#like she knocks on windows and doors with her paws its very cute

[damfangirl08]

A day in the life with my family(illustrated):

Three of my siblings and my sisters boyfriend trying to get my cat to join them on the trampoline(note her expression)

My mom petting our cat on the couch sayinh "is something wrong with you" with a baby voice(he usually doesn’t like cuddles)

Me and @blueskybehindtheclouds bonding on a piano chair that barely has space for one person on a good day(honorable mention to our cat named chat noir)

And last but not least this with no context im not giving context

[channieskies]

The Perfect Storm [HJS]

Pairing: Non-Idol|Han Jisung x Pet Groomer|Reader (She & Her pronouns used)

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: The storm brings in more than one unlikely companion to help you weather it.

Warnings: MC may suffer from some form of anxiety, more than likely, social.

Word count: 1,900 + [Reading time 8 minutes]

A.N: I wrote this a very long time ago for a friend and decided it was time to revamp it and put it out there. Thanks, @infamouskem , for letting me redo this.

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To quote Sophocles;

"Laziness is the mother of all evils."

At least, that's what she told herself as she worked tirelessly. After spending two years learning a language, she finally worked up the courage to move to another country- South Korea. She had been there six months and had secured herself a job she loves and an apartment that served its basic functions at least. I mean, who really needed a stove when food delivery service was just one click away? 

There were only a few more hours before closing time, then she could go home to bask in the comfort of her plush hoodie, bearded dragon, Mushu, and very her comfortable fuzzy socks. The bell above the door rang, indicating a customer had arrived. The owner greeted them, which meant she didn't have to, making her sigh out of relief. But she still watched the interaction through the large picture window that gave customers a look into the grooming area.

“I'm dropping my dog off for the first time. This place was recommended by a.. friend of mine.” The customer placed the dog on the counter. It was a cute little bichon frise with a red hoodie on. She couldn't help but smile at how it sniffed around, wagging its tail happily. She was in it for the pets and not so much for the human interactions. She was shy and mostly anxious, so being in the back made her comfortable, which is why she and her boss had come to an understanding. She groomed the pets, and her boss took care of the customers.

Once the cute bichon Frise, whose name she found out was Bbama, was checked in, her boss brought him back for her to attend to. “His owner should be back in two hours, and since we don’t have any more appointments, I’m going to head out with my son.” She said as she placed the cute dog into her employees' hands. “He says I never have time to do stuff with him, so I’m taking him to a movie. But don’t worry, I’ll be back before the customer comes back to get Bbama.” She put a reassuring hand on the girl's back before turning and leaving out. She locked up the front, leaving the girl and the dog to themselves. 

Y/n put on some music before moving back over to the little dog. She took off his cute little red hoodie and put it someplace safe. She started with clipping his hair and nails before moving to wash and dry him. Before she knew it, time slipped past. She had easily bonded with the friendly dog, his presence making her miss the pets she left back at home in her country. “You're really cute, you know that.” 

It was as if he really understood her as he stood up on his hind legs, his short little paws on her chest as he licked her face, giving her a kiss. She chuckled only for her time with him to be interrupted by a knock on the front door. Her music was low enough for her to be able to hear when her boss came back, so that's who she expected it to be. She grabbed Bbama and carried him in her arms to the front, but it was not what she was expecting at all. 

She stopped dead in her tracks at the midway point between the swinging door that led to the grooming salon and the fence that was next to the front desk. She began to panic. Usually her boss took care of things like this, but here she was alone, her boss nowhere to be found even after two hours. It was pouring down outside, and she felt so bad for the young man who was trying his best to stay under the small awning. 

She sighed, pushing all her anxieties to the back of her head and heading to the door to unlock it. He rushed in with a charming smile on his face. “For a second there, I thought you weren't going to open the door.” He laughed as she bit down on her bottom lip. “Is he ready?” He asked, nodding his head towards Bbama, whom she was still carrying around. 

“A-ah yeah.” She nodded, handing the slightly damp man his dog. “I’ll check you out.” Her words resounded in her head, making her rethink them. Yes, he was very attractive, but she wasn’t trying to let him know she thought that. “I-I mean, I’ll… uh… I’ll help you cash out your bill.” She swallowed the large lump in her throat as she scrambled to the cash register.

“Cute.” He spoke under his breath as he leaned against the counter, putting Bbama down on the surface. Her face heated up, though she was skeptical if he was referring to her or his pet. She looked over his paperwork and quickly inputted the information into the computer, but just as she was about to press the checkout button, the lights went out. She left out a scream as the room went dark. The whole block was powerless. “Are you okay?” He asked. His smooth melodic voice somehow managed to comfort her, though she was scared out of her mind. 

“I-I’m fi-fine.” Her shaky voice revealed her true feelings. She and the small dog were both rattled.

“I don't want you to take this the wrong way… but you don’t sound fine." There was still a little light outside, making it easier for him to scope out his surroundings. "How about we get away from these big windows, I don’t think they are helping you.” Lightning stuck as he talked, lighting the small store front of the salon. Normally she would object, but she was too scared to stay up front, she couldn’t send him and Bbama into a storm like that, and she didn’t know his owner well enough to just leave him in the front with valuable merchandise. 

“Follow me.” She shuffled to the door with the help of her phone's flashlight and held the door open for him. She took him to the employee break room where the windows were small and up high so they would know when the rain stopped but wouldn’t have to deal with seeing so many strikes of lighting. He kept his dog close as he made himself comfortable in one of the chairs at the break room table.

“I guess I should introduce myself, I’m Jisung.” He chuckled awkwardly. The light of her flashlight kept the room from being pitch black. It also helped her to see him avoiding her eyes as she did the same.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/n.” She mumbled, finding a spot and keeping her eyes focused on it.

“Bbama really took to you. He usually isn’t that trusting of strangers. But he seemed like he almost didn’t want to come back.” He spoke softly as he rubbed th dogs' freshly washed and dried coat. She smiled to herself. 

“He’s a cute little guy.” She admitted softly. Jisung's presence was surprisingly comforting. He seemed almost, if not, equally as awkward as she was. He just had a better way of hiding it. "I've taken to him too." She reached out and rubbed the dogs fur, her soft touch causing him to wag his tail.

They talked for a while about Bbama, how he came to adopt him, how long he'd had him, and ao on. Then, they found out they had similar tastes in a few other things like games and their love of Japanese rock and anime theme songs. Though she wasn’t normally talkative, she found it easy to converse with him. Her attraction to the beautiful young man just kept growing. 

There was a loud and sharp lightning strike nearby that caused the corpuscular room to go white, the whole building shook with the loud thunder that came right after. She whimpered, scared to even open her eyes at this point. Jisung reached across the table and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. Bbama cowered into a ball, hiding himself in Jisung's sweatshirt.

“It’s okay, just focus on the sound of my voice.” Jisung started off humming, filling the space with a soft melody. But slowly, he started to get into it, noticing just how much she seemed to relax. He changed songs, giving words to whatever random thing he was singing. His mellow voice flowed into her ears, and his voice made her feel as if there were no other singers in the world. There was only Jisung and his beautiful voice. He scooted closer to her, now taking both of her shaking hands into his. 

With their knees now touching, it made it easy for Bbama to move from Jisungs lap to hers, where he found just as much comfort. “It’s okay, Y/n. You aren’t alone.” It was like her fears slowly melted away from the presence of this man and his cute little dog. If you asked her, there was no way this random guy visited her store and was able to make her warm up to him like this. 

No, Jisung had to be an angel of some sorts. He drew closer to her, his face mere inches away. “See it’s not that bad. It’s just a little storm.” She didn’t know what came over her, but she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. He made an attempt to wrap his arms around her, only for her to pull away quickly, flustered.

“I’m so sorry!” 

He paused, almost failing to process the abrut exit from his personal space. He started into her eyes, getting lost in them. "Please forgive me. I was startled, and I- you were just so comforting that I kind of lost myself for a second. Oh gosh, I hope you don't think Im some kind of weirdo that hugs randome guys who sing to her. Im so sorry." She covered her face as she stopped her rambling, her mind running at the speed of light. He didn't say anything. He just pulled her hands away, his lips quickly covering hers in a quick, dreamy kiss. 

She was so shocked she looked like a fish out of water as she blinked wildly at him. She often made fun of the clueless girls in drama’s but now she had joined the ranks of the girls she had made fun of over the years. He pulled back with a shy smile on his face. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She shook her head, feeling just as shy about what just happened. Silence took over the room, the storm soon dying down. 

The lights flickered back on, but the silence still remained. Soon enough, her boss came rushing in, apologizing for being caught up in the storm.

Too embarrassed to move, Y/n sat there while her boss saw Jisung and Bbama off. She soon came back in the back with a small piece of paper in hand. “Here, he left this for you.” Y/n looked at it confused before opening the small folded paper.

 “Maybe next time we can have a date before we kiss? Bbama’s dad, Jisung.” His number was scribbled right below his name. She squealed, not believing something like that had happened to her. She tucked the paper away safely, looking forward to the day they would meet again.

FIN

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A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

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[bbangsoonie]

creker academy

member: eric genre: fluff (ft some angst), fantasy au word count: 6,182 synopsis: after finally triggering your hidden powers, fate lands you at creker academy, a special boarding school meant for shapeshifters. there, you learn how to control your abilities and that opposites do indeed attract.

The day you found out that you were adopted was the day your life fell apart. The secret was hidden from you until your uncle coldly drew the line at your parents’ funeral. He told you that he had no intention of taking responsibility for his brother’s actions and that you were no longer a part of the family.

That was how you ended up living alone in a tiny half-basement studio. You barely managed to afford the deposit and rent with the consolation money you received from the funeral.

Every day, Hyunjoon would come knocking at your door and every day, you would turn him away. It had only been a month since you became independent and the scar of losing your parents was still fresh. You were also too ashamed to face your friends. You didn’t want their pity and so you hid away in isolation.

On the night of your birthday, the pain became too unbearable. Although you aged another year, you were still only a teenager. Granted, you were in your last year of high school but you were still a minor. Having to fend for yourself in this harsh world was too much for you to handle.

As you cried yourself to sleep, you could feel a cold coming. The heat from your headache spread to the rest of your body and you felt yourself burning up.

After you bought some medicine from the pharmacy, you slipped into a deep slumber. Your dreams were wildly vivid. You dreamt of an enchanted forest that enticed you to take refuge in its comfort. There, animals of all species ran free and in harmony. It promised you acceptance and a home.

“It’s time you learn of your identity,” a soft voice spoke.

As soon as the whisper tickled your ears, the entire forest was up in flames. Strangely, you weren’t struck with fear. Rather, you felt empowered.

“Y/n, you need to learn how to control yourself,” the voice warned.

It was only then that you started to panic. The flames were engulfing everything in sight and all the animals were running for their lives.

“Y/n, you have to wake up. Now,” the voice commanded.

With that, your eyes shot open. To your horror, the scene in your dreams reflected the view in front of you. Your house was on fire and you were slowly getting cornered by the heat. Frightened, you look to the door only to see it consumed by the blaze.

“Trust your instincts, Y/n,” the voice in your head cooed. “Let your body take control.”

Bewildered, you had no idea what that meant. All you knew was that you had to get out of there. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to think of a solution. When you reopened them, the room seemed to be a lot bigger than normal. At that moment, you saw the window cracked open. It was your only hope.

Your body felt different when you stood up.

“Why am I so short all of a sudden?” you wondered.

You looked down and almost screamed when you saw paws instead of your feet. Except a meow came out of your throat instead.

You didn’t have time to freak out about it. Feeling something hot graze your tail, you jumped up and landed on the window sill. Your innate desire for survival kicked in and you squeezed through the opening to escape.

Once you felt fresh air in your lungs again, you ran. And ran. And ran. You didn’t know why or where you were going, but something in you told you to run. Your legs kept sprinting until they reached the forest that appeared in your dream. They came to a slow stop when you realized where you were.

“What is this place?” you pondered.

“This is the border between our world and the human world,” a woman in white suddenly emerged from the trees. “You are now about to cross into our territory.”

It was the same voice from your dream. Trying to grasp the situation, you opened your mouth to ask a million questions. But again, a meow replaced your voice.

“It’ll be easier for you to transition back once you're on our grounds,” she assured. She bent down and gestured for you to jump into her arms.

Not seeing any other option, you hesitantly took her offer. With you safely in her embrace, she passed through a translucent wall that revealed what looked like a huge campus. Your jaw dropped as you observed your surroundings. There were students walking around the magical place. You saw a girl tending the garden and gasped when her hands hovered above the flowers to revive them.

The woman brought you to an office you presumed to be hers and placed you in front of a mirror. Your shriek came out as a cute yelp and she chuckled.

“I-I’m a cat!” you thought.

“There’s an outfit you can change into once you return to your human form,” she pointed at the black dress neatly prepared on the table.

The second she finished her sentence, you felt a bare sensation. Looking down, you screeched at your naked body. Embarrassed and horrified, you quickly clothed yourself with the dress.

“W-What’s going on?” you asked, relieved to finally hear your own voice again.

“I’m sure you felt different from others your whole life?” she asked. It sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

She wasn’t wrong. All your life, you never felt like you fitted in anywhere. Maybe your body knew you were adopted before your mind did and ostracized itself. Or maybe you truly were different. You had weird talents that other kids thought were freaky, making you hide them and become introverted. For instance, you were suspiciously good at starting fires from scratch at summer camp and didn’t feel any pain when your shirt accidentally caught on fire.

“I know this must be shocking to you but you’re special, Y/n. We’ve been waiting for you. Waiting for you to trigger your powers to bring you here,” she smiled.

“My what?” you gaped.

“Your powers. What you just did back at your old house and right now. You’re a shapeshifter, Y/n. A shapeshifter with the element of fire,” she explained.

“I’m a what now?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“Creker Academy is a school and home for students just like you. It’s a place meant to train you how to control your powers. Without our guidance, you’ll lead down a path of self-destruction.”

Baffled by her words, you stared in silence. There was no way any of this was true. Surely this had to be a dream.

“This isn’t a prank or a dream, Y/n. You’ve finally found where you belong,” she clarified.

Belong. You had never felt like you really belonged anywhere. But now, someone was telling you that you belonged with them. That they wanted you there. That they had been waiting for you.

“I understand you must feel overwhelmed. But there are procedures to follow so I’m afraid you will have to begin your tour first. A fellow student will be arriving soon to show you around.”

As if on cue, a boy around your age knocked on the door and came in after receiving the woman’s permission to enter.

“Hello, Headmaster,” he bowed.

“Eric, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Eric. He will be helping you adjust here,” she introduced.

Eric was bright eyed and eager to meet a new friend. You, on the other hand, were quite reserved and uncomfortable in your new environment.

He was excitedly pointing out the purpose of each room you passed by and rambled on about the social norms of the boarding school. You learned that on top of academics, there were classes on virtues and physical training. And of course, classes that taught you how to properly use and contain your powers.

The use of magic was strictly prohibited inside any and all buildings. Students could practice their skills outside but were forbidden from any acts that could potentially put someone or something at risk. That was the one rule that was rigidly enforced and obeyed.

“So what animal and element are you?” he curiously pried. “I’m a dog with the element of water.”

“I’m… apparently a cat,” you felt ridiculous saying it aloud. “And control fire.”

“Ah, you’re a member of the fire element,” he nodded. “What that means is that your element rivals with mine. Some people see fire elements as hotheaded, impulsive, and extreme. Water elements are sometimes emotional, sensitive, and antisocial. But those are all just stereotypes, of course. Not everyone fits into the standard. I, for one, am very outgoing. And your animal obviously plays a role in your personality. I guess the dog in me overpowers the water.”

You had moved on from the indoor portion of the tour to the outside part. He was showing you the garden you had passed by earlier. It was full of flowers that wouldn’t be in bloom this season in the normal world.

“I’m a strong believer in that there are good traits about each element. For example, fire elements are passionate, inspirational, and expressive. They’re arguably the most fun people you’ll ever meet. Water elements are empathetic, imaginative, and loving. But again, all this is relative and doesn’t accurately describe each person,” he reminded. “The only reason there’s still a stupid feud is because some people love sticking to the status quo and labeling others.”

“What are the other elements? Air and earth?”

“Yup! Air elements are independent, talkative, fickle, and nonconformists. Most likely social butterflies. Earth elements are disciplined, loyal, organized, and judgemental. Oftentimes the leader.”

Eric greeted a male student who was passing by with two other boys. He exchanged smiles with the three of them who offered you a kind nod of acknowledgement.

“That was Sangyeon. He’s a bear. On his left is Jacob, a rabbit. The one on the right is Younghoon, who’s also a dog like me. They’re all earth elements,” he disclosed. “Sangyeon is the class representative of our grade. Definitely fits the leader stereotype.”

You couldn’t get over how thrilled he was to be your tour guide. He was filling you in on even the little details of the social life at the academy. He told you about how transfer students were rare and that it was his first time seeing a new student.

His vibrancy contrasted your somber aura. If he noticed, he didn’t comment on it. He was having too much fun getting to know you.

“Oh! That’s Hyunjae and Juyeon,” Eric suddenly pointed at a pair of boys on a morning run. He waved at the two who waved back before speeding up.

“The one with brown hair is Hyunjae, a wolf and fire element. His real name is Jaehyun but he changed it to Hyunjae once he got to Creker Academy. Juyeon’s the one with black hair and is a cat like you. Except he’s a water element like me,” he grinned. “They’re my best friends. Oh, and this guy named Sunwoo who’s a raccoon with the element of fire. As you can see, water and fire elements can get along fine and well. So don’t listen to anyone who says otherwise.”

By the time he was done showing you around, a bell rang and students began to convene inside. Eric explained that the bell was signaling the beginning of classes and brought you to his homeroom.

“Breakfast is buffet style and self served. It’s up to you to wake up and come down to eat. The cafeteria remains open for an hour until that bell rings and we have to get to class,” he said you entered.

Looking around for an empty seat, his face lit up when he spotted one. He sat at his desk and tapped on the one behind him to let you know that it was yours to take.

You still hadn’t processed all that’s happened since dawn. Everything felt like a haze. Nevertheless, you found yourself paying attention when the teacher walked in. He scanned the room to find a new face and smiled when he made eye contact with you.

“Alright, guys. I’m happy to announce that we have a new student that will be joining us starting today,” he beckoned for you to come up to the front of the classroom.

You wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a hole. Feeling your classmates gazes on you, you gulped and began to sweat. You were never a fan of attention. You quickly introduced yourself before rushing back to your seat, eliciting giggles from a few students. Your cheeks heated up and you felt that burning tingle again.

The awkwardness made you transform back into a cat, making your classmates gasp. Their intensified stares made the tips of your fur ignite, alarming the teacher who tried to calm you down.

“Well I guess she’s a fire cat,” a girl snickered.

Eric shot her a glare before leaning in to ask if you wanted him to put the fire out with his water. Not knowing what else to do, you nodded and the next thing you knew, you were drenched.

So much for your first day.

You ran out of the room before you could change back into a human. You fled but didn’t know where to go. You grew anxious, desperately hoping you wouldn’t end up flashing anyone.

“Hey!” someone called out. You turned around to see a male approaching you. Panicking, you dove into a bush.

“You’re the newbie, right?” he asked, taking something out of his bag. He dug out a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts and placed them in front of you. “I usually carry around a spare outfit in case of emergencies. I hope you don’t mind the fit.”

You were still in your animal form so you peaked your head out to look at him.

“My name’s Chanhee. Air element penguin,” he squatted down to meet your eyes. “Everyone’s first day is rough. You’re not the only one who’s had incidents like this so try not to feel so bad about it.”

He stood to go back to class, leaving you to change in privacy once you returned to your normal body. Your hair was still wet as you dragged yourself back to the headmaster’s office.

The headmaster looked at you with pity when you walked in looking worn out. You didn’t have to tell her for her to know what happened.

“How about I show you to your dorm?” she warmly suggested. Anything was better than returning to the classroom.

Due to your late enrollment, you were assigned a single room as opposed to the traditional double rooms. You were glad you didn’t have to go through the process of meeting and getting used to a roommate. It was a small but cozy space and the closet was filled with clothes.

You realized all of your belongings were probably burned down in your old home. Now you really didn’t have anything to go back to.

Before the headmaster left to allow you to settle in, she insisted that you join your classmates for lunch later. You wanted to say that you just wanted to stay in your room but her stern look had you close your mouth.

So you begrudgingly made your way to the cafeteria and gawked at the amount of students packed inside. Feeling them stare at you, you tried to ignore their whispers as you grabbed a tray of food. To your relief, you saw Eric motioning you over and went to go sit down next to him.

His group of friends was fairly large. You saw the boys he had named earlier that day and were surprised to see Chanhee again.

“Hi! I’m Changmin,” one enthusiastically waved. “I’m an air squirrel.”

“Haknyeon, air pig,” another raised his hand.

“My animal is a hamster and my element is water. You can call me Kevin,” the last one smiled.

After shyly exchanging greetings with everyone, you poked at the rice on your plate. The food was undeniably better than the food served at your old school. However, thinking about your old school made your stomach drop as you thought of the friends you left behind. You were sure Hyunjoon was worried sick about you.

“Do you hate water? And have you always hated water? I would assume you don’t like it very much as a cat and fire element,” Changmin looked at you with sparkling eyes that displayed his curiosity.

“Yeah I actually never learned how to swim. I guess that explains why. I never had a reason when my friends asked me about it,” you mused. In hindsight, your unreasonable hatred and fear of water made sense.

“Interesting, interesting,” he nodded.

Like that, the next couple of months flew by. You were put on an intensive program to catch up with your peers and received one-on-one tutoring to help you learn how to shapeshift at will. You could now easily turn into a cat but still had trouble returning to your human form.

To your dismay, you were denied communication with the outside world. The headmaster was very much against risking having the academy and everyone’s identities exposed. Which meant that you weren’t allowed to contact anyone from your previous life.

One good thing was that you were no longer the hot topic of the school. People’s interest in you died down when you didn’t reciprocate theirs.

You grew close to Eric and his group of friends. They were an interesting bunch. Each of them were uniquely chaotic.

Eric was the exact opposite of you. Literally. As a water element dog, his personality contrasted your fiery cat. Everything from your food tastes to fashion style were different. Yet, you felt the most comfortable with him. He brought light into your life and made adjusting to your new school easier.

You were also always at odds with Juyeon. Although you were both cats, he was everything you weren’t. He was sweet but you just didn’t match on so many things. This meant for a very awkward but pleasant friendship.

You got along best with Chanhee. His air side complemented your fire and he quickly became your closest friend. He was both sassy and caring and you appreciated his endless concern and support for you.

Changmin was a wild card. He and Sunwoo wrecked havoc everywhere they went as Younghoon and Haknyeon incited them while Kevin and Jacob were trying their best to prevent them from destroying the campus. Sangyeon and Hyunjae, who were usually busy with student council matters, were the only ones who could calm everyone down but sometimes chose to enjoy the mayhem.

“Did you guys hear the rumors?” Sunwoo bursted through the classroom door panting. “The headmaster is considering an overnight field trip for the seniors!”

Jaws dropped and gasps spread throughout the students. The room was immediately in a buzz as everyone was shocked and excited at the possibility of leaving the sealed territory. It had been 5 years since students were allowed a trip in the outside world.

The homeroom teacher came in and hushed everyone to quiet down. He couldn’t hide the smile that forced its way onto his face after seeing how happy his students looked.

“Is it true we might get a senior trip?” Haknyeon impatiently asked.

“I cannot comment on that. An official announcement will be made later today,” the teacher said.

“That’s not a no!” Younghoon squealed.

True to his words, the headmaster’s voice was heard over the PA system before the dismissal bell. She congratulated the seniors on their hard work and announced that they would be given the opportunity to sign up to spend 3 days and 2 nights on a cruise.

The entire floor of students erupted into cheers and you heard footsteps run across as they barged into classrooms to find their friends and rejoice together. Changmin came into your classroom dragging Kevin and Juyeon behind him.

“Guys, I can’t believe it! It’s been forever since I last saw humans,” Changmin gushed.

“The whole point of us going on a private boat is to ensure that we don’t have any run-ins with humans,” Kevin reminded.

“Yeah but I’m sure we’d pass by them on our way there,” Changmin rolled his eyes.

Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Jacob strolled in, greeting your group of friends with a nod of acknowledgment. They waited as the rest of you gathered your stuff to leave together.

“Everyone’s going, right? Y/n, you too?” Eric asked.

“Umm,” you hesitated as you looked at their expectant eyes. “I honestly don’t know if it’d be a good idea… I’m still not in complete control over my powers.”

“Aw but Y/n! You can’t miss out on this once in a lifetime trip with all of us!” Sunwoo whined.

“Yeah, it’ll be your last time leaving campus before graduating! Plus, it’ll be your first and last major bonding experience with our class,” Younghoon pouted.

“I know how hard fire can be to control. If you want, I can stay with you and try to help you detect signs of distress before it manifests itself,” Hyunjae offered.

“And I‘ll be next to you to put out any accidents!” Eric beamed.

“You know I always have extra clothes in my bag,” Chanhee added.

You couldn’t say no to the 11 pairs of pleading eyes. They all so desperately wanted you to go with them that it warmed your heart. It hadn’t even been long since you first met them but they always treated you like you were with them from the start.

So you added your name to the list of students and that was how you ended up dragging your suitcase to the giant cruise ship. Haknyeon was bouncing in excitement next to you as the throng of high schoolers slowly made their way inside.

Room assignments were the same as back at the academy, which meant that you were in a single by yourself again. Changmin expressed his envy as Chanhee happily pulled him into their shared room.

