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[lesbiamano]

worlds most miserable people ever, shocked when others don't like hanging out with their miserable asses !

[miss-choi-park]

Sin never tasted so...

Chapter 3 - Grand me a wish~

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

Previous Chapter

[...] I didn't have the heart to look at my mother for long after what I did yesterday. I knew it was wrong...why didn't I end things right away?! I took a deep breath before rolling onto my back. Should I blame it on the alcohol that had knocked out my senses yesterday, or...what else?

I ignored the fact that I wasn't even fully drunk yesterday.

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: rough language, they kinda hate each other

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

As my mother had told me, I got up around one o'clock to get something for lunch. As if I were a felon on the run, I made my way through the hotel. If I’ll spot even the slightest trace of Yeonjun, I would do a 180° turn and barricade myself in my hotel room again.

Luckily only a few hotel guests were there for lunch. I poured some beef soup into a bowl and sat at the farthest table in the dining area. As if rushed, I slurped down my soup at the speed of light and made my way back to my room.

Man, now Yeonjun is really ruining my whole vacation.

I decided to take a short walk to clear my mind. At least the sun was shining. So why not enjoy it?

But I noticed something in my room that I didn't like at all.

Where was my ski jacket?

"Shit!" I swore out loud when I searched everywhere. Really everywhere...under the bed, inside my closet…even in the bathroom.

I was still wearing it last night...so it could only be in one place.

I collapsed onto my bed.

"Damn Sumi, you really are the stupidest person in the world!" I growled as I crossed my arms over my eyes. I imagined 500 different ways I would get my jacket out of Yeonjun's hotel room.

Burglary and theft were certainly among the possibilities I considered.

Defeated, I took a breath and hung my head.

Unfortunately, the smartest option was also the one I hated the most. But in order not to attract too much attention, this was the best thing to do.

*

Oh please, dear God, let him be nice today! I prayed when I finally arrived at Yeonjun's door.

Hopefully he was there, too.

I hesitantly raised my hand and slowly formed it into a fist to knock on the door, but before that I stopped and bit my bottom lip.

This option was really some shit…

Come on Sumi! The longer you stand here, the more noticeable it is to other hotel visitors who may come this way.

So I slowly knocked on the door decorated with the golden number 54.

Then I waited. Probably not for long, but it felt like hours before I heard noises behind the door.

The last spark of hope that Yeonjun wasn't there vanished into thin air when the door opened and Yeonjun appeared behind it, my heart stopped.

He seemed surprised for a moment before his face relaxed and he leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded.

"Well who do we have here?" He asked and a chill ran down my spine.

His hair, which he usually wore in a middle part, was combed into a thick pony. The black and white college jacket with the white T-shirt and big, dark gray jeans gave the impression that he was about to go somewhere.

"Ski jacket…" I murmured, barely audible, and his eyebrows disappeared into his thick bangs.

"What?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.

"I forgot my ski jacket, okay?!" I growled clearly at him now.

The corners of Yeonjuns mouth turned up.

"Why should I have your jacket?"

Oh...my prayers were not answered…

"I really don't want to argue now! Just give me my jacket and we can finally go our separate ways again." I said annoyed and also crossed my arms.

"What if I don't give it to you?" He asked and set off a fire in me, unfortunately not a good fire like yesterday.

Without thinking about it any further, I walked past Yeonjun and into the room from which I had so hastily fled yesterday.

"Hey potato! I didn't allow you to do that!" Yeonjun protested behind me as I frantically searched the room for my beige ski jacket. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. I discovered the jacket on the foot of the large bed.

Suddenly there was a loud bang that shook the pictures on the wall.

I jumped and spun around.

Yeonjun came towards me with a quick step. The look in his eyes scared me. I stumbled backwards, felt the mattress in the back of my knees and fell over, straight onto the bed and my ski jacket.

Yeonjun stopped in front of me, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked down at me.

"I wasn’t done with you yesterday. Why did you leave and come back now with no allowance at all!?" He asked without two seconds passing. His tone sounded more than angry. I had to swallow.

"Answer!" He ordered and that was my signal to disappear. I grabbed my ski jacket, stood up, passed Yeonjun and ran towards the exit.

Unfortunately I didn't get far because Yeonjun grabbed the back of my sweater and pulled me back so hard that my back slammed into his chest.

"Oh no! Now I'm definitely not letting you go so easily!" He growled in my ear and my body began to release adrenaline.

