses down on your belly, a cry of misery leaving your lips, and you try to follow Salome’s breathing instructions as the assistant tells you: “Push!” 

You can hear your own blood rush inside your ears, all other noises blocked out by how much force you are putting on it. 

You scream, and push, and push. 

James, sprinting as fast as he can, freezes in his tracks at the sound of your muffled howls from the other side of the street, his heart skipping several beats in fear. Just as quickly as it had taken him aback, he speeds towards the house of his parents. 

Without knocking, he burst inside, out of breath yet immediately focused on finding you. He beelines for the bedroom and appears from behind the curtain. Wordlessly, Salome steps aside so that he can take your place, and you barely register that he is here until his face appears in your field of view, and a pained moan tears itself from your lungs. 

“I’m here, darling,” James whispers, “I’m so sorry. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” You squeeze his hand and look at him with a trembling bottom lip.

“I can see the head! Push! Three more times, you can do it!” 

And so you do. You must look like a mess right now, you’re fully aware of that. Bathing in sweat and blood, looking miserable, with saliva running down your face as you go through the most immense pain you have ever been through. Still, James watches you with adoration, not minding any of it. 

“Push!” And you push again. 

You feel like you’re being torn apart, but you keep on going. One final push, and then, sudden relief as the baby slides out of you. A few long seconds pass, until a loud cry fills the room, and tears of joy cloud your vision. 

“It’s a boy!”

The doctor puts the baby on your breast and you don’t care that she stains your tunic, and even though she wriggles in discomfort, missing the warmth of her previous warm and safe location, you can’t stop smiling. James puts his forehead against yours and kisses your temple, unable to stop his own tears. 

“Oh, darling,” he whispers, “Our daughter… What a beautiful girl. You did so well, (Y/n), I am so proud of you.”

You beam, incapable of taking your eyes off your daughter, not even noticing the physician patching you up. Salome is glowing with joy, too, quickly rushing around the house to make sure that things are in order to clean you up. Eden soon joins her to give you two some space.

“James,” you whisper exhaustedly, “This is the best day of my life.”

“And of mine, too,” he replies, “I’m so happy, words cannot even begin to explain it.”

Much to your dismay, the babe is taken away for a few minutes to check her vitals, but it gives you some space to freshen up with the help of your husband, your body still weak and fragile, and soon, you are wearing a clean tunic and get your daughter returned to you, taking her into your arms carefully.

Besotted, the two of you watch her as Salome educates you on how to get her to latch, and once she is drinking, both you and James enjoy a few minutes of relative privacy as the two women clean up the house. “We should really get your parents a new mattress as soon as possible, for this is too nasty,” you murmur tiredly as you sit nestled in the crook of James’ arm as his eyes look at the baby greedily drinking from your breast, her eyes the same colour as his, with some tufts of dark hair already growing on her head. 

“Hm, don’t worry about it, now.” he whispers. “Now we just relish this moment. The start of our family.”

“Yes,” you muse, looking up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” James replies, and he has just brushed his lips against yours when the door slams open again, revealing a worried Zebedee with John right behind him who head for the bedroom right away to see you. Luckily, the piece of fabric that covers part of your breast as you nurse your baby makes it so that neither of them gets an eyeful.

The moment his gaze settles on his granddaughter, a gigantic grin spreads over his features. 

“Oh, praise Adonai! A beautiful grandchild, we are so blessed!”

Both your father- and brother-in-law enter the space, and with a soft kiss to your cheek, James parts from you so that you can cover up again. Then, Zebedee and Salome slowly approach you, finally able to gaze upon their descendant, frail and vulnerable yet so adorable. 

“You’re an uncle now, John,” Zebedee tells his younger son, “And you’re a father, James! Ha! I can’t believe we live to see the day!”

Salome gently punches his chest and laughs lightly. “We’re not old and senile yet, Zeb.”

“Praise Adonai that we aren’t.” he quips. 

A brief silence falls over the bunch of you until James is the first one to break it, his fingers resting on the small of your back. 

“Although we’d love to stay longer and we’re sure that you want to meet our little one, (Y/n) must be exhausted. Please, can we rest for a while?”

Salome nods in agreement. “Of course. Stay here for as long as you want. I will prepare a clean bed for (Y/n) and the baby and then clean up this one.”

“Thank you,” you tell her, “For everything. You too, Zeb.”

“Anything for our family.” Zebedee remarks, and a fond look comes over him whilst his wife starts to rummage around the guest room to prepare you a spot. 

Drained, you watch your little one as you hand her over to James, who holds her carefully, as if she would break at the slightest touch. You silently thank God in your mind for this wonderful gift, and you cannot wait to present her to the Lord in the temple soon.

[steam-powered-chaos]

Chapter 2 (Faded Heart)

”Oh they’re so sweet…” Zoisite fawned, as she healed the cuts covering Violet’s legs and feet as they lay unconscious on the kitchen table. “Did you cut them?” She gave Nephrite an accusatory glare, as he paced back and forth at the sight of the intruder. He paused briefly, only to shake their head, before continuing to pace. Jadeite had decided to nap on a chair, having deemed teleporting back home not an option with such low energy, and Nephrite’s coat being used as a makeshift blanket to cover him softly. Violet stirred for a moment, but stayed passed out, a bruise forming in the back of the head where they had been hit. “Well, Nephrite, I think you should get rid of the mortal.” Kunzite gave him a cold look, although his eyes had some kind of kindness in them, thinking this was the best way to proceed in the situation, despite Nephrite’s clear discomfort at the implication of his brother’s simple, clear, statement.

“Well I think they should be punished for allowing something so weak to slip past his defences and into his own home! And for waking us all up at this hour.” Zoisite teased, Nephrite hissing at her in response sulkily. “That’s a good idea Zoisite,” Kunzite nodded slightly, considering the punishment, “…You can take care of the mortal, especially with that look you’re giving them.” He immediately began bristling, wiping the small smile Nephrite had on his face upon looking at Violet properly, and the air seemed to crackle with electricity, causing Jadeite to wake with a start. The sudden jolt of the table consequently woke Violet, who scrambled into a fetal position as they stared at the villains with a wide, terrified eyes, looking on the verge of bursting into tears on the spot. Violet was immediately scooped up by Zoisite, and shoved into Nephrite’s arms, where he automatically seemed to curl his arms around them as they trembled in fear. Zoisite cooed at the two of them, in a mixture of mocking and genuine reaction to the sight of Nephrite’s soft embrace around Violet’s stick-thin body, as they steadily began to realise the extent of their situation.

“Awww, you see! They fit right in with you Nephrite, your little pet mortal!” Zoisite couldn’t contain her laughter at this point, before Violet seemed to snap, finally pulling themselves together enough to lunge at Nephrite, pulling at his hair and snarling as the villain shrieked in shock. They pummelled his chest with their fists, barely leaving a mark, as he finally grabbed them by the scruff of their shirt, prying Violet off of them and snatching his jacket, smothering them under it in a desperate attempt to calm the squirming teenager down. After a while, Violet stopped thrashing so violently, exhausting themselves, and Nephrite slowly lifted his jacket off, looking at the shredded sleeve with dismay. “We’ll leave you two to it!” Zoisite chirped, grabbing Jadeite’s shoulder and teleporting with him, Kunzite watching for just a moment longer before it disappeared alongside the others. Nephrite hauled Violet up, sitting them down at the table and turning away from them and rootling around in the cupboards and fridge, giving them occasional backward glances as he shoved an instant meal into the microwave.

Violet stayed silent, not daring to move in case Nephrite decided to finish them off, as their muscles ached from running. He silently placed the now cooked meal in front of them, backing up into the hallway to gather his thoughts and properly examine the damage done to his jacket, that had almost lost its sleeve from their struggling. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, walking back into the kitchen and pausing upon seeing Violet with their head on the table, a cleared plate in front of them, and softly snoring, to which he scooped them up with care, carrying them upstairs and putting them in an abandoned cot in a room just along the hall from his own bedroom, before walking back to his room, sitting on his bed in silence and looking up at the ceiling.

“Gods… what have I gotten myself into?”

[fandomsonrequests]

dad!ateez: their dad instincts kick in

inspired by @latte-fairytaekwoon​ (thanks i have massive baby fever now :’] ) and those videos where parents bust out into ninja mode when their baby is about to fall or run into something

hongjoong:

“Okay buddy, just sit there while daddy works okay?” Hongjoong tells his eight-month-old son who was sitting across him on the soft couch of the producing room. His son only babbles happily, making his father smile. 

Hongjoong shakes his head in amusement and turns back towards his computer where he started working on his music. The first few minutes, he would occasionally look over to his son just to make sure he hadn’t wandered off or touch anything. And every time he sees him just playing with the toys that surround him. So far so good. 

But it didn’t take long for the little guy to become bored and for Hongjoong to become so immersed in his work. While he was busy, tapping away and finding some samples to use, his son started to stand. The baby held onto the back of the couch, walking towards the edge where he bounces up and down, his feet dangerously close to the edge. One wrong misstep and he would go tumbling off the side. 

Fortunately, at that moment, Hongjoong’s father instincts kicked in. Something just tickled in the back of his head to check his baby. And a good thing he did because the minute he turned, his baby slipped off the edge of the couch. The man immediately launched off his chair and grabbed his son by the arm, pulling him towards his chest and rolling back onto the couch.

The baby was stunned into silence, not comprehending what had happened before laughing and patting his father’s face. Hongjoong felt his heartbeat rapidly, a sigh of relief escaping him. He kissed the baby’s little palm and brought him over to his chair where he sat him onto his lap. 

“Maybe it’s best you watch daddy work.”

seonghwa:

“That’s it Hyonjin! Keep it up!” You encourage your four-year-old daughter from behind the camera.

It was her first time riding a trike so obviously, your husband, being the helicopter father he was, asked you to document the whole thing. Speaking of which, Seonghwa was right behind your daughter, jogging a little as Hyonjin speeds down the road. 

“There you go, angel! You’re doing great!” He cheered on. 

The little girl just giggles and pedals faster. But due thanks to the laws of physics, she was moving too fast— much too fast. And she didn’t see the mailbox on the side of the road that she was about to crash into. Luckily for you, Seonghwa started sprinting towards her, his arms outstretched. 

“Seonghwa—“ You call out to your husband when you realize what was about to happen.

And by the grace of a miracle, he grabbed Hyonjin by the waist, lifting her out of the tricycle right as it crashed into the mailbox. Your daughter who was blissfully unaware of what had happened just smiled down at your dad. But all color had drained from both parents’ faces, adrenaline rushing through you.

“Daddy! Did you see it? I was going so fast!” Your little girl says to her father, shaking her dad’s arms. 

Your husband smiles weakly but no less bright. “Yes you did angel, but I think you should slow it down a little.” 

yunho :

Eun-jung, your little six-year-old baby girl, squeals as she goes back and forth on the spring rider. You watch from the side with your newly born son in your arms. You, Yunho, and your two little rascals decided it would be fun to have a picnic at the public field nearby. You were just lucky there was a small playground built there.

Your husband laughs along with your little girl as he pulled her back on the spring rider. It was nice to see that he was having just as much fun as his daughter, their energies fueling each other. 

Eun-jung started to rock the rider a little, making it go back and forth a little more violently. Yunho grows a little more apprehensive at the rate she was going but lets her keep going- he didn’t want to ruin her fun after all. And that proved to be a good decision because the moment the spring rider tipped backward, the little girl loses her grip and falls off. 

You yell out to Yunho, your own instincts kicking in, but he was already moving. He held his arms out and caught her by the waist. The force from your daughter being practically thrown off practically sent the two tumbling to the ground. Yunho’s ninja mode flips on and he turns so that he lands on his back instead of falling forward, to avoid crushing his baby girl underneath his weight. 

When he realizes what happened, his eyes widened in excitement. “Aha! I told you bubba, your dad has Spiderman reflexes!” He teases his daughter. 

You roll your eyes in amusement but maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. 

yeosang:

“Doyun, stop moving. Your father is asleep.” You warn your son who was bouncing on his spot on the couch, Yeosang’s head being right beside your son on the couch. 

“Sorry,” He apologizes before returning your attention back to the television. The whole family, apart from Yeosang who was out like a light from working all day, decided to watch a film before heading to bed. Your younger son, Ji-ho, was sat on your lap while your youngest, Haneul, was sat beside you. 

Haneul was only a few months old but could already sit up. Her attention was turned from the television though, instead, focusing on the little insect that managed to crawl into your home. It was slowly making its way across the floor. And Haneul, seeing it skittle away, thought it was a good idea to follow it.

She scoots forward on the couch and fell off the edge. Your hand shot out when you saw her move to the corner of your eye but Yeosang was faster.

Yeosang magically woke up from his nap and his arm just moved on its own accord, pinning the baby to the couch. You grab her legs and gently lay her to the floor while your sons watch in amazement at what had happened. 

“Oh my God dad-” Ji-ho cheers. “That was so cool!”

Yeosang couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to pull Haneul and rest her upon his chest. “Thank you, kiddo. But that’s one of the reasons why they married me.” He sends a wink towards you, making you blush. 

“Just watch the dang movie, Kang.”

san: 

“Okay Nari, just let it out,” San cooes to his baby girl, her tiny body laying on his shoulder as he gently pats her back. He had just finished feeding her milk in the kitchen and it was now time for her to burp it out. 

He rocks her back and forth, traveling to the living room where your two-year-old daughter was watching the television. You were away on a business trip, leaving San in charge of taking care of your two little angels. Sooyun turned from her spot on the couch when she saw her dad approaching and smiled, reaching out to him.

“Dada!” She cooed and made grabby hands.

“Hey Yoonie, what are you watching?” He asks her as goes over, standing by the couch. 

“Pororo!” She answered and copied the cute penguin, making her father chuckle. She sees her baby sister in her dad’s arms and reached out to make grabby hands again. “Daddy hold please!” 

San smiles apologetically at her and shook his head. “Not now baby, Nari needs to burp-burp before you can hold her.” 

But the little girl wasn’t having it. She whines and reaches out again, leaning over the side of the couch and reaching up. San turned his torso away and kept telling her no. And in a last attempt to grab her sister, Sooyun jumped up over the side, making her fall over. San’s parental mode kicks in and he sticks his foot out, cushioning her head as she fell to the floor. 

“You okay?” He asks her and she nods her head. “Let’s keep this secret between us? Okay Sooyun?”

“Okay daddy.” 

mingi:

“Song Mingi be careful with Young-soo,” You warn as you recline back on the couch. You were suffering a sore back that day, so you were resting with a warm compress on your back. “That yoga ball you’re bouncing him on is old. It could pop.”

“Don’t worry baby, I have ninja instincts. He’ll be safe.” Mingi assures you as he bounces his son on the ball, making him release a joyous giggle. 

Young-soo squeals in delight as his father turns him around and maneuvers him so that he’s able to do a few front and backflips. Your husband laughs his deep but warm laugh when Young-soo poses like a character in a fighting game. And for a while, you decide that maybe it’s best to let them be. 

But just as you predicted- the ball bursts in midjump. You felt time slow down when you see the rubber fly everywhere, immediately straightening up despite the pain that shot up your spine. Mingi’s large arms grabbed at his son, pulling him up before his face could hit the floor. 

Young-soo starts crying from the loud noise and your husband hurriedly hushes him. “Don’t cry little guy, daddy’s here.” He says and wipes the boy’s tears. It doesn’t take long for Young-soo to calm down. Mingi faces you, a sheepish smile on his face when he sees your unamused expression. 

“Heh, told you,” He stammers. “Ninja instincts.”

wooyoung: 

Wooyoung looks into the pot full of mashed rice and banana pudding with milk- or in other words: baby food. He stirs the pudding, lowering the heat before looking over to his son who was sat patiently in his high chair. He played with his little rattle, keeping himself entertained with the object.

Wooyoung smiles at himself, proud that your little one was well behaved. He had definitely gotten it from you- or at least that what some of his friends and family say. He was left in charge of the house for the day as you were out at your older son’s kindergarten to pick him up.

“Your dad’s almost finished with the best baby food ever,” Wooyoung says proudly and turns off the heat from the pot. As he was busy transferring the pudding to the baby bowl and cleaned up his area as he waited for it to cool, his son starts to rock the chair, growing bored with the rattle.

The high chair slowly gains momentum, tipping over from side to side. Hearing the sudden racket, Wooyoung looks over to the baby, eyes widening at what he saw. He practically leaps over the counter as the high chair tipped over to the left, falling in that direction. 

Before it hits the ground, Wooyoung had slid over, dropping down to his knees and stabilizing the high chair. His son just looks curiously at his father, laughing happily and bonking his father over the head with his rattle.

“Okay, maybe you aren’t as well-behaved as I thought.” Wooyoung winces before chuckling to himself. “Now you got that from me.”

jongho: 

You and your husband Jongho thought it would be a good time to have a vacation at the beach with your twins. The beach resort you had booked had some beach activities for visitors to do- banana boat riding, speedboating, snorkeling, beach volleyball, you name it. It just so happened that one of the activities was ATV riding. 

And of course, your kids knew how well their dad was at driving the thing. So they asked if they could ride one themselves. Your twins were nine-years-old, so you and Jongho didn’t see any problem with letting them ride an ATV by themselves. Of course, he was going to supervise them but he’d rather they learn on their own.

“Alright Young-min, hold onto your sister,” He instructs them while you film from the side, a grin present. “Young-soon, remember this is the break and this makes you accelerate- BUT be easy on the acceleration, gently squeeze it- not press down on it, or else you and your brother will speed away.”

“Yes dad,” The two respond in unison through their helmets. Young-soon seemed so excited though as she was practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Okay kiddos, let her rip,” Jongho says as he steps away. 

The ATV slowly moves forward at a pace that allowed you and your husband to walk alongside it. They slowly gain speed but it was nothing that made you run after them. But your daughter, being so overwhelmed with adrenaline, accidentally squeezed the acceleration too hard, making them zoom forward.

“Whoa- whoa slow down!” You call out to them. 

Jongho’s paternal instincts kicked in and he automatically latched onto the metal part that jutted out of the back of the ATV, clutching onto it for dear life in an attempt to slow down the bike. Before they could crash into the changing shed nearby, he snatches the two up in one arm and pulled them off. The bike breaks to a stop, leaving you jogging up to the three. 

“I can’t believe I caught that in film.” You breathe in disbelief, making your twins look to you excitedly. 

“Can we see???” 

[cuinnamonbun]

Hi again! I got another HC idea. 😌

How would the brothers + angels react to a laidback Muslim MC whose also really violent? Like their mood switch flips instantly lmao

Aye, wassup friend! Regarding your ask, at this point you’re just describing ME lmao, somedays I really do just wake up and choose violence 😭 aite let’s do this 😎

The Demon Brothers + Angels Reacting to a Laidback Muslim!MC Turning Violent

Lucifer

At first this man loves MC and the amount of calm and composure that they have

Though he finds it irritating when he’s threatening them and they would just look up at him with the most dull expression on their face (like seriously human, you should be SCARED)

But still, with how chaotic his brothers are, he appreciates a collected and peaceful demeanour whenever he finds it and MC is breath of fresh air even if he won’t admit it

Silence with them always felt comforting and never awkward

One day, he noticed that MC was rather tense and rigid and had asked them if they were fine to which they replied yes through gritted teeth

Sensing that perhaps they were not in the best of moods, he let them go only to hear them politely ask Mammon to get out of their room

Of course our resident dumbass (affectionate) refused in an attempt to tease them, only to be YEETED from the room and into the hallway where Lucifer was standing with a bewildered look on his face

MC was standing by the door with a dark look in their eyes and the most sinister looking scowl that could rival Satan’s before they slammed the door shut in their faces

When he finally got over his shock, he would be extremely, extremely enthused

He will now spend his free time trying to rile up MC just so he can see them lose their temper again

He couldn’t help himself. He knew that Islam emphasises heavily on the virtues of patience as a sign of piety and so he just assumes that MC would just,,,,never yield to anything

This is when he realises he has a corruption kink ok sorry not sorry

May or may not pop a boner if/when he succeeds and they blow up (not literally) in his face

Mammon

He adores this human. Partly because he’s head over heels in love with them he hardly has anyone to drag with him along with his schemes and this human just seems to be down for anything, and mostly because they’re always so coolheaded

It allows him to pull off his plans without a hitch because MC’s composure allows them to be able to think up a quick solution whenever the two of them inevitably face a brick wall during one of Mammon’s schemes

With them around, Mammon would be 15% richer than he would be if he went alone so he’s keeping them around thank u very much

The first time he witnessed them turn violent is when the two of them were hanging out in his room when Levi bursted in, screaming his head off about how Mammon stole his wallet (he didn’t) and that the limited edition Ruri-chan collection was dropping soon in 24 hours and yada yada yada

And when he found out that Mammon didn’t, in fact, steal it, Levi wouldn’t apologise, oh no no no no. Rather, he would proceed to insult and degrade his brother until MC finally have had enough and went. off.