Once you were unpacked, you headed to the deck and admired the seascape. The ship was already sailing into the vast ocean and the endless horizon felt so freeing. Leaning on the handrails, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The salty smell brought back memories of visiting the beach with your parents.

You felt someone join you but didn’t open your eyes. You could tell by their footsteps that it was Eric.

“Enjoying the change in environment?” he asked.

“Makes me a bit nostalgic,” you said as you opened your eyes.

The wind was strong and the waves were violently crashing into the sides of the boat. With the sun glistening in the water’s reflection, you squinted a bit to appreciate the scenery in front of you.

“Isn’t the view so pretty?” you sighed in content. You didn’t notice that he wasn’t looking at the sea. Instead, he was staring at you.

“Yeah. Extremely pretty,” he found himself saying with a soft smile.

To Eric’s slight annoyance, Sunwoo came and tactlessly interrupted the moment to tell you two to meet everyone else at the pool. He was raving about the jacuzzi next to it and eagerly tugged at Eric’s sleeve to hurry him up.

Younghoon was already shoving Hyunjae’s head underwater when you arrived. Jacob waved at you from the chaise lounge and you sat down next to him. Giggling, you watched Sangyeon climb on top of both of them as Juyeon egged him on. Changmin and Chanhee were relaxing in the jacuzzi while Kevin and Haknyeon were piling food on their plates at the snack bar.

Eric was thrown into the pool thanks to Sunwoo’s push and he emerged to the surface screaming and laughing. Using his powers to add more pressure, he splashed Sunwoo with water, who ran off shrieking.

“Do you not like the water as well?” you turned around to face Jacob.

“I don’t necessarily dislike it but I don’t really like it either,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind jumping in if the guys tell me to join.”

“Do you hate the water or are you afraid of it?” Haknyeon asked as he and Kevin took a seat next to you.

“I guess both?” you answered.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I’m actually not that fond of large bodies of water either,” Kevin said as he offered Jacob a bite of his pizza. “Pretty weird for a water element, huh?”

“Hey, hey, we don’t stick to stereotypes. We are all individuals with personalities and preferences unique to our own character,” Jacob chided.

“Oh how I love confirmation biases,” Haknyeon joked.

You had to admit it was pretty interesting to see how each person matched and defied their element and animal characteristics. It was like taking a personality test and fervently agreeing with the parts that were true and blatantly ignoring the parts that weren’t.

The rest of the day was spent fooling around and playing games. There was never a dull moment with the boys. They were always in high spirits and full of energy.

Even at dinner, your table was the loudest one. Juyeon had been sneakily stealing a few bites of fish off of Haknyeon’s plate, who took great offense when he finally noticed. Meanwhile, Eric was bargaining with Younghoon for his chicken. At the mention of chicken, Hyunjae joined in on the negotiation of the last piece of meat.

So far, you haven't had a risky moment with either your element or animal. You were in complete control and didn’t need guidance—although Chanhee remained by your side just in case. When you made it back to your room to call it a night, you were relieved and proud that the trip was going smoothly without any hiccups.

Perhaps you spoke too early.

In one of the rooms down the hall, a girls’ night had turned awry. One of the girls, a water element, began crying and started a waterflow that got out of hand. The more she panicked and tried to stop it, the higher the water rose. It quickly seeped into the hallway and into other rooms.

With her friends screaming at her to make it stop, it only escalated with a loud whoosh as the door broke open from the pressure. Now in full panic mode, the girls shrieked and realized that the place was flooding from the inside out.

They trudged through the rising water to flee, banging on doors on their way out. Doors swung open as students woke up from the commotion.

By the time Juyeon finally managed to wake Eric up from his deep sleep, the water was nearly up to the bed. The roommates freaked out, wondering what the heck was going on. Juyeon quickly grabbed his bag and hurried Eric to leave.

On their way out, however, they saw that your door was still closed.

“Shit, Y/n can’t swim,” Eric gasped.

“The water’s not that deep yet. Let’s get her out while it’s still walkable,” Juyeon said as he threw his bag down and started walking towards your room.

Meanwhile, you were still sound asleep. You were startled awake by the pounding. When you registered the situation, the fear made you shift into a cat before you could get up and unlock the door. You anxiously glanced at the closed door as the water began to climb up your body.

Outside, Eric felt a pit form in his stomach. Getting worried, he decided to break your door open. With the help of Juyeon, he barely slammed the heavy wood down by mustering up all the strength he had.

“Y/n!” he yelled when he finally saw you.

You were struggling to keep your head above the water and it was getting harder by the second to not breathe in the liquid. He rushed to pick you up and kept you afloat even when he stumbled. The waves were now reaching his chest.

Juyeon transformed into his cat form to swim as Eric trekked through the hall. You were clinging onto him and Eric was holding onto you tightly as well. You could feel him pant and his heart beat fast. Tucked under his arm, you looked up to see beads of sweat falling from his forehead.

Your own heart skipped a beat at the sight. You could tell how much he cared for you. He made you feel wanted. Needed. Important.

You two were polar opposites but still complemented each other so well. He was the optimism you lacked and you were his rock. You kept him grounded and he made you laugh.

When you finally escaped to the deck, Juyeon stepped away to change back into a human and put on clothes. Your friends crowded around you, Younghoon drying you off with a towel and Chanhee placing a clean outfit next to you.

“Alright, everyone, settle down,” the headmaster called out, turning heads. “I’m glad you’re all safely out but it’ll take some time to drain the water. Please calmly stay in groups until we sort everything out.”

Thanks to your months of training, you were now able to sense when your transformation was about to occur. You grabbed the clothes with your mouth and ran off before you could flash anyone. You sheepishly returned wearing one of Chanhee’s pajama shirts and with water still dripping from your hair.

“Y/n!” Sunwoo dramatically whined, jumping you for a hug. Displeased, Eric peeled him off of you and handed you another towel.

“Thanks, Eric,” you smiled. “For… everything.”

“No problem,” he grinned as he ruffled your head.

“Thank God these two got you out safe and sound,” Sangyeon sighed in relief. You apologized for worrying everyone, to which Hyunjae insisted that you had no reason to feel sorry.

Luckily, the next day was not as eventful. A dinner party was prepared for the last night on the cruise and you got to dress up and have fun. You enjoyed a relaxing time in the ballroom with music playing from the speakers and the boys embarrassing themselves on the dance floor.

You giggled as you watched Changmin ask his crush for a dance after Chanhee quite literally pushed his friend to approach her. It was sweet to see both of them all shy in each other’s arms.

Juyeon nudged Eric and nodded in your direction to ask if he was going to ask you to dance as well. When Eric pretended not to know what he was talking about, Sunwoo joined in to tease him.

“Come on, bro. We all know you like her. Just hurry up and make a move already,” Sunwoo snickered.

“Ooh are we talking about Y/n?” Hyunjae came after eavesdropping.

“I hate you guys,” Eric rolled his eyes as he tried to hide his blush.

Learning from Chanhee, Sunwoo shoved his best friend towards you and fled after he bumped into you. Shooting him a glare, Eric silently swore at him with his eyes. He cringed before turning around to face you.

He felt his breath being stolen away when his eyes met yours. You were absolutely stunning. The glimmer of the chandelier shining on your enhanced your features and he found himself lost in your orbs.

From a few tables away, Kevin and Jacob had joined the other three guys to fanboy over the interaction. Juyeon whispered “he’s totally whipped” to Sunwoo who failed to hold back his laughter. Eric, however, didn’t even notice. He was too busy gaping at you.

“Uhh is there something on my face?” you asked, bringing your palm to your cheek. You were slightly self conscious at his intense staring.

“Beauty,” he blurted. Trying to play it cool, he acted confident and ignored the burst of laughter from his friends. You felt your face heat up at his comment and awkwardly coughed as you looked away.

“Y-You look great too,” you stuttered.

On his way to pour himself some more punch, Chanhee loudly told you to just dance with Eric. He passed by and continued to walk towards the drinks without a care as to how flustered he left you two. Your friends were practically doubling over in laughter at this point.

So Eric boldly held your hand and gently guided you to the dance floor. Feeling your body heat up, he applied his cooling powers on you to prevent you from igniting flames.

“I guess we could say there’s a spark between us,” he joked.

The rest of the night flew by in a blur. You hadn’t felt so carefree in so long. For the first time in a while, you weren’t hung up on the past or worried about the future. You simply appreciated the moment as you were living it.

You never expected things to turn out the way it did. With the death of your parents, you lost a lot of things. But your new friends made you feel complete again. They healed you in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

The revelation of your true identity also brought you peace. You no longer felt like the odd one out. Your own powers didn’t scare you and you felt safe learning about them at the boarding school.

However, you began to doubt all of that the second you docked back on land. You were chatting with Eric about his favorite ramen brand when an all-too-familiar voice made you freeze.

“Y/n..?” he carefully called out. He slowly came up to see if it really was you and gasped when he saw that it was.

Eric didn’t know why he suddenly felt uneasy. Maybe it was because an unknown male had made a reappearance in your life or maybe it was because he recognized the way he was looking at you. It was the same way he looked at you as well.

Chanhee, now protective and defensive, slightly pushed you to the back to ask who he was.

“It’s okay, Chanhee. He’s my friend,” you assured, stepping forward.

Juyeon scowled, not liking that you were interacting with people from the human world. It was borderline going against the rules.

“Hey, Hyunjoon. Long time no see,” you timidly greeted.

“Are you kidding me? You disappeared after a fire burned down your house and that’s all you have to say to me?” Hyunjoon fumed.

You winced at the pain evident in his voice. It had hurt you to ignore your best friend and there hadn’t been a day where you didn’t miss him. Guilt-ridden, you were unable to meet his eyes. He took you by surprise by pulling you in for a hug.

“We thought of the worst, Y/n,” he murmured. “I forgive you for going M.I.A. on me. It’s okay. Everything’s fine as long as you’re here.”

You choked back tears but couldn’t stop one from falling down your cheek. You heard the headmaster gathering the students to get on the bus back home and knew that you didn’t have much time before you had to leave him again. Sangyeon patted you on the shoulder and ran ahead to ask the headmaster for leniency.

“I-I have to go soon,” you stammered as you broke away from his embrace.

“Go where? You’re not coming back home?” Hyunjoon asked.

“I… have a new home now,” you gulped. “I can’t tell you where and I can’t promise that I’ll be able to see you again. But I’ve missed you. I still do.”

“Are you safe?” he whispered after staying silent for a bit. “Are you happy?”

You took a glimpse of your group of friends that was unconvincingly pretending to not listen to the conversation. It almost made you chuckle despite the situation.

“Yeah,” you trailed off. “I’m doing well, Hyunjoon. And I hope the same for you. I’m sorry.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” he forced a smile as he hugged you one last time. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Hyunjoon.”

It pained you to see him watch you walk away. Your heart broke with each step you took. On the ride back to the forest, you stared out the window. Eric, sitting next to you, softly squeezed your hand to offer you some comfort.

“I made the right choice, right?” you asked, leaning on his shoulder.

“Do you regret it?” he cautiously asked.

You thought about it. You definitely missed Hyunjoon and all of your other old friends. You also definitely felt bad that you left them behind without a word and still couldn’t provide an explanation. But at the same time, you’ve grown to love your new school and new friends. You no longer had to be on edge without even knowing the reason why. Creker Academy made you feel confident. The boys made you feel accepted. Eric made you feel loved.

“No,” you answered with certainty. “Not at all.”

a/n: for the eric to my sunwoo, @sohnhorizon​

[the-faces-and-voices-in-my-head]

A Miracle in September

Alright, let me give you a short explanation for what will happen next.

I am not a writer and I will never see myself as a writer.

However, I might have some ideas hidden deep down and they happen to float when they grow bigger than my brain and my heart to take.

You guys are the best place to share whatever you will read with.

You are more than welcome to love it, hate it, or ignore it.

But of course, If It is up to me, I hope it gives you a happy moment.

@i-am-no-body Since it was your request to write something, I did it now let's share whatever reactions we get together XD

It was a windy day, the leaves and thin branches were moving with the wind proving how strong it was; sitting in his wheelchair, Levi Ackerman watched the scene quietly from the large window in his room.

It started as a beautiful day of the autumn season.

Levi's favorite season.

He was lost in his thoughts until a tiny persistent sound forced him back to reality. He pushed the wheelchair closer to the window where he saw a cat struggling to stay balanced on the edge of another close window to his.

-Tch! what an idiot!

The cat made this long heart-wrenching sound as if she was screaming for help, Levi lived on the fifth floor and if she fell, it would be a deadly fall for sure. Levi watched her for a moment then moved his wheelchair again to get one of his crutches that he often uses when he has to move longer than the usual distance he can walk.

He supported the crutch while pushing its wide end to where the scared cat stood. He thought he might create a bridge for her to reach to his window and he will take her inside; the cat didn't disappoint him, she started moving carefully walking on the crutch until she reached Levi's window and jumped into his lap.

Levi caught her with one hand, pulled the crutch back, and closed the window with the other hand.

-Here...I got you...Don't be scared.

The cat's heart was beating faster than usual even for her, Levi checked if she was injured anywhere then decided to start by feeding her.

-Wait here, I will make you a tasty lunch.

Levi has always been kind to animals, stray cats were his closest friends in his childhood so he didn't try to hide his love and kindness towards them as he has always done among humans.

Levi got up slowly and went towards the kitchen.

-Captain Levi!

Falco ran after Levi trying to help him in whatever he needed to walk for.

-Bring me a clean bowl Falco.

Not knowing what for, Falco brought a bowl to Levi, White milk filled the bowl while Falco watched in confusion: Captain...Are you hungry?

-Tch, do you think I drink milk from a bowl, brat?

Falco raised his hand in defense: No...no...I thought you are preparing cereals...they are usually put in milk.

-Ce...What?

-Falcoooo, I found a cute cat in captain Levi's room!

Levi was one who responded: Why are you in my room in the first place Gabi?

Gabi came with a wide happy smile on her face holding the cat excitedly: We wanted to check on you captain...we missed you and planned to spend the day with you.

Levi knew why...and he was grateful to the two brats whom he considered as a family ever since the nightmare ended.

He was aware what day tomorrow is but they came earlier than he expected them to come.

The doorbell rang and quiet knocks followed.

-MR ONYANKOPON IS HERE CAPTAIN LEVI!

Gabi's voice rang in the house while Levi was walking to the living room where Gabi took the cat.

-Falco, how do you survive this noisy one without going deaf?

Falco smiled shyly: I got used to her, captain.

And Levi knew more than anyone how to live with a loud cheerful one.

-Oh, where did you find this beautiful one, Levi?

-She was stuck like an idiot on the edge of a near window.

Onyankopon smiled and said: then you saved her right?

Levi's slightly blushing face answered for him.

Onyankopon continued: Once a hero, always a hero.

-Shut up smart hat!

Onyankopon laughed knowing how Levi reacts to compliments yet he never stopped expressing his admiration and gratitude to the man who saved the world despite everything he lost...and everyone.

The cat jumped from Gabi's arm to Levi's lap again ignoring the food.

-Oh? the cat already chose her owner Gabi!

-Well, this just gives me more reasons to stay with Captain Levi.

Levi stroked the white fur lovingly and talked to the cat: what? not hungry? or you didn't like it?

The cat returned the kind gesture by touching Levi's fingers with her paw then jumped again to where the bowl is and started drinking the milk in a graceful manner.

-Levi! The cat is well behaved! I thought she is going to make a mess!

Levi watched her silently but the admiration was obvious on his handsome face.

Gabi said: I will prepare the lunch then, come with me, Falco!

Falco's blushing cheeks explained what he wanted so the two men nodded in approval.

Onyankopon smiled and said: Ah that young love.

Levi didn't respond, verbally at least but he raised his hand and touched the stitches on his face nodding in agreement quietly.

Onyankopon knew how Levi felt.

It was the afternoon of the 4th of September.

In reality, it was a reminder of the unforgettable one they lost almost a year ago and in a better world, it would be almost her birthday.

Onyankopon closed his eyes for a moment and whispered: Happy Birthday Commander Hange...

As if she was called, the cat returned to Levi's lap again with a graceful jump but this time she climbed his chest and with her little paw touched the stitches on his face.

Both of the men were surprised and confused.

Levi's eye on this side was no longer able to serve him but he still felt the cat's careful touch, she traced the stitches carefully and gently as if she knew how delicate and important these stitches are.

The awkward silence lasted for almost a minute then the cat looked up as if she was seeing something on the ceiling.

She started to purr in satisfaction.

Levi was surprised by what she did but he enjoyed it nonetheless: you are such a weird ball of fur.

Onyankopon picked the topic: what are you going to call her?

Levi seemed surprised by the question.

He never considered keeping the cat.

-I didn't say I am keeping this furball.

-But she is so smart, clean and polite and she likes you a lot.

-She will make a mess sooner or later...You can keep her if you want.

-I am not the one being licked, touched, and loved by her sadly.

The cat was awake and listening, she flipped on her back in an adorable way touching Levi's sleeves with two paws.

-Hahahaha, Is she flirting now?

-If she is then she is an idiot.

Onyankopon shook his head without commenting on what Levi said, he learned that these words are signs of affection from Levi.

-Come on Levi, Pick a name.

-I don't have one...I will call her cat.

-Oh for god's sake Levi, she is a cat, I said a name.

-Why the hell do I need to call a cat with a name in the first place? I haven't lost my mind yet.

-It does not mean you lost your mind, it means that you care about your pet...Think of something related to her, her appearance, your feelings about her...anything she made you feel.

-Idiot...She is an idiot one so I will call her "Idiot"...Happy?

The cat hit Levi's hand lightly with her paw before biting it softly, almost tickled him.

Onyankopon didn't try to hold his laughter: See? She didn't like it, Levi.

Levi carried her and looked into her blue eyes.

It was exactly like the sea he saw for the first time with her...

That day...

He didn't show it but what he felt was pure joy.

Hange's beautiful face.

Her cheerful laugh.

Her curious comments.

He felt it all even if nobody noticed.

The sea for him was a reminder of the pure joy he once felt.

He hesitated before saying in a low unsure tone: How about...Joy?

Onyankopon answered immediately: I love it.

The cat seemed to like it too.

Gabi and Falco finished cooking and started serving the lunch.

The hours passed quickly.

They talked, joked, and laughed.

At 10 PM, Levi decided to go to sleep.

Falco and Gabi decided to stay in the other room Levi prepared for them.

Onyankopon shyly asked to stay and he was ok with sleeping on the big sofa if Levi accepted.

Levi didn't have the courage to disappoint them...and didn't want to do it.

He was grateful for this kind of love he got from all of them.

He knew how having a family may feel.

He knew how having a trustworthy friend can be.

Far from fears of loss, blood, and destruction, these feelings were different from what he experienced in his life and he wanted to cherish them even if he could not express them clearly.

After he closed the door of his room, he noticed that the cat sneaked in.

-Tch, I will not let you sleep on the bed.

The cat jumped on the near chair and stayed there.

Levi was prepared for a short fight, he was even considering giving in to the cat's desire if she insisted.

-Well, Good.

He started taking off his clothes to wear something more comfortable but he stopped abruptly when he heard a feminine voice: Are you sure you want to do that while I am sitting here?

He raised his head instantly towards the direction of the voice.

What he saw was almost a hallucination...

A woman he knew very well was sitting there where Joy was.

Levi needed a few seconds to speak: Ma!!!

She got up and sat beside him on the bed: I...I am not your mother but I thought you would love to see her face after all these years...was it a bad idea?

Levi didn't find the words.

He was sure that it was a dream.

He was sure that none of this was real.

But if it was a dream why isn't she in it?

-Are you thinking about the smiling woman with glasses?

Her kind smile matched his mother's.

He could finally speak: How do you know both of them? and...Who are you?

She kept the kind smile: You named me Joy.

-Then I am dreaming? or...Am I dying?

She touched his face like his mother did in an old dream of his and shook her head: Neither...It is just that I owe you.

The question didn't leave Levi's head but she answered it: some cats are not only mere cats, we live in this world disguising ourselves in forms, cats are our favorite since humans love it and respect it, they even worshipped them.

-So...You are not a cat?

-I know you are new to this world and the concept of miracles is not a familiar one to you but I am one of god's creatures, powerful enough to repay your kindness.

-Can you bring back the dead?

Levi asked without thinking then he felt a mix of shame and sadness.

-I don't think I need to go that far.

Levi's widened eyes asked before he did: what do you mean?

His mother's face smiled kindly: Cats can see spirits, I tried to make you notice when I played with her.

Levi repeated in a hopeful voice: Her?

She nodded: The cheerful one with glasses? Don't you know she has been by your side all the time?

Levi was surprised beyond words.

He asked her to watch over him.

She never abandoned him once.

Even in death...He was her priority.

-You named me joy and saved me when you could ignore me and now I know how I will pay my debt. She didn't wait for Levi's confused question and said: She tied herself to you with a string of fate, with every stitch, it held a wish and a prayer to the one your new friend spoke of.

She was desperate to keep you alive so she put all her hopes in these wishes and entrusted the mighty creator to keep you safe.

Levi knew she was speaking about Hange.

She continued: Her spirit never abandoned you so all I need to do is to give her a form that your human senses can feel and that...I can do.

Levi knew it was a dream yet he didn't try to wake up.

He was afraid to wake up.

The kind dear face of his mother gave him the same loving look he remembers and said: You are a very good man Levi Ackerman and If we crossed paths again in this life or the next ones, I will make sure to keep this friendship...

Now, remember what I will say, I spared a life of my nine lives to your beloved, she shall live for as long as you will, you are tied with a string of fate and never-ending love. You will be her connection to the world of living this time when your life ends, her connection ends, and if you gave up on loving her...

Levi interrupted her with all the feelings swelling in his heart: Never!

Joy smiled as if she knew already: Wait for her rebirth Levi Ackerman, I hope you will find the joy you once felt with her in your remaining years. I shall take my leave.

Before he could ask about what she meant, a strong wind engulfed both of them while Joy's voice rang for the last time: May your life be blessed both of you.

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Levi woke up feeling a heavy weight on his chest but he didn't open his eyes yet. He had this dream and he wished he could never wake up. He truely hoped for that rebirth the mysterious being spoke of.

A faint touch played with his hair.

It was so soft....so kind.

A dear voice followed it: Wake up Levi...

His eyes opened slowly.

He thought he was still dreaming though.

She could never be here for real...could she?

-I missed you clean freak.

His heartbeats doubled maybe tripled even.

He could barely say: This is a dream...

She smiled as he has always remembered: tough luck Levi, I think you are stuck with me for another round.

Levi didn't find the words at this moment but he did the one thing he regretted not doing all the past years.

He hugged Hange as if he was trying to keep her inside his chest.

She was surprised by what he did but she hugged him even tighter.

-I have been stalking you all the time.

Levi's hot tears fell on her shoulder, she felt them but she didn't want to leave his arms yet, she continued: I am happy you made it alive out of that hell Levi, I am proud of you, I have always been.

His body shook briefly as he let go of his pain, longing, and sadness while Hange kept stroking his hair and his back softly and lovingly.

They didn't know how long they stayed this way.

They felt pure happiness.

They felt pure bliss that night.

Hange could finally take a good look at Levi's face.

-You are still so damn handsome, Levi.

His eyes were still wet as he stroked her cheek tenderly.

-Say something Levi...

He looked into her hazel brown eyes: Don't Go Hange!

Her heart fluttered as she responded: Didn't you hear that you are my lifeline? I am alive again as long as you live, as long as you want me to be.

-Do you mean that...You can't die before I die?

Hange looked surprised then said: well, I think she meant normal death but not accidents, maybe we should tr...

Levi grabbed Hange's hair longingly forcing her closer to him: Shut up four eyes...Shut up...This time you will never go anywhere without me and whatever the reason that may take your life, I will be by your side...I am not making the same mistake again...Got it?

She touched his forehead with hers and whispered: Got it.

The large clock outside announced the time.

Levi's door was opened by Gabi who was calling his name as she opened: Captain Levi who are you talking t...huh?

Hange got up spreading her arms: Gabiiiii!

Falco and Onyankopon were no different from Gabi.

Onyankopon was the one who noticed that the cat was nowhere to be seen: Levi...Is it somehow related to Joy?

Levi nodded: I might be still dreaming.

Falco who was crying and yet trying to soothe the crying Gabi as well said: I...I can see you Hange San, we can't be dreaming at the same time...you...you really are here...it is like Christmas Miracle.

Onyankopon was the one who answered: God does not need a month to give us a miracle Falco then he held both of Hange's hands and kissed them happily: It is a blessing and we can only be grateful we witnessed it.

It was 12:05 am after midnight, the 5th of September, and a rebirth of a never-dying connection and a never-ending love.

[lovemeleo]

Cat Dads

Well, I’m finally back. Hope you all are doing well! This idea popped into my head out of nowhere. It’s the third part to my Nuny fic where Jackson gets injured. I’ll link those two fics below! This is completely un-beta’d so I apologize for any errors. These amazing characters belong to the always fantastic @lumosinlove. 

- Ignite Your Bones

- Love You Through It

***

There is no way to explain the sweet relief of seeing your leg again after 8.5 weeks of it being covered by a cast. 

Zhenya’s nose crinkled when he saw Jackson’s leg, “You have skin. Like fish.” And honestly he wasn’t wrong. Jackson had made the same face when the cast was fully removed but it’s apparently normal.

“Scales, babe. And my skin’s just dry. The doctor said it should flake off though, like in the shower.” Jackson said, fixing the boot back over his jeans. Zhenya’s English was really good, but there were some words that he still didn’t know just because it didn’t come up in conversation. Like scales.