"Yeonjun, stop it! Let me go!" I said and tried to free myself from his grip. But Yeonjuns arms found their way around my stomach.

"I'll let you go if you promise to stay here for three minutes." He whispered in my ear. His voice was softer now, which actually calmed me down a bit.

"I won't do anything to you. I just want to talk for a moment!" he explained.

"Your 'talking' is always pretty annoying for me." I replied and I could practically hear his eye roll.

"Are you staying now?" He asked and I swallowed again.

Why should I stay? I actually wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, to feel myself between his arms now…was the opposite of what I came here for.

"Just three minutes." Yeonjun said again.

"One minute!"

"Two!

"OK fine!"

Yeonjun immediately pulled away from me and I actually struggled with the idea of running away, now that he freed me.

"You regret it, don't you?" I heard him say, breaking my thoughts of running away.

Instead I turned to him.

I couldn't really look him in the eyes, which drew my attention to the 'Y' printed on his jacket.

"I actually play with the thought of leaving now!" I admitted and finally looked him in the eyes. Yeonjun looked a bit confused, before my gaze found its way back to the 'Y' on his jacket: "Not now. I was talking about yesterday.”

Oh…he meant that…

"Well…yes of course…" I said honestly. Then silence.

Longer than expected and just when I wanted to look up at him to see his expression, a hand cupped my chin and pulled my head up.

"Why?" Yeonjun then asked. His grip was a little too tight on my jaw.

"You know why!"

Yeonjun studied my face.

"Explain it to me!"

My eyes widened.

"We...we hate each other."

Yeonjuns eyes darkened slightly as his hand fell from me.

"Hm." Was the only thing he gave as a response.

Then silence again. I couldn't read the expression on his face.

"Didn't seem to be the case yesterday...well, before you stormed out of my room." He pointed out.

Okay, I had to give him that point. He was actually right. I did liked it yesterday…but that doesn't matter now - that'll never ever be the matter anymore.

"It seemed pretty consensual." He continued talking and I bit my lower lip.

"I..."

"Or do you want to accuse me of rape now too?"

"No!"

Yeonjuns eyes widened a bit and I had to exhale in defeat.

“Man damn it! That was once in a lifetime! ONCE! I don't want to talk about it anymore and yes, I would prefer it if it hadn't happened...but now we both have to live with it and I would be very grateful if we pretended it never happened!" I explained, turned around and went towards the exit. I was no longer willing to continue this conversation.

"I'm sorry!" Yeonjun called after me and I froze.

Had I misheard? The fact that he even knew those words was completely alien to me. I turned back on the spot. Yeonjun was still standing where I had left him.

His eyebrows were drawn together and to be honest he looked distressed.

"I'm sorry...I didn't…I didn't mean to hurt you. How was I supposed to know that you were a virgin?" He sat onto the bed and sank his head into his hands. "I...to be honest, I feel at least as shitty as you do."

I was surprised to hear not a hint of sarcasm or spott in his words.

"I feel responsible." He murmured, lifting his head again to make sure I was still there.

"Responsible?" I asked and he shrugged.

"I don't want to pretend it never happened.", He said and I couldn't breathe, "You can continue to turn away from me and if you want I will do the same, but I can't forget it." He said and I was stunned. Since when did Yeonjun talk to me like that?

"Okay, who are you and what did you do with Yeonjun?" I asked which got a small smile from his side.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, looking directly at me as if I were the only thing in this room or in this world.

"I..." yes, what did I actually want? I want to get out of this room?-yes

But what would happen after that?

"I don't know..." I admitted and Yeonjun smiled at me again.

"Me neither." He admitted.

That was the end of our conversation. What would happen was unclear as I closed the door behind me. But one thing was certain...I…honestly couldn't forget it either.

*

The days rushed past me, luckily without giving Yeonjun a second thought. I breathed in the clear air on the slopes. Firmly attached to my skis with the two ski poles I had planted deep in the snow next to me, I watched the crowd of children who seemed to be learning how to ski.

Today it was cloudy but a little warmer than the previous days. It was my last day here and I enjoyed the slopes one last time. My parents had decided to only ski with me for two hours until they retreated to the hotel sauna half an hour ago.

So I was alone, but happy with the time to myself.

I've been thinking so much over the last few days that I've barely been able to switch off. The resulting headaches weren't exactly nice either.