Seriously, the two demons were so shocked that the usually chill human was now on their feet and threatening to ‘deck Levi over the head WWE style if he didn’t quit it with the insults’ that the two brothers just stopped arguing

If Mammon weren’t so astounded, he would’ve found the whole thing hilarious because here is one of the rulers of Hell, turning white as a sheet as he is being cussed out by a small, furious human

After their long-winded (and frankly terrifying) speech that were riddled with not-so-subtle threats, Levi mumbled an apology and quickly shuffled out of the room with his tail between his legs and MC just plopped back down on his couch with their usual dull expression back on their face as if they didn’t just go on a tirade just seconds prior

Mammon’s love for the MC increased tenfold right then and there

Leviathan

Oh, you’re really quiet and laidback? Cool.

He doesn’t really care about it but he does enjoy having them around during his gaming sessions or when he needs a buddy to watch anime with him because they’re the only ones who would listen to him prattle on about theories and endings whilst enjoying the game/anime

He also vents to them A LOT and is the first person he seeks whenever he’s annoyed or frustrated by his brothers

He was heading over to the living room for movie night with his brothers and MC when he found his brothers all bickering with one another (no shocker there) and MC sitting on the couch reading a hard cover book

Of course, once they saw him enter, he was immediately dragged into the argument about which movie they were gonna watch

Now as the otaku of the family, Levi’s pretty very vocal and highly opinionated about the type of film they should watch for movie night and he dislikes it whenever someone would argue with him on his choice of film

So when Satan told him to his face that his movie selection sucked and he should just leave his input out, Levi would be so, so, SO offended and upset which was evident from his expression alone

Before he could defend himself though, a book suddenly went hurtling through the air and hit Satan right in the middle of his forehead like a bullseye

At first Satan was FURIOUS but it quickly died down when all the brothers finally realised where the book had come from: MC’s direction

They all turned to see an irritated look on their usually placid face and dominant arm raised as if they’d just thrown a shot put

“Oops. My hand slipped,” they said monotonously before sauntering away from the now-quiet living room

Levi is now cautious of accidentally angering MC, but he can’t help that moe feeling that MC actually threw that book in his defense

Satan

As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan is extremely attuned to people’s rage and MC is no different

He was honestly the only one out of his brothers who wouldn’t be surprised if one day MC woke up and chose violence

I mean, he usually keeps his wrath under wraps, hiding it well with an easy smile and friendly demeanour and he could tell that MC was the same

He knew that no one human could ever have that high amount of patience, especially when dealing with his brothers, doesn’t matter if they’re religious or not

In fact, he was waiting for the day he would finally see them snap and release all the pent up rage he knew they bottle carefully within themselves

Of course it happened when Asmo would not stop pestering MC about going to the club

As MC is a Muslim, it’s not a surprise that they’re against going to places like clubs, casinos or bars

Usually MC was able to tune out Asmo’s pleas like white noise but it was when Asmo turned to physically dragging them that became the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back

The poker-faced MC now looked more like an Avatar of Wrath than Satan himself

Satan only watched in amusement as MC dug their heels in the pavement, cradled a confused Asmo’s face in their hands...and pulled his cheeks with a bright smile and the most ominous look in their eyes before telling him ‘fuck off before I proceed to give all of ur prized makeup and skincare for Mammon to sell and use our pact to make u watch as he earns his cash’ in the sweetest way possible

Asmo no longer pesters them to join him clubbing

Satan: I’d just like to say, I’m your biggest fan

Asmodeus

Asmo loves loves LOVES having this human around because they always let him use them as his own personal doll

That means impromptu fashion shows in his room, makeovers, spa days, mani-pedis you name it

So he always assumed they were this paragon of patience and stoicism, never once losing their cool

The first time he saw them turn violent was when the two of them were walking down to the kitchen with Asmo chatting their ear off about some scandal this succubus has found herself in with these two demon best friends while they just listened and occassionally chiming in

When they reached the kitchen however, they found Beel by the kitchen, no shocker there

But MC had stopped dead in their tracks because right there in his hands was the chilled lemon soufflé that they’d been making for Lucifer (upon his request)

It’d taken them hours to perfect the dessert to Lucifer’s standards and they’d left it in the fridge to chill before serving it to him for tea time

So when Beel raised the now-empty glass to show to MC with a happy look on his face, it was enough to send them over the edge and scream bloody murder to the brothers’ surprise

Beel will apologise sheepishly but MC will force him to remake the dessert without letting him eat anything until it is perfect

It was torture for him and Asmo vows to never unintentionally set them off again because...holy shit MC

Beelzebub

Beel is a chill dude most of them time when he’s not hungry

All he wants is for his brothers to stay safe, happy and healthy and he’s a happy demon 🥺

He likes having a laidback MC around whether it’s during studying, snacking or even when he’s working out

Their presence is always so calming and comforting for him since their lax nature just reminds him so much of Belphie

The first time he saw them truly angry was when they’d found out that their favourite sweater that they brought back from the human world had been destroyed and discarded in the trash

As it turned out, Belphie had been rumaging through their room for something to snuggle with while MC had been away at Purgatory Hall and found their sweater

In an unfortunate string of events, a loose thread from the sweater had caught on the end of a door latch and the sleepy Belphegor hadn’t enough patience at the time to gently untangle it

Instead, he forcefully yanked it, causing the sweater to tear

Deciding that it’s better to just grab their blanket or something, Belphie discarded the article of clothing in the trash before stealing their blanket and stalking away to the attic for a nap

When MC found out, they. were. furious.

That means a lot of smashing, screaming and shouting until Beelzebub or Lucifer finally managed to calm them down

He’s sad that MC is so angry at his twin but he never wanted to see MC lose their temper like that ever again

Belphegor

Exam season was rapidly approaching at RAD and that means more assignments, quizzes and tests 

For the average student, it also means sleepless nights, mental breakdowns and consuming a concerning amount of caffeine

For Belphegor, he simply couldn’t give a shit

No amount of exams is scary enough to get his ass out of bed and study 

And like his other brothers, he assumed the same for MC

They always had that poker face on them as they studied and they never once argued or talked back to one of his brothers even though they were being so annoying and irritating (to him) and were clearly disturbing their revision time

He sees the hard work that they’re putting in their studies and reputation and even though they hide it behind a blasé mask, he knew they were exhausted

It was up to Belphegor to recognise their cues and force them to take breaks by napping with him

He was peacefully napping in the common room beside a studying MC, patiently waiting for their 25 minute break from their pomodoro session when Lucifer had walked in and begun to bark chores at them that even woke up the younger demon beside them

And to their surprise, rather than wordlessly carrying out his commands like the demons had expected them to, MC slammed their pen down on the coffee table and yelled at him

MC: you know what, Lucifer? Why don’t you take your ***** and ****** then shove it up your ****** and let’s not forget to *****, you little ***** ***** *****!!!

Belphegor had never been more proud and concerned for this little human who was far too brave for their own good

Simeon

It’s said by everyone who knew him that Simeon is always so calm and composed, always greeting everybody with a kind smile and gentle eyes

He never once loses his cool, but that doesn’t mean that he does not feel anger from time to time

Like Satan, Simeon is understanding of MC’s anger and would never reprimand them for blowing up

Anger is healthy after all

He has expressed concern before for MC’s mental wellbeing as they were far too patient for their own good

Of course, in all his years of living, he has seen remarkable humans with superhuman patience before like the Prophets Muhammad and Jesus (peace be upon them) but even that was because they had divine intervention 

The first time he saw them finally snap was when the two of them were enjoying a pleasant walk towards the House of Lamentation from RAD when Mammon and Levi appeared out of nowhere and began fighting again

It had been non-stop screaming, insulting and fighting with these two for almost three weeks now and MC was so, so, sooo close to yeeting them off the side of a cliff

Their composure finally snapped when Mammon and Levi had been roughhousing so close to them that they accidentally stepped on Simeon’s robe (or is it more of a cape?? idk) and tore a small hole in it

Simeon has never been more surprised to see MC roar at them and begin a stern lecture that reminded him so terribly of Lucifer

He was so amused that he couldn’t help but laugh when they forced the two to apologise to him before dragging them over to the House by their ears, completely ignoring their desperate cries for mercy 

It was a hilarious sight and he would’ve recorded that entire scene on his DDD if he weren’t so hopeless with technology

Luke

MY SONNN

Luke is reminded of Simeon when he first got to know MC

They were always so collected and level-headed even though they were thrown in Hell out of the blue for an exchange programme that lasts a whole year

He never understood how they could be so chill with living with 7 demons under one roof though like??? hello????? human are u functioning well?

But he likes having them around because they’re always so nice to him and always keen on spending time with him

Which is where he finally saw them snap

The two of them were carrying their cupcakes that they’d made for their picnic date alongside Simeon and Solomon and had left them on the table for a few minutes while they went to gather the rest of the supplies

They came back to see that the cupcakes had been ravaged by Mammon, Levi and Beel who all looked so pleasantly happy munching on their hard work

Luke was extremely distraught and upset over this and protective MC will NOT tolerate this kind of behaviour to their son

So using the power of the pacts, they forced the brothers to grovel at his feet and apologise by doing whatever Luke wants them to do

He wants a glass of water? LEVI GET UR ASS TO THE KITCHEN RN! He wants pizza? MAMMON U RUN UR CUT LIL BUTT TO HELL’S KITCHEN AND GET HIM A LARGE PIZZA STAT! He wants to be fed? BEEL U BETTER MOVE THAT FOOD FROM UR MOUTH SON AND FEED IT TO HIM ASAP!

Luke secretly enjoys it but he still can’t help but feel kinda bad for the brothers and slightly scared of MC now

[tvdstelenaforever]

Nowhere Like Home

TVD Kai Parker imagine | Who is She? Part 2

Theme: Fluff, smut

Other: Y/N pronoun is she/her and is a human

Plot: Kai coming to the Salvatore Boarding House to talk with the Salvatore Brothers and the Mikaelsons when he comes across Y/N, completely enchanted by her beauty. He is curious about her and wonders why he’s never seen her before. As time goes on and they hang out with each other, they develop feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: This is the second part to the fanfic, I hope you enjoy this just as much, if not more than the first part. I am open to constructive criticism. I want to write a part 3, I just need to figure out the story-line. I have something in mind, so it’ll take a while before I’ll be able to publish part 3. In regards to the smut, I am not fully comfortable writing it yet since I am not experienced (this is my first written smut) so I hope you enjoyed what I was able to come up with.

Part 3: Till UnDead Do Us Part

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Y/N and Kai looked each other in the eyes, the longing being overpowering. Y/N immediately grabbed Kai’s face and smashed her lips to his. Kai grabbed her waist as he sunk into the kiss.

Y/N pulled away to catch her breath. She looked into his eyes again and smiled.

Suddenly Kai pulled Y/N close so that their bodies were touching. Kai could feel Y/N’s heart beating quickly so he knew she was into him. He smiled into the kiss, before moving down her body. He started with the neck as he placed kisses sloppily, trailing down her stomach right until the hem of Y/N’s shorts.

Just as Kai was about to touch her right where she wanted, Y/N was brought back to reality. Rubbing her eyes, Y/N let out an exasperated breath. Then she remembered where she was and felt on the edge of tears. Why was she feeling so emotional?

Then it dawned on her. Damon. A sudden burst of anger was let out as Y/N stood up, needing to shake off this feeling. She looked around and was still in the spare room. What time was it? When Y/N went downstairs, she could see her siblings with the Salvatore brothers.

“Y/N, did you have a good beauty sleep?” Klaus winked. Y/N nodded because she thought her voice was going to betray her. Rebekah sensed that something was off but chose to keep quiet. She decided that she would question Y/N about it later.

“We’ve finished our business here in Mystic Falls. Y/N, is there anything that you’d like to do before we leave?” Klaus asked. Y/N wasn’t ready to leave so soon. “Actually, um, I was thinking about staying in Mystic Falls for a little while longer. I’d like an extended break from New Orleans”. Klaus was surprised and took a few seconds to process Y/N’s request. After what felt like an eternity, he made his verdict.

“Well I don’t see why not, you can stay here with the Salvatore’s if they’re happy to host you” Stefan nodded in agreement. “That’s settled then. Rebekah will come and pick you up in a week”. Before the Mikaelsons were about to leave, Rebekah pulled Y/N to the side. A concerned look was worn on her face. “Y/N, are you okay? You seem a little off” Y/N didn’t want to give anything away especially since she wanted her Kai crush to be kept a secret.

“Yes I’m fine, just a little tired is all” Y/N replied with a soft smile. Rebekah didn’t seem convinced but decided not to push it. She pulled Y/N into a warm hug before walking over to their brothers. “Don’t get yourself into any trouble miss” Klaus warned jokingly. Before Y/N could reply, Damon interjected. “She’ll be in good hands with us, don’t you worry” Y/N let out a sigh a bit too loudly and everyone looked at her.

Damon gave her a look, understanding the reason behind the sigh. He gave Y/N a warning eyebrow raise and she rolled her eyes in response. “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you all in a week. Stay safe on your trip back” Y/N said as she went to give all her siblings a goodbye hug. As soon as they left, Damon decided to set some boundaries.

“Y/N, for your safety we’re giving you a curfew of 10 pm and you have to present yourself at least once a day so we know you’re safe”. Not wanting to get into any arguments with the brothers, Y/N accepted. It wasn’t that bad of a rule. Before Y/N had a chance to leave and visit the town, she was told that she could hang out with Elena, Caroline and Bonnie when she wanted. With a smile, she excused herself.

***

Kai was pacing around his living room, thinking about Y/N. He was eager to see her again. He didn’t know how long she was staying so he went to grab his jacket and headed out the door.

When he arrived at the Mystic Grill, he sat at the bar and ordered a whisky. He hoped that by being there that he’d run into Y/N.

Before long, he looked up from his drink and laid eyes upon her. She was accompanied by Caroline and Bonnie as they went to find seats at a booth.

The three girls were laughing together and Kai couldn’t help but notice Y/N’s beauty radiate from her. They ordered drinks and were chatting happily among themselves. Kai swirled his drink around and downed the last of it, slamming the glass down on the counter. 

As he was about to walk towards the girls, he caught sight of Damon and Stefan. He sighed in frustration about having to potentially argue with the boys. Either way, he was going to Y/N. When he finally came into view, Y/N blushed as they locked eyes. 

Damon spotted the young heretic and stood between him and Y/N. “Nuh uh, what did I say about you staying away from Y/N” he accused. Kai’s patience was running thin. Without saying a word, he pushed past Damon and placed his hand on Y/N’s upper back. She shifted slightly under his touch.

“Hey sweetheart, do you want to spend some time with me?” he smiled. Y/N’s cheeks reddened but grinned in response. As Y/N stood, Kai took her hand in his and pulled her away from the booth. 

Damon threw Y/N a cold stare as a warning. Caroline and Bonnie were clearly confused about what was occurring in front of them. They felt uncomfortable being in Kai’s presence and were confused about Y/N’s attraction to him.

“He’s just going to end up hurting you” Caroline stated with concern.

“I’m not going to hurt her” he growled as he brought Y/N close to him by grabbing her waist. Y/N linked her arms around his torso for a close embrace. The look in Damon’s eyes was close to defeat and he sighed. It looked as if forcing both Y/N and Kai to stay away was going to be a tough thing to enforce.

“I promised Klaus I’d keep Y/N safe” Damon iterated. “And I will” Kai smirked, before leaving with Y/N using his magical powers.

***

Y/N sat on Kai’s sofa trying to get comfortable. He handed her a glass of water and she drank it all in one swift motion. Setting the cup aside, Y/N then snaked her arm around Kai as he sat down next to her.

“So tell me more about yourself, what is your favourite pastime? Are you more of an adventurous type or are you more of a homebody?” Y/N asked, wanting to get to know Kai on a deeper level. He smiled, but wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, I don’t have any friends or family so all I do pretty much is cause havoc in my wake. I guess it’s because I’m bored and need something to do to pass the time. I’ve been so lonely and I know it’s my fault but...” Kai trailed off. 

Y/N gave him an understanding look. She knew about his backstory based on the stories she was told however it was interesting to hear the perspective straight from the horses mouth. “That must be tough, but you’ve got me now”

Kai’s eyes lit up, hearing those words made his heart rate increase. “I’m glad to hear that. I feel safe with you and I’m also really attracted to you”. Y/N swallowed, realising that she wanted to kiss him. As if he read her mind, Kai leaned in and pressed his soft lips to hers. A moan escaped both their mouths.

Before they could continue, Kai pulled away. There was a hunger behind his eyes but forced it away. Y/N traced her index finger across his lips whilst licking her own. “Y/N, I can’t” he said regrettably. “It’s okay, we can continue when you’re ready” Y/N cooed as she sat back against the sofa and holding Kai’s left hand in her right one.

Hours passed as Y/N and Kai sat together chatting idly and having the TV play in the background. It wasn’t until Kai shifted in his seat that Y/N woke up from her nap she didn’t realise that she took. “Maybe I should take you back now?” Kai offered, not really wanting Y/N to leave just yet. Y/N nodded sleepily. 

***

Damon was getting increasingly frustrated at the situation. He was brainstorming ideas with Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie. They could keep Y/N locked in the Boarding House, or they could compel her to stay away from Kai. As Damon was observing his brother and friends, an idea formed in his mind. With a devilish grin, Damon formulated the perfect idea. “Bonnie, I know what we need to do”. 

It was late afternoon when Y/N arrived at the Salvatore Boarding House with Kai. Before they could get to the front door, it opened. Everyone walked out and were face to face. “You’re back, thank goodness” Caroline said as she hugged Y/N.

Damon and Bonnie exchanged a look and nodded in understanding. Bonnie started chanting when suddenly Kai and Y/N felt an invisible tugging.

It finally dawned on Kai what was happening but before he could do anything to stop it, he was hurled across the ground with a strong force. He now found himself back in his old prison world. He screamed out in anger as he fell to his knees. 

Shortly after, a voice came from behind him. “Kai?” As he stood and spun around to face Y/N, he looked at her in confusion. Was this a sick joke to torture him? “Why are they messing with me?” he said as he cried. Y/N was taken aback by the sudden outburst. 

“Kai, it’s really me. Where are we?” Y/N was confused. When realization hit, Kai walked over to Y/N and brought her in for a tight hug. “We’re trapped in my old prison world. It’s where I was sent when my father wanted to get rid of me. There’s no way out”. 

Y/N looked horrified which soon turned into anger. “What, how?! This is all your fault” Y/N exclaimed as she pulled away from him. Kai was caught off guard and automatically felt vulnerable. 

“Don’t you see Y/N? They did this to me to hurt me. I don’t think they meant to send you here too” Tears started to well up in Y/N’s eyes. “I need some space from you, please leave me alone” she cried as she ran off. 

He despised the feeling that was brewing inside of him that was caused from the one and only person that he felt safe with. It stung. 