Zhenya picked him up from the doctor’s office and now they were on their way to get lunch, which was apparently a surprise. Jackson had been asking since before they left for the appointment but Zhenya was holding strong.

He thought it might be the pasta place they both loved that was down the street from the rink, but Zhenya drove right by that as well. Actually, he drove all the way out of Gryffindor.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” Jackson asked, looking out the window to see if he could possibly guess. To be completely honest, he didn’t really know the area very well. For as long as they’d lived here, they didn’t tend to leave Gryffindor too often.

Zhenya gave him an exasperated look as he drove, “I tell you, it’s not surprise. We’re almost there anyway, котенок. So impatient.” He muttered, though the corner of his lips quirked up into a smile as his boyfriend grumbled next to him.

Not long after, a smile appeared on Zhenya’s face as he turned into a parking lot, “Okay, котенок. We’re here.”

Jackson was looking out the window as soon as they turned into the lot, his eyes on the sign. It read ‘Cats in Cups’ across the sign with a cute little picture of a kitten in a coffee mug.

His head whipped to look at Zhenya who couldn’t help the giant grin that had spread on his face, “A cat cafe?” Jackson said, unable to help the childlike excitement that seeped into his voice. He had always loved cats. When he was a kid, they always had at least two or three in their house.

“Surprise!” Zhenya said, as he pulled into a spot. “Good surprise, yeah? I bring my котенок to see all the little котенок.” As soon as he put the car in park, Zhenya was pulled in for a deep kiss.

Jackson smiled into the kiss, his hands on either side of Zhenya’s face as he pulled away, “A great surprise, babe. Thank you.” He murmured, leaning in to give him a quick peck before opening his door. Zhenya quickly ran over to his boyfriend’s side of the car, helping him get out.

Putting pressure on his foot again was weird, a bit achy, but it was nice to be able to walk without crutches, “Let’s go see some kitties.” Jackson said, a giddy smile spreading on his face as they made their way inside.

The cafe was empty other than the worker behind the counter when they stepped in, Jackson’s eyes quickly flitting over the room to all of the cats. There were around fifteen or so, some wandering around while others were sprawled on tables or cat trees. It was practically heaven.

A younger woman stood behind the counter, her name tag on the red apron reading Jaz. “Welcome to Cats in Cups!” She said, a wide welcoming smile on her face as she glanced down at a clipboard on the counter in front of her. “My name is Jaz, and I’m gonna guess that you’re Evgeni and Jackson?” 

Zhenya nodded, “Yes, that’s us. You can just call me Kuny.” He said as they walked up to the counter.

“Well, welcome! We can get your order in and then you guys can play with the cats.” She said, checking them off on the list.

Looking up at the menu, they both ordered different lattes to try before finding a spot to sit. Jackson plopped himself right in the middle of the carpeted floor, stretching his left leg out as he watched all the cats watch them. 

As Zhenya sat down next to him, a small gray kitten found its way into Jackson’s lap. Trailing a gentle hand down the kitten’s back, Jackson smiled, “What’s this one’s name?” He asked, glancing up to where Jaz was carrying over their drinks.

Glancing down at the small ball of fluff, she smiled, “That’s Milo, he’s a scottish fold.”

Milo began making his way up Jackson’s chest, tiny paws carrying him up to cuddle into his shoulder. Zhenya quickly snuck a picture as the small kitten nuzzled into his boyfriend’s neck. 

Just as he was tucking his phone away, a large fluffy orange cat nudged at his hand, meowing at him indignantly. Zhenya couldn’t help but laugh as the cat rubbed up against his leg, “Hello there.” He murmured, carefully picking the cat up and cradling her in his arms like a giant baby.

Jaz laughed as she set down their drinks, watching as the giant men turned into puddles of soft at the sight of cats, “It seems Pumpkin has taken a liking to you.”

“I have taken liking to Pumpkin too.” Zhenya said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The cat practically vibrated out of his arms, purring so dramatically.

At this point, Jackson had collected another cat in his lap. Milo was still nuzzled into his neck but in his lap was a massive black cat. Zhenya thought Pumpkin was big but oh my goodness, the black cat definitely had her beat.

Evgeni reached over, letting the giant cat sniff him before gently scratching behind his ears, “He’s so big.” He murmured, watching as he flopped back onto Jackson’s lap.

“Yeah, that’s Loki, our god of mischief. He’s a maine coon with a habit of knocking drinks over as well as chairs. He normally sprawls across our front counter.” Jaz said with a laugh as she made her way back to the counter.

Jackson’s face lit up as he reached down to pet the giant cat, “Loki’s one of my favorite Marvel characters!” Loki leaned into his touch, a deep purr coming from his chest.

Leaning onto the counter, Jaz smiled, “Well, keep in mind: all of our cats are adoptable. It’s a three day process because we give them an veterinary exam and a cleaning, and everything. But then you could take them home.” She said before going back to work, unaware of the wide-eyed looks the two men shared. 

“We could get cats!” Jackson said, almost scaring both cats off of him. He quickly murmured soft apologies into their fur, holding them both close. Milo climbed down off his shoulder into his lap, curling up on top of Loki. Neither of them could help back the soft “aw” as Zhenya took another picture. 

Upset at the lack of attention, Pumpkin swatted her paw at Zhenya’s hand and let out what could only be equivalent to a heavy sigh. He couldn’t help but laugh as he started petting her again, “So sorry, милашка.” He murmured before glancing up at Jackson again. “You want cat?” 

Jackson nodded, unable to stop watching his boyfriend cuddle the orange fluff, “Yeah… yeah I really do. If it was a possibility, I would adopt all of these cats.” He said, gently petting the pile of cats in his lap.

They were both quiet for a while, enjoying their drinks, the cats as well as each other’s company. Just as Jackson took a sip of his coffee, Zhenya turned to him as he held Pumpkin closer.

“Let’s keep them.”

Jackson choked a bit, wiping the coffee that had fallen from his mouth before looking at Zhenya, “W-what? Keep?”

The other man was already nodding, his face hidden by Pumpkin’s fur, “Don’t want to leave her. Or them. We keep them all. Take them home. C’mon, котенок!” 

Jackson didn’t need him to beg. Honestly, he hadn’t even needed Zhenya to ask because as soon as these cats had crawled on top of him, he knew he couldn’t leave them behind, “Alright. Alright, yeah. Let’s keep them.”

You would’ve thought they’d won the lottery with the way Zhenya’s face lit up. And Jackson, being the smitten bastard he was, couldn’t help but smile right back at him.

“We need supplies.” Zhenya said, quickly pulling his phone back out. 

Jackson couldn’t help his little happy dance as he held onto the cats in his lap, “Just order it and we can have it delivered to the house.” Zhenya nodded as he ordered everything he could find on the pet store website that they’d need. Litter boxes, food, toys, beds and towers. 

“Jaz! We need paperwork!” Zhenya said, looking up from his phone.

A big smile lit up her face as she grabbed some paperwork from behind the counter, “I had a feeling we’d need some paperwork, so I started filling it out. Which one are you planning to adopt?”

Jackson smiled, gently running his hand over Loki’s back, “We’d like all three actually.” 

Her eyebrows went up in surprise, but if possible, her smile got exponentially bigger, “All three? Oh that’s fantastic.” She quickly grabbed more paperwork and they all started filling it out, one of them filling out each form.

It took around 20 minutes, but they were finally done. They were going to be cat dads. 

Jaz smiled, stapling together all the papers before she looked up at the guys, “Alright, you two. We just have to do their exams and such, as well as speak to your references, but you should be able to bring them home in two days!”

They both shook her hand, the giant smiles still stuck on their faces, “Thanks so much for your help, Jaz.” 

“Of course, I’m so happy you guys came in and that some of our cats are finding their forever homes with you.” She said with a smile. Both boys gave their last cuddles to the cats before it was time to go.

Jackson pressed a kiss to the top of Milo’s head, “We’ll be back for you three.”

Leaving the cafe was hard, especially when Loki tried to follow them out but they eventually made their way out to the car.

Before they got into the car, Jackson pulled Zhenya to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as he leaned into the taller man’s chest, “I love you.” He said softly, his hands making their way around Zhenya’s waist.

“I love you. Always.” Zhenya murmured, holding Jackson close.

Getting to bring their cats home was one of the best days they’ve had. The cats were a bit skittish with being in a new environment but by bedtime, they had really calmed down. All three cats joined the two men on their bed. Milo curling up on Jackson’s pillow, Pumpkin sprawled on Zhenya’s stomach with Loki stretched across the foot of the bed. 

As they all got comfortable, Jackson couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend, squeezing the hand that was intertwined with his, “I’m so happy to be a cat dad with you, babe.”

Zhenya pressed a kiss to the other man’s knuckles, “You and I, Best cat dads. Always.”

[artificialdaydreamer]

I SHALL ASK ABOUT... Coffee Beans and Toe Beans? TELL US WHAT U LOVE ABOUT IT!

You... You mean the cat cafe fic with everyone's cat cameo's from the writer's server including yours???

Ahem. For those who don't know it's essentially a fic where Martin works at a cat cafe that gets its cats from a local shelter, so customers can fall in love with the kitties and give them a forever home. Jon starts working at said shelter because cats. Eventually the shelter gets a pregnant mama cat and Jon names the kittens after different teas.

This is also the fic where I have an entirely separate google doc full of cats names, descriptions, and who in the TMA writer's server they belong to. Because cat cameos good. Catmeos

Here's a decent-sized snippet featuring your beloved Cala, Ami (and another catmeo)

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The bell above the door jingled as Jon walked into the cafe, effectively drawing the attention of half a dozen cats. It was on the small side, but the large bay windows- each with a plush window seat- made it seem bigger than it actually was. On the far wall there was a counter with a door behind it, and a glass case whose contents he was too far away to see. There were two pairs of sofas, each with a coffee table between them, and three linen-covered tables with mismatched chairs. Then there were the cat trees, cat towers, beds, toys, scratching posts, food and water dishes that covered the floor. There was even a strange combination of shelves, hammocks, posts, and tiny bridges on the walls,upon which several cats were lying on.

From the entrance Jon could see only a handful of guests as well as around seven cats of different sizes, colors, and degrees of fluffiness. A ginger tabby trotted up to him and began rubbing its head against his legs, purring softly. “Hello there,” Jon knelt down and let the cat sniff his offered palm.”

There was the sound of something shattering, like a glass had been dropped, and Jon jumped. Looking up from the tabby he saw a man with a round, friendly face smiling embarrassedly at him from behind the counter. He was about a foot taller than Jon and on the bigger side, with curly auburn hair and bright blue eyes that crinked at the corners when he smiled. “Sorry, I knocked over a mug.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” The words came out of his mouth unbidden. Jon bent down once more to give the tabby a scratch under the chin. “Who’s this handsome man?”

“That’s Percy, our resident greeter. He’s very friendly.” The man smiled and fetched a broom from next to what Jon assumed was the kitchen door. “I’m Martin, by the way.” Walking farther into the cafe Jon could see he was wearing an apron with a paw print name tag that read “Martin, he/him” in neat handwriting.

Reluctantly getting to his feet Jon held out a hand. “Jonathan Sims, er- Jon. You can just call me Jon.” He felt his cheeks flush, he wasn’t used to introducing himself in a non-professional setting.

“Nice to meet you Jon,” if he’d noticed Jon’s embarrassment Martin didn’t let it show. “How can I help you today?”

“Oh, table for one I guess.”

“Righto, any preference of where you’re sitting?” Gesturing to the mostly-empty room behind him Martin smiled. “As you can see we are terribly busy so your selection might be limited.”

“I can see that,” Jon chuckled softly. “Would it be too much trouble to sit on a couch?” He wanted there to be space for cats to join him if they so desired. Martin led him over to a cute little pink sofa upon which sprawled a tuxedo with a black splotch on its pink nose. She woke when Jon sat down and immediately snuggled up next to him, rolling onto her back and exposing her belly when he began to pet her.

“That’s Cala, she’s very cuddly.” Martin held out a small menu, grinning shyly.

“I can tell.”

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and some more Cala because I can

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It was easier to focus on Cala, who seemed displeased that Jon had stopped petting her while he’d enjoyed his tea. She was rubbing her face against his leg, as though trying to remind him that she was there. “Yes, I see you. I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“She’ll forgive you soon enough.”

[missturtleduck]

The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt.1

Part Two│Part Three

Toph Beifong is her parents’ greatest secret, so they require the upmost discretion. That’s where Y/N comes in; as Toph’s etiquette teacher, she lives within the Beifong estate, training the sole heir in being a suitable lady of society. However, when the Avatar comes knocking, Y/N respects her duty to Toph. In leaving the estate, she’ll become a great asset in the war, and a greater asset to her friends around her.

Knelt in her white robes, Toph Beifong tapped the floor in front of her with two fingers, gracious but silent for the tea that she had been poured.

“Good, Toph,” Y/N smiled, pouring her own green tea. “I’m glad you’re keeping up your basic etiquette. Your father will be very pleased.”

The blind girl snorted into her cup, sipping at it as gracefully as she could manage. It was a loud enough sound that it woke Kuai from his slumber; yawning, the wrinkled dog shuffled along the floor to come to Toph’s side. A grin overtook the apathy on her face as she fussed the dog’s head. As much as Y/N knew Toph had little need for a guide dog, it was comforting to know that she had Kuai if she ever felt alone in that big estate.

Placing down her empty teacup, Toph placed her hands innocently in her lap. 

“May I be excused for today’s lessons?”

“Of course, Toph.”

The noble stood, not very tall above the kneeling Y/N, and bowed low. She left, Kuai nipping at her heels as she went. Once she had left the room, Y/N’s pleasant smile fell from her face; she knew where Toph had been going for the past few weeks. Everyone who anything about Earth Rumble knew it was as coarse as river shingle, often dangerous for its competitors. The Gecko, the Hippo, and the Boulder? They were all bad news, and yet Toph had handed their egos back to them in swift and brutal fashion.

Y/N cleared away the dishes from tea. What if Toph got hurt? Or, perhaps even worse, what if her father found out? These thoughts had plagued her mind for a while now, leaving her torn between going to Lao, or dealing with it herself.

With the tea room clean, Y/N stepped into her quarters to prepare for a pleasant evening stroll. Loosening her hair from its rigid bun, it fell in relaxed tresses past her shoulders, easing the tension headache creeping in. On the inside of her jade cuffs, she slipped a small blade on the off-chance things turned messy on the streets of Gaoling. Throwing a thin cardigan over herself, Y/N set out to leave the house. Before she reached the door, a whine caught her attention.

Kuai was lying under a great circular window, the gentle sunlight not cheering up the gentle dog, nor the affection he was now receiving from Y/N. Perhaps it was sad look in those big brown eyes, or how his jowls seemed to emulate a crying face, but she convinced herself that bringing Kuai was a necessary thing to do. He could track her with his nose, she had argued. Clicking her tongue in command, the lump of a dog bounded to her feet and sat patiently, tail thumping a din against the floor.

Opening the door out into the gardens, Y/N stifled a laugh as Kuai practically fell through the open doors and onto the grass. He became caught up in the euphoria of rubbing himself into the peonies that he almost forgot she was there. Y/N chided him, struggling to keep the grin from her face. Now, they were ready to leave.

“Y/N, a lady shouldn’t be venturing out by herself,” A guard, one Y/N was friendly with, tutted.

“Lu, I am no lady,” She laughed, brushing off any status imposed onto her. “I am just a fifteen year old girl excited to spend my time drinking good tea in the city. And I have Kuai!”

Lu allowed the estate gate to be opened, albeit with some reluctance, Y/N leaving almost sated of the worry that tormented her mind. The streets of Gaoling were safer in the daytime, as with most places in the Earth Kingdom, but she had understood Lu’s objection. At any moment, the Fire Nation could launch an attack; the entire city buzzed with a quiet anxiety. Shops were closing earlier, people keeping their doors and window locked. What the city, nor the Beifongs, didn’t know was that if they truly launched an attack, Y/N could keep Toph safe. How, she couldn’t reveal to them.

It seemed that beyond being cute, Kuai had purpose. He hurtled far in front of her, darting back and forth at ungodly speed; he had found Toph. Following the dog – and cursing him for running so fast – she came across a tunnel burrowed deep into the side of a mountain. Its artificial shape, nothing like the natural caves in the area, told Y/N everything she needed to know. Here, she would find her earthbenders.

The dog bristled, whining lowly as he pawed at her leg. She hushed him, scratching behind his ears before venturing into the dark. Brushing her fingertips against the carved-out rock, Y/N guided herself through the dark until she could barely see a glimpse of orange light – flame.

As with most places in the Earth Kingdoms, the entire arena was formed entirely of rock. It was grand, if you ignored the complete absence of colour or natural light, big enough to make the largest warrior feel quite small. The bottom rows were completely devoid of people, bar three kids her age, maybe younger. They weren’t earthbenders. Y/N frowned, deciding to go with the earthbenders’ flow, clambering up with Kuai to one of the top rows.

She was right to do so.

A scream alerted the dog and girl duo, the boy with the wolf tail leapt back away from a large rock that had smashed into the seats a hairs breadth away from him. Perhaps she would have snorted in amusement if it weren’t for the shock.

“Welcome to Earth Rumble V!” A voice called above the commotion – though it seemed to only cause more, that being of the rowdy, excited type. “I am your host, Xin Fu!”

The sinewy man seemed as excitable as the crowd as he commentated on the matches. Each fighting man seemed to grow larger and more muscular as the night proceeded on with more matches; they fought dirty, and most were as immovable as the element they could harness. Well, all except the Fire Nation Man. He was a pitiful excuse for a warrior, Y/N decided.

As Kuai began to growl under her feet, Y/N perked up her head up.

They called her the Blind Bandit. Toph, her student and friend, stood proud in what short stature she had, a championship belt held high above her head. Not in her white robes, she wore proud green, a stark emerald. Her hair fell into her face, uncouth from an etiquette standpoint. Spirits, she was a little girl, tough but still so little. She may have had the best earthbending teacher that money could buy – money not being an object for the Beifong family – but it didn’t stop Y/N whispering a silent prayer, pulling Kuai onto her lap.

“The Boulder feels conflicted about fighting a young, blind girl.”

‘Yeah,’ Y/N thought, a sudden surge of rage filling her, ‘So you should.’

Toph, the meek socialite she was, curled up into herself, a quiver crossing her lips. “Sounds to me like you’re scared, Boulder!”

“Spirits, give me strength,” Y/N sighed, rubbing a hand across her face.

The ensuing fight was something spectacular. Every movement Toph made seemed entirely instinctual. It was over so quickly that Y/N almost thought she’d missed the fight. In a quick flurry of movements, Toph had humiliated, beaten, and confined the Boulder between three stalactites. Knuckles tightening as she grabbed the ends of her sleeves, Y/N didn’t know whether to be impressed or terrified. The terror, though, was not the kind etched on the Boulder’s face, but the kind that stirred in her stomach, boiling up nausea as she thought of what may happen if the Beifongs found out that their sweet daughter was an underground earthbending master.

Xin Fu entered the ring, provoking the crowd into roaring cheers as he held up Toph’s hand in victory. In his other was a hefty bag of what was likely gold; the crowd fell deadly silent the moment it was offered for a victory against the Blind Bandit.

“What?” He sneered, his confidence grating Y/N the wrong way. “No one dares to face her?”

Before Y/N could stand to volunteer, the youngest of the group nearly struck by a rock at the beginning of the tournament stood. “I will!”

Perhaps it was her imagination, but Xin Fu’s expression shifted to something sinister, only for a second before plastering on a smile. By Kuai’s growl, she assumed she was right. As the two fighters circled each other, they spoke, though not loudly enough for Y/N to hear way up away from the arena. The fight lasted longer than that with the Boulder, worrying Y/N and pleasing the audience. It was the final blow, however, that left Y/N speechless.

The boy, shorter and brighter looking than Y/N, pushed Toph off of the ring with the air.

He was an airbender – the Avatar.

Eyes widening, Y/N beckoned Kuai to follow as she hurtled down the seats as gently as possible. Calling after her, she worried that the Avatar’s shouts may have drowned hers out, but Toph merely stood in the mouth of the tunnel, seemingly ignoring the airbender.

“Bandit,” Y/N cut in, putting on her most menacing face. “We have a lot to talk about.”

As Toph closed the tunnel, cutting the two girls and their dog off from the tournament, Y/N could hear the indignant whining of the other boy, accusatory towards the girl who ‘cut off the Avatar’. She snorted, walking alongside the earthbender at ease now the fighting was done.

“So…” Y/N cleared her throat, a small smile playing at her lips. “Underground earthbending fights? Not very ladylike.”

Toph scoffed, fighting a laugh. “It beats staying home and reciting tea ceremonies.”

“I love a good tea ceremony!”

“That,” the girl said, “Is sad.”

There was an air of silence between them for a moment.

“Y/N, you won’t tell my dad, will you?”

At that, Y/N grasped Toph’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “No, but I will be coming with you if you decide to fight again. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

Toph laughed, clearly invincible, undamaged from her bruised ego. They snuck back onto the grounds easy enough, retiring to their separate bedrooms. Etiquette lessons seemed somewhat useless knowing that Toph was possibly the greatest earthbender Y/N had ever seen. On top of seeing the Avatar alive and in the flesh, the day had taken such strange turns.

Y/N had no idea of what was to come.

[rvmmm21]

[ V V S her diamonds ] – ch 04.

[5:45 p.m.] Washed-out rays of sunshine flood the arcade cafe, and Seungwan can’t contain her flourishing smile at the thought of Bae Joohyun visiting her at work. 

. . . . .

Sometimes I wish I could go and live in the clouds of your fantasies.

Being a part-time barista is a safe-haven for all of hers.

The junior buzzes around behind the counter, systematically preparing orders of cakes and coffees on the tiny overhead order slips. A satisfied hum sounds as she finishes prettying the dessert display and slides the glass window closed.

Cake display, check. 

Watermelon lychee-mint crush, coming up.

She dries her hands after spooning the frozen watermelon chunks into the blender, and the crinkle of her leather apron sounds brand new for some reason. Perhaps it’s because she feels brand new. Either way, her customers seem to pick up on her good mood too, and it blows her usually gruelling shift by like a light summer breeze. The hustle of work-pressed university students scrambling for their sugar rushes and extra shots of caffeine dulls in her ears, the memory of the past three weeks sitting at the very forefront of her thoughts. 

The past three weeks of back and forth texting, weekly study dates and a volantly climbing heart rate– wait no, a steadily building friendship.

About halfway through the afternoon, the regular tempo of her shift suddenly interrupts with a swish of silky hair and an award winning smile. 

“Wow, a barista. Cute and talented, I see. Where do I sign up?”

Seungwan adjusts the straps on her apron, blinking. “Taeyeon sunbaenim?”

“Kidding, kidding,” the girl laughs, holding her hand out as if that would somehow quell the bout of unease that had begun to well in the pit of Seungwan’s stomach. 

Remaining professional, she answers with a nervous laugh of her own. “What can I get for you today, sunbaenim?”

Taeyeon hums, tapping a delicate finger to her chin while she stares down at the fancy little menu. A vague smirk graces pink lips as her fingertip traces the bold laminated print. “Hm, what do your pancakes come with?”

Seungwan leans over the cash register to glaze over the small description underneath and then snaps back up, knowing the ingredients by heart already. “Oh! They’re plain buttermilk, but you can choose your topping! Uh… strawberries and ice cream is– it’s a customer favourite, if you’d like.” 

A hum of deliberation. “I see. And do I get special service?”

“S-Sorry?” The suggestion in her tone chokes the girl, unsure of what that means. 

Taeyeon gracefully giggles and leans over the counter to playfully tap Seungwan on the shoulder. “Yah, you’re too funny. I meant an extra scoop of ice cream. Since we know each other, obviously. Why, what were you thinking?”

“Ah! Of course I can do that for you,” she chuckles awkwardly, keying in the order. Seungwan’s fingers flinch around the Amex Black Card when it doesn’t slip out of Taeyeon’s as easily. Chestnut eyes peek up at her, and from the casual smirk on her face, the older girl seems to know what she’s doing.

“Oh yeah,” her expression contorts as though she’s trying to recall why she’s now holding up a small queue of foot-tapping, huffing customers. “How’s your project going?” 

She answers hastily, eyeing the holdup. “It’s great! Joohyun unnie is really helping me with this class.”

Taeyeon raises a brow. “Unnie?”

“Y-Yeah, Joohyun unnie’s great, can– can I take your card, please?” she reiterates.

“Ah,” the other girl finally nods in realisation, “you two are close friends now. That’s great! I’m glad to hear it’s going well.” The grip on the credit card slackens. “Thank you, Seungwan.”

Seungwan purses her lips, stiffly rocking on her heels as they both wait for the card reader to go ‘beep’. Once Taeyeon walks away, her tension dispels with a heavy sigh and she signals for the next customer.

Softy’s Autumn Morning comes on the set playlist shuffle. Pleasant lo-fi beats ripple through the cafe and Seungwan gently bops along as she works, carefully eyeing the bubbling pancake mix to make sure it doesn’t burn. 

Time seems to slow to a glacial pace. That is, until the little bronze bell chimes and a certain someone walks in. Seungwan recognises that vintage Balenciaga Defile Sport hoodie in a heartbeat. Her legs kick into gear and she rushes over to meet her. Joohyun approaches the counter with her signature gaze of boredom, but hides a laugh behind her sweater paw when she sees the barista almost trip over her own sneakers. 

Five minutes later, said barista is hunched over a small cup of latte, hands steadily crafting two pointy milk ears with the help of a toothpick.