I waited until the children were about halfway down the slope to have a clear path and then somehow cheated my way past them.

"Frozen?" I heard someone behind me. I couldn't place the voice through the helmet I was wearing, so I turned around.

A person, also on skis, wearing a helmet, ski goggles and an additional cloth over his nose and mouth made it difficult for me to decipher who was slithering towards me. But the silver ski jacket looked familiar...very familiar.

The person put the ski goggles on the helmet and I immediately recognized the eyes looking at me.

Yeonjun.

I turned around again.

"Are you still ignoring me?" He asked as he came to a stop next to me.

Ignoring was an understatement. I had been hiding from him for the last tow days.

"It ignored you before, too." I replied without taking my eyes off the children who had completed the quarter piste.

"That's not wrong…" he said. His voice had that teasing tone again.

His statement caught my eye.

"Fancy a race, potato?" he asked, looking down the slope again.

"Are you crazy? There are kids on the slope."

"Then we'll wait until they get down."

His gaze came back to me.

"It's still dangerous." I murmured and I could see his smile even behind the cloth covering his mouth.

"Oh come on, it's a green slope...even the kids can do it!" He objected and I looked back down the slope.

He was right ...I skied down this slope for perhaps the tenth time today because you didn't have to put in much effort and you could just enjoy the wind in your face.

I bet I could beat him.

"What if I win?" I asked and Yeonjun's eyes flashed, before sticking his ski poles deep into the snow and adjusting his gloves.

"You will not!"

"What if I do? I bet you'll lose."

"What do you want?" Yeonjun asked, his eyes moving back to me.

Hmm...there is something...but why should I tell him now?

"I'll tell you if you lose!"

"Oh! Where does this self-confidence come from?"

I stopped paying attention to him as I looked at the children who had almost made it to the end.

"What if I win? Then will you do everything I say?"

"That won't happen because I'll win..." Without waiting for his answer, I pushed myself away with the ski poles, immediately when the children cleared the slopes.

"Hey! This is cheating!!!" Yeonjun called after me, as I repeatedly rammed my ski poles into the snow and pushed off to gain the speed I needed to make myself small and air dynamic.

The slope was almost vertical...so why curve? I would never win like that.

Once I had the speed I wanted, I tucked the poles under my armpits, bent my knees low and my upper body forward to be as streamlined as I could.

Unfortunately, I saw pretty quickly that someone was following me.

"Potato! You're playing pretty unfair!" I heard Yeonjun shout and I couldn't help but laugh, before I picked up my ski poles again to push off.

"Eat my snow!!" I called back, cutting his path so he had to brake.

Pretty risky, but I didn't mind at that moment!

Unfortunately, Yeonjun didn't slow down and appeared right next to me. I quickly streamlined myself again, but Yeonjun picked up speed faster than me.

"HAHA!!!", he triumphed when he was a whole ski's length in front of me, "Why so slow, potato?"

Damned! We were almost at the end of the slope!

I used my sticks again, but it didn't help. Yeonjun won by a ski length.

We both stopped so hard that the snow sprayed three meters away. As we stood, Yeonjun threw his arms in the air.

"Won! Won!" He exclaimed and I wanted to pour snow under his thick ski jacket.

Yeonjun tore his cloth from his mouth and his googles backup: “Now you have to grant me one wish!”

"I'm not a fairy godmother...I don't grant wishes...at least not before a rematch!"

"Oh come on, you started before me and still didn’t make it! What would it look like if we started a rematch at the same time?"

I crossed my arms and started to sulk.

"Asshole!"

Yeonjun laughed briefly: "So? Will the fairy godmother grant me a wish now?"

"I'm not a fairy!"

"Who else can do magic then? A witch?"

"That's even worse! God, just say what you want!"

Yeonjun smiled evilly and I got a little scared.

"You have to do everything." He reminded me and I swallowed.

Why did I get the idea that he wanted something sexual?

"Come with me!" Then he just said and drove off. I followed him hesitantly.

Such a dumb thing! He only won because he had more weight... simple physics... more mass... higher speed. Yeonjun and I left the slopes and went back to the hotel. The whole time I was begging him to tell me what he wanted...but he wouldn't say anything. As I got closer to the hotel in the middle of the day with Yeonjun, my fear that our parents would see us together grew.

Luckily, that didn't happen as Yeonjun led me to a brand new area of the hotel. It was the gym.