Y/N was just annoyed at the situation and not actually at Kai. She hadn’t meant to accuse him but the idea of being stuck in a prison world for who knows how long, forever even, was a scary thought. Y/N decided to wonder around, trying to get acquainted with her new reality. 

***

Y/N came across a white house, which was grand in it’s splendor. There was a front porch with a swing and black shutters on every window. There was a massive willow tree in the front yard which was beautiful as the leaves moved with the wind. She went to sit on the swinging chair and inhaled deeply. 

Looking out at the scenery before her, Y/N contemplated what her life was about. She thought back to her family and New Orleans. Then her mind wondered to Kai and his situation. He was all alone with nobody to care about him. It automatically dawned on Y/N that she was the only one who cared for him. She immediately felt bad for their squabble earlier.

Y/N chose to go and find Kai. She walked back the way she came but when she arrived back to the clearing, he was nowhere to be seen. Oh, she thought. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Y/N trudged back towards the house. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Kai standing on the porch before the door.

As she approached and climbed the porch stairs, Kai turned around. His eyes were red, visible sign of crying. The sight of him made Y/N ache for him. “I’m really sorry for how I reacted earlier, I was just scared and angry, but not at you”. The words seemed to wash over him as he ignored Y/N and walked into the house.

Y/N followed suit, needing him to know she was sorry. The interior of the house was warm and cozy. It looked lived in. I suppose it made sense, Kai must have used this as his home the last time he was trapped here. Somehow the home reminded Y/N of the Salvatore Boarding House. That was quite an interesting observation.

Kai walked into the kitchen and got himself a glass, pouring in some bourbon whiskey. Y/N followed him, stopping at the island situated slap-bang in the middle. Staring at Kai until he paid attention to her, Y/N pleaded sorry with her eyes. She could sense that he was tense so she went over to him and hugged him. He froze, before breaking down into the hug and let out some sobs.

“Baby, I’m here” Y/N soothed and Kai tightened the hug. Y/N walked Kai to the living room and made them sit on the sofa. Y/N promised Kai that she was here for him through all his highs and lows. He also promised that he was going to be the man she deserved to be with. After a tiresome day, they both fell asleep in each others arms.

***

It was finally reaching the end of the one month mark of their imprisonment in the prison world. Y/N and Kai’s bond got stronger as they got to know each other more and joke together. Y/N found that Kai had a really good sense of humor and Kai saw just how compassionate Y/N was. The hole in Kai’s heart was slowly starting to heal. 

They both returned from their free shopping trip, putting the groceries away. Kai decided to make Y/N some blueberry pancakes. “Breakfast is served Princess” Kai laughed. Y/N had a huge grin on her face as she saw the pancakes had a smiley face using the blueberries as the eyes, and whipped cream as the nose and smile. Y/N poured maple syrup onto the pancakes and dug in. It was adorable how Kai was secretly a sweetheart. 

Later that day, Y/N was absentmindedly twirling her hair between her fingers as she lay cuddled with Kai on their bed. They were just relaxing when Y/N could feel warm fingers tracing their way up her thighs. She took an intake of breath, keeping very still. She locked eyes with Kai, looking for confirmation. Once she was sure he wasn’t going to pull away, Y/N placed her right hand on the side of his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

Kai closed his eyes as Y/N deepened the kiss. His fingers kept stroking her thighs, until he pressed his fingers to her clit through the fabric of her underwear and started rubbing circles. Y/N tilted her head back against Kai’s chest and let out a moan. His pace quickened and Y/N was left feeling breathless. Once Kai was satisfied, he plunged two of his fingers inside her and moved in and out slowly, picking up the pace when Y/N was grinding her hips against his fingers.

“Mm, that feels so good” Y/N moaned. Then Y/N’s hand trailed down Kai’s chest, making her way down to his jeans. She shoved her hand under the fabric, feeling him hardening. He moaned at the touch, wanting to rip Y/N’s clothes off and see her perfect body.

Kai’s eyes were full of lust, and Y/N bit her lip in response. “Please Kai, I want you” and those words was all the confirmation he needed to pull Y/N’s shirt off, followed by her shorts and underwear. “Gosh, you’re beautiful” Kai smiled.

Y/N proceeded to pull Kai by the collar of his shirt and bring him close to her. Then she used her right hand to unbuckle his belt and undo the button holding his jeans together. Kai then took his jeans and boxers off and discarded them.

She bit her lip at the sight of him. She wanted him to fuck her senseless. He lined up with her entrance, using his thumb to pleasure her clit. As he pushed in, Y/N let out a deep moan. He started slow, letting Y/N get used to him. Kai then quickened his pace as he held onto her hips.

Y/N dipped her head back, eyes rolling. “Please go faster, you feel so good inside me” she pleaded. Kai loved the sight in front of him and was happy to oblige. Y/N’s walls were starting to clench around his length which meant she was starting to reach her climax.

He kept moving in and out of her to ride out her orgasm and soon his own orgasm washed over him. Kai moaned against Y/N’s mouth as his eyes closed shut. When they calmed down Kai pulled out and rolled over on the bed, taking Y/N in for a warm embrace.

“I love you” Y/N said breathlessly. Kai’s eyes seemed to water at those words. “I love you too Y/N”.

Y/N felt lightheaded but was still feeling like she was on cloud nine. There was nowhere else she’d rather be right now than in his arms and Kai felt the same way.

***

Two months had now passed. The time spent alone together was bliss, that they forgot that they were locked away from the real world. Later that evening, Y/N and Kai had another re-run of the show Brooklyn 99. It wasn’t until the light shone through the window that they both got up to see the sun rise.

The sun started rising over the horizon as Y/N and Kai were sat outside in the front yard entwined together. Y/N felt comfortable and safe with Kai and loved that they had gotten even closer over this time trapped in the prison world. She didn’t want their time alone together to end.

They weren’t sure if their eyes were playing tricks on them, but they swore they could see Bonnie in the distance making her way towards them. Y/N raised her eyebrows as she came into close proximity. Kai tensed in Y/N’s arms.

“Bonnie?” Y/N yelled out, not close enough to keep her voice down. Bonnie waved towards them with a sheepish smile. When she approached, she avoided her gaze with the heretic as she went in for a hug with Y/N. 

“I’m here to get you out” Y/N looked at Kai and gulped. “I’m not leaving without Kai and that’s not negotiable” Y/N was adamant. Bonnie nodded “I expected as much” and took Y/N’s hand in hers. She hesitated before grabbing Kai’s hand too. Before they knew it, all three were suddenly back outside the Salvatore Boarding House.

Among hearing the commotion outside, Damon walked out. He sighed in relief upon seeing Y/N safe and sound. As his eyes landed on Kai, he gave Bonnie a look. “You let him out too?” but there was no hostility behind his words. He was more exasperated than angry.

Y/N had to make things clear so everyone would know where they stood. “I’m in love with Kai and you’ve all got to accept that. I see the good in him, and over the last couple of months I’ve seen a side of him that you all would’ve dreamed of witnessing beforehand. If any of you try to hurt Kai or worse, I’ll never forgive you”. Bonnie gave her a quizzical look whilst Damon looked confused, however they agreed.

“I miss being in the prison world alone with Kai already” Y/N said absentmindedly. “Being trapped in the prison world was the best thing that could have happened for us” Y/N smiled sheepishly, adoringly looking Kai in the eyes before he pulled Y/N in for a loving kiss.

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Please Don’t Go: Kageyama Tobio (Part 2)

Part 1 

Warnings: mild gore, angst, then fluff 

Word count: 2, 757

Sirens lit up the once vacant, lifeless street, signaling to residents that something grim had unfolded. Curiosity ushered everyone who was wakened by the crash to timidly stand by and watch. Many of them college students like yourself, some who knew you and prayed for your recovery.

Unfortunately, it took almost five minutes for the ambulance to arrive as strangers knelt beside you to make sure your breathing steadied.

Hearing the commotion from outside, and watching the red and blue lights reflect through her windows, Yachi gained the courage to step onto the street. Whatever had happened, she had a gut-wrenching feeling that you were involved. You should have arrived over 15 minutes ago, and she knew you were not the type of person to cancel last minute without warning. Especially this late at night, and after an argument with your boyfriend.

As those thoughts swirled through her brain, Yachi began to grow more panicked, her pace picking up as she rounded that fateful corner. She had called you five times, each call dialing fully until it reached your voicemail.

An ambulance was in sight, and so was a police vehicle. Her eyes scanned the road, noting a dent in a residential car and a group of first responders huddled around a female body.

Her stomach flipped. Just by glancing at the color of your hair, she knew it was you.

“Oh my god…!” The blonde gasped, sprinting towards you, tears gathering in her eyes. “No… No… please.”

A police officer heard her cry and turned towards her. “Mam, you need to stay back.” He warned calmly, stepping in front of her path.

Bystander’s turned their attention to her, as well as the first responders. A woman who had also been crying started to sob even harder, she looked away with an expression masked in guilt.

“That’s my friend!” Yachi replied desperately. “I need to see…” The words died in her throat. “She was walking to my house!”

The officer reassuringly set a hand on her shoulder, trying to keep her attention averted from your crumbled state. “She’s alive and in stable condition. Your friend will be okay.”

Yachi furiously wiped her tears away. “O-okay.”

“What’s her name?” The officer asked. “She’s unconscious and I need to write a name down.”

“Y/N, L/N.” She relayed, clenching her fists in frustration. How did this happen? Was there anything she could do? Yachi took a deep breath and closed her eyes again, trying to get rid of the rest of her tears. She needed to be strong for you, whatever had happened. You were going to be okay and that’s all that mattered. “She’s a student here.”

Despite that, her heart still pounded in her chest as she watched the first responders create a makeshift splint for your leg and arm, hoisting you onto a gurney. For a brief second, she saw your face. Cuts and bruises littered your ashen skin. “Please let me ride in the ambulance with her!” She asked, practically begging.

Since it wasn’t a critical emergency, Yachi was let into the ambulance to accompany you. She rushed over and hopped inside, managing to refrain from trembling at the seriousness of your situation. Normally, she wouldn't be able to speak, yet alone make a fuss at a legitimate crime scene, but she couldn’t leave you alone. You couldn’t be alone when you woke up.

You would do the same for her.

“She’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” The medic sitting across from her said as he hooked you up to an IV system. “She’ll head right into surgery.”

“Thank you.” Yachi managed to smile, though she knew it wouldn’t suffice. She was queasy. Your body looked mangled, and she could see the break in your lower leg, the bone almost breaking your skin.

The blonde gripped your hand through the short and silent ride to the emergency room. Squeezing it tightly, she quietly thanked God that your injuries hadn’t worsened. She watched your chest rise and fall, calming her own worries as the minutes passed.

For a moment, her conscious cleared past the present as she remembered the reason you were trekking to her apartment. Kageyama.

Yachi pulled her phone out of her sweatshirt pocket and immediately texted him.

Yachi Hitoka: Y/N was in an accident. She’s going into surgery, please meet me at the hospital on third street. I’ll call you when I arrive.

Kageyama Tobio: Please tell me she’s okay

Kageyama Tobio: Oh my god, please

Kageyama Tobio: Yachi?

One missed call from Kageyama Tobio

Yachi Hitoka: She’s going to be okay, I promise

Kageyama Tobio: I’m running there now

Kageyama Tobio: I’ll meet you in the lobby

Kageyama grabbed his wallet, keys, and a jacket before sprinting down the same street you had before. Heart pounding in his chest, he ran as hard as he could.

He ran past the scene, barely paying attention to who was there, and who was tending to the mess. All he could think about was you.

How could he let this happen? How could he let you walk away?

Stressed beyond comprehension, he couldn't even cry. He ran the full twenty minutes to the hospital where Yachi claimed you would be.

Bursting through the hospital doors, he found Yachi's grief-stricken expression waiting for him.

"How bad is it?" He panted, biting onto his lip so hard that he could taste blood.

The blonde looked reluctant to tell him, seeming to realize that he would find himself at fault. "Broken bones."

Kageyama's heart fell. For a moment, he couldn't speak. He could not think.

Then suddenly, without warning, your boyfriend kicked the nearest waiting room chair. "Fuck!"

Yachi stepped back, startled. "It's not your fault!" She hesitated to reach forward and console him. Kageyama was incredibly rigid, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.  

He slumped down in the same chair he tried to break, and didn't say another word until the doctor came to the waiting room four hours later.  

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Surprisingly, you emerged from your slumber peacefully. Even if pain was the first thing to enter your mind, the second was the sight of your friends cramped into the small hospital room, all of them dozing off.

You blinked a couple times, trying to recall where you were and what had happened. Gazing down at your legs, you almost gasped aloud. The cast around the lower portion of your body seemed to reflect a broken femur. Along with some bones in your arm that you couldn’t identify. Your entire left arm was encased.

Starting to panic, your eyes darted to the man sitting beside you. Kageyama stared at you with tender eyes, the only person awake so he could give Yachi the couch to nap on.

“Good morning.” He whispered, squeezing your hand gently. Your cheeks inflamed when you realized he had been holding it the entire time. “You’re finally awake.”

Weakly, you squeezed his hand back. You immediately remembered what happened last night, and why you were even out on the street in the first place. It was strange how little your argument seemed now that you were lying in a hospital bed. Wondering if he felt it too, your lip started to quiver.

“I’m sorry.”

Your mouth parted in surprise.

“Sorry for what?”

Kageyama grimaced. Now, you could finally glimpse the reality of his expression. Anyone who knew him could tell he was disheveled. The bags under his eyes had worsened. It seemed like he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

“What I said to you last night was unfair. I didn’t mean it. And now-” He started, too choked up to say anything coherent. You had the feeling he wanted to reach out for you by the way he stumbled with his words, and how he anxiously gestured with each sentence. You watched that thought leave his eyes as he remembered the pain you must be in.

Guilt was evident in his tone, in his eyes, all over his face.

“Y/N… I love you and I haven’t been showing it. I’m sorry.”

Taking comfort in the fact that Kageyama could finally admit his wrongdoing, caused a smirk to cross your face. He rarely showed emotion, and right now you were witnessing an overload. “It really took me getting hit by a car to make you realize that, huh?”

“Not funny.” He said, even if slight smile curved upon his lips.

“I thought it was funny.” You heard Yachi’s chuckle from across the room.

The both of you turned to find her already scrambling from the couch to your side. “How are you feeling?” She asked cautiously. “You’ve been asleep for ten hours. Surgery took four.”

“It hurts, but I’m okay. For now," You answered honestly. In the moment it was terrifying, but you were lucky that you only had broken bones. Yachi looked like she wanted to say more, her eyebrows creased with worry. “Thank you for being there with me.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes to relieve some of the tension. The blonde could tell that you needed to have a private conversation with your boyfriend. “I should go get us some food, and let the doctors know you’re awake.”

“Thank you.” You weakly blew a kiss in her direction with your uninjured hand as she left the room.

Once the door closed, Kageyama leaned down and rested his head in your lap, hiding his face.

“Where’s your mind at?” You comfortably set your hand in his hair, running your fingers down the nap of his neck. Normally, you would be all too willing to fall back into his arms. But if that were to happen, the cycle would go on repeating itself. That’s not the life you wanted for yourself, and it was certainly not the life you wanted for Kageyama. If you couldn’t be the one by his side, hopefully someone else could.

He was struggling. And his way of dealing with it was pushing you away, something you couldn’t handle.

“What do you mean where’s my mind at?” He lifted his head, blinking in confusion. One hand was still intertwined with yours while the other gripped the railing of your hospital bed. You watched his muscles tense.

Strangely, the accident had provided your mind with clarity.

“I love you, Kageyama.” You gestured frantically between the two of you. There was barely a gap, but it felt like miles. “But do you still want to be with me? It feels like you don’t sometimes.”

“Of course I do.” He whispered. “I just… don’t want to bother you with my problems. I try to be better for you, for us, yet I keep failing.”

“You’re my boyfriend for a reason. I agreed to figuring out your problems with you.”

He knew he had no justifiable excuse. He had fucked up. What was wrong with his mentality? He hadn’t thought about you in his moments of despair. Your accident brought that to light and he couldn’t help but feel responsible.

“I love you, Y/N.” His shoulders relaxed. “I’ll do anything I can to make it up to you.”

“All I’m asking is that you show it more.” You reminded quietly, surprised at how quickly he had agreed with you. “I should be able to feel your love, like how I am right now.”

Your words were a challenge. After the years you had spent together, Kageyama was able to decipher your language.

“This last month has been difficult for the both of us. Not just you, Tobio.”

Suddenly feeling distressed, you prayed silently that your words were getting through to him. You wanted to kiss him so badly, to run your fingers along his face in a caressing touch. You wanted to move on like nothing ever happened but your heart couldn’t go through it again. There needed to be a change.

“You’re right.” He breathed, tension pulling harder and harder at the both of you. “I feel like you despise me. I don’t know how to make it right.”

His confession took you by surprise. Kageyama was never not confident, he never shied away from taking control of every situation. When he walked into the room, all eyes were always on him. You knew he was under an immense amount of stress and pressure because of it. But now it had taken a toll on your relationship.

“I’m not used to this… not knowing what to do.”

“You should be able to take comfort in the fact that I’m here for you. I should know things about you that no one else does.” You met his eyes again. “I thought you would have learned this after being together for three years.”

“Take comfort in the fact that no one has heard me say that before.” He leaned closer, an invitation. “You’re the only girl I need.”

Still upset, that comment made the corners of your lips curve slightly.

He was vulnerable for what seemed like the first time. That was a step in the right direction, a promising one. Now he knew you were serious. You wouldn’t tolerate his childish behavior any longer. You wanted something more with him, and he was going to have to work for it.

“I get so upset because… Because that’s how I feel too. That you’re the one for me.”

Even though Kageyama was sure you still wanted to scream at him, yet you held yourself with so much composure. It made his heart race. You looked beautiful just as you were, even when your eyes were red, hair matted to your face, and skin littered with cuts and bruises. He only wished this conversation happened sooner, because your injuries would disappear.

“I love you.” Kageyama repeated with glossy eyes. “For a moment I thought I had lost you.”

And with that, he closed the gap and pressed a kiss against your lips. His warmth enveloped you and you gripped onto him tight, as tight as you could without straining your weakened state.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” He whispered into your hair, holding your head to his. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it.”

A few stray tears escaped your eyelids but he immediately wiped them away. His own were welling up, as he became unable to hold back any longer.

“You’re everything to me.” You tilted your head to kiss his cheek. You relished in the feeling of his hands grasping to you tightly, as if he might lose you again.

You hadn’t seen him cry in so long, longer than you could remember. He was always so strong, so secure. Most times it was because you thought he was emotionless when it came to you, but you had been proved wrong once again.

Kageyama opened his mouth to reply, but the door clicked open, signaling that Yachi was back to fret over you.

“Yay!’ She sang. “Everything is okay now?”

“Yes.” Kageyama replied, clearing his throat and refraining from showing any more emotion, especially in front of someone who wasn’t you.

“I’m great-" You gave her a thumbs up, chuckling as she started to unpack the food she had purchased. Well, Kageyama had. He had slipped her his wallet. “and starving.”

“Your wish is my command.” She handed you a plastic bowl of steaming ramen and packaged meat buns. Your mouth watered and you immediately reached to rip open the plastic.

"Um," You tittered, handing the buns back to Kageyama. "I need you to open it for me." Laughing helped subside the aches that came with every simple movement.

Your boyfriend snorted, and obliged. Unwrapping the snack, he held it to your mouth.

Food had never tasted so amazing as it did in that moment.

“Don’t eat too fast.” Chuckling, Yachi rummaged through the bag of snacks and handed Kageyama two milk pouches.

He smiled in thanks.

“I can’t believe after all these years that’s still your favorite.” You said through mouthfuls.

“Yeah.” Yachi teased. “You’d think he grow out of it by now.”

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

The rest of the day was spent watching movies and stuffing your faces full of unhealthy cafeteria food. Oddly, you wouldn't have wanted to spend it any other way.