As she pops a little bonus on the saucer in replacement of their standard Lotus Biscoff biscuit, Seungwan wonders where Sooyoung and Jennie are, melting a little at how Joohyun looks so small and harmless without the final duo to complete her killer posse. God, when they're all three together, it gets really hard to not believe she'sthe precious daughter of South Korea's most elusive mafia boss. The rumours have to come from somewhere, right? She takes a deep breath to steel her nerves before serving the mafia daughter sitting by the window.

“Enjoy your coffee, unnie!” she chirps, setting the steaming drink down. Service with a complimentary home baked cookie is her way of saying ‘I think you’re super cool’. 

Totally embarrassed at her dumb little gift, the girl slinks back to her station with sizzling ears before her senior can even thank her.

How cute.

Joohyun’s lips curl into a secret smile at the milk foam cat happily greeting her from her latte.

. . . . .

[7:45 p.m.] Seulgi whines when she goes to get a Cola from the fridge and finds the door wide open with Yerim chugging milk straight from the carton. Her roommate calmly caps the lid, dutifully ignoring her.

. . . . .

Polystyrene containers of spicy tteokbokki, salmon sashimi, crispy pork mandu as well as skewers of various glazed meats glisten deliciously under warm living room lights. It’s the perfect go-to cheat day feast. 

“Unnie, you’re like those tragic lovers in my dramas,” the youngest blurts, chewing on her Yakult straw. “Literally every one of them. Too dumb to confess and then drowns in their tears at night. You gonna break the cycle or what?”

Shock seizes Seungwan’s expression before she shakes her head at the way this heartless dongsaeng just takes her feelings and tosses them around like a salad. Still, she thinks, there’s no harm in being honest.

“What’s there to confess? We’re just friends."

Seulgi and Yerim exchange a silent look at the neat pile of tteokbokki on Seungwan’s plate. They remembered only a month ago, their friend seemed to have eyes for nothing else. The dish was so tasty she could marry it, apparently. But its charms seem to have worn off; now overshadowed by Joohyun’s endearingly obnoxious laughter and just about everything about her.

"Plus, you know, I doubt Joohyun unnie sees me that way either."

An epiphany strikes Yerim and she slaps her hand on the table, jabbing a restless finger at her shocked dorm mates. “Zenitsu, Zenitsu! Unnie, you’re Zenitsu, I’ve freaking figured it out.”

Confusion colours Seungwan’s face. “Zenits… who?”

“Zenitsu from Demon Slayer.”

“What?”

“That mopey kid.”

“Yerim-ah…” 

“Demon Slayer. Yerimie’s bingeing it right now. Anime on Netflix or something,” Seulgi explains through a mouthful of dumpling, “she won’t shut up about it. God help us there’s a movie out already.”

Curiosity soon has the confused girl peering at her screen, determined to find out what she’s being called. Thank god for YouTube. 

The youngest feels the heat as she watches her unnie’s expression become more and more deadpan with every passing video.

“Yerim. What, exactly, do you see of me in this?” Seungwan threateningly questions, holding up a paused clip of a cartoon boy grovelling at the feet of a pretty girl. She wonders if it’s wrong to want Joohyun to actually have mafia connections now… and if she’d be willing to share them with her for… purposes.

She shrugs defensively. “What? Don’t you think he’s cute?”

"Don't worry Wan, I don't see it either," Seulgi jumps in.

‘Cute’ isn’t quite the term. The blonde nonchalantly brings the chopsticks to her mouth and bites down… onto thin air. Much to the amusement of the two across her. “Hey how’s it going with Sooyoung?” she turns her attention to the girl sitting cross-legged opposite.

Seulgi tuts in reply, dangling a salmon slice in front of her unimpressed roomie. “Stop trying to change the subject, Wan. It’s sooo obvious.” After a pregnant pause, she grins like a kid on Christmas morning, spilling her own adventures with her third of the black velvet trio in one breath. “But thank you for asking because we’re going to the cinema this weekend.”

Yerim chopsticks another tteokbokki onto her plate. “Ooh, what movie?”

“Oh, uh…” Seulgi shrugs, “dunno… I think Sooyoung knows more about what’s good, so I’ll–”

“You’re gonna let her decide, is what I’m hearing,” the maknae scoffs with an eye roll.

Seungwan smiles.

“Simps… simps! Help, someone save me, you guys are everywhere!” Yerim pretends to drown on land and her friends resist the urge to jump her on the spot. 

. . . . .

[11:09 a.m.] The raven-haired senior catches her unsuspecting junior on her way through campus gardens the next morning and pries her for answers. 

. . . . . 

“Why a cat?”

Seungwan’s eyes form joyous crescent moons. “Unnie!”

Suddenly, she has to keep her focus from dwindling into how good they’d both look sitting under the shade of that big old oak tree. 

Somewhere through the cottoned clouds of her daydreams, they’re on one of their many picnics. Doughnuts, corn-dogs, toasted sandwiches and bottled juice litter the peach gingham mat they’re sitting on, and Joohyun offers her a corner of her Gilgeori toast. Of course, she cheekily tries her luck, leaving her with just the corner instead. She yelps when Joohyun gives her a shoulder thwack well deserved. 

Clumsy knees knock together as they laugh themselves silly, the powdered sugar on their lips melting into a sweet river every time she connects them with a kiss. 

Seungwan bites her lip, wringing her mind of those thoughts, trying to play down the elation at hearing her senior’s curiosity. “A cat? I-I don’t know, I just think they’re funny and– kinda cute.” Her voice goes squeaky with excitement. “You liked it? Unnie! You should order more coffees with milk in them. I’ll draw you a bunny next time!” 

Joohyun nods, willing to buy the cafe’s entire stock if it meant she got to see Seungwan beam like a praised puppy, all too eager to learn its next trick.

And she might’ve just marched down there right now to do as she’d said… if they weren’t ten minutes late for their class. Suddenly they’re both panickedly clutching at each other, torn between sprinting like they’re being chased by hyenas, turning up fashionably late, or hopping around and freaking out about the fact that they’re already eleven minutes late, now.

Joohyun’s wrist is grabbed just as she’s about to suggest the fashionably late option. Then she’s hurtling forward, struggling to keep her books from falling whilst poorly protesting the early-morning PE session. But Seungwan is too busy shouting nonsense into the skies about how this is the final chance the lightning gods get to strike her down and charge her up.

Which would’ve been convincing had her voice not cracked on every other word.

As the pair clumsily sprint down the path of pastel flower bushes, the older girl can’t remember the last time she’s laughed this freely. She can barely get the words out but she feels like she’d explode if she didn’t. 

“Seungwan-ah! You’re giving me a six pack!”

And when Seungwan turns back to laugh with her, something in Joohyun’s static heart ignites.

. . . . .

In the diamond, star-dappled sky, Cherub wakes from his silken cloud. Lily-white wings unfurl at the latest calling.

[uhhhhyandere]

I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉

yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe. 

um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this. 

next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks. 

warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi

word count: 3.5k 

All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?

No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.

“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”

“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”

You’d play around with different sizes.

“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”

“This Bichon matches with the snow!”

And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.

“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”

“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”

Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.

You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.

So, you turned up the heat.

Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.

“There’s another event we have to—.”

“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”

“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”

“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”

“I—.”

“Doggo cute.”

It was only a matter of time until—.

“This French Bulldog is—.”

“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.

“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”

You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.

“Y-you wish.”

“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”

You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.

“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.

“For?”

“Huh?”

“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”

“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.

“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.

“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”

 Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.

“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.

“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.

His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.

From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.” 

Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.

“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.

No, you would never be accustomed to this.

“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.

“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”

You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.

“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.

“Please—,”

“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”

“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”

Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.

“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.

“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.

But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears. 

“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.

And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”

Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.

“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.

“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.

“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.

“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.

“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”

“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.

Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.

Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.

You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?

Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.

“So, no dog?” you whispered.

[oblivious-embodied]

Sneak Peak to Chapter 2 of my ML ReWrite AU (unfinished)

“Claws Out?” Adrienne watches as Plagg spaghettifies as the tiny cat gets sucked toward the ring on her finger, and when Plagg makes contact, there is a blinding, green flash of light. 

When she regains her bearings, she looks down at her hand and holds back a gasp. 

Not only is her hand covered in a black substance, but her entire body is too! And the ring, the Black Cat Miraculous as it’s called, it’s all black, with a neon green paw print on the face. 

Looking at the rest of her body, she notes that she’s got bulbous things (possibly guards or safety features?) on her wrists. Tthere seems to be some padding that has been riveted to her forearm, as well as on her shoulders. 

There’s some black tubing running diagonally inward toward her heart from the middle of her deltoid to just above her peck, back down under her arm, up to her shoulderblade and back to her deltoid. 

She’s got a zipper up the front of her chest, with a bell hanging off the zipper lever. She’s got some pockets too! 

A black belt is wrapped around her waist that wraps around itself on the back to become tail-like, and it swings in lazy curls. Like a cat’s tail would. It seems almost curious in the way it curls in on itself, hesitating to touch Adrienne’s body. 

She’s got some sort of steel-toed boots, but they’re skin tight and the steel toes are incredibly large and resemble cat paws. 

Adrienne pokes the substance covering her skin curiously and bites back a yelp when a claw shoots from her finger, bouncing off the body suit before retracting. “Plaaaaaaaaaagg?” Adrienne calls out cautiously, unable to take her eyes of the suit that is laying on her body. 

When she hears no response from the genie-kwami-cat, Adrienne takes a look into the mirror and her eyes blow wide as she tilts her head in curiousity. 

Her hair has become longer by a good 2 inches, at least, and has become the literal embodiment of “bed-head” hair. It also seems to have a slight green hue to it. If her father ever saw her hair like this, he would ground her for a week and send her through a week and a half long powerpoint lecture of model hair care. 

Again. 

Then, when the initial shock of the new look wears off, she notices something that makes her heart warm. The new hairstyle frames her face incredibly well, it makes her almost want to look at her face. Makes her want to be happy looking at her face. 

She’s… never really liked looking at her face. It never looked right. It was never what she thought, what she felt her face should look like. Even when she was a kid, something was off. 

She’s still in the same body, the same wrong, male body, but it feels so much better than before. And she has absolutely no idea why. 

What makes her smile even wider are the cat ears sitting atop her head. They’re small and cute and absolutely adorable and the way they smoosh the hair underneath them makes them look all that much cuter. 

Then, she makes eye contact with herself and is instantly mezmerized by the neon green cat eyes sitting where her human eyes should be, framed by a black domino mask. 

She tilts her head to the right, to the left, she spins around and around and around and the eyes in the reflection still follow her. 

Then she realizes that those eyes in the reflection are hers. 

Taking a shaky breath, Adrienne takes a moment to calm down. Plagg said that he-- it??-- can grant her the power of... destruction was it? She can’t remember. 

But Plagg also said that she’ll have a partner, “the wielder of Creation”, whatever that means. She should go find her partner. 

Shaking her head, Adrienne takes a closer look at this new suit-clothing-thing covering her body, (it reminds her of that american superhero comic villian, she believes the name to be Venom? She’ll have to read up on it again) and determines it to be some sort of leather based off the way the material has subtle spiderweb cracks in it. And the way it smells. 

It’s a weird smell. She’s smelled leather before, the musty, almost new car like smell, but this is different. It almost burns her nose to smell. And… cheese? 

Shaking her head again, she takes a step back and straightens up, (when had she been hunched over? Father would kill her for having such horrible posture!) and lets out a low moan as her entire body *Cracks* and somehow she feels incredibly energetic. Like she could run the whole of the Périphérique twice over in an hour and not be out of breath! 

Taking a moment, she quickly calculates that running the Peripherique twice over in less than an hour would mean she could steadily run at 72 kilometers per hour, which means she could run even faster! 

And if she thinks she can do this *easily* that means that she can go even *faster!*

Watch out Paris, there’s a new thing coming to town, and she is *fast.* 

...And strangely cat themed.

Adrienne rolls her shoulders and finds that her entire body flows with it, like she’s dancing to a rhythm her brain has yet to register. 

As she bounces up and down a little bit, she notices that the soreness she feels in her shoulders, heck her entire body, that is usully there due to her job as a model for Agreste Fashions, is no longer there. 

Usually that only happens after a long nice massage. 

This is so strange. 

She rolls her head and works her jaw, which makes a popping sound in her ears and-

*crack!*

“*Ow!* That *hurt*” she cries out, slapping her hands over her ears in an attempt to keep the pain away, falling to her knees as she does so. 

Then all the noises flood her ears. 

She curls inward on herself, clutching her ears with tears in her tightly shut eyes as she can *hear* the electricity from the tv, the computers, the security system, the arcade games, her phone, from Everything in her goddamn *house*. 

She can hear the clicking of Nathalie’s keyboard, the breaths she takes, the footsteps of the kitchen staff. She can hear the electronic ringing of the lightbulbs, the honking from cars that comes from every concievable direction. She can hear the slamming of doors, shattering glass, the shrieking of metal, crumbling of concrete, cracking of bones and-

She screams, curling even tighter in on herself, which only makes her ears hurt more, but it’s something to keep her mind off of the Noise of Everything Else. She takes deep breaths, trying desperately to calm her rapidly beating heart (which she can *hear*) and her muddled thoughts. 

After a few seconds, she somehow manages to pick out the rapidly approaching footsteps from the utter cacophony of sounds drowinging her senses, and panics. She screamed bloody murder in her own house, of course people would come look for her. 

She looks her door. If they open that door, Nathalie will rush in. Nathalie wont recognize her, they’ll attack and she’d be the worst hero to ever exist.

She’d also get attacked by at least 6 grown adults, and possibly charged with something, and grounded and all that. 

She scrambles upward on wobbly limbs, trying to block out everything she can hear, and frantically looks around her room for something to do. 

Then her eyes lock on the window. 

And Adrienne does the only sensible thing. 

She jumps through the window, sailing through the tempered glass (tempered. Frickin. glass.) and onto another rooftop across the street where she stumbles behind a chimney. 

She didn’t even get cut. There is not a single cut on her body. What the hell *is* this thing? 

After a minute, when she’s finally calm enough to not be in a state of utter shock, she registers something hitting her leg and looks to see what it is. 

What she finds is a silver cylinder about 26 centimeters long, with a green paw on it, like her ring. 

With a curious tilt of her head, she unclips the cylinder from her belt with one hand, keeping her other hand to her ear to try to block out the noises wreaking havok on her ears. She finds that the neon green paw print on the cylinder is flickering like a lightbulb about to blow. 

She squints at the paw print, her eyesight slightly blurry from overwhelming noises, and with a half baked theory in mind, she puts the paw on her ring to the paw on the silver cylinder. 

….Nothing happens. 

Disappointed, she grabs the cylinder in both hands and glares at it. 

“What do I do with you…?” she grumbles as she squints even harder at it. 

…That big pad in the middle looks like a button. Buttons are meant to be pushed. 

It looks like a very pushable button. She should push it. 

Her right thumb twitches, but she doesnt make any moves to push the pad. 

It’s a simple display, it wont do anything if she pushes it. She shouldnt touch it. It wont satisfy anything. 

But she wants to. 

With the way the light catches on it, its like it’s daring her to push it. 

Which makes her want to 1) not push it out of spite, and 2) push it to mess with it. 

She takes a moment to pause and reflect on her thoughts. Is she going insane? Is she so overwhelmed that she’s literally fighting herself on touching a simple paw print display? 

...yes, yes she is. 

And without any futher diliberation, she touches her thumb to the paw pad. 

And promptly *shrieks* as the cylinder, which was previously only about 26 centimeters long, is suddenly *a meter and a half long*, making her jump back, slamming her head into the bricks (which does *not* help her headache) behind her and throw the cylinder thing, which, admittedly, is now more like a pole, onto a rooftop across the street. 

After another minute of deep breaths, she looks behind herself (she’s certain she slammed her head into the bricks, why isnt her head hurting? Well, aside from the intense headache) to the chimney and balks at sight of *shattered brick* in the shape of her head. Her hands shoot to the back of her head and 1) finds it doesn’t hurt to touch and 2) there is no blood whatsoever. 

She isn’t even wearing a helmet, or a hood or anything, how is she not bleeding? 

If she hit that chimney with enough force to *shatter brick*, she should have a major concussion, and be knocked out cold, but *apparently* the little cat-genie names Plagg forgot to mention a few things. 

If she can survive shattering bricks with her head and soaring through tempered glass, that means that her suit likely has some sort of kinetic energy absorbing properties. But it still doesn’t explain why the back of her head, which is completely unprotected, is unscathed. 

It also doesn’t explain how she was able to slam her head into a brick chimney and shatter brick. 

She needs to talk to Plagg about a lot of things once this is over. 

...What is she supposed to do again? Go find her partner? 

That seems like the best option. 

Adrienne turns around to look for the silver cylinder/pole, but slaps a hand to hert forehead when she remembers that it’s on a rooftop across the street. 

…Maybe she can jump the gap? 

How’d she get into this mess?

                                                 ———— 

Once Marinette can see again, she’s left dumbstruck, staring at her eyes and hair. 

She... her eyes are blue now, a vibrant, light blue. A very, very captivating light blue. As blue as a clear summer sky. And the red and black polka dotted domino mask framing her eyes only serves to make her eyes stand out that much more. 

She doesn’t like it. She wants her normal eyes back. 

And her hair... it’s blue. Her black hair has been replaced with navy blue hair, as black at the midnight sky, as though someone had dyed it in the split second she closed her eyes. She finds that it’s been tied up in her regular pig tails, but the hair ties are long red ribbons. They don’t seem like the most effective way of holding her hair up, anyone could grab hold and yank them out. 

She tentatively looks down at the rest of her body and is horrified to find that she’s wearing a ladybug styled *onesie*. 

...Maybe she was knocked out and it’s now the future where girls wear skintight, ladybug patterned onesies and have blue hair and wear domino masks and everyone has been genetically modified to have blue eyes and-

Gods she needs to calm down. 

Taking frantic breaths, she starts to rub her thumb in circles along her palm, focusing on the feeling of her thumb on her palm, imagining the tingling sensation that usually is the result of the action. She’s okay, she’s safe, she isn’t hurt, she isn’t in pain, she just looks different. It’s all okay. 

The world isn’t collapsing into utter chaos, nothing is wrong, she’s in control, she’s still Marinette, she’s okay. 

After a few moments of repeating this mantra, Marinette calms down enough to register the screaming outside and has to bite down the bile threatening to rise up her throat. 

There is a rampaging stone monster outside that is destroying buildings and property and monuments and is very likely- very likely hurting thousands of people. Not to mention, this means that she really *had* just been talking to a floating creature of an unknown race, unknown origins, made up of some sort of biomass that no one knows about, and this alien being can talk and can grant powers and all sorts of weird fairytale stuff, and is somehow able to conjure a suit made of magic that looks like a toddler wanted to dress like a ladybug for when they want to sleep and dream of flying. 

…Wow, that- that sounds even crazier than waking up in a dystopian future where girls have been genetically modified to have blue hair and eyes. 

She pinches at the suit, hoping to pinch herself, but doesn’t find any hold on it, her fingers sliding and slipping every which way, which irritates her beyond belief. *How in the world do you take this ^off?!^*

“Tikki?! Tikki, I want my clothes back!” She calls out to the alien-- kwami, the kwami, turning in place to look for the being she she getsno response. Marinette’s pinching becoming even more frantic as her heart rate starts to increase at the thought of not being able to take off the foreign suit. 

When she spins around to look in the mirror once more, something catches her attention, stopping her in her tracks. 

Around her waist rests a yo-yo. 

A… yo-yo… 

What in the world can anyone do with a *yo-yo*?

Why the hell does she have a yo-yo?

“Tikki, I’m not going anywhere like this-“

She cuts herself off as Nadja Chamack’s voice sounds from the news again, a hint of fear in her usually professional tone. 

“After wrecking the Shcüttler Tower, the monster is heading toward the Montparnasse Tower. No matter what the police do, the monster is unstoppable.” As she says this last part, the camera zooms in on this rock monster, and some crazy person on a bike chasing after it- wait is that?

“Alya?!” Marinette leans in toward the screen in shock. “What’s she doing out there?!” 

Marinette stares at the screen, dumbstruck as she tries to figure out how her new friend is so crazy, then she remembers what Alya had said just an hour before: *“Where there’s a super villain, there is always a superhero”*, her phone and in her hand. 

Just as Marinette’s hand is flying to her forehead to leave a red mark in the shape of her palm, Marinette’s maman calls out, freezing her hand milimeters from her forehead. “Marinette! Did you get home okay?” 

This sends Marinette into a state of panic, her arms and legs flailing around like a human amalgamation of medieval nunchucks, a strangles squeak escaping her throat. 

When she is no longer doing her interpretation of a squid in a net, Marinette calls back to her maman, turning around frantically to find a place to avoid her maman, her voice cracking. “*Oh!* Yeah mom, just super!” She can’t help but wince as her voice quavers nervously as she her eyes lock onto her skylight and bolting towards it, her heart beating a thousand kilometers a minute.

Not half a second after she wriggles halfway through the skylight and onto her roof, the trap door to her room opens slightly and her Maman’s voice float’s through the room “Marinette, you in here?” Concern clear as day in her tone. 

Marinette lays flat on the roof, holding her breath and pressing against the side of the wall to make sure her maman doesn’t see her in this ridiculous get up, solely so she doesn’t die of sheer embarrassment. 

After a few seconds, her Maman calls down to her Papa, the trapdoor to Marinette’s room clicking softly “Tom! She isn’t here, you *do* remember seeing her come through, right?” 

Marinette releases a sigh, her shoulders slumping as she turns to look up at the sky. It’s filled with dust clouds. 

This is... the weirdest day to ever happen. Hopefully, oh *gods* she hopes that this is all a dream and she’ll wake up on the first day of school again. 

How would anyone believe her if she were to tell them that someone got their hands on a piece of jewelry connected to a magical being, and now has the ability to sense and manipulate people’s *emotions* so that they can do their dirty work. That someone who was experiencing *normal human emotions* was turned into a literal rock monster that is unstoppable. How is she supposed to tell anyone that she, in her ladybug onesie, yo-yo, and apparent powers to create *anything* and a partner, who apparently has the powers of *destruction* are supposed to get this piece of jewelry back. 

Oh wait, of course, how could she forget, she *can’t* tell anyone. And even if she wanted to, they’d just think she was crazy and throw her into a mental institution. 

Granted, Marinette is pretty sure she has gone crazy. 

All Marinette wants to do is lay down and sleep. Why can’t she just do that? Just lay down on this rooftop and close her eyes and let the world around her melt away. 

Wake up tomorrow on the first day of school and only worry about Chloe being a bully, and not about all this ancient magic and manipulation and the fact that she’s one of the two people who have to take care of it. 

Wait…

Suddenly, Marinette sits upright, eyes blown wide. She’s 13 years old! She just started her first year in college! She’s got a family! She can’t be dealing with magic and ancient rituals and evil guys who are likely looking to kill everyone and are in their 40’s and likely living in their mom’s basement because they prefer shouting at kids over the computer and what if her partner is an adult! Will they just laugh at her and pick her up and set her aside and treat her like a little kid who can’t do anything and possibly take whatever it is that’s in her ears? 

How is she supposed to fight a fricking rock monster that’s 12 meters tall??

Especially with a fucking *yo-yo!* 

She flops back down onto her back and lets out a noise that’s a rough cross of a frustrated, overwhelmed, depressed sob/sigh. Of course, of course this is her life. She gets stuck with Chloe for 4 years straight and the gods decide that that’s not good enough, so they stick her with this. 

Maybe Chloe knocked her out and she’s in a coma and this is all just going to melt away and she can press charges against the bully and be done with her and move on in life?

But, she can hear the screaming of the people below, she knows that people are being hurt, really badly. No matter how badly she doesn’t want to, she has to go. If she was given this, if she was trusted with this, no matter how absolutely crazy that is, she needs to do this. 

“Okay... okay, so I have… I have super powers, and I have to fight a super powered monster.” She sighs again. She was just supposed to have the first day of school, not some... some super power mash up battle! 

She pulls the yo-yo from her waist and glares at it. This little thing is supposed to be her weapon. This little yo-yo that is only just barely large enough that she can’t fit her hand around it. This is going to keep her safe. Because that’s not unrealistic. 

Experimentally she lets it fall down and back to her hand a few times. She was never really good with yo-yos before, so she isn’t really all that hopeful about her fighting skills with it, but it feels really smooth and light, she can barely feel the weight.  

So far, it seems to be really easy to use. Maybe, maybe she could try that trick... around the world, was it? 

She lets it fall to the ground once more, the zip of the line oddly satisfying, and moves her arm back and forth, getting a feel for how it feels while in motion. Then, she tries to swing it up, but instead of flying into her hand, it’is sent flying out to the horizon, a metallic zip resounding from the yo-yo, getting quieter and quieter. 

For a second, Marinette just stares at it, then she hangs her head. Great, now how is she supposed to get it ba-

The string suddenly goes taught, as if the yo-yo has itself anchored around something. 

She just stands there, staring at the now taught string in awe, her jaw open. 

She reaches her other hand out to touch the string, and finds that it feels like a steel cable, strong and sturdy.

She has to try to get her yo-yo back, no point in wasting any more time. 

She hesitantly takes a step back and takes a deep breath before gently pulling on the strin- She’s pulled off her feet, her arm burning at the shoulder, wind whipping past her ears, her eyes closed, and a yelp being ripped from her throat before it’s lost to the wind

Silently, Marinette thinks back through everything she’s ever done wrong and vows to make it all better. After a moment of praying to all the gods she can think of, she opens her eyes and… finds all the buildings rushing by to be soothing. It’s all beautiful in its own right. Like watching the countryside fly by while on a plane. 