He led me further through sweaty men's and women's and exercise equipment, into a medium-sized mirrored room. Yeonjun turned on the light as if he had known the room his whole life.

A dance studio? God damn what didn't this hotel have?!

"Undress yourself!" Yeonjun suddenly said and I jumped.

I turned to him and saw him taking off his ski gear.

"You've been dancing for years, too right?" He asked and sat down after taking off his jacket, shoes and ski pants. The oversized gray and white sweater he wore actually looked like sports clothes.

How long had he been planning this?

"Yes why?" I asked as Yeonjun pulled out his phone and tapped on it.

"Take off your clothes and tell me what you can dance!" He asked me.

I was a bit perplexed. What exactly did he want?

However, my fingers slowly found their way to the zipper of my jacket.

"And?" He asked, slowly looking up from his display as I pulled out my jacket.

"Um...what exactly do you want from me now?" I asked and Yeonjun smiled, while I unzipped my ski pants.

"What do you think?" He asked, leaning back against one of the mirrors. The look on his face told me everything.

"You...want me to dance?" I asked.

Yeonjun closed his eyes with a self-absorbed grin.

"Mh...that's exactly what I want!" He said and I grimaced before taking off my ski pants.

"I'm sorry there's no pole here now...you pervert!" I protested.

"Why pervert...I just want to see what you can do."

"To jerk off later!"

"I beg you, that's how you see me?! I'm horrified!", The tone in his voice was amused, "So tell me! What can you do?"

Hmm, I wouldn't make it that easy for him!

"I want you to join in!"

Yeonjuns eyes widened, "Hey, that's my win! Why should I dance when I won?"

"Your wish is limited to one song! Then you dance!"

Yeonjun started laughing and shook his head at the same time: "Why, so you have something to satisfy yourself later?"

"Yeonjun!”

"What? You just said the exact same thing to me!"

I started to sulk.

"Okay, fine...you alone and then us together. I don't dance alone! This is my win! Deal?" He asked and I briefly considered his offer.

Better than nothing.

"Okay deal!" I replied and Yeonjun leaned forward again.

"Then finally tell me what kind of song you want!"

"Bumba ja - Black Pink."

Nothing came back, just a nod from him as he typed something on his phone. I used the time to take off my boots. I preferred dancing in socks anyway.

I never thought he would ask me to do something like that.

Suddenly loud music played, making me jump.

"Just the chorus, baby! Show me what you got!" Yeonjun shouted over the music, as I breathed heavily and turned my back to him.

"Do not call me Baby!" I called out before the chorus started.

I would even be able to dance the entire song, but he wants only the chorus? - then he gets only the chorus. I kinda was happy to just dance the chorus as it was quite irritating to dance in front of Yeonjun.

The chorus was over faster than expected and I turned to Yeonjun, who continued to play the song.

His gaze moved from the mirror where he had seen me from the front to me. He turned the volume down a little and leaned back.

"So! Satisfied?" I asked a little out of breath. Yeonjun looked at me for a while as if he was thinking.

Then he closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"No." He replied and I automatically crossed my arms over my chest.

"You know I won three dance competitions…I can't be that bad." I grumbled.

"That's not it at all." Yeonjun mumbled and finally stood up, "It was good... just not enough."

I raised an eyebrow as he walked over to me.

"Not enough?" I repeated him and Yeonjun stopped just a few centimeters in front of me. I had to crane my head quite a bit again to look into his eyes. An evil smile played on his lips: "You can choose another song. I want to see more!"

"More? We agreed that I would only dance one song!"

Yeonjuns eyes flew over my face until they stopped at the level of my lips. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth and I really hoped he wasn't thinking about anything dirty.

"I'll dance with you." He murmured and my breath caught in my throat as his eyes snapped back into mine.

"Ever danced with a man?" He asked, one of his hands resting on my hip. I winced slightly and leaned backwards a little, but otherwise remained standing.

"Do you want to do a couple dance?" I asked and Yeonjuns smile got a little bigger.

"Still hip hop.", He said and I raised an eyebrow again, "Can you do any hip-hop couple dances, or do we want to improvise?" He whispered and leaned forward a little to make up for the distance that had arisen between us.

I could do a dance...I had learned it...with my ex...that's how we got together, but who tells me that Yeonjun could do the dance too?

"I can do one." I admitted.

"What's the song's name?" He asked and leaned forward a little more.

"Do what it do." I remembered. Yeonjun seemed to think.