[sinning-on-a-sunday]

Baby, I'm really loving your work and wondered if I could request something. Can I have a yandere bts all members or just jin and namjoon, reacting to s/o rolling their eyes and looking back to their phone/computer after being told to put it away? ❣😘❣

 distracted

- warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, spanking

- a/n: i am so so so sorry this took so long to answer. i made taehyung particularly strict and daddy-ish since i know you like him that way ;)

© copyright 2019-2020 under sinning-on-a-sunday.

- jin -

Jin always looked forward to dinner time. Not because it was an excuse to stuff his face or because he got to refine his cooking skills, but because it was when you and him got to spend some quality time together.

He would ask you about your day, you would tell him little stories and anecdotes as he listened with stars in his eyes, soaking up every little detail you were willing to share. It was when you were the most talkative and willing to pay attention to him.

Ever since he had taken you (well, the right word is kidnapped but Jin would never admit that), you had been extremely quiet and reserved. At first, Jin thought it was out of fear, so he gave you time to adjust. But now, after months and months of living under his roof, he was starting to get impatient.

He wanted you to give in already. He wanted you to need him the way he needed you. He wanted you to greet him at the door when he came home from work and hug him like he’d been missing for days. A perfect little housewife.

“Y/N.” Jin said, trying to get you to look up from your phone. It couldn’t make calls or use the internet, but Jin allowed you to play puzzle games and do your writing in a word document.

“Y/N.” He said again.

You hadn’t touched your food. Jin had spent hours slaving away in the kitchen to prepare your favorite meal, hoping it might cheer you up.

Your head was bent low, eyes staring down at the small device cradled in your hands like a bird with a dead wing. This was your only escape, this was your only outlet.

“Y/N!” Jin shouted, banging his fists on the table.

You jolted in your seat, whipping your head up to look at him with wide, frightened eyes.

Jin pushed himself up out of his chair and stomped over to you. He towered over your huddled form as dark, angry eyes burned into your forehead.

“Give it to me.” He ordered.

Bowing your head in submission, you handed it over.

Turning on his heel, Jin stalked into the kitchen, drawing a key out of his pocket. He unlocked one of the drawers and tossed the phone inside, slamming it closed and locking it again securely. It was where Jin stored all your confiscated items.

He walked over to the table and sat back down. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed his tight jaw. When he opened his eyes again, they were as calm as the sea after a storm.

Jin flashed a warm smile.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked, voice soft.

You were still sitting there in shocked silence.

“Eat, sweetheart. Your food’s getting cold.”

- yoongi -

It was well after two in the morning when Yoongi came out of his studio and into the office. You were hunched over your laptop. The room was dark, and the only source of light was the wide computer screen, casting a dull glow over your features. Yoongi had been working for hours, but he was called away from his music by the nagging ache deep in his gut. He missed you, and he needed you now.

“Y/N?” He said quietly, not wanting to startle you.

“What.” Your voice was monotone, flat. It matched your lifeless eyes as they flickered over the screen.

“I’m done working.” He said.

You didn’t look away from your laptop.

“I wanted to spend some time with you before we go to sleep.”

No reaction.

“Come on, let’s go cuddle in bed.”

You tapped away at the keyboard.

“Give me five minutes.” You said, not even bothering to look at him.

Yoongi clenched his jaw.

“You’ve been writing for hours.” He said simply, trying to hold back.

“So. You’ve been producing for hours.”

He felt his eyes narrow.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He snapped, but you just rolled your eyes.

That did it.

Yoongi shot forward, grabbing your wrist and slamming your laptop shut.

“You have twenty seconds to get your ass in bed or I’m taking away your computer privileges. If it gets in the way of you paying attention to me, then you obviously don’t deserve to have it.”

- hoseok -

“Y/N! I’m home!” Hobi’s voice carried through the apartment up to your bedroom, ringing in your ears like a death sentence. He wasn’t supposed to be home this early! What was he doing here?!

With your heart thundering in your chest, you rushed to shove your phone under the sheets before Hoseok’s heavy footsteps reached the threshold.

He appeared in the doorway with a firm expression on his face.

“Honey, what are you doing in here?”

You were supposed to be waiting by the front door when he returned home, ready to shower him in hugs and cuddles and exclamations of how much you missed him.

“I was just…taking a nap.” You said, hoping he wouldn’t notice the shakiness in your voice. You were on restriction right now, that meant no phone. You could feel the lump in the blankets from where the device rested near your thigh.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh really? You won’t mind if I join you, then?”

Your stomach twisted. How does he always know when something’s up?

Hoseok settled into bed next to you, snaking an arm around your waist with a vice-like grip. It didn’t take him long to feel the weight of the object pressed between you.

With a fake confused expression, he reached beneath the sheets to pull the phone out and inspect it.

“What’s this doing here?” He said, furrowing his brows in exaggeration.

You stayed silent, sitting there like a terrified statue.

“Baby, you know you’re on restriction.”

You kept your mouth shut, gritting your teeth behind pressed lips.

Hoseok threw the phone across the room. It collided with the wall with a loud crack!

He set his blazing eyes on you, and you instinctively shrunk back in fear.

“Turn around and bend over. You’re going to make it up to me.”

- namjoon -

Namjoon wasn’t stupid. He knew when you were on your phone when you weren’t supposed to be. But he allowed it to go on for a while, he gave you a false sense of hope.

He knew all about what you were getting up to. You had figured out a way to access the internet, and for the past few days you’d been researching various methods of escape, everything from plane tickets to hotel rooms.  

Namjoon let you have your fun, he let you think you were getting away with it. But then the facade came crumbling down.

You were home alone while Namjoon was at work, typing and scrolling away. You were so close. So close to being free.

Your finger hovered over the screen, thinking of what it would feel like to finally be out from under Namjoon’s thumb, to finally be your own person again.

With a burst of determination, you pressed hard on the Confirm Purchase button, effectively securing your way out of here.

Namjoon got a notification immediately. He was disappointed. He didn’t actually think you would go through it, he thought that this was just a way for you to feel rebellious. Did you really want to leave him? Did you not love him anymore.

The pang of hurt was quickly replaced by anger.

What an ungrateful brat. I provide for her, I care for her, I love her, and this is how she repays me!

Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Namjoon got up from his desk and quickly packed his things. He sped home in record time, fire burning beneath his skin with every passing second.

When he reached the house and opened the front door, he found you fast asleep on the couch.

His gaze softened upon seeing your innocent face, calm and serene while you slept. His little angel.

But then he remembered how you’d tried to get away from him, how you’d schemed behind his back and tried to play him for a fool.

Namjoon’s footsteps thundered on the tile as he stalked up to your shared bedroom, but you miraculously stayed asleep.

When you woke up, you could hear the shower running. You went upstairs to find the room empty, but not exactly how you’d left it.

The bed was freshly made, and sitting there on the sheets was Namjoon’s belt and a piece of paper. Stepping closer, you made out the words “We need to talk” in his scrawled handwriting.

The water shut off. You heard the shower door creak open.

You knew the second he walked in, just by the look on his face, that you were busted.

- jimin -

“Baaaaabe,” Jimin whined, tugging on your shirt from his position on the couch next to you.

Your eyes were focused on your phone screen, and if there’s one thing Jimin absolutely hates, it’s being ignored.

“Look at meeeee,” His voice was two octaves higher than normal.

“Jimin, just leave me alone. I’m trying to do something.” You snapped, shrugging him off you.

His expression fell, lips jutting out in a pout while his eyes widened to a Bambi-like size.

“I haven’t seen you all day! I just want some attention…” He sounded like a pathetic child.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to look away from your phone.

The next time you looked at him, there were tears pooling in his eyes, making them look even bigger than they already were. His chin wobbled, lip trembling as he tried hard to hold back the water building up behind the dam.

Your heart clenched. You couldn’t help it, seeing Jimin cry always sent a pang of guilt straight to your chest, and he knew it.

Immediately setting your phone down, you turned towards him to give him your full attention.

“I’m sorry, Jimin. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said in a soft voice, reaching out to grab his hands.

He hid his secret satisfaction, reaching up to rub his eyes and sniffling for dramatic effect.

“It’s okay…” He said, bowing his head and avoiding your eyes to make you feel even more guilt.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” You asked sincerely, rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs.

Almost as quickly as they appeared, the tears were gone, replaced by a bright, victorious smile.

“Let’s watch a movie and cuddle! And no more phone for the rest of the day.” Jimin said.

You were slightly taken aback by his rapid change in demeanor, but let him pick up your phone and set it on the opposite side of where you were sitting.

“Okay…” You said, still recovering from the whiplash of his mood swing as he wrapped his arms around your torso and snuggled into your side. Jimin buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Thank you, baby.”

- taehyung -

“I said, nose to the wall.” He ordered.

You begrudgingly did as you were told with a huff. Taehyung was seated at his wide mahogany desk, feet propped up with a bundle of papers in one hand. A few minutes ago, you’d been sitting on his office couch minding your own business, playing games on your phone, when Taehyung had ordered you to come sit on his lap, claiming that you “helped him focus.” You’d rolled your eyes and ignored his request.

Taehyung had immediately grabbed your arm and dragged you over to the corner, shoving you down into a stool facing the wall for “time out.” It took everything in you not to scoff at the ridiculous title.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect it done without an attitude.” He snapped from his oversized chair.

You rolled your eyes again, a reflex at this point, and thank God you were facing the wall so he couldn’t see.

“Yes, Taehyung.” You said in a monotone voice, lacking any conviction whatsoever.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Sir.” You corrected yourself.

You couldn’t see, but you could practically feel him smirking at you.

A few minutes passed, and as time went on you felt yourself getting increasingly fidgety. You squirmed in your seat, struggling to keep your eyes focused on the one patch of wall.

Taehyung noticed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Sit still or I’ll add fifteen minutes to your time.” He barked, looking at you over the top of his papers.

You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

About five minutes later, you were fidgeting again, tapping your fingernails on the legs of the stool, swinging your legs back and forth, shifting on the hard, unforgiving wood.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit still?” Taehyung said.

“I am sitting still!” You bit back. Big mistake.

Taehyung slammed the stack of papers on the tabletop, rising from his desk to sit on the couch. He planted his feet firmly in the ground and tapped his knee.

“Over my lap.” He ordered.

“What?! I didn’t do anything!”

“You want to make this worse for yourself?”

You glared at him, but hopped off the stool and trudged your way over. The second you were close enough, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down. Now you were sprawled across his lap, wrists gripped together behind your back by one of his hands as the other held down your legs. He hiked up your skirt, revealing the pink lace panties he picked out for you. A sharp slap cracked across your exposed ass.

Just as you yelped in surprise, a knock came at the door.

You looked at Taehyung, pleading with your eyes, but his expression remained blank and emotionless. You tried to wriggle out from under his grasp, but he only tightened his hold, landing another spank.

“Come in.” Taehyung called.

His secretary poked her head in, and when she saw the position you were in, her cheeks turned red.

“Uh…I just…there’s just…there’s someone on the phone for you.” She stammered, trying to avoid looking anywhere but her boss’s face.

You were thrashing wildly, but Taehyung was strong. He kept you locked firmly in place with your face smushed in one of the throw pillows, muffling your sounds of protest.

“Alright, thank you. You are dismissed.” Taehyung said like he didn’t have a struggling woman on his lap.

The secretary bowed politely and hurried away.

Once the door was closed, Taehyung slapped you extra hard on both cheeks.

“I’m gonna spank you until your ass is red. Then maybe I’ll consider forgiving you for your disrespectful attitude.”

- jungkook -

“Babe, put your phone down for a minute.” Jungkook said.

You were curled up in Jungkook’s leather armchair, eyes glued to the screen. You didn’t respond, too focused on the video you were watching.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

“Y/N.” He said sternly.

You ignored him, bringing the screen closer to your face.

Jungkook sighed, quickly leaving the room.

A few minutes later, you got up to go to the bathroom. You were only gone for a short time, but when you came back you couldn’t find your phone.

I left it on the coffee table, didn’t I? It was right here…

“Looking for something, babe?” Jungkook’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Have you seen my phone?” You asked, lifting couch cushions, looking under furniture.

“Yup.” He said simply, plopping down where you had been seated minutes ago.

You looked at him.

“Okay…so, where is it?” You asked.

“Oh, you won’t be getting it back for a while.” He said.

Your brows furrowed.

“What? Why?”

“Because there are certain things I won’t tolerate and ignoring me is one of them. You need to be taught a little lesson.”

Jungkook patted his lap.

“Why don’t you come sit with me and show me you can still be a good girl, hm?”

a/n: @btsareyandere why do i get the feeling that this ask was inspired by boss man?

[themalhambird]

fic prompt: student AU: Richard's first time babysitting baby Hal?

Richard groans and swears under his breath as banging on the front door rouses him from his sleep. He’s only just drifted off, having spent the last forty-eight hours awake and on a coffee-fuelled painting spree. But the banging continues, so he climbs off his bed and stumbles down to the front door, rubbing his eyes before unlocking it.

“Richard,” Henry says, fist raised in mid-knock. “Can you have Hal for an hour?”

Richard blinks at him. “Anne’s gone to Prague,” he says slowly.

“What?” irritation flashes across Henry’s face. “I know Anne’s gone home for a bit, I don’t see-“ his eyes narrow. “Have you been drinking?”

“What? No.” Richard rubs his eyes again. “Look- come in,” he says, stepping back, and Henry steps over the threshold, though he doesn’t move any further down the hall. He’s got Hal in a baby carrier, fast asleep and all cute in his baby-grow, and Richard smiles down at him, fondly if a little absent mindedly. “What’s the matter?” he asks, looking back up at Henry, who-it dawns on Richard- is looking more than a little stressed.

“Can you please take Hal for an hour?” he demands again. “Mary’s in the middle of lectures and this fucking group project I’m meant to be doing- I’m late for a meeting as it is because no one bothered to ask me before they all agreed now would be more convenient-“

“But- Anne’s not here,” Richard says again, much more awake and suddenly panicking. “I can’t- Harry, you wouldn’t let me look after your goldfish when we were nine, I can’t look after your baby— “

“Of course you can!” Henry snaps. “He seems to like you more than he likes me anyway half the time just- an hour, at the most! All you have to do is keep him alive and in one peace so will you please just- “

“Fine, fine.” Henry’s yelling is giving Richard a headache, and Hal is stirring a little, tiny face screwing up in mild displeasure. “I’ll look after him.”

“Thank you!” Henry says, more annoyance than gratitude in his tone, but Richard can’t be bothered to pick him on it. He bends down and picks up Hal’s carrier instead, and Henry’s gone again before Richard’s even locked the door.

“Well alright then,” Richard says- somewhat bewildered- to Hal, who seems to be settling back down, rather than waking up, which is good, because Richard has no idea what to with an awake baby without other people’s supervision. “How about you come and have a little nap with Uncle Richard then, hm?”

He carries Hal upstairs, rescues him out of his carrier, and cuddles him against his chest as he lays back down on his bed. He doesn’t go back to sleep- he’s worried about accidently squishing his nephew/cousin-something-times-removed if he drifts off and rolls over, but it’s nice, to have the baby sleeping on him. Restful. He idly strokes Hal’s soft little patch of dark hair. “Aren’t you precious, hm?” he coos. “Precious little baby, all fast asleep…”

 Twenty minutes later, Hal is crying.

He woke up on Richard’s chest and the unfamiliar room, and the absence of either his mum or his dad, clearly freaked him out so now he’s crying like the world is ending, and Richard is frantically dancing round the room and hugging him tight, hoping that the bouncing will calm him down like it sometimes does when Henry and Mary are around. “Please?” he says to Hal, grabbing his phone from his desk and firing off a quick text to Mary. Hal crying, what do I do??????

He flings the phone back down and moves his hand back to support Hal’s head. “C’mon Hal,” he says. “It’s uncle Richard, you like Uncle Richard…”

His phone buzzes. Richard grabs it again. Mary’s replied.  why is Hal with u?

Harry at a meeting Richard sends back. Hal was napping and now crying

And then, a horrible thought occurring to him: is it food time??? i can’t feed him i don’t have breasts

“Please stop crying,” he begs Hal again, and then- lighting on something- reaches back and yanks first the butterfly clip and then the hair band out of his hair.

It falls around his face, tumbling over his shoulders in auburn waves, and Hal falls silent mid squawk, staring in fascination. Richard smiles tentatively. “You like Uncle Richard’s hair, don’t you?” he coaxes. “C’mon Hally. Remember how much fun you have-“ a little hand reaches up and grabs a fistful, yanking hard, “- pulling Uncle Richard’s hair?” Richard finishes with a wince, as his phone buzzes again, a reply from Mary lighting up the screen.

Shouldn’t be hungry yet I can leave class tho and come get him

Don’t worry, Richard texts back, eyes watering as Hal attempts to wrest his hair from his skull. Found a distraction. He swipes through to add a photo and takes a quick selfie to send through to Mary.

Mary replies with a quick x, and Richard elects not to distract her further. Instead, he casts about for a way to get Hal to relinquish his hold on Richard’s hair without bursting in to tears again. “You’re probably too small for paints,” he tells Hal. “Aren’t you? I don’t know, I don’t remember being a baby.” He steps over towards the bookshelves. “No picture books. Lots of books about pictures but I don’t think that’s the same thing.” He presses a kiss to Hal’s head, and Hal laughs and promptly smacks Richard’s cheek. He’s surprisingly forceful for something so little- though at least, temporarily, he’s let go of Richard’s hair. Richard shakes his head, trying to get his hair out of his face without having to loosen his grip on Hal. “…I have flour in the kitchen,” Richard says thoughtfully. “We could go and do some drawing in the flour?” Hal, of course, doesn’t have a clue what he’s saying, but he babbles in a manner Richard thinks sounds rather happy and decides to take that as agreement. He carries Hal back downstairs, and then stops rather abruptly at the foot of the stairs. He looks down at Hal. “…are you even old enough to draw?” he asks. “I don’t think you can clap yet, can you? What can you do with your hands?”

Hal reaches up and grabs at Richard’s hair again.

‘Apart from that.” Richard says. He carries Hal into the front room and sits down on the sofa, plonking Hal on his knee. He pulls a funny face, and Hal giggles. He pulls another funny face, and Hal giggles some more. “You’re supposed to engage with babies. Or something. According to the parenting books I filched off your dad when we’d only just found out that you were in your mummy’s tummy.” Richard says. He wishes he had a picture book. Or Anne. He’d like to play peek-a-boo, Hal likes that game, but Hal can only just sit up by himself and Richard is scared that if he puts Hal down, he might hurt himself. He could always go back into the carrier, but it seems a bit mean to trap him in that. “I could tell you a story,” he suggests. “How about that? Once upon a time, there was a village called…the village, and there weren’t any people in the village, it was just a village of doggies, and…”

By the time the doorbell rings around an hour later, Richard’s throat is dry and his voice is crackling, and Hal remains enthralled by the nonsense Richard is telling him despite the fact that Richard cannot recall anything about the story beyond the last few sentences he just told. Richard pauses and gets up to get the door, opening it to reveal a stressed looking Mary.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, coming in as Richard steps out of her way. Hal immediately leans out of Richard’s arms to reach for her and Mary takes him, cuddling him and giving him a kiss on the head. “Henry should’ve just told them he couldn’t come to the stupid meeting- he sent me a message to let me know you had Hal about ten minutes after you did—”

“It’s alright, Mary, I don’t mind. Hal’s a darling.” Richard assures her, as the darling in question reaches up to try and pull his mother’s hair out of its bun.

“Still.”

“Do you want a cup of tea?” Richard asks, because Mary looks like she needs one.

“Yes please,” she replies, and follows Richard into the kitchen. “Are you alright? You look done in- and you’re in your pyjamas, were you sleeping before—?” Richard glances down at himself, surprised. He had forgotten that he’d changed.