Marinette glances upwards again and whimpers as she realizes that she’s hurtling toward a stone pillar at speeds comparable to that of highway traffic. Panic rising through her entire being once more, Marinette attempts to twist herself out of the way, but soon realizes that that is completely useless as she is flung past the spot the yo-yo anchored itself to. But, by some strange miracle that is the universe’s sense of humor, the yo-yo unravels from the pillar, making it so that there is not a Marinette shaped pancake on the side of the pillar. A scream follows her as she flies through the air at speeds no teenager should ever be going without some way to be saved, the yo-yo trails behind like an overeager puppy. 

As she is flying through the air, the ground growing ever closer, her screaming never ceasing, she sees a small, moving black figure. In the blink of an eye, though to her it feels like it is all in slow motion, she’s colliding with this figure, toppling them both to the ground. 

They get halfway to the ground when something thin and strong wraps around them both and they’re snapped back upward, swinging side to side. Marinette finds herself looking into bright green eyes with cat-like pupils that have been blown as wide as a euro cent.

“Well, hey there! Nice of you to drop in!” 

Immediately, Marinette finds every aspect of this person annoying. The voice, the tone, the eyes, the hair, the cat ears, the *puns*. She rolls her eyes and moans. 

Wait, cat ears…

Of course, *of course* her partner ran with the whole animal theme. She just hopes that he isn’t a weirdo. 

But the puns make it hard to think he’s sane in any sort of way. 

She pulls her head back and looks over her partner, who looks to be a boy. 

From the looks of things, he seems to have a better sense of style than Tikki does. His suit is all black, judging from the subtle cracks it seems to be leather. There are boulbous guard like… *things* on his wrists and ankles, but she honestly thinks they serve more as attachable weights than anything else. And, on point with the animal theme, he’s got a belt that seems to be some sort of tail.

But… he’s got a bell on his chest, a large one at that. Who would, who would choose to wear that? Especially with the style of his suit! It clashes so badly.  

Shaking her head, she pushes her feelings aside. He’s her partner, she can’t be holding grudges. Especially ones based solely off of fashion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do this on purpose.” 

She looks into her partner's eyes and is astounded to see that he… looks lost and confused and slightly uncomfortable with her looking him over, despite how he sounded a second before. But that look is gone in a flash, replaced with the smugness of knowing one is attractive. Her cheeks heat up. 

Not that he is attractive. Especially in that black leather and toned body. Not at all. Her cheeks are red because she’s embarrassed that he thinks she was doing *that*. 

Their swinging is slowing down, and this boy, who based off of what Tikki has told her, is most likely the Black Cat wielder. He raises- lowers?-- quirks an eyebrow. Er, well, his mask moves in a way that suggests he is quirking an eyebrow. It’s hard to tell when you’re nose to nose with someone and swinging and upside down, and their face is covered by a black mask. “While I’m flattered at you checking me out,-”

“I- I wasn’t- that’s not-”

“I’m afraid I have to ask you to rein in your rope please?”

Marinette’s face is as hot as the sun, and she’s sure that she could power her house with the heat, her hands splaying out at her sides as she frantically tries to stop her arms from flailing around. “It’s not- this- i wasn’t-” she cuts herself off as his other eyebrow is quirked. She sighs, defeated. She isn’t going to be going anywhere with this conversation.

Looking away from his all-too-piercing eyes, she maneuvers her hand around to try to grab at the yo-yo string. But in her flustered state, it takes her a few tries to get her fingers around the thin string. Once she has a firm grip, she tugs on it and promptly realizes that she didn’t think this all the way through and both her and her partner find themselves falling toward the ground. 

Marinette lands on her back, staring up at the sky, wondering what she did to the universe to deserve this treatment, all the while, the Black Cat wielder lands on all fours and stands up, dusting off his leather suit like he’s at some sort of high-end bachelor party. “I bet you’re the wielder of Creation that my kwami told me about! You know, my partner?” 

“Oh, ah, yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. Who- what’s your name?” she stutters out, silently cursing the way her mouth absolutely refuses to cooperate with her tongue, still laying on her back, staring at the yo-yo silently swinging like a pendulum. Counting down the seconds until she dies from embarrassment. Absently wondering how the yo-yo managed to wrap around the… silver pole, that wasn’t there before! It must be her partner’s doing. 

“Huh, oh, uhh.” He turns from her, a hand moving to his chin as he thinks with a near silent hum. This in turn gives her time to stand up and look more closely at him, absentmindedly trying to get her yo-yo back.  

He’s standing with perfect posture, as though he has a stiff back, and his hair is sticking up all over the place. His suit looks like leather, but it has a subtle hexagonal pattern to it, so it’s clearly not leather. He looks to have some sort of padding riveted to his forearms. 

He’s got some combat boots that are apparently as skin tight as the rest of his suit, and protruding from the boots are silver bulbs that resemble cat paws. 

The belt she had seen before is wrapped around his waist, and is swinging behind his feet in little circles, like it’s excited and curious but doesn’t want to show it and it’s having a hard time concealing it. In her opinion, the tail is entirely too long, if it were completely flat, the last few decimeters would be laying flat on the ground. 

His eyes are pure green, except for black, and his pupils have shrunk and look like cats pupils. A black domino mask frames his eyes, hiding his identity. Unlike hers, which only really covers her eyes and some of her forehead, his covers most of his forehead (or what you can see of his forehead) as well as the entirety of his nose aside from his nostrils.It only serves to make his eyes pop out more, makes them more unnerving. No human should have cat eyes. 

Did his alien-kwami being thing change his eyes or is it the mask or is this just some weird fettish?

The black cat ears on his head look to be made of the same material as his suit, and they twitch agitatedly every now and then, his eyes twitching subtly-

“Chat!” He says, almost shouts, cutting off her thoughts as he whips around to face her, earning a squeak of surprise from Marinette. He’s bouncing ever so slightly in his place, hands balled into fists, like a little kid. “Chat Noir. My name is Chat Noir” He puffs his chest out, putting his hands on his hips, a smug grin on his lips. 

He looks so proud of himself that she decides not to burst his bubble by commenting on how his name literally means “Black Cat”. All she can do is nod her head, and try to hold back her laughter while trying to untie her yo-yo from the metal pole she believes she toppled Chat from. 

What is she going to do with her life… 

“What’s yours?” He asks, leaning in towards her, teasing curiosity in his tone, his eyebrows wiggling. 

“Oh, uh... I’m Ma-” she gives the line another tug and it springs from the bar, unwinding with unnatural speed. She watches in muted horror as it hits him on the head cutting her off as he lets out a yelp of pain. His cat ears go flat as his hands fly to his head. 

“...Madly clumsy... I’m so clumsy...” she finishes as he furiously rubs the spot the yo-yo hit his head, crouched down low to the ground. 

“Are you okay?” Marinette asks, reaching a hand out hesitantly. 

“Yeah, I’m-“ He’s cut off from saying anything as an enraged roar rips through the air, accompanied by a building in the distance crumbling to the ground. Effectively startling them both, Chat Noir jumps a meter into the air, while Marinette’s arms flail as she jumps back. Soon after screams can be heard. 

Marinette turns to her cat-like partner again, and is concerned to see him covering his ears with tears in his eyes. 

“...Chat,” she starts cautiously, taking a step toward her partner. “Are-”

“S-seems we have momentarily forgotten the monster we are supposed to be fighting, no?” He cuts her off, his voice wavering while he struggles to stand upright. It looks like he’s in pain. 

She reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder but jerks her hand back when he flinches. Shit, she hurt him with the yo-yo and now she’s touched him when he’s in pain, she should have known he doesn’t want to be touched, she usually doesn’t like to be touched when she’s in pain oh gods he hates her and he doesn't want to be her partner anymore- She knew this was a bad idea, she should have given the earrings to Alya, she would know what to do, she wouldn’t hurt her new partner.

Chat shakes his head and smiles at her, though it feels forced. He takes a moment to steady himself before he jumps up to grab onto the bar above them. After a second, the bar disappears and he falls to the ground again, a small, 26 centimeter cylinder in his hand.

He looks at her and nods toward where the screams are coming from. “C’mon, lets go save the day.”  He looks better, but she can still see his eyes slightly shining, his ears are flat to his head and his tail is agitated. 

He points the cylinder to the ground and moves his thumb and then Chat is over the rooftops, a 2 meter long pole where the silver cylinder used to be.  

Leaving Marinette angry and confused, staring at her yo-yo. Why does he get a cool tool?  

A second later, his head pops back up over the rooftop, his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with his head. “You coming, Clumsy Girl?”

“Y-Yeah, just give me a second.” 

He nods and turns around. 

Marinette furrows her brow. His attitude gives her pause, he’s coming off as... as cocky and flippant and just... he rubs her the wrong way. But he’s hiding something, something is off about his actions, and by the gods she will find out what it is. 

Marinette brings her yo-yo up to look at. Such a small thing, not any feasible way to fight with it, except for like… flinging it at people and hoping she hits them? But she has crap aim. 

Such a stupid weapon, and yet it carries with it such large responsibility and challenges. “Trust yourself...” she mutters to herself. “Just trust yourself.” 

Reluctantly, she drops the yo-to to the ground, swinging it around to build momentum. As she’s staring at it, the red/pink blur it creates mesmerizes her... until another deafening roar meets her eardrums.

She shakes her head, and throws her arm out, slinging the yo-yo up and over the rooftops. “Just gotta trust yourself, Marinette.” She mutters once again before tugging on the string and is pulled through the air with another yelp.

[raleighcarrera]

30 for Raleigh x mc

best vs. worst prompts / 30. best part of the relationship vs. worst part of the relationship

the worst part 

it’s sunny, in munich, when he steps outside, the plastic bag of his possessions dangling from his hand. he’s painfully hungover, but thankfully there’s no paparazzi around -- just one lone car in the lot, with one lone girl standing beside it.

“boy, am i glad to see you,” raleigh sighs, then grins so widely his cheeks hurt with the strain. 

it’s only when he gets close enough to see her without the glare of the sun in the way that he realizes cadence isn’t smiling, her face makeup-free and deeply disappointed. she ducks inside the driver’s seat of the car without a word, slamming the door as she goes.

he winces, ambling around to the passenger side. but before he can start groveling for forgiveness of whatever he did wrong, he needs to piece together what actually happened last night. 

the ride back to his hotel is silent except for the gps chirping in the rental, and he fishes out his phone and his sunglasses so he can mitigate the throbbing behind his eyes while he googles himself and checks his texts. his phone is about to die, which is good -- there’s at least a thousand messages from his publicist and a few from cadence, too; when he taps over to his call log he’s not surprised to see a dozen back-and-forth calls between the both of them.

cadence doesn’t park when they get back to the hotel, only pulls over into the fire lane. he blinks at her in complete confusion. “you’re not coming up?”

her lips purse. it seems pretty obvious, even to him, that she’s on the very precipice of exploding at any moment. “no.”

“where are you going?”

“to the airport, raleigh. i need to get back home. i left a recording session for this.” her voice is terse, each word clipped and angry. not that he can blame her.

“if you were that busy, you didn’t need to fly all the way out here.” someone else could have handled bailing him out, probably -- his manager was practically an expert, at this point, in undoing his messes and cleaning up after him, and he paid his publicist to cover them up, so --

“don’t even start,” she snaps, “jesus christ, you asshole. i didn’t have to come out here? when i have you calling me every ten minutes completely trashed and then frank is calling me at midnight saying you got arrested and your entire fucking team is up my ass about the narrative, and the tabloids, and how we’re going to sell this -- fuck you. do not start with me.”

“okay -- jesus, i didn’t tell anyone to call you. you’re mad at me for something i have no control over.”

“you have no control over whether or not you get arrested? that’s news to me. because i distinctly remember having this exact argument at home, and you promising you wouldn’t get so out of control this happens anymore. do you remember having that argument with me?”

“well obviously i didn’t plan to get arrested, cadence,” he sighs, “and i’m sorry they pulled you away from recording for this. but if you could just wait, like, two hours before you start yelling at me, maybe we could talk about this like adults.”

“oh my god,” she mutters to herself, hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. her eyes swivel heavenwards, and she squeezes them shut tightly, shaking her head. “there is no talking to you like an adult, raleigh. about anything. because you are never going to grow the fuck up. and i’ve been up all night and i’m jet lagged and stressed out so please just get out so i can go home.” 

“fine.” the sudden spike of annoyance he feels is startling, as he unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes a hand through his hair. if she wants to be so difficult, and have such a problem about everything -- fine. let her cool off on her own.

she knew what she was getting herself into.

“have a safe flight, babe.” 

cadence doesn’t say anything in response to the sarcastic little wave he gives through the window -- just drives off, without looking back, leaving him alone in germany holding a plastic bag with his wallet inside it.

when he gets home from tour, the box is with the rest of his mail, held at the front desk of his building.

he brings it upstairs and rips the tape immediately because even though it’s not labeled, he has a sinking suspicion of what’s inside it, and as he paws through the t-shirts, shoes and toiletries he’d left behind at her place, he realizes just how bad it feels to be proven right.

the best part 

it’s pretty much as picture-perfect as any one thing could ever expect to be.

there’s sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains covering the window and birds chirping outside. a gentle breeze washes over them from the still-open door of the balcony, where they’d come in from the beach last night. cadence’s things are as intertwined with his on the floor as their bodies are in bed, her smaller frame wrapped around his with her head nestled comfortably on his chest.

her hair is a mess and he’s pretty sure she’s drooling but she’s never, ever looked so beautiful. it feels like he could stare at her for weeks and never be bored.

when she stirs, her jaw opens wide with a yawn, and she lifts her left hand to rub sleepily at her face. the giant diamond on her ring finger catches the light perfectly, sparkling when she finally blinks her eyes open to look at him.

“morning,” she murmurs, gaze half-lidded on his face. 

“good morning, mrs. carrera.” the corners of her mouth push upwards just like they have every other time he’s called her that over the course of the last two weeks. she looks even prettier than she had knocked out on top of him just a few moments ago.

“what time is it?”

his hand rubs her back over the thin fabric of the t-shirt she’s wearing. “eleven fifteen,” raleigh answers, his own lips quirking into a grin, “you slept all morning, babe.”

cadence groans, ducking her head to bury her face back into his bare chest. her sigh ghosts across his skin and leaves goosebumps in its wake. “s’cause i don’t wanna go home.”

he nods, free hand tucked under his head on the pillow. the feeling is absolutely mutual, except that they always knew... “honeymoon had to end sometime, unfortunately.”

she groans again, the sound heavy with displeasure. it really is going to be miserable, packing everything up and taking the long drive back to the airport and the even longer flight home, going back to being amongst the other one-million people on the island of manhattan instead of the private island sequestered for just two, where cadence has found herself without a single tan line because bathing suits were never a necessity.

but they don’t have to get up just yet.

“let’s honeymoon for another month,” she suggests, and without her even lifting her head, he knows she’s pouting. he rubs at his jaw, feeling impossibly fond. 

“here?”

cadence’s nose drags across his sternum when she nods. “uh huh.”

“mmmm. you have an album to write, though.”

“i’ll write it here,” she insists petulantly, “shut up.”

“shutting up.” raleigh’s lips find the top of her head and his hands tighten on her as she sighs contentedly as soon as his kiss drops into her hair, the sound such a cute expression of pure joy it makes his chest seize uncomfortably.

he’s never been so happy before -- not ever. and while part of him absolutely wants to agree with her and stay stuck on this island until they run out of food, the majority of him is so excited to get back to reality with her and start the rest of their lives together that he can hardly stand it.

it’s weird, to finally have something that he feels like he’s been waiting his whole life for.

weird but awesome, in so many ways -- in words he can’t even string together, with feelings he could never describe.

evidently cadence knows him just a little too well. she pauses, then lifts her head curiously. “you okay?”

“i’ve never been better,” he murmurs back honestly, settling down again as soon as she slips her hand back into his. 

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Chapter 16

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“Can we go on another walk, daddy?” Bruce looked down from his book down at the pleading child. Her hands tugged at his pants leg, “please, daddy?”

“We already went on two walks today, princess,” He picked up Raven and placed her on his knee, “daddy has work.”

“But you said no work,” a small pout formed on her face, “when no work, all-day playtime.”

“Says who?” Bruce joked.

“Me,” Raven crossed her arms, tipper nose up at her father with a smug little smile painted on her lips. 

Bruce let out a deep chuckle, “How can you make that decision, you’re just a baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” Raven’s smile dropped her smile to a pout, “I’m a big girl, daddy!”

“Oh really?” Bruce smirked 

“Yes,” Raven stood up on Bruce’s leg to meet him eye to eye, “I can tie my own shoes!”

“But you still fit perfectly in my arms,” Bruce sweeps his arms under her legs and cradles her in his arms, “see, you are still my baby.”

“Then when will I be a big girl?” Raven crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why do you wanna be big? What’s wrong with being little?”

“Cause I wanna be just like you, daddy,” Bruce stared down at Raven wide-eyed, the biggest smile plastered on her face, “You’re my favorite, Daddy. So I wanna be big like you.”

Bruce couldn’t find the words to respond. His heart was conflicted; on one hand, the feeling of pride filled him but on the hand other, sparks of fear grew. Scars littered his body as a warning: a warning to keep her from following in his footsteps. 

“Daddy?” Raven sat up in his arms and placed two little hands on his cheeks.

“Yes, princess?” Bruce looked down to see Raven, tears threatening to stream down her cheeks. He rubbed her cheeks with his thumb, “what happened, baby?” 

“I’m scared,” tears began to stream down.

“Why” Bruce gently rubbed her back, “what is scaring you, princess?”

Raven sniffled and rubbed her face on her father’s shirt, “I dunno.”

Raven trailed off as the tears fell, soft little whimpers muffled by Bruce. Bruce looked down at the forgotten book resting on the end table, “would it make my princess feel better if I read to you?”

Raven looked up and nodded; her eyes and cheeks puffy and red. Bruce sat back and laid Raven across his lap, “What book is it?”

“Oh sweetie, it’s in Latin.”

“What’s Latin?”

“It’s another language.”

“Then why are you reading it?” Raven questioned.

“Because,” Bruce contemplated for a second, “daddy has . . . important work so I need to study.”

“Sounds boring,” Raven gave a deadpan expression, “aren’t you too old?”

Bruce’s smile dropped, “too old for what?”

“Grandpa says old men are too stubborn to learn anything.”

“I’m not old, grandpa’s old.”

“Yes, you are,” Raven smiled.

Bruce furrowed his brows yet couldn’t contain his smile, “how am I old?”

“You always complain about your back.”

His face dropped, “you want me to read or not?”

“Yes please,” Raven snuggled up, her head resting on her father’s shoulder. The world seemed to disappear around them.

Perched on the roof of one of many abandoned warehouses, Bruce waited for an opening. He slipped through the window into the dimly lit room. Bruce walked along the catwalk, staying out of the light. Looking down, two rows of cages, each one with a howling dog, sat under the flickering lamp. The door to the warehouse slammed open; two men step into the large room.

“We got a few new dogs from the breeders, one, in particular, might be to your liking,” the dogs barked and howled louder as the two approached. They stopped at a cage towards the center of the room, “this pup will be your best bet.”

The man opened and reached into the cage. A small black puppy barked while being dragged out, “Great Dane mix, five months old.”

“Check out the paws, he’s going to be huge,” the other man finally spoke up. He took the dog’s paws in his hands, inspecting it. Bruce watched closely from above. He recognized the buyer, part of a dogfighting ring. Police have raided most of his locations yet he always avoided capture. 

Bruce dropped down behind the cages in the shadows. He watched through the cages as the men discussed price. Bruce moved along shadows as the dogs snarled at him. He counted about forty different dogs varying in breeds. 

Before Bruce could investigate further, the doors slam open, revealing numerous police officers with guns drawn. Bruce retreats back up to the catwalk as the warehouse is railed. Chaos ensued as police and animal control flooded the abandoned warehouse. As dogs were let out of cages, the lone pup ran along the darkness. Bruce left before he was noticed. A little black dog watched as he sped off along the dock. 

Raven gently rubbed her eyes as the morning sun shined through her window. She sat up in her bed, swaying slightly. Slipping out of her bed, she wobbly walked to her father’s room. Bruce snored lightly with his cheek pressed into the pillow.

“Daddy,” Raven stood in front of her father, poking his cheek. With a groan, Bruce rolled away with his back to her. Raven sighed after a few more pokes, “looks like daddy had another late night.”

She proceeded through the manor; yawning lightly. Walking past the porch doors, Raven spotted the small black dog sitting outside. Her eyes widened as she ran to the door and pressed her hands against the door. A large smile grew on her face as she turned and ran back to her father’s room.

“Daddy,” she yelled while pressing on his back, “Daddy there's a doggy at the door.”

Bruce remained asleep; barely moving a muscle. Raven huffed in annoyance. Grabbing his arm, She pulled as hard as she could.

“Princess?” Bruce turned over with his arm still being tugged on, “Princess, it’s Sunday, I need my sleep.”

“Daddy, I wanna show you something!”

Bruce took his arm back and groaned, “five more minutes then you can show me.”

Raven glared at her father with her hands on her hips in a fist, “fine! I’ll let the puppy in myself!” 

Raven shot back down the hallway as fast as her legs could take her; ignoring the man scrambling out of bed after her. 

“Raven!” Bruce called, “do not open that door, young lady.”

As Raven reached the puppy once again, Bruce pressed his hand against the door, “what did I say, young lady?”

“You said to let you sleep,” she smiled.

Bruce looked through the glass door at the dog. It sat patiently waiting for the door, tail wagging as fast it could go. Bruce recognized the pup and pushed Raven behind him. 

“Stay here,” Raven tried to sneak past as Bruce slipped through the door. He looked back to see a very angry toddler.

“I saw him first,” Raven placed her fist back on her hips glaring up at Bruce. She watched as her father slowly approached the dog. Right as his knees touched the floor the dog instantly jumped into Bruce’s arms. Bruce does his best to dodge the licks yet some slobber still coated his face. Raven pressed her hands to the door, “please daddy? I wanna play with the puppy too!”

Raven reached up to the door handle and opened it wide. The puppy turned its attention to her and tackled her down to her back. Raven giggled at the excited puppy’s licks. 

“Raven, I told you to stay inside,” Bruce pulled the dog off his daughter, “you need to listen to me, young lady.”

She scooted closer to her father, keeping her eyes on the dog, “I just wanted to play too.” 

Bruce took her hand and raised it in front of the dog’s face. It sniffed gently, tickling her hand, “I know sweetie, but you need to be safe. You could have gotten hurt.

“But it’s so cute,” Raven gently patted the dog’s head. Raven looked up to her father with the best puppy dog eyes she can pull, “can we keep him. Please, daddy?”

Bruce sighed, “I’m sorry, princess. It probably belongs to someone else.”

Her face fell, “but it’s so cute.”

“And there is probably a little girl just like you that is missing her dog,” Bruce picked up the dog and looked at its stomach to Raven’s confusion, “he probably misses her too.”

Raven grew quiet. She slowly raised to her feet and turned back into the house. She slowly walked back up to her room and tucked herself back into bed.

Bruce sat in the veterinarian’s office. Somehow Alfred had worked it out so he could stay home with Raven and Bruce had to take the errand. Bruce stared at the still energetic puppy as he sat on the examination table. 

‘How the hell did you avoid the dog catchers last night,’ Bruce thought to himself. For a fighting dog, he was very friendly. He could barely stay off Bruce in the car, ‘You probably recognize me too, huh?’

The dog barked as its tail went ninety miles an hour.

‘I guess it’s happy to be away from the breeders.’

A knock at the door drew Bruce’s attention, “Mr. Wayne,” a man’s voice asked.

“Um, yes,” Bruce stood as the veterinarian walked into the room.

“We checked him and it looks like this little guy isn’t chipped,” the man read from the clipboard, “He seems to be perfectly healthy, just slightly underweight.”

“What do you plan to do with him?” Bruce asked.

“Well,” the vet collected his thoughts, “he will go to the pound. Although, due to his projected size, it will be difficult to find him a home.”

The room grew silent as the dog moved over to Bruce. It shoved its head under Bruce’s hand, barking and begging for attention.

“He seems to like you,” the vet spoke up, “they say animals pick their owners.”

Bruce looked up at the man who now wore a Cheshire grin and back down at the dog, “I’d like to register and chip this dog please.”

Bruce saw Alfred waiting on the porch as he drove up. Bruce hoped out of the car, preparing for the storm.

“I see you found the pup a home, sir?”

“Well,” Bruce paused at the passenger door and opened it. The little black dog climbed out.

“Master Wayne,” Alfred warned, “I do recall requesting a warning when you decide to adopt life forms.”

“I thought you said a warning about adopting kids.”

“My apologies, I should have been specific,” Alfred said sarcastically.

“Look, the dog needed a home. He would have probably sat in the pound and well,” Bruce paused looking down at the dog, “he grew on me.”

“If you adopt everything that grew on, you would end up with ten kids and a zoo, sir.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. Raven finally came out to meet her father. Her eyes landed on the puppy and her sad demeanor returned, “you didn’t find his home, daddy?”

Bruce gestured for Raven to come closer as he kneeled. He picked her up and gently placed her on his knee, “Raven, meet Ace. Turns out this little guy needs a home.”

Her eyes widened, “can he stay with us, daddy? Please, daddy?”

“Do you promise to help take care of him?”

“Yes!” she responded excitedly.

“Then yes.”