"Never heard of it." He mumbled and I had to giggle.

"Then you have to improvise." I muttered, finally able to free myself from my paralysis.

I ran to Yeonjun's phone on the floor next to his ski gear and knelt down.

"Let me hear it first." He asked and I took his phone. Since Spotify was still open, I entered the song into the search bar and immediately clicked on it.

"Hm! Listen to it!" I said before the song started.

Yeonjun listened to the melody while I sat down.

The song was...how could I describe it...pretty sexy?

My ex and I learned it because of a dance competition where a couple hip hop dance was required for admission. We decided on this song at the time to try out something new. A sexy couple dance.

The atmosphere that the song created was always electric and the thought occurred to me...that I wanted to try it out with Yeonjun. Was that a good idea?

Why did I choose this song? It could have simply been a couples dance that could be completed without much physical contact.

But knowing Yeonjun, there was no way out from here now anyway. I just tried to leave as much distance between him and me. He wouldn't know it was wrong.

Yeonjuns gaze returned to me. "Show me how you dance to it." He requested me and I turned the music down a little.

"No chance, mister! We said one danc-"

"I need to see how you dance to it so it looks consistent." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"You wanted to improvise."

"Yes, after I saw you, let's go!" He asked me and came to me. He sat down next to me and stretched his arm forward, to tell me to use the large space in front of us.

I cursed to myself, but strangely my body stood up on its own.

"You're an ass! Repeat the song and I'll show you!" I scolded, but Yeonjun just laughed and restarted the song.

I closed my eyes and took a breath. It had been ages since I last danced the song. But my body seemed to still remember the song as I just started dancing.

Meanwhile, I tried my best not to think about Yeonjun in my back. It was a bit complicated to dance without a partner, but I managed it somehow. Made a mistake...but covered it like a pro.

When I made the final move, I turned to Yeonjun.

He quickly noticed that I was finished and quieted down a bit.

"That...was pretty hot." he said. I grimaced at him.

"Then try to do an improv that’s just as good!" I asked him and Yeonjun immediately stood up.

"Let's go!" He said loudly and rewinded the song back to the beginning.

Then he came to me and I had to swallow.

Shit...is this really happening now?!

Then it really started.

I started dancing and saw in the mirror how Yeonjun started moving too. It wasn't long before I turned to him for the first time to put my hand on his shoulder...and 'dance' at him. In fact, this moment was neither embarrassing nor 'hot'. Yeonjun's look made me laugh. I laughed...I actually laughed, so much so that I had to stopp dancing and leaned over to let my laughter out freely.

"What is it?" Yeonjun asked shortly afterwards. His voice also audibly amused. Tears welled up in my eyes from laughter. I didn't really know why I was laughing...I just had to laugh.

"Sorry! I don't think I can do this with you." I admitted and then turned to Yeonjun, who also smiled widely at me. I wiped the tears from my eyes while Yeonjun went to the phone and turned the music down again.

"Why are you laughing?" Yeonjun then asked again when the music was quieter.

"I don't know either! I just have to laugh." I said, still giggling slightly.

Yeonjun shook his head in amusement and slammed his fists on his hips.

"Did you laugh like that with the person you learned this with, too?" He asked and my laughter stopped. For a moment there was silence between us, only the quiet sounds of R'n'B flooded the large room. Finally, Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. A silent question from him.

"No...I learned the dance...with my ex. That's how we got together back then." I explained and my eyes wandered to the floor.

Then silence again.

"Hmm." I finally heard Yeonjun hum and my eyes went back up.

I was a little shocked to see him so close to me.

"I wonder how you did it." He asked and I looked at him questioningly.

My look was probably enough to make my thoughts clear to him.

"I've danced with a few girls...I haven't gotten together with any of them."

"But ended up in bed with them."

Yeonjun laughed briefly: “What do you actually think of me?”

Both of his hands found my waist.

Everything in me tensed. His eyes were dark. I immediately put my hands on his and tried to push them away, but his grip only tightened.

"I wonder what you were doing during the song...certainly…not just dancing." He whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him over the quietly playing song.

"Yeonjun! What are you thinking again?!"

"I'm just thinking about what you guys did...without ever actually having sex."

I furrowed my brows: "Oh God! That's none of your business!"