“I, ah, may have pulled a couple of all-nighters,” he says. “Anne hasn’t been here I haven’t really been sleeping, and I had some work I got into the swing of doing.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll take Hal home now- “

“There’s no need to rush, I liked having him.” Richard yawns behind his hand and opens three wrong cupboards before finding the teabags. “You know Anne and I said we were happy to babysit, and we meant it. I mean, a little more warning next time, but Hal and I were good, weren’t we Hal?”

Hal babbles. Mary smiles. Richard makes tea, and Mary sits Hal back down in his carrier so that they can drink it together.

Richard is fast asleep on the sofa before either of them have finished a cup.

[choupichoups]

Blue [1/2]

Prompt: soulmate au

Eliott’s world has always been black and white. 

He’s not even being dramatic— he’s already seven years old, he’s too old to be dramatic. 

“That’s not the green marker!” He hears the teacher hiss out, exchanging quick whispers with the poor assistant who’d come running inside the room only minutes earlier. Looking up at the commotion, Eliott stares at the assistant’s bewildered expression and immediately determines that the girl is one of the lucky ones with the syndrome. 

The fancy adults call it the Soul Syndrome. Eliott likes to call it the Annoying Syndrome. 

“Can I borrow your red?” One of the few students still remaining in school taps him on the shoulder and Eliott shrugs, pushing his bucket of paint tubes forward. He can’t tell which one’s red and he’s too lazy to read the labels. 

You see, about forty percent of the world’s population are born with the Syndrome— the condition has them seeing in complete black and white until their one true love comes along, pokes them in the face, and suddenly the world bursts into colour. So basically Eliott has to put in the extra effort to make contact with everyone he meets just in case one of them happens to be his soulmate.

Eliott just wants to paint pretty pictures. It’s honestly very inconvenient. 

And what if his soulmate doesn’t show up until he’s like, ninety years old? How is he supposed to differentiate between a broccoli and a cauliflower meanwhile, huh? It makes eating his mama’s disgusting vegetables all the more stressful than it already is. 

He stands from his seat, looking out the window to check if his parents have already arrived, having to squint at the plate numbers on the parked cars because he obviously doesn’t know what colour their car is. He has to repeatedly memorize new plate numbers, especially when his dad is the weirdo with a strange obsession with exchanging cars every so often. Again, very stressful. 

The after school program only runs until a certain time, because teachers apparently don’t live in their classrooms (they eat and live lives outside of torturing students with big numbers and words with too many letters) and Eliott always ends up being one of the last students left in school. His parents work for the same company very far away from where they live and Eliott understands that they try their best to come early but he gets really bored of staying in one place all the time. 

No one can blame him for sneaking out of the classroom while the supervising teacher freaks out over her markers. 

He takes his bucket of paint tubes and the half finished artwork with him so he can finish up without the distracting screeches from the adults. He’s peacefully walking along the quiet hallway when one of the classroom doors slams open and a small child rams right into Eliott, careless like a spooked puppy. 

The impact has him losing grip of everything in his hold and Eliott falls on his bum on top of that. Honestly, can he just live one day without stress? The tubes are probably scattered all over the hallway and he can hear his bucket still clanging obnoxiously against the floor as it rolls and rolls and rolls. 

Eliott huffs, opens his eyes-- and almost screams immediately after.

The wide eyed boy huddled in front of him is not in black and white. 

In fact, nothing is in black and white. 

Eliott doesn’t know exactly what he’s seeing, but he’s certain that this is what colour looks like. 

The other boy’s eyes are swimming with tears but Eliott decides that no other colour can be as pretty as it is. 

“That’s ugly,” the other boy says, sniffing into his sleeves, pretty eyes trained on Eliott’s unfinished painting. 

Eliott looks down at it and, well, yes it’s a little ugly now but hey, it was really nice in black and white. He frowns, defensive over his ugly painting. “It’s called abstract.” He enunciates carefully, saying it exactly how his papa describes the other ugly paintings in their house. It’s the biggest word he knows so he’s hoping it might impress his soulmate. 

His soulmate doesn’t look impressed. 

“I don’t care, I don’t know what that means.” 

Eliott pouts. Great, even his soulmate is stressful. The other boy looks around in wonder, eyes eventually catching and lingering on Eliott’s shoelaces. His mama’s the one who fixes his shoelaces for him, Eliott only now sees how very bright the colours on them are. 

“What colour are those?” The little boy points at his shoes.

“I don’t know,” Eliott answers truthfully. “I just saw them now too.” 

“Oh.”

The big double doors of the front entrance slides open and Eliott immediately recognizes his mama as one of the two adults approaching. The other lady has very long hair and eyes almost as pretty as his soulmate’s. 

Eliott looks at the boy and asks frantically, “What’s your name?”

The boy blinks back at him. “Lucas.” 

Eliott’s lips spread into a big, toothy smile, standing up and dusting off his hands to make sure they’re clean enough before taking Lucas’ hand to pull him off the floor as well. Now that they’re standing upright, Eliott notices how teeny tiny his soulmate actually is. He giggles in delight. 

“Eliott!” His mama calls out, and Eliott gapes at the very bright colour tinting the bottom part of his mama’s hair. “What are you doing outside the classroom?” 

“But mama—”

“Lucas, what’s wrong baby?” The other lady asks, kneeling down to coo at her son. Eliott looks over to see the tears back in Lucas’ eyes. 

It’s official— seeing his soulmate cry is the worst thing in the world. Even worse than brussel sprouts. 

“I was napping and then I woke up alone in the classroom!” Lucas blubbers out, sniffing as tears pour down his face. “I thought you forgot about me,” he finishes off, looking miserable. 

Lucas’ mom reaches out but Eliott is closer so he takes it upon himself to wrap the smaller boy into his arms, copying the way his parents hug him every time he feels sad. It’s always the best feeling in the world so he wants to share it with his Lucas. 

“Don’t cry, Lulu, even if they forget you, I won’t!” 

“I don’t even know you,” Lucas muffles into his shoulder and goodness gracious it’s just Eliott’s luck to have a soulmate so rude. No manners, this one. 

“I’m Eliott!” He pulls away to place a big kiss on Lucas’ forehead. “I’ll be here from now on, so don’t ever cry again, okay?”

Lucas just looks at him with his big, shiny eyes and slowly shuffles away, hiding behind his mother’s skirt. Eliott pouts. 

His mama is laughing at him. Both of their mamas are laughing actually. 

“Did you make a friend, Lucas?” Lucas’ mom asks, running a hand through her son’s hair. 

“I’m not just his friend, he’s gonna marry me,” Eliott says as he walks around collecting all the paint back inside his bucket. He hears a strange sound behind him and sees the two women bent over in laughter. Adults are so weird. His eyes move down to Lucas but he can only see little hands gripping tightly onto the long haired lady’s skirt. 

“Come on, Eliott, let’s go home.” His mama holds out a hand for him but Eliott frowns— he knows that voice. She doesn’t believe what he’s saying. Eliott will show them. 

Peeking around the other lady’s skirt, Eliott mumbles a polite, “Excuse me,” as he goes to search for Lucas’ pretty eyes again. “I’ll give this to you,” he says, all firm and serious like his papa pretends to be during work parties. 

Lucas looks down at the painting. “No, thank you.”

“What, why?”

“It’s still ugly.”

“I said it’s abstract.” Eliott stomps his foot. He hears a snort from above them but his eyes are glued on Lucas. He frowns, feeling himself tear up out of frustration— how does he convince Lucas to accept his token of love?

The painting gets taken from him so quickly that Eliott thinks he’s accidentally dropped it, but when he looks up, Lucas’s hugging it in his arms, eyebrows all scrunched up in concern. 

“Don’t cry,” Lucas says. “It’s not that ugly, I guess.”

Aha. Eliott knew it. He’s going to be a world-renowned painter one day. 

“Okay, Eliott, we really have to go, your dad’s waiting.” His mama takes the bucket of paint with one hand and drags Eliott away with the other.

“Wait!”

“You’ll see Lucas again on Monday.”

“Wait, I have to do something!” Eliott wiggles out of her hold and runs back to Lucas, who’s studying Eliott’s painting with his mama. 

“Lucas!” 

The little boy looks up, confused that Eliott’s back again. Eliott runs straight at him, knowing that his mama really wants to go home now so he’s got to hurry.

He stops in front of his soulmate, grinning big and bright, before leaning in to smack a quick kiss on his lips, just like he’s seen in those Disney movies. 

Lucas promptly bursts out crying. 

Eliott plays with his paintbrushes on the way home. They’re all dried now so it doesn’t stain when he runs his fingers over the bristles. 

Noticing that one of them looks almost the same (not as bright, not as sparkly) as Lucas’ eyes, he bounces up in his seat to ask, “Mama, what colour is this?” He shoves the paintbrush in between the two front seats, wiggling the tinted brush around. 

His papa takes a deep breath and his mama smiles. They do their weird eye contact juju where they don’t speak but somehow smile and nod at each other anyway. Adults are weird. 

“That’s blue.”

“You like that colour, Eliott?” His papa asks, looking like he’s about to cry for some reason. Eliott hopes he’s not sad cause then Eliott will be sad and it just won’t be a fun Friday night for anyone.

“Yes!” He answers, giddy as he thinks about his cute soulmate. “It’s my favourite.”

“Do we have a name?” Papa whispers towards Mama. 

“Lucas,” Mama responds and Eliott perks up at the mention of the name.

“I’m gonna marry him!” He declares to no one in particular, running his eyes over his paintbrush. Blue blue blue. 

“When are you planning to do that?” Papa chuckles.

“On Monday.” 

The chuckles turn to choking. Papa must have breathed wrong, it happens to Eliott sometimes too. “How ‘bout we slow down a bit, huh, little man?”

“But I already kissed him, we can marry now.”

“What?” 

“Long story,” Mama says, rolling her eyes as she smiles. “Maybe wait a little before marrying him, hm baby?”

“Why?” 

“Because he’s too young.”

“Why?” 

“He’s not a big boy yet, not like you.” 

“Oh, ok. I’ll just keep kissing him then!”

Papa makes a weird, squeaky noise. “Maybe wait for that too.” 

“Why?”

“Remember, Eliott, too young.” 

“When should I kiss him?”

There’s a short silence, with Eliott watching his parents make tight lips and wide eyes at each other, shaking their heads and nodding at odd intervals. He’d be concerned if this didn’t happen on a regular basis.  

“Wait until he’s... fifteen.” Papa flounders. Mama rolls her eyes, knocking her head back into the seat while Papa shrugs helplessly. 

Eliott frowns, that’s so long. But for Lucas, he’ll wait. He has manners and such.

Then maybe Lucas won’t cry next time since he’ll be a big boy like Eliott. 

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

Small Surprises

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader Prompt: Classified follow-up

“Are you sure you don’t want me to cancel? Phil wouldn’t-”

You swiftly cut off Luke’s protestations, holding a hand up as you coughed violently into the toilet. “I’m fine.” You croaked unconvincingly, groaning softly as the nausea intensified, the room swaying around you as you clutched tightly onto Luke’s hand.

He sighed softly, knowing full well there was no chance of reasoning with you. After all these years, he knew better than ever trying to change your mind.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked quietly, his fingers gently caressing your skin as he carefully brushed back the hair from your face.

You shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut to savour the soothing sensations. A moan of relief escaped your lips as you sank back into Luke’s protective hold, the dizziness finally subsiding as your stomach settled.

“I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.” You reasoned. “Why don’t you go to pick up Phil? I’ll sort myself out here.”

Luke hesitated for a moment, seemingly reluctant to leave your side. “I hate seeing you sick.”

The concern in his tone was immensely touching, prompting you to flash him a reassuring smile.

“I’m fine. Phil needs us.” You murmured softly, leaning into his touch as he pressed a tender kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”

Luke nodded, finally surrendering to your wishes as he left you alone in the bathroom. You could hear his disgruntled mutterings throughout the apartment before he finally departed, the door shutting behind him.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you dug through the cupboards to find the small paper bag you had carefully hidden earlier. The fear of holding the test in your hands almost paralysing as you stared down nervously at it.

You were pregnant.

It was if the entire world stopped for a moment. The breath stolen from your lungs as your body absorbed the shock of your discovery. Your head swum with questions as you tried to come to terms with the revelation.

How could this have happened?

Of course, you knew exactly how it had happened. In fact, it shouldn’t have been a surprise at all considering the heat and passion that had consumed your relationship with Luke. But, neither of you had ever considered this unexpected turn of events given you had taken the necessary precautions.

Your lips slowly turned upwards, a smile creeping across your face as you thought about breaking the news to your boyfriend. He was going to be a father. He’d be over the moon.

A stifled yawn escaped your mouth as the exhaustion of the day began to sink in. After all, it wasn’t every day you found out you were going to be a parent. You glanced at the clock. Perhaps you did have time for a nap. Luke wouldn’t be back from picking up Phil for at least an hour. And you’d have to wait to tell him the news anyway.

You slowly sank down onto the sofa, smiling softly as your hand rested tentatively on your stomach. Maybe things could work out after all…

“I can see why Alvez was so fond of you.” Michael commented, flashing you a wicked grin as you struggled to crawl away from his approaching footsteps. “I noticed by the way, the way he looked at you. We all noticed.”

A loud gasp escaped your lips as dragged you backwards by your hair, sending you flying across the room with a painful blow to the face.

“It’s sweet to see you reunited again.” He told you mockingly, crouching down to examine the damage he had inflicted. “Was it him you confided in this time? Did you tell him about Omar?”

“Go to hell.” You spat viciously, managing to land a successful slap to his face. A menacing growl echoed around the room as he held his stinging cheek.

“You’re going to pay for that Y/N. I’m going to-”

You woke up with a start, your chest heaving as sweat trickled down your face. Tears stung your eyes painfully as you attempted to catch your breath, frantically searching the room for any sign of intrusion. You were alone.

A choked sob escaped your lips as you buried your face in your hands. It had been so long since the last nightmare, you have begun to hope that you’d escaped their darkness entirely.

But they always seemed to find a way back.

Was it a coincidence that familiar fears had crept back in with your pregnancy? What if you couldn’t protect your baby…

Your inner turmoil was abruptly interrupted by the opening of the door, Luke and Phil’s laughed echoing around the apartment as they stepped across the threshold. A quiet gasp was stifled against your hands as you quickly wiped the tears from your eyes, forcing yourself to swallow the fears that threatened to spill over.

They couldn’t find out what troubled you.

“Hey! Are you feeling any better?” Phil greeted brightly, throwing you a curious glance as he settled in the living room. “Luke told me that you weren’t-”

“I’m fine.” You replied swiftly, shrugging off his concern as you rose from the sofa, eager to escape the inevitable onslaught of questions from the two men. “It’s nice to see you Phil.” You murmured quietly, forcing a smile onto your lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Luke asked, the concern evident in his voice as he outstretched his arm towards you in an attempt to halt your escape effort.

Clearly, you had done a poor job at hiding your distress.

“Of course.”

The lie tasted bitter in your mouth.

“I’ve never seen Luke so happy.”

You almost jumped in surprise at Phil’s voice, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to notice him slipping into the kitchen.

It was lovely to see him again. In fact, despite the slight awkwardness over dinner, the whole reunion had been rather enjoyable. It was obvious that Luke was still a little confused by your odd behaviour, however Phil’s company had provided not only a distraction but also a warmth that seemed to melt away at least some of your fears.

“I’m couldn’t be happier for you both.” Phil murmured; his eyes filled with an incredible softness as he took your hand in his. “After everything you’ve been through, I’ve never met two more deserving people.” He paused for a moment as if debating whether to speak his next words. “Whatever’s bothering you. You can tell him.”

So, he knew something was wrong then.

Your vision blurred as tears swelled in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you sniffled quietly. “Thank you Phil.” You managed to choke out the words, gently squeezing his hand in appreciation. “That means a lot.”

It only took a week for you to finally break.

It had been an immensely difficult case and the increasingly tense atmosphere between yourself and Luke definitely hadn’t helped. You knew he only meant well as he worried about your wellbeing, his hand gently caressing your back as you crouched on the bathroom floor. But instead of feeling reassured by his presence, you found yourself feeling irritated and smothered by his concern.

Perhaps it was the guilt of keeping secrets from him once again…

After yet another argument, caused by Luke daring to suggest you take a sick day, you had stormed out of the office eagerly accepting Prentiss’s offer to join her and JJ in the field. It felt as if the space and the cool air might help clear your head.

How wrong you had been…

You hadn’t thought when you’d thrown yourself in front of the child, a desperate attempt to shield her from the unhinged unsub wielding a gun. All you knew was that every instinct in your body told you protect her.

The stinging bullet wound on your arm was a reminder of how stupid you had been…

The door slammed shut as Luke came flying into the room, you glanced up and immediately burst into tears at his panicked expression. All the memories of the past came flooding back.

Luke shook his head firmly, his eyes stinging painfully as tears began to blur his vision. “Y/N… please don’t leave me.” He choked out, his voice breaking as his eyes locked with yours in a silent plea. “Not now.”

His fell silent as an agonised splutter ripped through your throat, his hand reaching up to tenderly cup your cheek.

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“I’m- I’m- I’m so sorry!” You choked out, tears blurring your vision as Luke gently wrapped his arms around your waist. “I didn’t mean to-”

The hysterical sobs stole the words from your mouth, your body shaking as Luke held you even closer, his grip tightening protectively around your body. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He murmured softly, brushing his lips tenderly against your forehead. “What happened?”

You knew he was trying to contain his fear, his anger at the situation. It was natural for him to be concerned, only once had you acted so rashly and look how that had turned out. So, after everything that had happened, how could you have been so stupid?

How could you be keeping secrets again?

Luke gently cupped your cheek in his hand, forcing you to face his concerned eyes. “You can tell me anything Y/N. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

You held your breath slightly, lifting your hand to gently press against his chest. His warmth and slow heartbeat were reassuring beneath your fingertips. His words were so sincere, his tender touch so comforting that you summoned up the bravery to speak.

“I’m pregnant.”

The confession was slightly muffled as you buried your face in his shirt, seeking his warmth. However, you could feel his body tense beneath your touch at your words. The revelation slowly sinking in.

It took everything in your power to brave glancing up at his face. “Luke?”

He looked slightly stunned for a moment, before a gentle smile slowly crept across his face and his hand tenderly rested upon your stomach.  

“I love you.”

Before you could respond, his head dipped to capture your lips in a slow and passionate kiss, his arms wrapping protectively around your body as the awe of the moment sunk in.

You were going to be parents.

“What did you say about never keeping secrets again?” Luke grumbled against your lips, chuckling softly as you flashed him a playful scowl. “Seriously, you’ll be a great mom.” He murmured, ignoring your protests as he pressed hungry kisses across your neck.

“Phil is going to be over the moon.” You giggled, your fingers entwining in his short dark curls as he eagerly backed you up against the wall. His responding laugh echoed around the room as his hands began to tease the buttons of your shirt undone.

It seemed like you had a lot to celebrate.  

[paulieshore]

Part 6: As She Laid There

Part 6: As She Laid There

Warnings: None

Characters: Lucien, Kiro, Mc, Mentions: Gavin, Victor, Anna, Minor, Kiki

Word Count: 1697

Loveland Charity Event (series)

 Just your luck, tonight you concoct a plan to avoid having to think about boys, this one being one of them…..

 “Just come out for drinks with some co-workers, it’s been a stressful week.” You answered nonchalantly.

Lucien picked up quickly that you had a fair amount of alcohol tonight, your words seemed slurred and you had a bit of a sway even as you stood still.

“I see, you should be careful not to drink so much. Drink lots of water and eat something not so greasy, you’ll thank me tomorrow for it,” Lucien advised.

“Okay, will do!” You answered quickly without even saying goodbye. Grabbing your order from the bar trying not to seem so conspicuous and rush back to Minor and Kiki. You didn’t bother to look back, Lucien always seemed mysterious, popping up where you were. Alcohol plus Lucien spelled out trouble to you, as much as you felt guilty for just ditching after a quick bump in, the last thing you wanted was more drama added to your already hectic week.