“Thank you, daddy!” Raven wrapped her around Bruce’s neck and hugged him tightly. She turned her attention back to the puppy, “come on, Acey!”

Bruce watched as Ace and Raven disappeared back into the house, “I’ll grab the stuff in the back. I got the food and few toys.”

“Please no more abrupt adoptions, Master Bruce.”

“I don’t know, Al. I’m two for two now.”

Alfred gave Bruce a tired look and moved to unload the car. Bruce’s family was growing. Whether it terrified him or no, he couldn’t tell.

Bruce sat beside Alfred on the couch watching over the worn-out Raven cuddling with Ace on the floor. 

“So are we just going to ignore the occurrence?” Alfred spoke up.

“I’m not ignoring it, Alfred.”

“I assume with the new dog, you are attempting to right some wrong you thought you committed.”

Bruce stayed silent, not wanting to face the truth. Whatever that truth was. 

Alfred continued, “Master Bruce, you can’t carry your guilt forever. What happened to Raven and me was not your fault. And that tremor well-”

“I need to know,” Bruce interrupted.

“Of course, Master Bruce,” Alfred got up from the couch and retrieved the sleeping pup to return to his new crate, “do try to sleep tonight, unlike most nights.”

With that, Bruce was left alone with his sleeping daughter on the floor. He gazed at her for what seemed like hours. He got up and gently picked up the sleeping girl. Raven snuggled into his arms. Bruce broke into a small smile and gently pressed a kiss onto her forehead. He reflected on the past three years, somehow he has always found himself in this position: his daughter sleepily wrapped in his arms. He placed and tucked her into bed. Bruce gave her another goodnight kiss on her forehead and whispered, “please, please let me do this right. Let this be the only thing I do right.”

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Ok so I freaking love belly rubs and now that we’ve seen Shayne receive a belly rub I want to see it reversed 😂 Charlie has an upset stomach for some reason and realizes that he just really needs to burp but he can’t and all day long the feeling just gets worse until he’s finally home and can lay down but still nothing will come up and when Shayne shows up and he lets him through the window he immediately knows something is wrong (p 1 of 2)

(P 2 of 2) somehow Charlie convinced him to help him by rubbing his stomach which of course helps and he burps into his fist a couple of times but it’s not releasing the pressure at all, actually it’s making him feel nauseous and before he knows it he suddenly vomits all over him and Shayne ( I know this doesn’t really fit with the plot you’ve got since the ending of the last fic with Shayne but i didn’t know how to make it fit 😂 you can ignore this prompt if ya want lol)

Milo, thank you, thank you, thank you. I had so much fun writing this. Baby’s first prompt.

Sorry if this is obnoxiously long; I have no idea how to judge length yet.

CW: vomiting

In the pub

Charlie had zoned out hours ago, upon realising that the three-year age gap between him and his oldest cousins meant a lot more when he was eighteen and they were fifteen. Whatever pop culture they were chatting about held no interest for him, and whatever gossip his parents, aunts, and uncles were engaging him would likely be just as boring.

He wished he could have gone and talked to Jonathan. He hadn’t seen his half-brother in months, yet he’d barely wanted to speak two words with Charlie all day. He’d brought two friends along, which Aunt Pauline had been annoyed about at the start of the day. She had gotten over it; Charlie, however, had not. The three of them had been skulking outdoors in the smoking area for hours.

Although, if he’d been given first pick, Charlie would have been chatting to been the pretty bartender with the gold lip ring. The guy looked run off his feet, yet had a smile for every one of Charlie’s relatives who had an order to bark at him, be it a chocolate-stained little cousin or his cane-wielding grandmother. He was so cute, but Charlie was too nervous to even look him in the eye. He also felt slightly… guilty, though he could think of no rational reason why he should feel guilty. He wasn’t spoken for by anyone; not even close. And that just made him sink further into his loneliness.

So, with no conversational opportunity, Charlie had occupied himself with the bar food that came out in waves. He didn’t often eat greasy food at home, and he ate exactly like a kid let loose in a store full of chicken goujons and potato wedges. His stomach started to feel kind of sloshy at one point, but that might have been from copious amounts of fizzy orange. More food would surely soak it up and settle everything down.

After the cute waiter dropped off a tray of drinks at the “adult” table, Charlie’s dad stood up and took a glass over to where Charlie was sitting.

“There you are, designated driver,” Trevor said. His cheeks were flushed red from drinking for pretty much the whole day.

“Thanks, Dad,” Charlie said, fidgeting with the keys in his hoodie pocket. “Can we go soon? I’m getting tired.”

“Of course. Last drink and we’ll hit the road,” Trevor winked, giving Charlie’s shoulder a squeeze. “You really are a blessing, son.”

He couldn’t tell if the flutter in his chest was because of the waiter still, or because of what his dad had just said. It might also have been indigestion, though he wouldn’t think of that until a little later.

“Maybe go and say goodbye to Jonathan before we head off, yeah?”

“Alright, Dad.” A blessing, he thought as his father went back to the proper adult table and sat next to his wife. Their half-demon offspring is a blessing to them. Part of him wanted to burst out laughing, the other half wanted to weep. He hovered somewhere in between, smiling despite the tightness in his chest.

He guzzled a few mouthfuls of the fizzy drink, stealing his courage as he stood up and went to talk to Jonathan.

In the car

The drive home itself was exhausting. Charlie’s energy was already spent after a whole day of socialising. His stomach was making some awful sounds, though it felt lazy and sluggish inside him after being fed such little amounts so many times throughout the day. The flavour of the fizzy orange kept repeating on him too, and he vowed never to touch the stuff again. He glanced over to see that his dad had fallen asleep against the passenger door. In the rear-view mirror, he saw that his mum was snoring with her head thrown back.

Charlie swallowed harshly. It felt like some of the fizzy orange was sitting in his throat, blocking his airways a bit. Gripping the steering wheel tightly at ten and two, he tried to let some of the air up from his stomach, but the bubbles stayed exactly where they were, gurgling amongst the sickly combination of food in his belly.

He slid his right hand from two to twelve on the steering wheel, glancing once again to make sure his dad was still asleep; Trevor would definitely yell at him for having one hand off the wheel, but it was a straight, empty road, and Charlie was decidedly below the recommended speed.

Besides, he could probably pull up enough strength to telekinetically steer the car, if he had to. Having acceleratingly strong demonic powers had its unexpected quirks, after all.

Charlie rubbed a hand across his belly, realising that it was filling out his hoodie a lot more than it should have been. He stifled a whimper as he pushed on the swell, hoping to force up at least some of what was making his stomach feel so bad. It gurgled under his hand, the pain shifting slightly but not upwards. There was a slight rumble in his chest, a fizzing in the back of his throat, but nothing more.

He put his left hand back on the wheel and sighed, surviving on the fact that at least he’d be home and lying in bed without the hour.

Back home

“Night, Mum, night, Dad,” Charlie called dully down the hall, though they’d probably both passed out on their bed in the time it had taken him to brush his teeth. He’d hoped the minty flavour would have soothed the burning acidity, but it had just mixed sickly with the fizzy orange reflux. He could finally hunch over a bit and rub his belly with a little more force, now he was alone in his room.

He reached for his bedside lamp, when a tap on the window made him jump. He almost knocked his little brown stuffed bear from the nightstand, and he rushed to straighten him.

“Sorry, Vincent,” he whispered before approaching the window. Another tiny pebble hit the glass and Charlie groaned under his breath. Couldn’t that boy learn how to send a text?

Charlie cradled his belly as he spotted the dark-haired figure in the back yard. Usually, the sight of Shayne gave him a very light, pleasant feeling, but right now he felt the furthest from light he’d ever been. He sighed and directed his gaze towards the back door, focusing on undoing the lock before ducking back into the room.

He leaned against the windowsill, rubbing his belly desperately. It was definitely too much to ask, that all of the burps trapped inside him come up in the time it took Shayne to get inside, take off his ridiculous boots, and creep upstairs. All Charlie succeeded in bringing up were a couple of orangey splashes that burned his tongue.

“Whatever it is, I’m not in the mood,” he whispered as soon as Shayne let himself quietly into the room.

The dark-haired boy frowned as he closed the door. “Hmm?”

Charlie sighed and sat down on his bed. “I don’t care if it’s a voodoo doll or a silver stake or a monkey’s fucking paw. Can we do it another time?”

“Okay, first of all; hi,” Shayne muttered. “Second; how would any of those things be useful in exorcising or communicating with a demon? And third; where were you all?”

“My cousin’s christening,” Charlie said, slipping a hand into his hoodie pocket so he could keep some pressure on his stomach. “It went on kind of late.”

“You’re telling me?” Shayne began to pace evenly back and forth. “This place gives me shivers on a normal day. Ten times worse when it’s all dark and unoccupied.”

“Well, you could try not hanging around on other people’s property,” Charlie grumbled.

“I caught three demons in the back yard,” Shayne said. “Three demons that will never possess your parents, so you’re welcome.”

“So, you’ve got fucking warding jars on you?” Charlie whined. He knew he was feeling awful for a reason, but if those jars were close-by, they certainly wouldn’t be helping.

“’Course not, I left them at the far end of the garden,” Shayne hissed. “Okay, you’re sounding more like me than me tonight. What’s going on?”

Charlie swallowed and looked up at his friend. His belly was groaning, and he hoped he was the only one hearing it. He pulled his hand from his pocket and started holding it a bit more firmly, giving up the secrecy.

“I don’t feel so good,” he whined, sitting forward. “My tummy’s really sore.”

“Oh. Well, why haven’t you taken any of those tablets you always try to force on me?”

“Because I’ll be fine once I can burp, but so far, nothing wants to come up.” Charlie’s face burned at hearing himself give so much detail. He lowered his head as he leaned towards his knees, curling around the knot of pain.

He felt the mattress take Shayne’s weight, and then a hand prying his away from his stomach. He took a sharp breath and looked up.

“Are you going to rub my tummy?”

“You’ll never hear me say it in those words, but… yeah.” Shayne was still frowning, though Charlie recognised a slight blush in his cheeks. “Here, straighten up. Stop sitting like an idiot.”

“That’s mean,” Charlie whined, slowly released his vice-grip on his belly and straightening his back. “Why do I feel like you’re going to be really bad at – mmm.”

Shayne’s hand could almost have covered Charlie’s whole belly if it hadn’t been so bloated and tight. His stomach churned uneasily alongside the movement of Shayne’s fingers, until Charlie felt gas bubbles press up towards his chest. He felt himself groan without deciding he was going to.

Shayne held his breath, pausing the motion of his hand. “What? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, no, don’t stop,” Charlie groaned. “Can you rub my back, too?”

As soon as Shayne pressed on Charlie’s stomach and ran a hand up his spine, Charlie felt the gas bubbles release, making a deep rumbling sound in his chest. He pressed a fist to his mouth and turned his head away from Shayne. The burp was so loud Charlie worried it would wake his parents, and lasted about four seconds.

“Holy shit,” Shayne whispered. “I think I felt the room shake.”

“Shut up,” Charlie groaned.

“Feel any better?”

“Not really.”

“I’m going to lift your jumper, okay?”

Charlie almost squeaked as Shayne slid his hand under his hoodie, rubbing at the straining skin of his belly. Charlie dug his nails into the duvet to keep himself from wriggling. His skin was starting to feel prickly and warm, but that could have just been because of what was happening. Shayne was here and touching him, and not just through his clothes. He had his hand on Charlie’s bare torso. He was in pain, but he should have been enjoying this at least a little.

A weak smile twitched across his mouth as he nudged his cheek experimentally against Shayne’s shoulder. When the dark-haired boy didn’t flinch in any major way, he let himself lean a little harder, hoping his heart wasn’t pounding as loudly as he thought it was.

“What did you do to it, anyway?” Shayne asked, and it took Charlie a second to realise he was talking about his stomach. His fingers kneaded gently across it

“I, um, just kept eating, I guess.” Charlie turned his head to let out another burp, though this one sounded like it was strangled on its way up from his stomach. “And my dad kept bringing me fizzy drinks. Designated driver, you know? Aw – fuck, Shayne.”

Charlie frowned and winced as his stomach suddenly lurched under the pressure of Shayne’s hand.

“Shit – what is it?”

“I don’t know,” Charlie murmured, his cheeks suddenly tingling. A certain kind of panic began to ring in his ears. “Oh, god, I think I’m going to –”

He retched before fully realising it was happening, before he could do any kind of aiming or get his hands in front of his mouth. His hands did fly out, one landing on Shayne’s back, the other on his own knee. The majority of the thick, orange vomit landed down the front of Shayne’s jacket and t-shirt, the rest of it flicked across Shayne’s jeans and the duvet cover.

“Oh, my god, Shayne,” Charlie gasped. His hand was shaking as he brought it up to cover his mouth. Almost immediately, his head pitched forward again, another long gush of sticky orange liquid and chunks of bar food spraying over the sleeve of his hoodie as he tried to block it, but a lot still landed in Shayne’s lap.

Shayne sighed, though he really hoped Charlie didn’t hear it. He’d definitely take it the wrong way, thinking Shayne was sighing out of frustration when really, it was the only way he could release the intense sympathy he felt as the blonde boy clung to him and vomited. Shayne continued to rub Charlie’s back, though he wasn’t sure if it was helping or making things worse.

Charlie hiccuped into his sleeve, clearly forgetting that he’d just gotten sick all over it.

“Shayne,” he croaked, slowly lifting his gaze. “I’m so sorry.”

“Feeling any better?”

“Actually, yeah, I am.”

Shayne shrugged. “Then it’s fine. Jesus, if only exorcising you was so damn easy.”

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 10

Previous: Searching for Seokjin Pt. 2

Pairings: Light Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Government Agent AU, Slice of Life

Ratings: PG13

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: She finds Taehyung at the local dog park, an unfamiliar face by his side. 

Tailing Taehyung

Present Day

          I’ll be honest, this is my favorite part of the job. Music low, tinted windows, unmarked baseball cap adorning my head, GPS tracking my every move so I can retrace my steps. I’ve already downed a grande latte, two bagels and a family sized bag of sour skittles. But it’s the quiet waiting, the planning of every move, the sleuthing and interpreting, anticipating another person’s every move.

         Kim Seokjin is predictable. He gets up, goes to work, comes home. There’s no romantic partner, no gym time, nothing. His office building, non-descript, standard skyscraper. It’s painful how predictable he is. Which is why after three days, I begin to search for another name on Euna’s list. Kim Taehyung.

         He’s easier to track, beloved librarian, he works at the downtown branch where he packs the house for his weekly story hour. Costumes, characters, voices, he commands the room, never demanding adoration because it’s so freely given. His name at the Library, though, is not Kim Taehyung, but Jung Taehyung, as if he got married and changed his name without telling anyone. My only indication that they’re the same person are photos from Euna.

         Tailing Taehyung is thrilling. He’s going to book launches, gallery openings, museum exhibits, clubbing, and on a few nights, stays late to close the library. Those are my favorite, he puts headphones on and dances around the library, re-shelving children’s books and shaking his ass. He lives across town from Seokjin, in a quaint house with a green door. He seems to have an abundance of friends, rarely goes out with the same people twice in one week. No partner on record, no flirting or taking someone home with him. He does have a dog, something he must’ve picked up after leaving the Lee’s.

         Picking up Johnson from my sister’s house, I park near the dog park by Taehyung’s house, a frequent weekend spot. He might go to different clubs every Thursday or try a new restaurant with a pair of gentlemen, but he goes to the same dog park on both Saturday and Sunday, then to the coffee shop on the corner, where he tries a new drink on Saturday. If he likes the drink, he gets it again on Sunday, but if he hates it, he picks something new. He never orders coffee, only tea and juice concoctions. How he exists, with all that energy, and no coffee, I will never understand.

         Another thing I will never understand is Johnson. A golden doodle with a slight limp, she’s both deeply loving and simultaneously polarizing. She runs hot and cold, licking you one minute, growling the next. There’s no reason for her split personality, her ability to turn on a dime, but I’d like to think Johnson is struggling with her identity and would really benefit from therapy. At two years old, still fully a puppy, she has gone to obedience school three times, and is only truly unkept when forced to be with humans for too long. The dog park is her happy place. She loves running around, sniffing everything, frolicking in the grass, no leash, totally free.

         What a blessing to borrow my sisters fur baby to ensnare Kim Taehyung.

         Maisy pulls me towards the dog park, excitement coursing through her body. It takes everything in me to not drop the leash and let her go, but she has a high chance of running into traffic and her death cannot be on my conscience. Within moments of stepping into the park, I spot Taehyung and his little pup. A black and gold Pomeranian, he weighs the same as Johnson’s front paws. Taehyung stands, sunglasses on, black hair parted slightly to reveal his honeyed forehead. He looks too cool for school, and I’d believe he was, if he wasn’t laughing energetically at the man to his right. The man is familiar, one of the usual men he tries a new restaurant with every Tuesday.

         Setting Maisy free, I move around the park, monitoring her, hoping she’ll land exactly where I want her to.

         The initial contact with a mark, or suspect, is the most precarious. I can’t come on too strong, can’t give too much away or seem too eager. I have to have every moment planned in order to get the information I need. In this case, it’s getting close enough that I can speak with Tae to find out what he knows regarding Lee Euna and her family, and maybe see if he’ll drop hints about her manifesto.

         I circle the park, my eyes on Johnson and Taehyung, slowly moving closer to the man and his friend.

         “Did you catch the end of the game last night?” The other man asks.

         “No, was I supposed to?” Taehyung responds.

         “It’s too early in the season to be calling it, but they’ve got a chance to go to the Superbowl,”

         “Huh,”

         “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt,” I say, turning my body to face them. “Is that your dog? The little one?”

         “Yeah, it is,” Taehyung answers, smiling lightly at me.

         “It’s so cute, what’s its name?”

         “Yeontan, or Tannie,”

         “Adorable, is that Korean?” I ask.

         “Yes,”

         “Very cool, my boyfriend’s Korean,” I lie. Jungkook isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a guy I’ve slept with once and fallen asleep next to twice … or whatever.

         “Nice, I wonder if we know him,” Taehyung said. “What’s his last name?”

         “Jeon,” I tell them. I clock the miniscule movement in their brows, the exchanged glance, but I don’t know what it means.

         “Not too many of those, what’s his first name?” The man next to Taehyung asks.

         “Jungkook” I tell them. My eyes don’t leave their faces as they both nod, neither daring to share a glance.

         “I don’t think I know him,” Taehyung says.

         “Well, what are your names? I can ask him if maybe he knows you?” I offer. Take the bait, take the bait.

         “I’m Taehyung, this is Jimin,” He says.

         “Y/N,” I offer my hand to shake, which they each accept.

         This is my moment, “This is going to sound crazy, but do you know Lee Euna?”

         “Who?” Jimin asks.

         I scrutinize his features, no slight quiver of the upper lip, no pupils dilating, no quickened breath. “Lee Euna, she’s part of the family that owns Lee Enterprises?”

         “Oh, Lee Enterprises, I’ve heard of them, they’re brokers?” Jimin asks.

         “Traders,” Taehyung responds.

         “Candlestick makers,” I finish the rhyme, both men look at me quizzically, then laugh. “They do banking and stock trading for the top 0.01% of society, royals, billionaires, human traffickers, etc.”

         “Ah,” Jimin nods. “Not my area of expertise.”

         Agreeing, Taehyung nods, “Mine either,”

         “Same,” I add. Maisy runs up to me and begins growling at the men I’m standing with. “Johnson Maisy Lou, knock it off,”

         “Johnson Maisy Lou?” Taehyung laughs.

         “I didn’t name her,” I shrug.

         “Her?” Jimin continues laughing. He’s like, really pretty.

         “Yeah, my sister’s dog. She gives no shits when it comes to gender norms. Johnson was a bet she lost though,” I inform them. I reattach Maisy’s leash and give her a good once over. “You ready?”

         She wags her tail in response.

         “It was nice to meet you guys, maybe I’ll see you next weekend?” I smile again, friendly and kind to a flaw.

         “Yeah, bring your boyfriend, we might have some friends in common,” Jimin smiles again.

         I wave before dragging Maisy back to the trail and slowly to the car. They know Jungkook, I don’t know how, or why, but something in their reaction tells me that they are more than just friendly with him. Maybe they went to school together? Or worked together before their respective positions at the library and whatever Jimin does? That would answer few questions but makes me feel uneasy.

         When I return to my car, I’m met with a familiar sight. An envelope resting on my driver’s seat. Car locked, windows intact, it sits, waiting. My blood runs cold, chills down my spine as I stare. I swallow the bile in the back of my throat and survey my surroundings.

         “The first was a warning shot. This is your last chance. Stop. Looking.”

         I panic, glancing all around me, trying to find someone who stands out in the weekend shuffle. There’s no absurdly dressed person, no one in a weird hat or harboring a long-range camera, no one glancing at me in my sheer panic, fear pushing my fight or flight into overdrive.

         Choosing a stance somewhere between fear and power, I walk swiftly towards the coffee shop. Ordering a concoction I’ve heard Taehyung order, I ask the cashier a leading question.

         “That’ll be $3.57,” He smiles. I glance at his nametag, Robert.

         “Thanks, Robert. Can I ask you something?”

         “Of course!” He answers.

         “You see that black car?” I point towards the general direction of my vehicle. “Have you seen anyone approach it in the last hour?”

         “No, but I just started my shift twenty minutes ago,” Robert informs me.

         “Okay, thanks,” I move out of the way and watch as other customers flit through the shop, the open concept rustic café is a hot spot, known for their tea infusions and gluten free pastries, it’s a hot ticket. The line is often out the door, and everyone who works here receives massive tips. I don’t know who gives their spare change, but I’ve seen the jar completely full on more than one occasion. Tipping for leaf water is preposterous, but then again, a good cup of leaf water is hard to find. I think, I’ve never really truly looked for it.

         After giving myself 30 minutes to calm down, I head back to my car, taking the note and slipping it into an evidence bag. I drive the 15 to my sisters, knocking aggressively as I am positive Maisy is one bark away from biting me.

         “Did you have to bring her back?” C asks, opening the door.

         “I don’t want to be arrested for dog-abuse, that’s a serious crime,” I hand her Maisy’s leash, and she obediently retreats into the house, running towards her food bowl.

         “Oh, I’ll stick the ASPCA on you for sure. How was she?” C asks, stepping back to allow me into the house.

         I sigh, “Useful, did exactly what I needed her to.”

         “That might be the first time in her life she’s listened to directions,” C laughs. “Water?”

         “And probably the last, isn’t that right Johnson Maisy?” I ruffle behind her ears and take the can of Bubly from my sister.

         “How’s your little man friend?” She asks, hope in her eyes.

         “He’s not little, and he’s not a friend,” I correct her.

         “Right, right, how’s lover boy?”

         “Don’t call him that,” I squeeze my eyes closed, knowing full well where she’s headed.

         “Oh, baby, how’s baby?” She does her best Jennifer Grey impression.

         “You’re the worst. And he’s fine,”

         “Have you been seeing him regularly? What’s his name again? JK? Did his parents just really like New York Undercover? Or I’m sorry, the Killing Joke?” C laughs at her own jokes, which makes me hate her cleverness even more.

         “Jungkook, and yes you can call him JK,” I sip on the pineapple flavored sparkling H2O.

         “And?”

         “He’s great, he’s wonderful, he’s sexy and intelligent and thoughtful and kind and I could swim in his Bambi eyes forever, okay?”

         She laughs at my tone, frustration evident as I blush profusely.

         “You like him,” She sings. 

           “Too much it seems,” I roll my eyes.

         “Are the feelings mutual?”

         “He took me to breakfast, after dancing, we didn’t have sex, and then, he took me to dinner and a movie the next day, a ‘traditional date’ as he called it. It’s been a month? Not even, and I think about him constantly. I want to see him every second of everyday and I feel so sad when he’s gone. I’m literally handing him my heart to break and I think, all signs are pointing to him handing me his,” I bury my face in my hands, feeling the heat radiate onto my palms. Why is this so embarrassing?

         “Are you going to take it?” C asks.

         “Haven’t I already?”

         C lets it hang I the air, my willing acceptance of heartache at the hands of this lionhearted man, my willingness to be absolutely gutted by him, and in return, his vulnerability to be tossed out like every other man who has ever dared to get close to me.

         “Maybe he’s worthy,” C offers.

         Shaking my head, “It’s not about being worthy, I don’t deserve anyone.”

         “No, no one deserves anything except basic human rights, food, shelter, education, healthcare… but maybe you’ve found a guy who is actually going to be supportive and challenging, someone who isn’t scared of your callousness and thrives in your ability to love without bounds. Maybe he’s that person for you.” Her stare is knowing, and I hate how correct she could possibly be. I hate that I’m falling so quickly, and I hate that he might be falling too. It’s easier when one person has the upper hand, when a bluff pays off with a win. But if we both fold, then are hearts become collateral, and to whom the pieces go becomes a mystery.

         “Can we please stop talking about him?” I request, the tears brimming giving way to my distress.

         C smiles softly, her knowing sisterly gaze on my tears. “Absolute. How’s the case going?”

         “Fine, I found another guy with Taehyung, they both seem to know Jungkook, but I don’t know how they know him or why they lied about it. Neither mentioned anything that was useful,” I wipe the few tears away and pick up my drink.

         “Will you keep digging?” She asks.

         “I’m not sure there’s much more to dig. Euna has her list, she knows what they did, she doesn’t want proof that they’re guilty, she just wants to know where she can find them.” I inform her.