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Sutures - Chapter Seven: Knotted

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): eavesdropping, angst, Yoongi kinda being a dick but not too bad lol

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The warm water ran down your skin and onto the tiled floor of the shower. It was odd having a shower where you could stretch your arms out wide in, you were used to small showers that barely allowed you to shave your legs without hitting your head. But, the shower at the dorm was huge and you couldn't help, but stay in for much longer than was needed, allowing the water to massage your shoulders. 

After finding out that all of South Korea (and probably beyond) knew your name and thought you cheated on Minki, you'd curled up on the seat of the car. If you hadn't let Eunji drag you to the bar that night, none of this ever would've happened. You never would've met Yoongi. 

Your heart pained when the thought crossed your mind. Never meeting Yoongi. Despite the fact, he seemed to be more trouble than he was worth, there was part of your heart that didn't want to let go of him. And, it was the part you knew you needed to suppress. 

You heard a soft knock on the door, barely audible over the sound of the water. You knew it was him before he even spoke, you weren't sure if it was due to the soulmates thing or if your heart truly was betraying you because as soon as you heard his voice, all the stress you held in your chest released. 

"Sumi? Is it all right if I come in?"

"Yeah," you said. You weren't overly worried about Yoongi catching sight of your naked body. There was enough steam on the shower doors to disguise you, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before. 

"We can do my--uh--date once you get out," he said. "It's nothing much, but I hope it's okay. I brought you some clothes."

"Thanks." 

"Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

"Tea." 

"Okay, when you're done just come to my studio. I've left you a note with the code." 

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You finished a few minutes later wrapping your hair up in a towel. You glanced down at the clothes he'd left for you, smiling when recognized them as pajamas with Shooky, his BT21 character on them. You smiled. 

You changed and braided your hair so that it would stay out of the way and would be easy to tend to the next morning before the flight to Japan. After washing your face, you reached into the pocket of the pajamas and pulled out the sticky note with the code to Yoongi's studio. 

Despite having been in his studio before, it felt odd entering the code yourself. You held your finger gingerly above the keypad and entered each number slowly, scared that if you messed up the code an alarm would go off. 

4...6...5...5...9...click!

The lock released and you heaved open the door surprised that it was so heavy. When you walked in, you found blankets on the couch and a laptop perched on the desk a couple feet from the desk. You smiled and sat down on the couch, crossing your legs, and pulling a blanket over yourself. 

Despite having been in the studio before, it seemed dirtier than before. Papers were scattered across his desk and a few coffee cups that escaped the trash. Ever since you had come together, it was obvious he wasn't getting as much work done, and that that was frustrating him. 

You also noticed the three framed photos near his main computer. One of him and the other members all wearing leis and posing in what you assumed as a Hawaiian airport. The other was of you presumed his family; his parents and what looked like an older brother. Yoongi was still a teenager in the picture and you couldn't help, but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looked with hair that stuck up and a face that wasn't quite adult yet. The third photo was that of a brown poodle puppy. 

You glanced down at the desk and noticed a photo peeking out from underneath a handful of papers. You pushed it aside and gasped when you saw that it was actually a print off of an email with a photo attachment. A photo of you and Yoongi from the alleyway. His arms around you and his mask down beneath his chin. From the angle, it looked as if he were kissing your forehead and you sighed, knowing Yoongi would probably not do such a thing in public, even if your relationship was completely real and straightforward. 

You noticed the email address came from the presumed photographer and your chest tied in knots as you hoped that meant Yoongi was trying to prevent the photo from being released. You heard the code being punched in and quickly shuffled the email back under papers and picked up the picture of Yoongi and his family and pretended to study it intensely. 

"Hey," he said, holding two mugs, making you curious as to how he opened the door in the first place. His eyes widened slightly when he saw you holding the framed photo. 

"Sorry," you said, placing the photo back on his desk. "Your family looks nice." 

Yoongi smiled. "They really want to meet you," he said. He handed you the hot mug of tea. "I didn't want to pressure you, especially since we're trying to sever this." 

"My parents have been the same," you said. "They're so happy about this whole soulmate thing. They didn't even care that you were an idol." 

"My parents were happy you were normal." 

You laughed. "Are we watching a movie?"

"Yeah," Yoongi said. "I have a couple things to finish up first if you don't mind. You can pick something while you wait, it should only be a few minutes." 

You nodded and started scrolling through Netflix on his laptop. You scrolled through the various offerings, unsure of Yoongi's preferences. Would it be inappropriate to watch something romance heavy? Would it make him uncomfortable? 