You got back to the table where the three of you were sitting, Minor diving into the chicken, and Kiki going on about how it’s time to go home. You didn’t want to go though, not just yet, going home meant the night was over.

<30 Minutes later>

After getting Kiki and Minor into a cab you wanted to walk home to help sober up, only to your dismay, seemed Lucien too was walking home. What timing, feeling bad for being rude earlier you took this opportunity to walk and talk with Lucien home (you were neighbours after all). Plus, it seemed safer then walking home alone under the influence anyways.

The walk home wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, Lucien seemed well behaved keeping the teasing to a minimum. You two talked about the charity event coming up, confirming the timings, and what time he should pick you up. Taking a couple jabs at you for being a light weight, or a silly girl for thinking you could walk home alone.  You both talked until reaching your door, you were saying, “goodnight and thank you for walkin--….”

When, Lucien reached out and tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear. You froze, no more words came from your mouth. You instantly felt your body temperature rise, Lucien gave you that usual smile of his as his finger glided from the back of your ear, down your neck to resting his large warm hand on your shoulder. This sent goose-bumps all over your body like wild fire.

“You know, if your ever feel stressed and are needing a friend to talk too, you can always call me. Ill listen and help in any way I can.” Lucien’s voice was low and captivating.

You were mesmerized, staring into his eyes, his face came closer and closer, out of reflex you closed your eyes, anticipating. You felt soft and warm lips pressed lightly to your forehead before parting.

You opened your eyes to see Lucien grinning, holding back a laugh, “Were you expecting more?”

You shook your head perversely, he only laughed out loud then before leaving you before your door as he entered his own home. You quickly came to your senses and fumbled into your apartment, your knees felt wobbly, heart beating 100 miles per hour. Thinking to cool yourself from what just happened you went into the bathroom for a cold shower. How were you always winding up in such situations….

<Next day 2 days till the event>

Another restless night, on top of that you were hung over, practically dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to work. Upon arriving at your company, you ran into a very worried Anna, you asked what was going on.

“Our actor for todays shoot has cancelled last minute! Were due to shoot by noon!” She explained hurriedly.

At this point you thought your head might actually explode, frantically searching within your throbbing mind for some resolve to this problem. Anna and you called a quick morning meeting to discuss what to do, Minor chimes in about Gavin covering for the shoot. You thought about it only briefly, but considering Gavin hasn’t been answering you as of late, you thought best not to bug him. Kiki makes a suggestion about bringing Lucien in (winking at you when she says his name) you decline almost immediate, after last night you needed some space to sort your head out. Given Lucien and you are supposed to attend the charity event Friday. Feeling over-whelmed with everything you pick up the phone to call Victor, then as you were scrolling to Victors contact your finger glides over Kiro’s.

Yes! Kiro!

You hit dial and dashed out of the board room, anxiously waiting for an answer.

Nothing. You really felt like crying at this point. Then your phone begins to ring in hand, KIRO!

“You have no idea how happy I am you called back!” Holding back the tears, you were afraid they would burst.

“Hey Miss Chips! Long time no see, you alright?”

No, you were not alright but you had to seize this moment while it was here.

“I’m in a bit of a bind if I’m honest, our actor for today has cancelled and we have no one!” You bluntly lay it down hoping Kiro picked up what you were putting down.

“Gosh that sucks, is there anything I can help you with?” Kiro’s voice remained just as enthused.

You pause before asking, understanding Kiro’s busy schedule and the fact you didn’t bother getting back to him the other day. You cautiously went on.

“I’m sorry I never got back to you the other day, its been a week….” Pausing momentarily

“I could really use your help, and, and!! Ill make it up to you, twice over!!” You finish.

There was a silence on the other end before Kiro finally spoke, “I’m sorry but I can’t.”

You could feel the tears breaching the threshold of your eyes, today of all days, then.

“hahaha, I’m just kidding of course ill help! Super hero Kiro to the rescue!” hysterically.

If Kiro was standing in front of you right this moment you probably would have slapped him.

“Miss Chips? You there? I was kidding, just getting you back for not getting back to me the other day! Please don’t be mad! Just tell me what I got to do and I’ll make sure to be there!” His voice breaks your thoughts.

You explain the details to him and return to the board room to inform every one of the changes. Noon rolls around and Kiro and his agent appear to do the shoot, everything goes smoothly better than expected considering how you felt like death. After the wrap up Kiro approaches you.

“Wow you really don’t look well” He looks at you sympathetically.

You tell him about your plan to let loose last night and he laughs at you for not handling your’ drink. Before setting off Kiro tells you, to make up for not getting back to him and for today, you had to game out with him tonight after work. Not being able to say no considering the circumstances, you tell him sure and part ways. The day goes by slow, seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. How you hated hangovers, in the back of your mind you could hear Lucien almost vividly saying ‘I told you so’.

Finally, the day was done, you couldn’t wait to get home to have a nap before meeting up with Kiro at the agreed time and place. You woke from your nap later then planned, no time for dinner you jump into the shower and quickly get ready. You check your phone and sent Kiro a quick ‘I’m on my way’ message. Hailing a cab and making your way to one of Kiro’s homes, you’d been to this one previously, Kiro travelled lots but this place had the largest of his music instrument collections.

You arrived a couple minutes later then agreed, but none the less you were there. Kiro answered the door as excited as a puppy, dragging you in before you could apologise for being a little late. You realised quickly when he dragged you into the big living room what tonight’s plans were. There was snacks galore, a big 90inch tv, a game console with two wireless controllers sitting on the glass coffee table and on the screen of the tv; showed a very popular game.

The evening was going pretty good, time flew quickly, considering you had napped earlier you were feeling rather tired, little by little dosing off.

Kiro noticed Mc getting quieter and quieter, the side of her screen on the tv completely stopped. He looked over at the girl who was supposed to be gaming with him, asleep. He couldn’t help but smile, *she was always hustling and bustling with work and stress she probably hasn’t had much rest lately*, he thought.

Afraid to wake her and send her off, Kiro took it upon himself to lift her from her spot on the floor in-front of the TV and place her on the sofa. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do but letting her rest was most important. He gently picked her up careful not to wake her as he slowly raised her from the floor. Walking over to the sofa just on the other side of the table, against the wall that was covered in all his popular best-selling records. He laid her down and couldn’t get his arm from around the back of her shoulders. Finding himself crouching awkwardly only inches away from her face, he slowed his breathing. Completely lost in thought, she looked so peaceful, so innocent, his sight fell upon her lips. They glowed a soft creamy pink and were parted only just slightly, he felt his cheeks begin to burn. An instant desire to claim her lips as she laid there…..

 To Be Continued

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[birdofwords]

Journal/life writing-

They keep saying writing may help, so.

I have already been dealing with depression and anxiety for most of my life. This a new kind I don’t know how to work with.

I keep unconsciously holding it all in, gotta stay stable, but eventually it bursts out and all that fear and sadness and restlessness and noisy brain hits me at once.

Woke up ok, slept poorly the night before. Called about having my meds delivered. Because of insurance issues, I ran out of my main anti-depressant and have been without it for two weeks. Just bupropion, and clonopin as needed.

I use the clonopin a lot more than I used to but I try to limit it to after work or just as a sleep aid. Lately it’s not working as a sleep aid. I have the smallest possible dose, so I may start taking two when I need it.

Tried to dye my hair auburn. It’s barely noticeable. Took a nap, woke up immediately irritable and on the verge or tears. Tried to push it down by going out with Patrick for groceries. Saw a huge truck with a tent over one end, parked in front of the funeral home down the block from us. The first grocery store had a line outside so we went to another. And when we got home I washed my hands, put the food away, then went into the bedroom and cried. I am at least lucky to have Patrick to sit with me and rub my back as I just sort of crumpled over on the bed.

There’s different kinds of crying, I’ve experienced many of them. This was hopeless crying...it’s not the worst kind, but it’s up there. The moment I got it all out and began to stabilize I got a single intrusive thought, “I could kill myself”, but recognized it and put it away.

If you’re curious, what I consider the worst kind of crying from experience, is grief over a tragedy.

I could list all the things running through my mind. How many people in my neighborhood have died? What will we do if one of us gets it? What if our neighbor upstairs dies? The world is bad, getting worse, and is never going to get better. A few weeks ago our neighbor was taken away in an ambulance with trouble breathing. I asked if I could help. His wife asked me to stand outside their door and make sure their cat didn’t escape while she went to give her insurance information. I stood in the hallway, staring numbly at my silhouette flashing in the red light from the ambulance, listening to their little girl sobbing inside the apartment. I did some of that hopeless crying there, too.

Am I acting neurotic? I get random urges to check up on someone I hate, something I started to try quitting literally just before quarantine. I want to know, because I hope she’s miserable, I hope she lost her job, I hope her engagement broke off, I hope he’s cheating on her, I hope she’s gaining more weight. Am I petty, am I mean?

I have no one to talk to about this. There are people I -can- talk to, but no one who can talk to me the way I need them to. All my friends except my best friend think it’s all far behind, so long ago, it’d be ridiculous if I was still holding on to all that hatred. But it’s my worst flaw, and I don’t know if they know that.

Am I a bad person. People feel it’s not bad to hate someone who hurt you, but many think that there’s a line in how much you hate them. There are things I have sincerely wished upon her that I will probably never say because I don’t think anyone will be able to hear it and not become worried about me. There were things I could have done, and wanted to do, that would have crossed the line for many people. But the line is pretty far away for me. It wasn’t a matter of if I thought it was wrong, it was a matter of not wanting to get in trouble. Am I bad person if I only hate bad people, but the way I hate them goes beyond regular anger.

What if all of this wishing for bad things turns it all onto me. What if everything I’m feeling is because I’m a bad person and I deserve bad things, and so what if things around me start falling apart. What if every bad thing everyone has ever said about me is true. What if every bad thing I want to happen to her, happens to me instead.

I cannot talk about or think about how my dog is getting old and she’s with my parents and I don’t know when I’ll see her again. It just breaks me down completely.

I’m frustrated and sad for my brother’s girlfriend because he was about to buy a ring for her just before this all happened. I’m worried my nephew won’t know who I am, or once he’s old enough to remember me, I’ll just be some distant relative he only sees once in a while. 

I’m worried I’ll lose my job any minute. I’m worried this is going to be the entire year. I’m angry for not being more productive. Barely writing, and if I am it’s only practice and nothing real. I’m not exercising, barely going outside, not getting any sun.

I’m trying to grow basil again. I sweep the garden when it’s warm out. This is one of the things that calm me down.

They say gratitude and little things you like can help, so.

I’m grateful that Patrick is with me and helping a lot around the house. I’m grateful that we’re always making each other laugh. I’m grateful that my family and friends are healthy. I’m grateful that I escaped unemployment and got this job just in time.

Since I’m working from home, I can nap over my lunch break. I mentioned the garden. Sometimes we hear the 6-year-old girl upstairs running back and forth, and it doesn’t annoy me, it makes me laugh. The Game Grumps are still putting out episodes; they have helped me chill out and laugh a lot for years. I’m working on an artsy coloring book and almost done with a page that’s sort of a mandala of fish. About once a month, Patrick hosts our Starfinder game online with Roll20, so I get to be with friends a bit and enjoy the roleplaying. Animal Crossing is keeping me busy and calm.

I’m taking singing lessons again with Marco, online...it’s different, but not bad. It’s still fun, it’s still engaging and interesting, and Marco is generally just a pleasure to talk to and work with.

I hope that at some point things will be safe enough that we can go out a little, because I think I’d like to take another try at learning guitar again.

It’s been about an hour; 1:45am. I took another clonopin a minute ago. I’m gonna try to sleep.

[hinabes]

Cheese’s Backstory

Another facet to the Pizza trio’s story. Read the other two to get the full scope of what’s going on.

[ Cassata ]

[ Pizza ]

Warmth

“Ahh~ I’m stuffed~”

I pat my belly——bulging from being stuffed with food, and joyously returned to my napping Master Attendant. Due to her sickly body, only under the afternoon sunlight do her pale, thin cheeks show the warmth of life.

“So sleepy…”

Leaned against Master Attendant’s bed, I yawned and dozed off under the warm sunlight.

When I woke up, Master Attendant was happily chatting it up with another Food Soul.

This guy who always talks about this and that with Master Attendant is Pizza.

He’s the Food Soul of the King of this kingdom, my Master Attendant’s father.

Pizza visits Master Attendant every day, always bringing with him a small daisy for the vase by Master Attendant’s bed.

The daisy is Master Attendant’s favorite flower, and the King even made it the national flower to honor that.

That’s why daisies are planted throughout the castle grounds, every blossom like a little piece of joy, piecing together this little kingdom.

Of course, there’s another reason for Master Attendant to be overjoyed. Every time he visits her, he brings with him new stories about the kingdom and the outside world.

This is something that I cannot accomplish, always being by Master Attendant’s side.

Even though Master Attendant is the Princess of the kingdom, rarely does she leave her quarters.

Not for lack of desire, rather due to inability.

Being weak since birth, her naturally sickly body has always been feeble.

The King worries that the noisy atmosphere of the castle would interfere with her rest, and thus restricted her to the most secluded, quiet corner of the castle, awaiting doctors to treat her.

It is for that reason too that the King, busy with royal duties, isn’t free to visit his daughter, ever absent from her upbringing, in addition to her having long since lost her mother.

Alas, Master Attendant never expresses her woes to me, always silently gazing at the view outside the window.

And whenever there’s a disturbance, she immediately looks towards the still-closed door in anticipation.

She’s always awaiting a visit from the King, I know that much.

Like a representative of the King, as his Food Soul, Pizza’s visits have become ever more frequent.

One day, Pizza didn’t visit unexpectedly, and Master Attendant nervously questioned me.

“Why isn’t Pizza here yet? Has something happened to Father?”

“No way! Pizza probably just sneaked out to have fun, and hasn’t returned yet! Hmm, perhaps he’s being chased around by the stray dogs outside the castle grounds as we speak.”

“Is that so…”

Master Attendant’s response cements her expression of disappointment, her words in a completely different tone than when chatting and joking with Pizza.

But why? I’m making the same type of funny remarks as Pizza.

Master Attendant’s focus is always on Pizza, even though I’m by her side every day, I just can’t reassure her so.

What should do to make her happy?

I pondered for a long time and even started imitating Pizza’s every silly sentence, every childish tic.

“Eh? Cheese, why are you staring at me?”

As if he felt my gaze, Pizza cupped his head in his hands, sitting across from me, smile brighter than ever.

“I wasn’t~”

“Cheese, you eat so much cheesecake, you sure you’re not gonna get fat? … Hmm……”

Stuck between getting mad and laughing, I shoved the remaining cheesecake into Pizza’s mouth.

“How could you be so rude to a fair, young girl such as I!”

“Ughhhh...Ack……”

Choking on cake, Pizza couldn’t say a word.

His funny expression, however, caused Master Attendant to burst into laughter, as rarely as she does.

Of course, that wasn’t all that delighted me.

“Hehe, that’s right, little Cheese here is so adorable, how could she ever get fat~”

Master Attendant reached out to me, gesturing for me to sit beside her.

I couldn’t help but be overcome by a wave of warmth.

“Hmph! That’s right! I’m a magical girl, desserts are the source of my magic power!”

“Yes, it’s all thanks to Cheese’s magic, I feel my body improving every day~”

I know that I don’t have any magic, and I’m sure Master Attendant knows as well.

But even so, I wave my fork to cast a spell every morning and evening, to send a prayer to the gods above.

A prayer for my Master Attendant to recover soon.

“Yes, I’m sure you’ll recover.”

I gazed at Master Attendant, wishing her the brightest, warmest smiles.

Tears

The gentle breeze of the month of Azure Skies has yet to be sullied by the summer heat, a white dove breaking the stillness of the clear, cloudless sky once in a while.

On this delightful day, Master Attendant was allowed a trip outside, an event ever so rare.

Though calling it a “trip” may be an exaggeration, for all she’s doing is visiting the castle gardens. Spreading out an off-white mat on the ground, laying out the usual afternoon snacks atop it, and it’s basically a picnic.

Even so, Master Attendant was overjoyed and seemed much livelier than usual.

“Master Attendant~ Won’t you try my handmade pastries, it’s filled with a magical girl’s healing powers~”

I retrieved a cheese pastry from the picnic basket and offered it to Master Attendant, eyes focused on her, brimming with anticipation, my tail wagging behind me.

“Being paid so much attention by a magical girl, I’m sure I’ll be cured soon.”

Master Attendant picked up the pastry, smiling wide, echoing my usual mantra, as if she truly believes it’s enough to cure her.

“Your Highness, may we join your picnic~”

“Of course. Take a seat, Pizza, Cassata.”

The ever-punctual daily visitor Pizza appeared, as expected.

However, this time he had company.

The newcomer is Cassata, a Food Soul the King picked up on a trip to the church.

Pizza handed Master Attendant a daisy the same shade as her hair, and sat down beside us.

Cassata, however, kept his distance and remained standing.

“Woah, this pastry is so thick and unevenly shaped, looks so weird.”

“Rude Pizza! I baked it!”

“Hahaha! No wonder, bottoms up~”

“Hold up! You can’t just eat it like that, it’ll taste much better with this sauce~”

“Eh? For real?”

“For real! Master Attendant can root for me.”

Seeing the doubtful Pizza, I winked at Cassata, who has been standing aside perfectly silent all this while.

I’m not as close with Cassata as with Pizza.

Though not for lack of trying, rather I don’t know how to strike up a conversation with him, and his reactions are always so lackluster.

It’s as if I can’t close the distance between us no matter how hard I try.

I’m just not sure how to get along with him.

Though, I find that we’ve come to an agreement regarding messing with Pizza.

Cassata received my signal and pointed at the half-eaten pastry in Master Attendant’s hands.

“Could it be you’re doubting Her Highness, the Princess?”

“... Alright.”

Master Attendant tilted her head and coughed, not saying a word.

Seeing the lack of dissent from Master Attendant, and somewhat concerned over her cough, he inquired no further.

He smeared the chili sauce I prepared over the pastry and took a big bite.

“——HOT!! CHEESE!!! CASSATA!!!!!”

Cassata immediately handed Pizza a glass of water. Grinning eyes filled with tears glanced towards the hysterical me, his face so red from holding back laughter he looked like he was about to pass out.

Master Attendant couldn’t hold back her laughter from this scene anymore, uncontrollable coughs accompanying her giggles.

I wanted to make Master Attendant happy, but seeing her eyes puffing up and reddening, all desire to continue teasing Pizza left me.

Master Attendant… She’s surely in pain right now.

If only… I really had magic capable of healing Master Attendant.

Abandoned

Not long after the picnic, Master Attendant’s condition worsened, and she even started coughing up blood. I dared not leave her side.

The busy King’s visits to her have increased.

The gentle father grasps his daughter's hands, reminiscing their time together in her childhood.

The King occasionally brings up the late Queen as well, but he becomes upset every time, chiding his own inability to fulfill the promise of a healthy life for Master Attendant.

It’s her turn to comfort the King then, telling him to not worry himself too much, that she’ll be fine.

All while I sit on the windowsill, gazing upon the condition of this father and daughter waning day by day, heart filled with just as much worry.

One day, the King arrived in Master Attendant’s room in unexpectedly high spirits.

“I’ve found it! I’ve found a way to cure you!”

“Is that so? Wonderful…”

“Yes.”

“Is it that Vita businessman?”

“Yes, he guaranteed that he’d cure you with his technique!”

Master Attendant has been ill for many years, has tried many techniques, has received many guarantees.

She didn’t have any faith in being cured this time either.

Though, seeing the King in such a good mood, surely Master Attendant is looking forward to it to some extent?

As if responding to the King’s anticipations, Master Attendant’s condition did improve.

She’s now able to go onto the balcony with my help to admire the scenery, a welcome change from the four bland walls of the bedroom.