         “That’s the business you’re in, finding people who don’t want to be found?” C clarifies. She knows better than anyone what I do. Though I function in dark allies and make backroom deals, C follows the letter of the law and works for a branch of the CIA. Doing what, I do not know, but she understands the importance of hiding, and the lengths people will go to, to remain out of sight.

         “It’s not my job to protect them, C, if I can find them, anyone can.”

         “Why does she want to find them?”

         “Revenge is my guess, why she had to come to me when she’s worth billions is beyond my understanding. She could’ve hired anyone, had a mole in the government search, literally anything other than showing up at my broken-down door,”

         C pauses, “What if they’re in witness protection? What if she was abusive?”

         “They’re not in witness, if they were, they wouldn’t use their real names or live in the same city she does. That and you would’ve found out. And, there are no records of abuse in the system, no restraining orders, nothing.”

         “Could they be hiding from her?” C questions.

         “In plain sight?” I counter.

         She laughs. “Staring Mary McCormack now streaming on Amazon Prime.”

         “I’m leaving,” I roll my eyes.

         “Just, be careful, okay?” She reaches for me, and I enter her embrace. Sister hugs always carry more weight.

         “I will be,” I say into her hair.

         “Don’t dig a hole bigger than you can fill,” She kisses my cheek gently, her lip gloss sticking to my skin.

         “That’s not a saying,” I reply as I wipe the goo from my face.

         “Don’t care. Love you,” C stares me down, her words echoing through me.

         “Love you, mean it,” I respond, and her shoulders relax.

         We haven’t always had the best relationship, the most love, the most respect. She’s anal and controlling, I’m easy going and dare I say, happy? We’ve always been opposites, she loved analytics, statistics, history. I craved action, drama, constant stimulation. We both love puzzles, though hers remain recreational and mine professional. At our core, we’re cut from the same cloth. Mannerisms mimicking the other, eyes of similar shape, looking enough like sisters to never be questioned.

         But she’s right.

         Am I digging a hole bigger than what I can fill? Has Lee Euna, Euna Lee, set me up to completely fail? Do these men want to remain in hiding, and if so, what’s the level of risk I am putting them at?

         Maybe solving the mystery of who the man was with Taehyung will guide me towards an answer.

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 4

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Hwang Hyunjin// Happy Howlidays

Stray Kids Christmas Series

Scenario: “Parents are gone, but the dogs are still here. Maybe Christmas should be dog-themed this year? “ Genre: Fluff/ Humour Tropes: Already dating Pairing: non idol!Hwang Hyunjin X Reader Word count: 9,4K Warning: Fluff, Fluff and only Fluff. Hyunjin being dumb, we love him though. A/n: I know that it is January, but I still am going to finish this series.

“Okay, bags. Check. Drinks for the drive to the airport, check. Passports-“ “Mom calm down you have everything, you checked four times already.” You laughed as your mother kept checking her list. “I’m sorry dear, we’ve never gone with the four of us on vacation.” She sighs. “It’s okay, you should do it more often, it will be good for you.” “So that you and Hyunjin can be alone, I see how it is.” Hyunjin’s mother laughed.

Your boyfriend’s mother and yours had been friends for years. They grew up together and were close ever since they were kids. When they both got married, they had children, which were you and Hyunjin. The mothers used to joke how it would be cute if you and Hyunjin would date later. Through the years of you and Hyunjin being friend, in senior year, where you and Hyunjin would graduate together, he finally confessed his feelings to you which he had kept secret for years.

It was a quite emotional and cheesy moment. Hyunjin was, just like you who felt the same way towards him, scared that confessing feelings to you would ruin your friendship. Instead of it being ruined it was the start of something new. Hyunjin cried after you told him you felt the same way, he had burst out in tears because he was so nervous and scared that you just wouldn’t feel the same and that you would look at him differently and that things just wouldn’t be the same.

Your parents didn’t suspect a thing the first month of you and Hyunjin dating. It was at a dinner party at Hyunjin’s apartment where the two of you accidently revealed your relationship to your parents. He was seated next to you as you were eating together. “Baby can you pass me the water?” He asked without giving his choice of words a second thought. You all turned to Hyunjin in shock, making you almost choke on your food as you realised that he just did. “Baby?” His mother asked, making Hyunjin realise what he just said. He turned bright red and stuttered out gibberish as he tried to save himself, and you of course, from this awkward situation. “Are they dating? Really?” You mother squealed happily as she grabbed onto her best friend who was hysterically squealing as well.

“Maybe we should leave them for a while?” You said to your boyfriend whilst laughing at your parents state. The both of you were questioning your mothers’ sanity as they started to rant about whatever, you couldn’t follow. Your dads on the other hand just sat there in shock. “My little girl is dating.” Your dad started as it looked like he was about to slip into a crisis. His hands in his hair as well as he stared into nothingness. “My son is dating!” Hyunjin’s dad cheered, looking like the complete opposite of your dad, making you and Hyunjin wheeze. Your boyfriend’s dad came up to the both of you and hugged you, whilst the two of you still sat down, congratulating you.

It was a rollercoaster of a night, but you were just glad that your parents were supportive of your relationship. You dad eventually got over it as well, but he indeed had that ‘dad-talk’ with Hyunjin. He hadn’t had to add scary voices since he knew Hyunjin almost inside and out. He knew that Hyunjin grew up to be a kind young man and that he could trust him with his one and only daughter.

Your parents also gave you dogs around the same time. Hyunjin now had a little long-haired chihuahua named Kkami. Your parents gave you a little Pomeranian pup a year later after Hyunjin received Kkami. You were crazy about her, because not only was she small and fluffy, she was also crazy about Kkami. They also ended up to be best friends. As soon as you and Hyunjin realised that your dogs had such a close relationship like the two of you did, you started to go on dog-dates together. It would be the cutest thing. Your little Pomeranian, Nana, named after the dog from Peter Pan, would know when you would visit Hyunjin’s place. She would start to bark happily and wag her tail in joy. She would pull you to the door where you could hear Kkami on the other side of the door barking to sign Nana that he was there. As soon as the door opened slightly, a little snoot would squeeze its way through to get to its best friend.

You and Hyunjin would just laugh at them before you greeted each other. Even now they were sharing a little spot on the soft carpet, laying closely next to each other as they slept. “Well, take care of each other and don’t mess up the apartment when we will be gone.” You mother said as she hugged you. “You too and have fun.” “We definitely will. Well, we’ll see you in five days. You will be alright, right?” Your mother asked once again, as she caressed your cheek with both her hands. “We will be fine, he has me by his side.” You joked, receiving a dramatic gasp coming from your boyfriend. “I mean she isn’t wrong.” His mother said, making you laugh loudly as your boyfriend now looked at his mom shocked.

You would say your goodbyes to your parents before they went off to their vacation. As soon as the door slammed closed you ran into your boyfriends arms and wrapped your arms around his waist as you hugged him. You fell onto the couch, making him groan slightly as the air was knocked out of his body. You giggled when he rubbed his cheek on yours like a cat would. “We’re alone.” “I get to hold you at all times now.” Hyunjin sighs happily as he pulled you even closer to him as you laid next to him, being squeezed in between his chest and the backrest of the couch. “Yes please.” You mumbled against his skin as you just enjoyed your affection.

“What do you want to do the upcoming days?” You asked, whilst brushing your hand through his soft hair. “Well, we kind of need to decorate the house, go grocery shopping and maybe get a small Christmas tree?” “Sounds good to me, what kind of decoration-“ “My parents are gone, but the dogs are still here. Maybe Christmas should be dog-themed this year?“ Hyunjin gasped as he cut you off. “Did you just fucking rhyme.” You laughed. “But like a pupper Christmas! A howliday!” Hyunjin gasped as he shook you excitedly. “Sounds honestly like one of the best ideas you’ve ever had.” You teased, before receiving a playful push from him.

Later after laying down with Hyunjin for a little longer the two of you went out to get some ornaments for the tree that the two of you were about to find. In a little store that you had found near your apartment complex they sold a lot of Christmas ornaments, they even had animal themed once and you immediately dragged your boyfriend inside.

“Baby, look at this dog! It looks like Kkami!” You squealed as you found a little dog for in the Christmas tree. “Babe, this one looks like Nana-“ “We are so getting this!” You squealed.

After spending a little too much on puppy decoration in that little store, the two of you went to a market where you would search for the perfect Christmas tree. “This one?” He asked before presenting you the umpteenth tree. “It’s too thin on the bottom.” “This one?” He asked again. “No, too big, we won’t be able to take it back home.” You added. “This one?” He groans dramatically. “Yes! That one’s perfect-“ “Thank God!” He cried out, making you laugh before you were about to pay for the tree.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your boyfriend says. “Paying for the tree-“ “No you’re not.” “Yes I am.” You fought back. “No you’re not, it’s for my apartment.” “And I’m a guest who’s staying at your apartment, so let me pay it for you.” “No, I’m your boyfriend I should pay-“ “I want to-“ “If the two of you can’t decide, just go Dutch.” The salesman says, making you and Hyunjin blush in embarrassment as you quickly paid the man and sped off with your tree.

“He hated our guts.” “Fuck yes he did.” You laughed.

“Children, we’re home!” You sung as you walked into the apartment, causing the little dogs to jump up to their little paws, slipping over the floor in process, before he came running towards you and Hyunjin in joy. And also hopeful on getting a treat from the two of you. “I’ll set up the tree, you go give the children a treat.” Hyunjin joked as he carried the tree inside.

When you came into the living room you found your boyfriend sitting on of the chair, tangled into the lights that he was trying to unknot. “Please help me.” He muttered as he was stuck in an uncomfortable position. You laughed loudly, almost falling to the ground, making your boyfriend whine because of it. “Baby please!” He whined as he wiggled to get lose. Instead of helping him you snapped a couple if pictures and send it to your parents.

You: ‘The lights have taken over my boyfriend, now he’s not the only thing that lights up my day.’ Mom: ‘Oh my gosh Y/n, go help the poor guy.’ Dad: ‘Hahaha lol wtf.’

After you were done texting your parents you helped your boyfriend to free himself, so the two of you could start to decorate the tree. It didn’t take you very long to finish the tree since it was rather small. “Do you want the star on top?” You asked him. “Yes, let me help you with that.” Hyunjin said before sweeping you off your feet, holding you bridal style as you put the star on top of the tree, which was already in reaching distant. You giggled uncontrollably and hit him in the arm for flustering you so badly, causing him to laugh. “Why did I choose to date such a sap.” You muttered into his chest as you hugged him. “You love me though.” “Most of the time.” You giggled, before getting tickled by him.

The two of you would continue to decorate the rest of the house. You and Hyunjin would try to put lights on the frame of the window, to make it look aesthetically pleasing. Hyunjin went to grab some tape or something to make the wiring stick and stay to the wall, whilst you tried to keep it in place. He came back to see you struggle to keep the lights up against the tall frames of the windows, making him smile. “Can you reach it Tiny?” He jokes as he went to help you, you pinched him in his sides making him stop functioning for a second whilst shrieking.

Sooner enough the two of you had finally finished decorating the house, you would rest your head on his shoulder as you looked around proudly. The two of you had made a special little Christmas corner near the heater where their bed was. There was a little doghouse next to their bed where the two puppy ornaments were placed, maybe not the best idea, but it definitely was one of the cutest.

It was getting late and you still needed to go grocery shopping together. Fortunately for you the stores were still open as you arrived at the mall. When you strolled around after getting the food you needed you came across a couple of dog pictures that were displayed in the shop window. “Hyunjin! Photoshoot! Christmas! Puppies!” Were the only words that you could make out through the enthusiasm that came over you like a big wave. Hyunjin was confused at the lack of words you used and made his way towards you, before he could take a look at the pictures you had already dragged him into the store. “Look at these tiny costumes!” You cried happily at the cuteness.

And so, you and Hyunjin bought more dog frills for the Christmas time. At the drive back home you were too busy looking for inspiration for the photoshoot that you definitely wanted to shoot with your dogs, and Hyunjin of course. You didn’t even bother helping him unpack the groceries as you walked straight to your dog with a tiny blonde dog who was wagging her tail, not knowing what would happen in the next minute. When Hyunjin heard you squeal for the umpteenth time that day, he figured that you had put on the tiny costume on Nana. The poor dog looked up to Hyunjin with a lost and confused look on her face. In the mean time you were almost on the edge of tears as you looked at the adorableness that your dog held. “Are you alright baby?” Your boyfriend asked you whilst laughing at how cute you were being. “I’m not, because I also have this green one for Kkami-“ “Give that to me woman I need this!” Hyunjin gasped as he grasped the green costume and went to chase his dog and ending up in tears with you, causing both of the dogs look at you questioning both of your sanity. “This was the best decision we’ve ever made as a couple!” He cried dramatically as he was frantically taking pictures of the dogs. You would edit the pictures to make it a Christmas card you could send to people on social media, the reactions starts to flow in. You would read them and respond to them as proud parents as you shared the cuteness of your pups. When the pups would’ve gone to sleep you and your boyfriend would sneak into the kitchen to make try and make cookies, both for you and the dogs. Hyunjin had found a receipt online before he attempted to bake something. The difference between the kitchen side of his and yours were drastic. He had flower all over his face, the wall and his clothes. You on the other hands, no dough to be found on your fingers, the wall was still squeaky clean and your looks were still flawless. “How in the world-“ “I’m capable of doing things.” You teased him as you rubbed the flower even more over his face as you cupped his face. “Come here you brat.” He joked, before ducking his face into your neck, rubbing the excess flower on your face, hair and shirt.

“No baby no!” You squealed as you tried to push him away. “No feel my love baby!” He sung a he shook his head like a dog, causing the flower to fly into the air, making you laugh.

After cleaning up and waiting for another fifteen minutes as soon as the timer went off you boyfriend ran to the kitchen and swung the oven door open. Hyunjin was too excited for the cookies to bake, he had eaten all the left-over dough form the bowl, the whisk, he even kissed some off your fingers, making you blush as he stared at you deeply as he did so.

Hyunjin was about to grab the plate out of the oven, making you yell at him in panic for him being a dumbass and not wearing over gloves. “You’re the dumbest bitch, oh my Gosh my heart is pounding.” You cried out in laughter as Hyunjin ended up on the floor from your yelling. “Your heart is pounding? I just got assaulted-“ “I just saved your ass what do you mean?” You yelled as you threw the other glove to his head.

You had taken the cookies out and let it cool off so the two of you could decorate it. You each took one, because you were too impatient to wait before you could try them, both of your mouths would burn as you took a bite out of it. Sighing in content when the cold milk cooled your mouths down from the heat. “Why does it taste so weird?” Hyunjin asked whilst chewing on his cookie. “Hyunjin, I just told you, you were dumb, but this just fucking peaked. You’re eating the dog’s cookies!” You laughed loudly, almost spitting out yours as you watched your boyfriend being dumb for the umpteenth time that night. “I was wondering why I tasted bacon.” Hyunjin laughed along, before he went to the dogs and gave it to them, or well laid it in their bowl since they were sound asleep.

The two of you were exhausted after that night full of baking and cleaning. The two of you fell asleep on the couch with a big blanket draped over the two of you that he had brought from his room. The next morning the two of you groaned in pain, because both of your necks were too stiff from the uncomfortable position you had laid in all night.

You ended up massaging each other as you sat across from each other, the both of you were still too tired to function, before some more time went by and you had decided to get cleaned up and go on a walk with the dogs. You would enter a dog park where there was also a little stall that sold hot chocolate milk that the owners could buy whilst enjoying the sight of their puppies having fun. You laid your head on Hyunjin’s chest as you sat on a bench together, the two of you just enjoyed your time together holding hands and just feelings each other’s’ warmth in the freezing weather.

A couple of kids who also were playing around the dog park. They were cutely asking you and Hyunjin for permission to pet them and give them treats. You of course let them and the two dogs loved the extra attention they received from the kids. “Will you and your wife come here more often so we can play with Kkami and Nana?” One of the Kids asked politely as they held their parents’ hand. You almost spit out your drink and Hyunjin just smiled sweetly at the child. “We might be around here sometime! I think Nana and Kkami really liked you! You would be great friends, we will hopefully meet again in the future!” “Will your wife be there as well? She’s really pretty!” He whispered to Hyunjin, making you awe. “She probably will, I can’t live without her.” Hyunjin winked before he ruffled the hair of the kid and saying goodbye to him.

“You’re the sweetest thing, I swear.” You sighed happily. “I love you too.” He muttered with a sweet smile on his lips as he kissed your temple. “I would love to call you my actual wife in the future though.” He added. “Y-you want to marry me?” You asked him in shock. “Of course I do, I couldn’t imagine anyone else by my side other than you in the future. I love you too much to let you go.” He smirked as he pressed kisses on your cheek.

Later on, back home from a fun day at the dog park, Nana and Kkami were exhausted and snoring away in their bed after eating the homemade cookies. You were in the kitchen, boiling some chicken soup whilst cooking you and your boyfriend something as well for supper. Hyunjin would come up behind you as you would be stirring away. He had rested his head on your shoulder as you continued to cook for him.

“I wished this moment could last forever.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed the nape of your neck in affection. “I love moments like this with you as well. They are they best.” You muttered back, resting your head on his slightly. “I can’t wait for us to get our own place. Not that I don’t like this, but I can get to be with you at any time I want.” He said happily as he hugged you even tighter. “Do you really think about stuff like that?” You asked him rather shocked. “Of course I do, when I have such a beautiful girlfriend, I have to think about a future with her or else she might think this will lead to nowhere.” He admitted softly, making you turn off the stove and turn around to face him. You had now wrapped your arms around his neck as you looked at him endearingly. “I’m not going nowhere honey, if we don’t have the money yet to live on ourselves, I’d still be happy to spend time like this with you.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek, making him smile. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

The night went on and the two of you had decided to eat dinner on the couch, whilst later on cuddling together with the dogs on your laps, with a blanket draped over the four of you.

Once again, the two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch, causing you to wake up with a pain in your neck. “Baby, we should sleep in bed from now on, I like massaging you, but we shouldn’t.” You chuckled as you sat across each other again as you massaged each other. “I would massage you all day if it would make you feel relaxed.” Hyunjin admitted. “Uh-“ “Not like that!” Hyunjin sighed in disbelief, making you laugh before pressing a kiss on his lips. “You love me though” “Most days.”

You and Hyunjin went out to walk with the dogs and ended up at a dog café. The owner saw you two and told you that you two were a beautiful couple and that they were actually in need of a couple for a photoshoot for their café promotions. You and Hyunjin happily agreed to help the lady out and before the two of you knew it, the pair of you plus your dogs were dressed up in matching sweaters and smiling for the camera.

Hyunjin would be playing cutely with Kkami as you and Nana enjoyed the products that the café offered for both people and dogs. The lady thanked you dearly and paid the two of you generously. “A Christmas gift from us for helping us out.” She had said with a bright smile before you and your boyfriend politely thanked her. The pictures and videos turned out great. You and Hyunjin couldn’t stop gushing about how cute you all were. “We’re like a little family.” He joked before kissing your cheek.

That day the two of you would go and visit a shelter to spoil the dogs there. You decided to not bring your own dog for their sake of safety since the other dogs might not all be mentally healthy. The two of you had done this for a few years now, even before you started dating have the two of you gone together to the shelter. It’s one of the things Hyunjin had always loved about you: showing kindness to everything that lives. Even when you accidently bump against a plant you would apologise to your ‘Mr Papyrus’.

He always thought you were the cutest when you were in your soft and kind state. At the shelter he was at first very worried that you would get hurt, but the animals got a certain vibe of safety around you and gently came towards you as you fed them. Today as well, you had recognised some of the dogs who were still at the shelter and went to greet them first.

Hyunjin would smile at you fondly and look at you with his eyes filled with love. He would chuckle shyly when the other volunteers would coo at him at how cute of a couple the two of you were or that he must feel lucky to have such a great girl like you. He would bow to them politely and then rush to where you were and help you wash the dogs. He would splash some water in your face and neck every now and then, receiving a gasp from you before laughing as the dog joined in by shaking off the water on her fur.

You would pet them for many hours before you had to say goodbye. The two of you also had decided to donate the money, you had earned at the photoshoot, to the shelter so the dogs could have a better living environment. You would walk back home, hand in hand, as it snowed. He couldn’t stop looking at you and you laughed when he bumped into objects like streetlights. “Look ahead.” You would tell him. “Why would I when I can look at you?” He smirked, making you let go off his hand and start to walk ahead of him. He ran after you, crashing into your body as he hugged you from behind, picking you up in process as he twirled you around. “I just love you so much, I can’t have enough of you.” He would confess before he kissed you softly. “I love you more.” You whispered against his lips. “Impossible.”

After the two of you came home, you went to walk with the dogs, who were also very excited to see you after hours alone with each other. Later on you and Hyunjin would change into you pyjamas and sit on the couch. It was already getting late, so you suggested to get into bed and watch tv there. The two of you would be laying in his bed as the tv played, you both weren’t paying attention to it at all as you suggested to buy each other gifts. “We could do a ‘secret Santa’?” Hyunjin suggested. “But I know you would be my secret Santa and visa versa, you dummy.” You laughed as Hyunjin facepalmed himself. “But we could keep it secret what we got each other? And it doesn’t have to be expensive, just like three things and maybe a thing for the dogs?” “For the first time in our relationship you’ve said something intelligent.” You gasped sarcastically. “Get over here!” Hyunjin would mumble before he turned over to tower over you and tickle you as you laid under him.

You would squeal loudly, making the dogs jump up and run to you worried. You would be out of breath after the tickle fight. The two of you now were exhausted. Hyunjin was resting his head on your chest as you laid together in bed. The two of you had fallen asleep together, but never really purposely slept in the same bed together, since the both of you were either too shy or too awkward. Hyunjin had sneaked into your room every now and then when sleeping over, claiming he missed you. He would get into your warm bed and cuddle together.

He looked up to you with tired but happy eyes before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning it was already the twenty-third of December, the two of you got up early after a, for once, good sleep. You two were headed with your dog carriers to the mall where you had split up to get each other presents.

You were lost at first on what to give your boyfriend. You had looked around for ages at the mall. You had ran into Hyunjin every now and then, him grinning at you as he not-so-smoothly passed you, trying to hide the bags he was carrying. “You better get me something!” Hyunjin told you with a playful grin on his face. “Calm down! I need inspiration!” “Y/n! You know me! Don’t think to hard!” He said before he ran to you and pressed a kiss on your forehead before running off to his own adventure again.

In the last hour of the two of you being at the mall, you finally came across a boutique where you brought him a new necklace and a nice blouse he could wear for Christmas. You didn’t doubt it if he’d look good in it or not, your boyfriend looked handsome in anything. He could be wearing a trash bag and you would tell him to strike a pose for the ‘gram.

You got Kkami a cute new collar that matched Hyunjin’s new blouse, so the two could match for Christmas. Lastly you got a bunch of snacks for him and some beauty products to keep his skin healthy and pretty.

When the two of you got home, he would be in the living room and you would be in the kitchen as you were both wrapping the gifts. “Hyunjin stop peeking. I will eat all the cookies by myself if you’re not going to quit it!” You sighed as your boyfriend kept barging into the kitchen to ‘get something he needed’. “I’m not, Kkami wanted a- uh-“ “You’re not talking yourself out of this one Hwang.” You laughed at your speechless boyfriend. “Shut up.” He muttered with a pout on his lips, making you laugh harder.

After you were done with wrapping your presents, you were getting bored since Hyunjin was wrapping his presents at slug-speed. You decided that it would be fun to mess with him. You grabbed his phone sneakily before keeping it in your back pocket as you made your way to the electricity box. You flicked the switch, causing the apartment to go dark, making you giggle as you heard Hyunjin yell in surprise. “Baby? Where are you?” You decided to keep quite as you stayed where you were. “Baby, this isn’t funny.” Hyunjin called out once more. “Y/n, I can’t find my phone and it’s dark and you aren’t responding to me, please just say something or make a noise.” He begged.

You could hear him walking closer to were you were, bumping into walls every now and then until he finally reached you. You had a flashlight ready and aimed at your face to make you look scary as you jump scared your boyfriend. Hyunjin yelped and fell down dramatically as he jumped in shock, making you laugh as you turned the electricity back on. “What was that for? You gave me a heart attack!” Hyunjin cried out whilst laughing along with you. “I was bored.” “Excuse me? So that makes you think it’s alright for you to give me a heart failure?” He chuckled as he sat back up straight. “You make my heart fail everything I look at you, this is a little payback.” You winked before kissing his head and walking away from your now-flustered boyfriend.

The night went on with the two of you being bored out of your mind, it was nowhere near bedtime and you both wanted to do something. You ended up watching YouTube videos together, when you suddenly stumbled across a video where dogs were paw-painting. You and Hyunjin looked at each other with wide eyes as the video that was streaming on the tv continued to play. “I’ll get the paint!” Hyunjin yelled as the both of you shot up to get the stuff to be creative with your pups. The dogs thought you wanted to play with them and made you chase after them, as they wagged their tails happily. Hyunjin walked back into the room, with a big plastic spread and a couple bowls and towels.

“I don’t think it would be safe for the pups to use regular paint on their paws, so I thought about using food as paint.” Your boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows as he suggested the so-called brilliant idea to you. You laughed loudly when your idiot forgot to put the lid on the blender, making the strawberries go everywhere.

“I can’t believe I’m dating someone as dumb as you.” You giggled as you wiped some of the strawberry mush off his face. “But you love me.” He sang sweetly before shooting you a wink.

Finally after preparing the ‘dye’ you dipped the paws of your pups into the mush. You let them walk around on the canvasses and the now-not-so-blank-anymore papers, making you and your boyfriend laugh when they started to chase each other and licking their own paws, enjoying the sweetness of the strawberries.