Even I was convinced now, that this Mr. Vita can truly cure Master Attendant.

Yet good times don’t last, and Master Attendant’s condition worsened again, soon after.

That night, her coughs were more frequent and her throat hoarser than usual.

The blood she coughed up dripped onto her bed, soaking into the velvet.

Then, Master Attendant collapsed.

“Master Attendant! Wait for me Master Attendant! I’m going to look for Mr. Vita right now!”

I dashed out the door, unsure of how to start looking for Mr. Vita.

I’ve never seen this saintly genius, as proclaimed by the King, nor would I know where he would be.

Tears washed into the ground by the downpour, I placed all my bets on the King’s library, yet the guards stopped me from rushing in.

“Your Highness! My King! Don’t stop me! I need to find the King!”

Time is running out, and Master Attendant’s condition is worsening by the minute.

In a last-ditch effort, I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping it would pierce the thick doors.

“YOUR HIGHNESS! The Princess! She’s coughing up blood!!!”

The tightly shut doors burst open, and the King before me seemed like a totally different person than when I saw him a few months ago. His cheeks sallow and withered, he seemed in even worse condition than Master Attendant.

But the situation didn’t allow me time to ponder it, and I gripped the spears the guards were restraining me with and wailed at the King.

“Please… Please save Master Attendant!!”

His usually serious face twisted into an expression of remorse, immediately giving the order to summon Mr. Vita.

He pats my back, trying to calm me down before I return to Master Attendant’s side, yet I just couldn’t.

As if infected by my emotions, the King gritted his teeth and let out an unfinished thought.

“If only I knew sooner……”

I didn’t know what it meant at the time, fully focused on Master Attendant.

I had only the naive belief that there truly was a cure for Master Attendant’s illness.

Companions

Since that day, Master Attendant has been mostly unconscious.

Even though she occasionally opens her eyes, the time she spent awake gradually lessened.

At Master Attendant’s bedside, I glanced at the empty vase, and my breath hitched.

What’s up with Pizza and Cassata?

She’s so ill, yet they won’t visit her!?

On the contrary, it’s the King who’s constantly by Master Attendant’s side now, awaiting her whenever she wakes from her slumber and is with her until she next falls asleep.

The King’s face is filled with wrinkles, sunken eyes making him seem ever unsightly.

His sallow hands gripped hers tightly, always chanting quietly to himself.

“Don’t leave me, my child, I’ve found a cure, I’m sure you’ll get better.”

“Once Mr. Vita’s prepared everything, you’ll be able to live a healthy life like other kids.”

“Even though we might lose Pizza because of this, I just can’t lose you…”

I was surprised at the King’s words. “We might lose Pizza”? Did something really happen to them?

Suddenly, Master Attendant lurched upwards, coughing uncontrollably.

A large scarlet patch stained the white bedsheets.

The King immediately shoved me aside, hugging Master Attendant tightly.

His sunken eyes revealed an expression of hatred.

“You, all of you, you’re all so useless, one couldn’t protect the princess, the other won’t…”

The King didn’t continue, and I dared not ask for the whereabouts of Pizza and Cassata.

The King now was nothing like the kindly King of months past, as if a curse has settled upon him, causing him to spiral into insanity.

“All my fault…”

“If only I could find a cure sooner… If only… Huh? Why isn’t Mr. Vita here yet?”

“Didn’t he say it’d end today? Could it be Pizza’s fault?! Yes! Surely, surely it’s because he wasn’t cooperating…”

The King’s complaints worsened, mouth spewing hateful words all around.

“Father, it’s not Pizza’s fault, nobody’s at fault. You too, you’re the best King in my eyes, the best father… ugh……”

It felt like Master Attendant’s words were a premonition to something.

“That's why, please don’t blame anyone, Father, I hope… ugh… you will remain my kind, gentle father, and keep the gentle smile you always showed me and Mother… my… kind, gentle… father……”

Master Attendant smiled, gazing towards me seated on the ground, my tears flowing uncontrollably.

“Cheese, you have to go with Pizza and Cassata… get along… The days…. I spent with you… I was really happy…”

With a smile, her eyes shut slowly for the very last time.

“No! No! Don’t leave… don’t leave me… please… Open your eyes, my child…”

Unable to accept reality, the King hugged Master Attendant tightly.

Suddenly, the King stood straight up, as if he were possessed.

“I’ll get Mr. Vita here! He’ll have a way, surely, Mr. Vita will save you…”

As soon as the King left, I held Master Attendant’s lifeless body in my arms.

Her features were gentle as ever, the traces of a smile still remaining.

“It’s really gone, I can’t feel that warmth of life anymore.”

Caressing her pale cheeks, I knew, that the contract between us has been severed.

“Master Attendant, did you leave me with happiness?”

The peace brought on by Master Attendant’s passing was soon shattered.

“Quick! Over there!”

Hearing a mess of hurried footsteps outside, I set Master Attendant down on the bed and went out to check.

Only then did I realize that the castle was in a state of chaos.

“What’s going on?”

I questioned a soldier running past.

“Prince Carl’s residence is being attacked, the guards and soldiers are saying the intruders are Pizza and Cassata, they’ve murdered the King and are escaping the grounds right now. Just in case, please keep yourself and the Princess indoors.”

The soldier’s words sounded damned to me.

Murdered the King?!

Impossible! How could Pizza have killed the King?

And why are they at Prince Carl’s residence?

It was unimaginable, just what happened in this span of time?

I still didn’t have the reasons behind the King cursing Pizza either.

What should I do?

I looked everywhere I could think of, yet I still couldn’t find Pizza and Cassata.

Returning, I brought with me a daisy I found, placing it by Master Attendant’s bed.

I’ll be by Master Attendant’s side, this was meant to be.

Yet for some reason, when I glanced upon that daisy, I couldn’t help but recall Pizza’s silly smile.

“Cheese, you have to go with Pizza and Cassata… get along… The days…. I spent with you… I was really happy…”

Master Attendant’s words repeated over and over in my heart.

Suddenly, I remembered a secret tunnel outside I took with them.

That was the only way for me to get outside, always having to be by Master Attendant’s side.

It was also the last hiding spot I could think of.

With that, I bid Master Attendant farewell and ran out once again.

I couldn’t just sit by idly while they were in trouble. I had to find them, and ask them what exactly had happened to this kingdom?

And what happened to them?

I have faith in them and believe that they’ll be safe. No matter what, I will share their burden.

Because we’ve been best friends since the start!

Cheese

Cheese’s Master Attendant was the Princess of a kingdom, with long locks of golden hair the color of cheese along with beautiful features, yet did not receive the favor of the gods.

After the sickly Queen gave birth to the Princess, she died of anemia.

Yet even born through great effort, the Princess inherited the weak physique of her mother. Her body was always feeble, and the King even thought she’d perish at a young age for a time.

And so the King doted on the Princess, giving her his all.

Unable to accompany her due to his busy schedule, the King decided to have Food Souls be her companions.

Thankfully, even though the Princess was physically weak, she had the soul power potential to be a Master Attendant.

And thus, Cheese came into this world.

At the first sight of this adorable girl with big twitching ears, the Princess reached out her hand happily.

“Will you be my friend, Cheese?”

“Only if you’ll play with me, Master Attendant~”

Of course, Cheese understood that the sickly Princess couldn’t always play with her.

But since they were friends, that didn’t matter as she could be with the Princess.

The King’s Food Soul Pizza would visit often too to tell them about the outside world.

Cheese felt that this was a delightful lifestyle.

Then came another Food Soul, named Cassata.

Perhaps it’s due to him, that the Princess could feel reassured letting Cheese venture into the outside world with Pizza and have all the fun she wanted to.

Every time she went outside, she’d bring souvenirs back to the Princess, along with stories about the people and happenings outside.

From the trio’s adventures together to the misadventures of Pizza, Cheese would recount everything in complete detail, and the Princess was always delighted to hear about it.

Cheese always assumed that her, the Princess, Pizza, and Cassata would always live together happily.

When the Princess was cured, they could secretly sneak her out too, and even tour other countries together.

Yet the gods disproved, and the Princess’ condition deteriorated, all the King’s efforts in vain.

In a stroke of luck, the King heard of a man who claimed he’d be able to cure the Princess.

Who would’ve thought that this was the root of it all.

Pizza and Cassata’s mysterious disappearance, the King turning into a stranger.

The day the Princess departed, was the day it all began.

In an aristocratic revolution, the King ended himself over the pain of losing his daughter and the agony of being betrayed by his younger brother.

And so the castle descended into chaos.

In an effort to save their own skin, the nobles shifted all blame to the King’s most trusted Food Souls.

That is, the wanted criminals of guards and soldiers everywhere: Pizza and Cassata.

Due to the Princess’ words to her, Cheese steeled her resolve and left the Princess’ quarters.

She arrived at the secret tunnel, a discovery during a game of hide and seek, unbeknownst to anyone else in the castle.

Later, this became Cheese, Pizza and Cassata’s rendezvous point to the outside.

A secret shared by just the three of them, and Cheese’s only hope.

In the deafening silence of the tunnel, the dark surroundings pushed the girl to her limits.

Her Master Attendant has left her, will her only remaining companions leave her too?

At that thought, she curled up tight, only the sounds of her sobs echoing through the darkness.

After some time, she finally heard a familiar voice.

“Cheese?”

“Pizza?! Cassata!”

Lifting her head, Cheese saw Pizza’s pale face and Cassata’s, dripping with blood.

Not even leaving time to rejoice their reunion, Cheese’s face was already covered in tears.

“You, what’s with the two of you!?”

“Cheese, don’t… don’t cry…”

“Who’s crying! I’d never cry for the likes of you!”

Cheese dried her tears stubbornly.

“Cassata, why are you injured so badly? Are you alright?”

“I’m alright, it looks worse than it is, it’ll heal soon. I just got into a little accident~ Hehe…”

“Were you really at Prince Carl’s residence? And about the King…”

“We…”

Cassata stopped, looking pointedly at the silent Pizza.

“Where the hell did you two go!? The King and Master Attendant, they’re both… dead…”

Pizza remained speechless, he knew Cheese wasn’t kidding, his contract with the King had been severed.

Cassata looked at the distressed Pizza, rubbed Cheese on the head gently, and replied.

“We were at the wrong place at the wrong time, we intruded by mistake. My injuries are due to that too.”

“For real?”

“We didn’t kill the King, believe us.”

Hearing this, Cheese finally relaxed, the dam of her tears breaking down, and cried heartily against Pizza.

Details can come after a good bawling.

Knowing Cheese, Pizza didn’t give her a chance to blurt out her questions, instead immediately asking his once she'd calmed down slightly.

“Why are you here?”

“The Pr… The Princess told me to look for you.”

“What should we do now, Cassata?”

“Let’s leave this place.”

“Leave?!”

“I think, there’s no place for us here anymore…”

“Then, as we’d planned, let’s go on an adventure! Cheese?”

“I… want to go with you.”

As Pizza and Cassata’s eyes met, they filled each other with determination.

Pizza pat Cheese on the back, wiping away her tears.

“Don’t cry anymore, Cheese, let’s move on!”

Cheese wanted to speak, but words got caught in her throat as she heard Pizza proclaim, only managing to nod furiously.

No matter what, she didn’t want the two before her to leave her.

Pizza and Cassata were the only friends she had left.

[sunshineandpeterparker]

The time Peter understood why Mr. Stark overreacts

Morgan was now two years old and Tony still couldn't believe it been so long and he still has so much to learn. He feels like it was just a few days ago that she was a baby who still needed neck support in her father's arms, helpless and new to the world.

Tony found himself to be pretty lucky when it came to Morgan. She was all he could ever dream of a child. She was the cutest, most beautiful sweetheart, and she was so smart already and so full of love. Not far off from her big brother Peter.

Tony found himself to be pretty lucky with Peter too. The very day Peter had found out Pepper was pregnant Peter loved Morgan. So, when it came to needing a babysitter or when Tony just needed some extra help while pepper was gone, Peter was always there to help.  

Today was one of those days where Tony needed some help. Morgan was having a bit of a moody day since she woke up. Pepper was out on business and it was the first time she was gone from Morgan for more than a few days. Today she was particularly moody about missing her mom refusing to eat and just about anything else Tony had asked of her. So Tony called in his secret weapon, Peter.

Morgan loved Peter.  It made Tony’s heart wanna burst of joy whenever he saw the two of them together. When they were together they were always giggling and having a good time, so Tony had Happy drive him up.

To Tony’s relief, the second Morgan caught sight of Peter, she was running to him before Tony could even say hi.

“Thanks for coming kid, It's a big help,” Tony watched his kids fondly as Peter fed Morgan. 

“Of course, I love hanging out with her,” Peter said with a smile from ear to ear.

The day went on much simpler from then on. To waste time, Peter decided to educate Morgan on star wars for what felt like the eight-hundredth time. Tony doesn't know how he can tolerate watching another Star Wars movie, but he supposed when Peter was there his focus isn’t quite on the movie anyway. He doesn't think he can recall the complete plot of any of the movies he’s watched with Peter. 

Throughout the movie, Tony seemed to discover just how tired he really was. Peter noticed and had told Tony he should go to bed. Tony had refused at first but Peter assured him they would be fine, so he reluctantly went to take a nap.

Later, Peter had started to play with Morgan and they were running around and having fun until Morgan tripped and hit the side of her head on the coffee table (thankfully not on a corner). Peter rushed to her side and tried to comfort her as she started crying.

“Morgan are you okay? oh, M, I’m so sorry, are you okay? Where does it hurt,” Peter asked panicked, and unsure of what to do. He had dealt with Morgan crying before but not because he was hurt. Oh, Mr. Stark was gonna kill him.

Morgan’s cries broke his heart and her little hiccuping sobs made him feel like the worst person in the world. He should’ve been watching her more carefully. He held Morgan in his lap trying to soothe her. 

Not even a minute later Tony was running into the room trying to locate the crying. When he saw the two, he ran over to see what was wrong. Morgan was holding her head and Tony’s face immediately turns into an expression of concern. 

“What happened?” Tony asked.

Peter responded breathing way to fast. “Mr. Stark I'm so sorry, we were playing tag and she was running and then she tripped and she hit her head on the table and oh my gosh, what if she has brain damage!” 

Peter was close to tears, so, to say the least, he was shocked when Tony responded with a giggle, it was like he was looking in a mirror.  Tony transferred Morgan to his lap, now his turn to attempt to calm her.

“Why don’t you go get some ice from the fridge, Pete,” Tony asked, smiling. Peter was running to the fridge before Tony had even finished the sentence.

When Peter came back he was clearly very stressed and gave the ice to Tony who put the ice where Morgan was holding her head.

“Pete, she’s fine, you don't have to freak out so much, it just needs some ice and then it’ll be sore for a few days that’s all. No brain damage here, kiddo,” Tony hugged Morgan a bit tighter when she whined from the pain.

Peter stared at him for a second. “Are you sure Mr. Stark? Maybe you should have FRIDAY check-”

“Yes Peter, I’m sure, everything is fine. This stuff happens all the time, it’s a very minor bump in the road,” Tony reassured.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked, skeptical.

Tony smiled, still wiping Morgans tears and trying to stop them.“Yes, Peter”

Peter’s breathing was finally evening out. “How are you not freaking out, you always freak out”

 “I guess you've gotten me so used to it, I don’t think that's normal, but that's all you” Tony teased.

Peter gave a playful glare before a moment of realization fell upon him. “Man, this is how you felt?”

“It's still how I feel most of the time but, this is fine, no hospital needed, just some ice, and maybe some ice cream should do the trick. How does that sound sweetheart?”

Morgan nodded her head, and soon they were all on the couch watching something a bit more toddler-friendly than start wars all cuddled up next to each other. 

And Tony also felt he didn't ever need to mention that he was very much freaking out, he just didn't wanna make the kid feel bad. Tony completely lied about being used to it. If Peter or Morgan so much as get a paper cut he’d probably freak out just for a second at least.  Either way, he was falling asleep with his little kiddos right next to him, a nap sounds much better now than it did before.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Caramel Skin Under a Vanilla Sky 41 full draft (I have no life and wrote 5.3k today.

Waking up in the pod, Lance was frozen to the bone. There was something weirdly disorienting about waking from a stint in a pod laying on your back and not falling into the arms of someone waiting. Groggy, he fought lightly against the hands pulling him up, strong arms lifting him off his feet... which felt like they weren't even there. With chattering teeth, his eyes slid shut again, awake but under protest. Being in the pod had been an endless loop of being stuck in the astral plane. Unable to escape the unending blackness, no one was there to comfort him or to tell him he hadn't died. Laid down on a bed, soft blankets were piled upon his shuddering frame, the warm arms turning into a warm body under the covers, holding him close as they rubbed his right arm. The quietness of the space began to fade, a soft hushing and gentle kisses against his hair drawing him away from sleep. Only one person would be this stupidly sweet. A soft kind of purr forming on his lips as he clumsily tried to hold him back. To reassure himself that Keith was really there. That he hadn't passed off to the astral plane and left his boyfriend alone. He hated when Keith cried. Nine times out of ten he was the reason Keith would weep, if not him then it was his boyfriend's nightmares, which usually involved him. Still shivering and shaking like a leaf, Lance slowly fell back to sleep, safe in Keith's arms. It was another few vargas before he woke again. Keith still curled into him, a leg slung over Lance's waist with his warm breath spilling across Lance's neck. Craning slightly, Lance pressed a kiss to the soft black locks that tickled his shoulder and chest "He hasn't left your side" Yawning softly, Lance looked to his mother, eyes still heavy with sleep. Rising from her chair, she tucked his fringe back on the right side "Welcome back, mijo. You gave us all a scare" It was supposed to be a routine procedure. They'd shown him video of it... His tongue felt thick and clumsy, his mouth dry. Unable to find the words, he frowned at his mother. She looked like exhaustion personified "You had a small bleed in the brain... it's all a little complicated, but you're alright. Keith has been worried sick. You were out for two week-movements" Lance's lips formed an "oh", his mother starting to fuss over the blankets covering him. They definitely weren't hospital blankets, they were to thick and fluffy, Keith had probably brought them up from the Telula. He also wasn't in a hospital bed... or a hospital room for that matter... "Water?" Rasping it out, his mother dropped the hem of the blanket immediately, a cold cup with a sharp straw appearing to poke him in the nose, before his mother bent it down so he could actually drink from it. Gulping greedily, it was taken away before he was ready "You'll make yourself sick of you drink too fast" Clearing his throat, Lance nodded, his attention shifting back to Keith. His anxieties had told him that man he loved would abandon him, yet here he was, glued to his side and snoring so perfectly. "How was he?" "Worried for you. Coran had to have him removed from beside your pod so he'd rest..." "And you?" "You gave me a scare, but Coran assured me that you'd be coming out the pod just fine. How do you feel?" "Sleepy... warm. Thanks for looking out for him..." "He's a sweet boy. Refused to come back to Earth with me, but did ask me to pick up a few things for you while I was there" "You went back?" "Coran gave me an estimate on when you'd be out. You know your father, he'd fall apart without someone there to make sure dinner's on the table" Lance gave a snort that turned into a cough, Keith rousing from his sleep. With wide purple eyes, Lance was pulled even tighter against him. Patting his boyfriend's back, he realised that his left hand was still covered up. Something that was both scary and relieving. If something was wrong with it, he didn't want his mother to have to see. Tightening his hold further, Lance squeaked "Hey, hey... your crushing me, Mullet" Loosening his hold minutely, Keith wasn't done "How do you feel? Do you need anything? You scared me, you dick" Patting Keith's back, Lance was ready to fall back to sleep again. He was cold, but where Keith was touching him was so warm he was sweating "'m ok. Sleepy... but ok. I can still feel everything. I know who you and mum are... the important things... how long have I been out?" "Mijo, don't you remember? You just asked" Lance was pretty sure he was entitled to some memory loss when he was still defrosting "Mean out of the pod..." "Oh, a few vargas now. Keith insisted on carrying you from the pod to this private room Coran organised" "It doesn't look like.... a hospital room" Yawning widely in the middle of his sentence, his mother patted his head "That's because it's in the staff quarters. Now you just get some more rest, I'll be right here when you wake up again" "Mmm... I don't think I have much choice in the matter. Keith, you should get some rest too, babe" "I'm alright. I got a few vargas" "Babe..." "Please let me stay... I really need to be with you..." He couldn't deny Keith anything when he was so soft and warm against him "Mmm... but you need to rest properly, and have something to eat..." "I'm fine, babe. Now that you're awake, I'm fine" "Mami, make sure he eats and rests... imma just gonna go back to sleep for a bit" Settling back against him, Keith nuzzled into his neck as he finally loosened his hold. A hand lazily running up from his side to rest on his chest as he pressed a kiss to the curve of Lance's neck "I love you, baby. I don't just love you... I'm in love with you. Thank you for coming back to me" It was a secret whisper meant only for him. It was also the best wakeup he'd ever had when it came to coming out of a pod. Keith was such an adorable bastard. * Spending most of the first quintant out the pod napping off and on, Lance was still sleepy when Coran came to check on them the following morning. His mother was off calling home to let them all know Lance was still doing alright, leaving Keith to snuggle up with his boyfriend as much as he liked. With Lance being tired of being so tired, he was sitting between Keith's legs, back against the half-Galra's hand as he tried not to fall asleep. Sleepy Lance was adorable... but unfortunately being so sleepy had also left Lance on edge. His left hand had become a no go zone, Keith respecting the fact Lance hadn't had a chance to see his hand yet, so hadn't pushed to see the wound left. It wasn't like he wanted to. When a worried Coran turned up in the waiting room, wringing his hands and unable to stand still, Keith had nearly burst into tears before he even knew what had happened. He still didn't know much, only that Lance had some kind of bleed in the brain while in surgery due to something abnormal in his head, and while it'd been treated, brain injuries were never something to take lightly. With his face completely hidden by the mass of flowers in the bouquet he carried, Coran was doing that thing where he was smiling widely while his bottom lip wobbled threatening. Carrying the flowers over, he placed them down into Lance's lap, before finally giving in and launching himself on Lance, crying softly. Patting Coran's back, Lance laughed softly "I've had enough from mami and Keith" "You gave us all quite the scare" Keith didn't need to see Lance's face to know Lance was rolling his eyes. He well and truly got it "I'm ok... I mean, I am ok, aren't I?" "Yes indeed, number three. Fit as... a fiddle!" Coran sounded proud to have got the saying right "See Keith, you can relax now" How was he supposed to relax? He hadn't been able to relax since Lance had wheeled off for surgery. He'd kind of made a nuisance of himself demanding answers anytime anyone checked the pod Lance was in "He was quite lost without you" "He made a pest of himself, didn't he?" Coran hummed, the man had never excelled at lying. Groaning loudly at the noise, Lance wriggled against him to face him "Please tell me you didn't break anything" "I didn't break anything important" He hadn't... broken anything much. Maybe a few coffeecup that came with everyone insisting he drink, eat and rest... Yeah. He was a wreck. A ball of anger that not having Lance by his side brought back to life. He'd even been dobbed into Shiro, and Kosmo had deserted him to trail around after Coran. He came back at night, which was a nice distraction, but the thought of brain damage just wouldn't leave his mind. Narrowing his eyes, Lance huffed before turning back to Coran who had taken a seat in the visitors chair "Sooo. What's this scare all about?" Unable to keep still, Coran took the flowers from Lance's lap, standing up again to find up a vase for them "Coran?" "Hang on my boy" Lance gave a frustrated groan "You can't tell me to hang on. I've been hanging on for the two movements. Mami said I bleed in my brain. Was it to do with the scarring there?" "No, no... I'm so sorry my boy" Lance tensed in his hold, his scent turning feared "Coran, you're freaking him out. The flowers can wait. What happened in there? You said it was an easy surgery. It was supposed to be an easy procedure. You said he'd be perfectly fine. So you need to explain to us what happened properly" "Yes. Yes... I'm sorry, you're right. I failed you. Young Miss Daehra and I both failed you" Daehra. Failed. Lance. Those three words didn't go together. She was almost fanatical about the health of her team, learning absolutely everything she could. "Coran" Keith's tone held a gentle growl "As you say, you did suffer a bleed. A piece of alien technology was found in your brain, where the sample was supposed to have been taken from. Given it was organic, it wasn't picked up on Daehra's scanners. It was so small, it'd give the ice worms of Csadex 9 a run for their money" Lance was still tense, Keith couldn't brain him. The idea of having something in his brain that reminded Coran of worms was kind of revolting "There was what?" "A little tiny tracker. Started transmitting almost as soon as they got started. We got that pesky blighter, but couldn't remove it intact. We theorise that they implanted it while taking their samples" "Coran, not to burst your bubble here, but wouldn't it have started sooner? Like after it was put in? Or when we were on the Atlas?" Pulling forward, Lance drew his knees up as he did when upset "Well, my boy. We've never seen anything like it... We cannot confirm for sure that it was a tracker, but with how desperate they seemed for you, it is our most valid theory" "A theory that doesn't even make sense. I was on the Atlas for movements. I was around Altean tech on the Atlas. Plus, why didn't you guys pick it up with your scanners when we were on the prison ship?" "The Atlas has scramblers in place that prevent outgoing calls on unknown frequencies. You couldn't get a signal on that ship either. Maybe... it was so they could find us if we escaped" By "us", Keith was trying to reassure Lance that wherever he went, he'd be with him. Lance wasn't having "It's fucking wrong, is what it is! Haven't they taken enough from me? Without putting something in my head, like I'm an intergalactic cat!" "Babe, you put a collar on a cat" "Yeah, or a gps! Have you been scanned?" He'd been scanned on the Atlas. Nothing had shown up there... plus, he was more or less along for the ride. It was Lance they'd wanted all along. Clearing his throat, Coran tried to soothe Lance "Keith received medical treatment on the Atlas. No such device was found on or in him" Throwing his hands up, Lance turned to him "See, Keith. Like a freakin' cat. I can't believe they put something into my head. No. I can't believe that I can't believe that they'd do something like that" "It's out now. That's the main thing... Coran, how's his shoulder and... everything else?" The "not related to his head" part went unsaid. Lance was going to be brooding on this and Keith had no idea what to say. Lance was right, they had taken so much from him. It wasn't fair they'd left one more surprise in store "Excellent. It's all excellent. All that's left is to sleep of the pods effects. Your finger has healed, and any of those other lumps and bumps are history" "What about my other problem?" What other problem? There was something else going on? Coran looked as confused as Keith was "You know, the whole Allura changed my body thing. Let me guess, can't fix that in one of your fancy pods?" What was Lance getting angry at Coran for? Coran had worked his hardest at finding answers on the situation. No one but Allura could understand Allura's true intentions "Yes... well, we did some more scans. And watching you two, as well as taking into account your symptoms, I believe I have a clear idea of what she was hoping to accomplish" "Which was what? Turn me into fucking cat nip for Galra?" "Not Galra, but one particular Galra. I believe she didn't want you to be alone after she passed. She knew you cared deeply for Keith, and Keith for you. I think she changed part of your quintessence so that you and Keith would be able to better understand each other. Things like your scent, you can read each other through it. And we all know how much family means to you" "So she fucked with my body, made me something less that I was, so that Keith would want me?! Are you fucking kidding me? I told you those things in private. I let you in and told you what it's been like... and you can't do anything about it at all? Because of her... because of her, I..." "I believe..." "You "believe", you don't "know". Admit it. You have no idea why she turned me into freak. You have no idea why I keep hallucinating her. You have no idea why I can fall pregnant now, do you? You don't. You don't know what it's been like... neither of you understand!" Yelling, Lance shimmied forward, climbing off the bed clumsily before "striding" over to the door "I want you both out" Hang on. What had he done? Why was he getting kicked out? Neither what Coran had said, or what he had said should warrant such an action. Climbing out of bed, Keith moved to Lance's side "Babe..." "Don't "babe" me! Don't you get it, she changed me so that you would love me! She thought me so unlovable that she had to "fix" me. Can you say you loved me, before? Honestly loved me? Or is this fucked up body making you feel things because she changed it?!" "I told you I love you, even before I left to be with the Blades, I was falling in love with you! I don't get why you're yelling at both of us. Coran did the research. There were male Altean's who gave birth... Coran, tell him. He spent vargas researching ways to help you" Lance was shaking, Keith wanted to comfort him, but the look in his eyes said he might just lose it if someone was to touch him "I'm not Altean! I'm me. Just a nobody from Cuba! I want you to both leave" "Lance..." "I want to be alone" "Number three. I do have some..." "Please! Both of you, you don't get it! I want to be alone!... please" Dropping from a yell, Lance hit the door sensor pad "Babe..." "Keith, I don't want to yell at you, but I need space right now. Or I'm going to end up doing something very stupid-er. Ok. Take Kosmo for a walk... I need to think" "I don't think you should be alone right now" "Just get out!" "Babe..." "Please, please just go..." Coran and Keith both sighed heavily to themselves as they left. The door sliding shut seemed to sound louder than normal. Placing his hand on Keith's shoulder, Coran let out another heavy sigh "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset him" "You're not the one who upset him... Neither of us were. He's right... we don't understand everything he went through" "That doesn't mean we stop trying. I fear I put too much on his shoulders too soon" "I'm sorry he yelled at you" "It's ok, my boy. Why don't you go freshen up, take a walk like he suggested. I'm sure he'll no doubt be ready to apologise by the time you get back" Keith held a healthy level of respect for Coran, but couldn't say he wasn't furious at Lance. While he didn't want Coran angry with Lance, he didn't know how he could keep so cool and calm when being yelled at by someone he cared about so deeply "Thank you... those flowers were nice" "Picked them myself. Pop-pop made sure I knew all the "ins and outs" of design. Allura quite liked picking flowers near the castle..." Keith's heart gave an uncomfortable thump. It was hard knowing there was a massive statue of Allura right outside the hospital. Well, not right outside, but visible nonetheless. He didn't feel like Altea was really the right place for Lance to be recovering, so he'd brought all their blankets up to make Lance's room less Alteany. He wanted Lance to sleep off his discomfort in somewhere that wasn't sterile white walls... and somewhere they'd have space to talk privately... not that they'd really talked. Lance was too sleepy, and had grown tired of him repeatedly asking if he was alright "I'm sorry he snapped over Allura..." "No. He's confused. People he thought were friends did this to him. He has a right to his anger" "He doesn't have a right to snap at you. Even if he's hurting" "Thank you, Keith. I wish I knew how to help him more" "There are some things he needs to work out for himself, and he's willing to see a therapist. So that's a big step... waking up and finding everything out, I should have seen this coming" "No. You don't blame yourself either, young man. You've been wonderful with him... He's opened his heart to you. You've grown into a wonderful young man. Allura would be so happy to see the happiness between you" "It's not always happy" "No relationship ever is. All you can have is love and patience" "I'm not that great with the patience thing" "Nonsense. Now you go find that wolf of yours and get some air" "Yeah. I might go check on the Telula. Make sure everything is alright there. He'd kill me if I let something happen to his ship" Coran let him take the out, the man giving a firm squeeze before parting. Lance needed time and he needed to respect that... even if it felt like his heart was breaking. He'd loved him for so long, where as Lance had only admitted he cared for him just a handful of phoebs ago. He was getting impatient again. He was forgetting that Lance also had to suffer waiting without news while Keith had been in the pod. Emotions were running high, and the best thing they could do was sit down and take a deep breath, before something else came their way. * Locking himself away in the bathroom closest to his room, Lance stripped off the hospital gown they'd stuck him, and the pants he'd had to beg to keep. He'd told his mother he wanted to nap, wanting to be alone which she ignored as she fussed over Coran's flowers. Not granting him a moment's peace before finally deciding he looked tired enough to sleep after not letting him get a word in all morning... Standing before the mirror in the room, his eyes roamed over his naked body. This was his body. Supposed to be his body... His body with all these new scars across it. Raising his left hand to reach for the scar on his right shoulder, he paused as he caught sight of it. Instead of red, or pink, scar tissue covering the back of it, it looked like an intricate series of cobweb strands. The skin between a few shades lighter than the caramel skin that covered the rest of him. It disgusted him. The memories of having his hand ground beneath the officers boot, like he was nothing. Was he really that bad? Throwing himself forward with fake bravado had been the only way he knew to survive... and this was surely karma at its finest. Letting out a shaky breath, he turned his hand slowly to stare at the remains of his little finger. The skin having pulled together like it was natural not to have a little finger. The only proof that there was ever anything more there was the smallest of pink scars on the tip of it. He'd lost his finger... but he could have lost so much more. He could have lost Keith. He could have cost everyone everything with this... that stupid thing in his head. Why weren't they mad at him? Tearing eyes turned to soft sobs, his hand shaking as he leaned towards the mirror to brush his fingers over the shaven area. It'd grown back a little while he'd been on bedrest, but they'd shaved it again. A small thin scar about a centimetre above his ear, and curving back slightly. They'd been in his brain. They'd been in his brain because Kre'el had put a damn tracker in his head... Trailing his shaking fingers down his naked chest, he turned to look at the scars across his body. Scars he couldn't even name. Scars because he'd been trying so desperately to keep his head above water. Why had it been him? The Red Lion was all a farce. Why couldn't they have asked him for help? He would have helped... he would have done anything to take away the pain of being home and losing Allura. They didn't need to go this far. They didn't need to torture him. They didn't need to rip away that stupid romantic piece of himself over giving his virginity to someone who loved him as much as he loved them. Twisting sideways, he stared at his back. The risen scars from poorly healed wounds. The beatings they'd give him for screaming. For fighting. For not behaving himself. Hell. Sometimes they'd done it just for fun... Why him? He tried to be a good person. He tried to help. He tried his hardest not to be a burden. Not to weigh everyone down. He was a people person... or he had been. God. He'd been so rude to Keith. He'd been so rude to Coran. They wanted to help him. They wanted the best for him. Keith was hurting badly enough as it was. Keith who'd loved him for years before he'd realised. Keith who worried himself to the point of self implosion... Keith who was just as scared as he was of being left behind by those who loved him. He'd nearly died. He'd nearly died and left him behind. He didn't want to leave Keith behind... he didn't want to be this person, lashing out to hurt others. It never made him feel better... and it was never alright. But how could Keith love him? He was... he was all of this... This body. These scars... The man staring back at him... He'd been doing better. He'd been sure he was doing better... But was he? When was the last time he spent time with his team? The last time they had any real work? Or did anything they wanted to do? He'd been lost in Keith. In Keith ripping his emotions out and rebuilding him. His soft hands and gentle words... He didn't want to be this person. He wanted to be good for Keith. Keith who'd, for the lack of better term, had love to this body. Who wasn't disgusted that he got "periods" or got "wet"... Keith who accepted all of this better than he did. Turning back, he lifted both hands to the bathroom sink. Small scars remained from the cuffs they'd forced on him. Were Keith's wrists scarred? Had he asked? He'd seen the small scar that remained from accidentally been stabbed by the handle of his own blade... Why had Keith scarred, while his broken skin had grown back lighter? His hands didn't even feel like his anymore. He felt as if he still belonged to "them"... He didn't want... He wanted Coran to have a magical cure. He knew how shameful his heat was. The need to be fucked senseless. To be filled and brought to completion until he whited out with pleasure... Keith had never seen him like that. What if it disgusted him? What if that was what drove him away? Keith was his stability. He loved him. He loved him... but some part of him scared of him. Scared of losing control again to drunk courage... to going too far in the moment and hurting himself. It'd felt good. So good to know what it was like to sleep with someone who cherished him... but he wasn't ready for it again. Learning Kre'el's truth brought it all crashing back, and he didn't have a strategy to deal with it all. He couldn't drink away his pain. He couldn't get so high that he felt like he was invincible. They were the wrong methods... but what were the right ones? Could they even fix him? Placing his hands on his hips, he slid them down, shuddering at the touch so close to his groin where his dick laid limp, tucked up in his thin pubes as if trying to hide. Was this body really alright? Was it ok to touch himself? To give in to the soft caresses? He didn't like touching himself, even to shower. He wasn't sure if he'd been ok with Keith helping him shower, yet didn't know how to voice that when his boyfriend was bending over backwards to help him. He didn't know his boundaries anymore. He didn't know how to find them again. He needed help... He wanted to go back to Leandro. When Leandro was easy. When Leandro was all he had to be. All people expected him to be... Lance was so hard. Lance was exhausting. Lance was so many things to too many people. He just wanted to world to stand still. He wanted to feel like he could breathe. He wanted to scream it all out, but wherever he turned, someone was there. Someone to suffocate him with their love when he wanted to work things out in his head first. That's why he'd snapped at Coran and Keith. Their words grating as his sleep drugged mind tried to work out the meaning of their words. He was half a dobosh behind the conversation, and angry with himself for not being able to keep up. He'd been so horrible to both of them. But... they didn't get it. He'd been pregnant. A piece of them had been inside of him and he hadn't known it until it was... gone. Like this thing in his head... Coran didn't know... but Keith did... Keith knew what they did... Sliding his hands up to his stomach, he rubbed at the taunt skin. He'd been born male, and now he was... this. Was this ok? Wasn't he supposed to be somehow manipulating his quintessence without knowing it? Wasn't Coran supposed to be able to tell him how to control it? How to turn back to normal? A scream coming him before he could stop himself, fingertips digging into the sensitive flesh, his sobs turning hysterical as he sunk to kneel. He didn't want to be like this. Why couldn't he ever do anything right? The door to the bathroom slip open, Lance still balling as Keith rushed to gather him up into his hold. Lance hiccuping in surprise as Keith held his face to his neck "They raped me! The raped me and left me like this!" "Shhh. I know baby, I know..." "They didn't listen... it hurt. It hurt and I couldn't... ugh... ugh..." "Shhh, I've got you sweet heart Shaking his head, Keith didn't get it "They put it inside of me! They put it inside of me and I lost it... they didn't ask... they just did what they wanted... then they put... they put... they put that thing in my head... I can't do this... I'm... I don't know who I am anymore... not Lance... don't want to be Lance..." Tilting Lance's face back, Keith moved to cup his cheeks. Sad eyes met his tear filled vision, all blotchy and out of focus but undeniably Keith's. He didn't want Keith to see him like this. Not when he was a ball of conflicting feelings, and not when sometimes you just needed to cry it out in peace "Fuck... oh, babe. I didn't think. I love you. I'm here for you. I'm here for you and I love you..." "I don't want to lose you, but I'm so scared they're coming! They're dead but... did I kill them all? Did... did they track me here? Are we going to see Altea fall again?!" "You're safe here. You're safe with me. You're safe" "I don't feel safe! They were in my head! They put something in me again, Keith! Something I didn't want!" "I know... I don't know what to say... but I'm listening. I'm listening to you" "I can't do this... I can't fix myself... I don't know how to... I'm so tired of them taking things from me" "I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry. What do you need?" Lance sniffled loudly, trying to calm himself down "Sh-shower" "You want to take a shower?" "Y-yes..." "Ok, I'll help you" Shaking his head, he didn't really want to be touched "Alone... shower alone..." "Are you sure?" "Need to... feel clean..." "You're exhausted, babe" "I want to shower alone... please. Please let me shower... please..." "Ok. Ok, shhhh. Do you want me to do anything?" He wasn't getting rid of Keith. Keith would hover no matter what he did "W-wait outside?" "Sure. Sure thing. I've got Kosmo with me, so you can cuddle with him if you want? He's missed you. He kept teleporting me back to the front of the hospital..." Nodding, Keith couldn't resist as he pulled him to stand as the half-Galra rose "I'll be right outside waiting" Lance blinked his vision mostly clear, the fuzzy bathroom sink was where his gaze fell "Ok..." "And don't worry about how long you take. Take as long as you need"