After the fun, you let the paintings dry and coated them with a thick layer of hairspray, both not in the mood for flies to be attracted to your new artwork. Hyunjin started to whine eventually that night, because he was in the mood for something, but since the both of you had used your fruit for art, you were out of it. Hyunjin whined some more and tried to drag you off the couch to make you join him on his quest to get some snacks from the convenience store. “Can’t you go by yourself?” You groaned as you hugged the couch for dear life as your boyfriend kept trying to drag you off it. “I don’t want to go by myself.” He whined. “You big baby.” “Yes I am, only for you and I don’t want to be alone, so can you just get your butt off the couch and come with me so we can get over this.” “Ugh, alright, but you owe me one.” You slowly got up, making Hyunjin groan this time. “Stop being such a slug and get moving woman!” He picked you up, making you squeal as he walked the both of you towards the door.

“Wait! I don’t have my shoes on!” You yelled, almost cutely, making him chuckle. He picked up a random pair of yours and grabbed your coat and threw it over you whilst still holding you, making you scoff in disbelief.

An hour or two later, the two of you had finally returned home from your little adventure. Hyunjin almost sold out the entire store, he had bought so much. You were just staring at him in disbelief and shock as he rushed around with his basket, filled until the brim with snacks and drinks.

You got even more embarrassed when you ran into some ‘fans’. The pair of you loved making pictures of each other and having little photoshoots, since the you two are just breath taking. And the people on the internet seemed to love it as well. You had almost a couple million people who followed the two of you. They found your relationship adorable and your looks of course more than pleasant. The three girls who squealed when they saw the two of you bickering away, caught your attention. And when they stared to compliment you, you began to hide your face into your boyfriend’s chest, making them squeal all over again. Even though the two of you looked like a mess, you still agreed to take a picture with them after they asked.

Now after that lovely late-night adventure, the two of you had changed into your matching pyjamas and both stuffed full with whatever Hyunjin had bought the two of you, both laying on the couch whilst listening to R&B love songs together.

Later, he suddenly grabbed your hand and raised you on your feet. He had pulled you close to his chest as he suddenly started moving slowly to the beat. You laughed warmly at his action and out of instinct, wrapped your arms around his neck whilst looking at him adoringly. He twirled you around, receiving a pile of giggles from you. You spun back into his arm and you held his cheeks into your smaller hands. He leaned down with a smile as he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

Even the dogs seemed to join in after a while, but in reality, they were chasing your colourful socks, trying to munch on them.

“What?” He asked you as he caught you staring at him. “I just love you so much.” “I love you too baby.” He chuckles, whilst shaking his head. “Don’t laugh at me and just kiss me you fool.” You whined before pulling him close again.

The next morning, you woke up early. Which you usually did compared to your boyfriend, since he was such a heavy sleeper. You could throw him off your bed and he would still sleep through it. When you were buying gifts for Hyunjin the other day, you found a mistletoe and went to bought it. You were trying to hang it up above the doorframe until your boyfriend walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he spoke to you with a yawn. “What are you doing?” He asked, holding your waist protectively to make sure you didn’t fall off the chair you were standing on. “What do you think I’m doing?” You ask in responds. “Hanging up a ceiling booger.” He smiled sheepishly, making you laugh loudly and almost losing your balance.

He picked you up and put you back on the floor, since the branch was hung above the both of you. “You really don’t know what that is?” You asked him in disbelief. “No, what is that ceiling booger thing.” “Guess you fricking moron.” “I don’t know! A booger-“ “A mistletoe you dumbass!” You laughed, making him crumble into a ball of embarrassment.

You immediately exposed him on Instagram, filming him whilst laughing. “I’m dating the dumbest boy in the entire world. He didn’t know what I was putting up, which was a mistletoe. Now tell them what you called it.” “A ceiling booger-“ “A ceiling booger!” You yelled. “Let me die of embarrassment in peace woman!” Hyunjin groans as he clings onto you. “Never!” “Well, you’re always needy for these lips-“ “And that’s enough internet for today! Merry Christmas everyone!” You yelled, turning the camera to you before switching it off.

“You’re so stupid, I love you.” You giggled as Hyunjin was still curved into a ball. “I love you too.” He muttered, whilst still pouting. “Want to take a nap? Our parents are coming back later this afternoon-“ “Yes-“

Once again, you woke up earlier than your boyfriend, a couple hours later. You noticed the sunlight shining through the curtains. Sliding off the couch and out of your boyfriend’s  grip you went to open the blinds, planning on annoying your boyfriend. Instead, you squealed loudly in excitement, almost scaring the dogs awake when you saw the thick layer of white snow resting on the city. Running to your boyfriend you almost crashed on top of him, your fluffy socks were slippery than you thought. “Babe-“ “There’s snow outside! Get up! I want to go outside!” You groaned as you tried to get your tall ass boyfriend off the couch.

“Let me wake up-“ “No time! You can wake up in the snow!” You stopped trying to get him up, instead you were hopping around, gathering your stuff whilst trying to put on your snow boots. “Baby, be careful you will hurt yourself.” He laughed tiredly whilst stretching his limbs.

Before he knew it, he was standing outside shivering his butt off. In the meantime you were running around after the dogs whilst making patterns in the snow. Hyunjin smiled to himself as he watched the scene happening in front of his eyes. He saw the two pups running after each other and tripping over their own feet, making both of them end up with their snout in the cold snow. He took out his phone and recorded your cuteness, also contemplating with himself if he should post this online, or to keep this all to himself.

In the end he kept it for himself, since he loved being the only one able to see this soft and sweet side of yours. Sooner enough, he was dragged, for the umpteenth time this morning, and was forced to make snow angels and a snow-couple plus two tiny snow-dogs with you. “Baby, your clothes are soaking wet, let’s go inside before you catch yourself a cold.” Hyunjin groans worried as you were whining to stay outside. “We can come back later you know? Besides, our parents will come home later and the place is a literal mess. I also don’t feel like dying on Christmas day, murdered by my parents for turning the place upside down, so get your cute butt back inside and let’s clean!” Now it was your turn to be dragged, the small dogs following the two of you behind.

And so, the two of you started to clean the mess that you called his apartment. You had compromised that you would clean the kitchen and the living room and that he would take the bedroom and the bathroom. When you were finished you were wondering how your boyfriend was doing so you went to check up on in. You got suspicious when it was awfully quiet. After swinging open the bedroom door you let out a chuckle in disbelief. Here he was, passed out on his bed, a cloth over his face as he laid there.

You wanted to wake him up, but nothing seemed to work. You smirked to yourself after removing the cloth off his face to reveal his puffy cheeks. Blowing raspberry kisses on his cheeks, caused a loud funny noise and before you knew it you were pulled down on top of Hyunjin whilst laughing. “Who told you, you could sleep?” You pouted whilst slapping his arm playfully.

The pair of you would get you would get up and clean the last bits of the apartment, before the two of you went grocery shopping. It was so busy and you two regretted not doing it earlier this week. An elder couple smiled warmly at the both of you when she heard you sing along to the Christmas songs in the middle of the store. The two of you were minding your own business, having a little sing-off in the snack isle, when you heard a sudden applause. “I remember my husband and I being this young and crazy. Just enjoying life and each other. Bless your hearts and may you have a great holiday.” She smiled, her sweet words touching both of your hearts.

When they had left, the two of you shot each other a look and cringed in embarrassment, before quickly leaving the store after gathering everything. Trying to avoid another confrontation from another witness.

“I want it.” “Excuse me- you want what now baby?” He smirked. “Don’t be stupid, I want that.” You said whilst nodding towards the cookie, which you made earlier this week, that your boyfriend was holding. “Uhm, no I picked it up first.” “So, I did all the work I deserve that-“ “You didn’t let me do anything-“ “Because I don’t trust your so-called ‘cooking skills’.” You laughed before trying to snatch the cookie out of his hand.

“Nice try baby, but at least be fair about it.” He said with a smug smile. “And what did you had in mind?” You asked, whilst crossing your arms and staring at him. “Rock, paper, scissors, the winner gets the cookie.” And so, a thirty-minute battle of rock, paper, scissors went on between you and your boyfriend, but still ending up in a tie no matter what.

“This is ridiculous! Let’s do something else-“ “Aegyo battle!” Hyunjin screamed. “Well, that’s something I never thought I’d hear coming out of your mouth.” You laughed in surprise. “Are you in or not? Winner gets the cookie.” “Can’t we-“

You were cut off by an ‘cute’ act of Hyunjin, making you almost scoff in disgust. You shot one right back at him and you could see the change in his eyes from amusement to agony. Or well, sort off. He loved it when you acted cute for him, every now and then, but this time one of the most delicious cookies in the entire world was on the line.

And so the battles went on. In the end you had defeated your boyfriend. “You’re my man. My sweet talented man who I love so much. No this much! No this much!” You said whilst spreading your arms and hugging him afterwards. He started to squeal and pushed the cookie in your mouth, making you groan.

He pouted as he turned his gaze away from you. He really wanted that cookie. “Here.” You said as you broke off half of it and handed it to him. “Wait-“ “If you would’ve listened to me earlier, you would’ve heard me say that we could’ve just split the thing and enjoy it together. Instead of going through all this effort on winning with these dumb battles.” “But you enjoyed them though.” He muffled with a mouth full of cookie, making you shake your head whilst smiling. “Idiot.” “What?” “Nothing baby.”

“Oh my God, I’m an idiot.” Hyunjin whispered to himself as he stared at the cookie jar in front of him. “You’re telling me, that you’ve hidden a full jar of cookies from me?” You asked in disbelief as you stared down at your boyfriend. “I- no!” He stuttered. “Yes you did! Those are so mine now!” You say snatching the jar from him, putting a cookie half-way into your mouth whilst doing a little dance to tease him.

He just smirked and swiftly stepped closer to you and leaned in, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. He bit the other half off, causing your heart to flutter. He would laugh at your flustered state and mock your little dance from earlier. “You can’t just do that! My poor heart!” “You asked for it.” He smirked. “How can my heart handle your handsomeness-“ “Woman look what you’re doing to my heart!” He groaned back whilst the both of you clutched your chests dramatically.

“By the way, do you want to open the present later, or right now?” Your boyfriend asked, after he had caught his breath. “Let’s do it now, our family will be back later and I want some time for ourselves.” You responded. “You said that as if we didn’t had any alone time these past days.” He laughed, before he walked off to gather all the presents.

You two sat across from each other as you opened the presents you had bought for one another. Hyunjin loved the blouse, the necklace and the matching collar you had bought for him and Kkami. To top that you had bought him a new game for his Nintendo Switch, that the two of you would probably play later that night.

Hyunjin was excited to see you opening your presents. He had bought you a nice big and warm hoodie, one with a bit of poof in the sleeves and you loved it. He had also bought you a small bow for your dog that matched the cute hoodie. You immediately went to your pup and squealed at how cute Nana looked. “And we always save the best for last.” He said as he pulled out a velvet box. You had a heart attack when you opened your eyes when he cued you could, the fabric of the box giving you a little hint on what it could be. “Oh my God, for a second I thought you were going to propose.” You muttered flustered, making him laugh as well. “Soon baby, soon.” He muttered back before pressing a kiss on your cheek. “What-“ “Just open the box woman!” He groans, making you jump in surprise and open the box, causing you to gasp.

It was a beautiful ring that was hung on a necklace chain, which matched the ring necklace your boyfriend always wore. “Read the letter baby.” He whispered.

‘Hi baby, It’s been a while since we got together. These past years have been the greatest years of my life. I can’t thank the universe enough for letting us meet and setting us up. You are truly the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re an actual gift- no blessing from above and I sometimes can’t believe that you’re mine. I love you so much baby, with this ring I will promise you to exchange that to an actual diamond engagement ring one day. For now let’s match together and be happy. I love you so much. Merry Christmas my love.

I love you.

Sincerely,

Your loving boyfriend Hyunjin.’

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at the end of the letter and you threw yourself into Hyunjin’s arms who was also an emotional wreck. “I love you!” “I love you too!”

Hours went by and your parents had already texted you that they would be on their way back. To kill time you and your boyfriend had decided to check out that new game you had bought him. And the both of you being dramatic as usual, it ended up in a chaotic, and playful, screaming match. “What are you doing! Hey! Watch out! You’re going to get us both killed-“ Hyunjin was cut off by Nana who was barking loudly at him, setting her two paws on his foot to say ‘Stop yelling at my mom!’ Causing you to laugh.

“She’s got my back honey.” You giggled before returning your attention to the game. In the middle of the game, when the both of you started to grow a little tired of it after playing for a long time, you felt cold. “Did you turn on the heater?” You asked Hyunjin who just stared blankly in front of him. “Oh my God, I really am dating a dumbass.” You laughed as you got up to check it out for yourself. “No wonder we were freezing our asses off! You never turned it on?” You asked, still in disbelief of his stupidity.

“Well, I was excited for Christmas and I forgot-“ “Nonsense, you’re just dumb-“ “No need to hurt me woman!” He groans dramatically. “I’ll make us some tea, go get the blankets. It will take some time to heat up the entire apartment.”

You would be cuddled under a blanket with hot tea in your hands as you sat on the couch, dogs laying comfortably in between the space of you two.

“I’m so glad our parents are coming back today, I really want to go out and eat some nice food with all of us.” He mutters as he had rested his head on your shoulder. “So, you’re saying that I don’t cook well-“ “Don’t do that. You know what I meant. Stop playing.” He groans as he shuts you up with a kiss pressed onto your lips, causing you to hide your face in his chest. He laughed loudly before hugging you and pressing yet another kiss on top of your head.

“Hyunjin?” “Hmm?” He responded. “We got to walk the dogs.” “It’s cold.” He whined as he looked outside to see that it was snowing yet again. “I know, but we better do it now so we can return back to our cosy warm blankets.” You would make your way through the park, hand in hand as you had both of your dogs on a leash. Suddenly, and to this day you still have no idea what overcame your dogs, but they started to run around like crazy. “What- Nana calm down!” You yelled as she ran around you and Hyunjin. Kkami copying her actions, causing you and Hyunjin to end up tied and their movements made the two of you fall into the snow together. “Did we just get pranked by our dogs?” You laughed in disbelief as you hugged your covered-in-snow-boyfriend. “I believe so.” He laughed as well as he tried to untie you. “I guess we got to get back and get a hot shower then, cause that blanket isn’t warm enough for this crap.” You whined.

Not long after returning home, you had hopped into the shower. And when you were done you put on one of Hyunjin’s sweaters, instead of the new one he had bought you. You really wanted to safe that one another time, especially since the both of you were getting dressed up to go out tonight.

Hyunjin gasped loudly and dramatically when he saw you walk in with his hoodie on, as if he had never seen you in his clothes before. It was just one of the few things that had him smitten for you. He wanted to rush over to you, to hug you. And expecting you to hug him, instead he got you dodging away from him and squealing. “I just got warm.” You whined once again. “And I’m freezing still. And you just happened to look awfully comfortable and warm. Just let met hug you-“ “No!” “C’mon! Just a little hug!” He teased, whilst running after you. “No! Get away from me you cold demon!” You squealed as you tried to dodge him still as you ran around the couch.

For a moment, the two of you were staring each other in the eye and he suddenly smirked at you, causing you to gulp loudly. He jumped over the couch and tackled you to the ground. “No! Defeat!” You yelled, before bursting into laughter, which turned into squealing not much later when Hyunjin pressed lots of kisses onto your skin.

And yet again, the two of you fell asleep. This time you laying on top of him. There’s a reason why people call you the ‘dream couple’. But Hyunjin would try and convince you that it was scientifically proven that napping together strengthened the bond of someone’s relationship. And to your surprise it actually was an article, so you just went on and lived by science’s words.

You two were still asleep when your parents walked back into the apartment. They awed when they saw the four of you, including the dogs, sleeping. Hyunjin’s mother couldn’t help but snap a couple of pictures of the young couple. “Aren’t they sweet together?” “They are, aren’t they.” The mothers cooed. “My baby girl is all grown up.” Your father whispered dramatically, receiving a slap on his chest from his wife as he ‘pinked’ away his ‘tears’.

“Maybe we should go on vacations more often, they seem to have handled this quite well.” “We should. And I think they would love to have some more alone time at home.” “No, not Y/n she loves us. My little princess would never-“ “Honey stop it.” Your mother laughed at your father’s drama act.

“Can you guys be quiet, she’s sleeping.” Hyunjin whispered, causing the four parents to jump in surprise. “Gosh, you’re awake. How was it honey?” His mother whispered as she went to kiss her son’s forehead. “It was great mom, I got to have a taste on what it was sort of like to live with her. I really am looking forward to us living together. I love spending time with her, or being around her in general. And I really am not just saying that because her parents are right there. I genuinely love your daughter and I hope to spend the rest of my life with her. And no, I didn’t propose, even though this may sounds like I did. But I did promise her that I would exchange the promise ring into an engagement ring one day.” Hyunjin whispered as he looked down at you adoringly.

“We would be happy to have you in the family Hyunjin. You already got our blessing.” Your father responded, causing Hyunjin to smile happily. “I promise to take good care of her.” “We know you will.”

He looked back down to you and sneakily pressed a kiss onto your hair. Christmas with his family, his dog, your dog and of course you were the best. Knowing that he got your parents’ blessing, his day couldn’t get any better.

He for sure now knew what he would get you next year.

Gif isn’t mine.

I hope you guys liked it!

[vernonfielding]

You feel brave little cub-cub

Welcome to my totally self-indulgent, insane and ridiculous Season 7 Countdown Project! For the month of January, I’m planning to post one missing scene fic a day. Yes, that’s 31 stories. I don’t know what possessed me to do this, except it seemed like a fun idea? And I like absurd challenges?

Anyway, on to the first fic! Only 30 more to go!

Summary: Amy and Jake decide to finish the Worst Date Ever after ending their stakeout and catching the bad guys. Takes place during The Bet. (Read on AO3.)

It’s well after 11 by the time they make it back to the precinct and hand their perps off to processing, and Amy is that particular kind of late-night punchy that comes from lack of sleep, physical and mental fatigue and the rush of having just made two arrests that weren’t even on her radar a few hours ago.

So that’s why she turns to Jake and says, “You have 38 minutes left on your date. Where are we going next?”

Jake just stares at her all agog and says, dumbly, “What now?”

Amy glances at her watch and snickers, then shoves it up in Jake’s face. “Thirty-seven minutes now, loser. Look, I just want to make sure we finish this thing so you’re not holding it over my head forever that I bailed early.”

That’s not entirely true – in that, it’s not her reasoning, though now that she thinks about it, that would be such a Jake move. The thing is, she can’t deny, at least to herself, that she kind of wants to see where else this worst-date-ever will go. She’s not quite ready for the night to end.

Jake’s eyes go wide and he nods slowly. She can practically see the gears spinning in his head. She’s sure he’s running over his horrible schedule of events for the night, and his mouth curls up in a look that Amy can only identify as glee. The look gives her a moment of doubt and she takes a half-step back, but Jake’s hands are up, catching her by the elbows.

His eyes are sparkling, his whole face is glowing, and Amy takes in a shuddery breath.

“Come with me,” he says, and wrenches her toward the elevator.

+++

He doesn’t make her put on the dress again, which, thank God. He refuses to even entertain her questions on the 10-minute drive to their next – and final, she presumes – stop for the night: a brick-faced walkup in Bedford. Jake parks in a passenger drop-off zone right in front and rings up at the lobby door and gives his name when a man answers. They’re buzzed in right away.  Amy shivers in the blast of heat when they walk inside.

Jake takes them up a flight of stairs and down a beige-painted hallway, and he knocks on a door at the end, three sharp raps with his knuckles. He gives her an exaggerated wink and the very definition of a beaming grin, so big and joyful Amy doesn’t even try to fight her own in response.

The door cracks open and bald man with more face piercings than Amy can count says, “Quick, inside.” He shoves the door closed behind them and turns about 18 locks.

“Jake-”

“I know, so cool, right?”

“This is so not cool,” Amy hisses at him.

The apartment is empty aside from a single beat-up couch pushed against the half wall beneath the kitchen counter. The walls are covered in disturbing scratches and gouges and what Amy’s pretty sure are patches of old dried blood. The bald man has disappeared.

“If you brought me to a murder apartment for a date, I will kill you.” Amy says, eyeing the majorly locked front door and wondering if there are any other exits. Jake turns and beams at her again and Amy adds, “I am serious, Peralta.”

Then a door back beyond the kitchen swings open and the bald man walks toward them, and in one hand he’s holding a leash. And at the end of the leash-

“Oh my God. Is that-” She cuts herself off, blinking fast as the room takes on a surreal, shimmery quality.

“Yes, Amy Santiago,” Jake says, going down on his knees to greet the approaching animal. “That is a tiger cub.”

+++

“This can’t be legal,” Amy says, for like the fifth time. The tiger cub is curled up in her lap and purring while Jake feeds it from a bottle. It’s seriously the most adorable thing she’s seen in her life, and she has a lot of pretty cute nieces and nephews.

“Yeah, I rented it on the darknet,” Jake says.

He coos at the cub and it blinks its eyes open lazily and rests one fuzzy paw on Jake’s hand holding the bottle. Amy melts.

She’s stroking the tiger’s back, scritching her fingers through its so-soft fur. After eating, the bald-headed handler says, watching them from the kitchen as he sips at a beer, the tiger will want to play for awhile.

They spend two hours with the cub, whom Jake names Goliath (Bald Man is weirdly secretive about the tiger’s real name). Amy rolls around with it on the carpet that smells like stale cigarettes, and Jake rocks it in his arms like a baby, and they both end up with shallow scratches all up and down their arms and tiger saliva in their hair. The tiger makes these grunting, labored crying sounds when it plays, something between a cat’s meow and a baby’s whimper, and Amy knows she’s going to be looking up tiger cub videos on YouTube the next day just to hear it again.

When the bald man finally says their time is up, and lifts the snoozing cub out of Amy’s hands by pinching it at the back of the neck like a mother would (Amy supposes – another thing she’s going to have to look up), it’s hours past the end of their date. Amy’s knees pop as she stands, and Jake stretches his arms up over his head and bends side to side, groaning at the pull of muscles.

He gives her a soft, guarded smile before leading the way out of the apartment and back to the car.

They don’t talk at first, and Jake weirdly doesn’t touch the radio, just lets it play whatever station he had it on before. Some pop song Amy doesn’t recognize crackles over the cheap speakers.

“That was amazing,” she says, as Jake merges into the late-night traffic on Myrtle. He’s looking in the rearview mirror, but she catches his gaze flirt over to her.

“Yeah, it kind of was,” Jake says, voice gone thoughtful, like he’s surprised even himself.

“And seriously illegal,” Amy adds.

“Oh, so illegal.”

They both laugh, and the silence that follows is gentle and easy.

Jake flicks the radio to something she still doesn’t recognize and Amy stares out the passenger window, at the red and orange lights bouncing off rain-slicked streets. She’s thinking that she’s glad she’s not allergic to cats. And that she hopes Bald Man takes good care of that tiger cub (and also that she should definitely report him to animal control in the morning).

And she’s also thinking that this worst-date-ever has been one of the better dates of her life.

“Why a tiger cub?” she says as Jake turns onto her street.

Jake doesn’t answer right away, just pulls next to a fire hydrant right in front of her building. Both his hands are on the steering wheel, thumbs tapping some rhythmless beat.

Finally he shrugs. “I guess I was just inspired.”

“Inspired,” Amy repeats, and he looks at her and nods.

The air in his car has gone charged, and Amy swallows hard.

“By me,” she says.

Jake’s face goes flushed with surprise and it takes her a moment to realize he’s flustered, and he says quickly, “No, what? No. By the bet. I was inspired by the bet, Santiago.”

“Okay,” Amy says, hands up. She thinks maybe she should feel offended but she’s not. “Well- thank you. I mean, for not making tonight too horrible.”

“Oh trust me, I had so much more terrible stuff planned, but-” He stops and lifts his hands in defeat. “Crime’s gotta come first.”

“I think you might want to reconsider that phrasing, but sure,” Amy says with a chuckle.

She reaches for the handle and pushes the door open with her shoulder, because it always gets stuck. She’s halfway out when she feels Jake’s hand on her upper arm and she turns back to him.

“Thanks for being a good sport,” he says. He’s leaning across the seats toward her, and his face is in shadow.

Amy shrugs. “You won.”

“I guess I did,” Jake says.

He lets go of her arm with a goodnight, and he stays idling at the curb until after Amy’s closed the lobby door behind her.

End Notes:

The FANTASTIC @fezzle is taking on the absurdly large job of beta-ing all of these stories. She also totally supported my craziness in planning this thing and gave me prompts and didn’t laugh at my planning spreadsheet even once. I love her so.

The rules of my countdown project are: All fics must be canon-compliant missing scenes, and at least 1,000 words.

Jake/Amy fics will dominate, but I’m deliberately diversifying. All of the main characters will have at least one POV fic. And several secondary/one-off characters will get POV fics too.

The titles will all come from The Lonely Island’s Unauthorized Bash Brothers Experience. This...works shockingly well. The title for this fic is from Let’s Bash (and specifically Andy’s amazing baseball teams frap).

Look, do we know that Jake and Amy hung out with a tiger cub at the end of their date? We do not. But do we know that they didn’t? WE DO NOT.

I will happily take prompts!! Seriously, please send me prompts. If there’s ever been a missing scene you’re dying to read, now’s the time to request it. Or you can really challenge me and give me something super weird (just, no Cheddar or Sgt. Peanut Butter POV). My asks are wide open!