Yoongi seemed like the type of guy to like a classic gangster movie, but that wasn't something you were into. Although, you were fairly certain neither of you were huge fans of horror.

You eventually settled on a movie somewhere in the middle with a smattering of everything. A little action and a little romance, but not so unbearably cheesy that you wouldn't enjoy it. 

When you glanced up at Yoongi, he was seated at his desktop with headphones perched atop his gray hair. His head bounced slowly to a beat you couldn't hear and you could see bits of sounds and recordings that he was arranging on his screen. 

You took a sip of your tea and waited.

---

"Thanks for meeting up with me on such short notice," you said, adjusting the laptop screen so that there wasn't a glare on your face. "My schedule changed and I'm going to be out of the city for the next week." 

"It's not a problem," Jinwoo said, smiling, a pen in his hand and just the corner of his notebook visible. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you going?" 

"Japan," you said, not thinking much of your answer.

"Oh wait," Jinwoo said. "Jang Sumi? I think I saw you on a magazine cover? With Min Yoongi?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah," you said. "That's me." 

"So, you're his soulmate? How does that work?" 

"I don't really want to talk about this right now," you said. "Unless you can do it in English." You tried to lighten the mood, tried to make it sound like the fact your client knew what was happening in your personal life didn't make a rock sink low in your stomach.

Jinwoo laughed. "It's okay, I understand. I imagine it's hard having to uproot your life just because of your biological soulmate or whatever." 

You smiled, his flippant tone catching you off guard. "It would really help if he wasn't so busy. I can't blame the guy, he has a fantastic career, but it's hard on me." 

"You're still wearing his pajamas though."

"What?" 

"Shooky," he said. "Suga created that character." 

"Oh," you said. "He just gave them to me. Maybe he had an extra pair or something." 

"Or, he likes you more than he lets on."

"He really doesn't. We were supposed to have a date tonight, but he just kept working and forgot about it." Your lips tightened when you finished the sentence. You'd only talked to Jinwoo once before and your heart pounded as you realized what you'd just said. "Uh, sorry, you're just easy to talk to." 

"It's all right," he said. "I like to think we're friends, so it's okay."

---

Yoongi realized you were gone after almost two hours. He took off his headphones and glanced down at his watch and cursed. 

If it weren't for the crumpled blankets on the couch, he'd never know you'd ever been there. He knew he'd let you down, it was a simple movie, two hours at the most. He couldn't even spare two hours for you?

He exited his studio and headed down the hallway towards your room. He could hear your laugh, which made him smile. Thankful the hallway was abandoned, lest his smile due to your presence be discovered, he pressed his shoulder against your door frame. Your door was cracked and he could see you seated at your desk. He raised his hand to knock lightly on your door when he caught a look at your computer screen. 

It was another boy. He was young and Yoongi didn't like the way his eyes seemed to devour you, even through the screen. 

"He just gave them to me. Maybe he had an extra pair or something." You looked down at the pajamas you had on and ran your thumb over the collar.

He couldn't hear the boy's response, but your eyes widened and your shoulders tensed. 

"He really doesn't. We were supposed to have a date tonight, but he just kept working and forgot about it." Yoongi balled his fists. You were being reckless. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable with all the media attention, but you were doing nothing to help yourself. "Uh, sorry, you're just easy to talk to."  

Yoongi left your doorway and rambled back down the hallway.

---

"Hey Jiminie, can you pass me the other end?" 

Jimin sat on the opposite of the couch in the living room. He was in the middle of slurping up noodles, but quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks to hand you the end of the scarf. 

"Jiminie? I'm older than you, right?"

"Oh, I guess you are," you said. "But, you're so cute, it's easy to forget. You don't mind, do you?" A smirk broke out on your lips. 

"No, I like it actually." 

Jimin had just picked up his bowl of ramen when Yoongi came into the room. You could practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. 

"Sumi," he said. "We need to talk?"

You looked up at him, your eyes large and confused. "About what?" 

Jimin had taken an interest, obviously noticing the older boy's anger. He sat down his ramen and scooted closer to you. "Yoongi, what's wrong?"

Jimin's question only annoyed him more. His body stiffened and his eyes looked nearly black. 

"What's wrong? She's so worried about her image and all the publicity, but yet is telling one of her clients all about us."

"Were you spying on me?"

"I came looking for you after--"

You looked up at him, your arms crossed. "I never would've left if--"

"That's not the point!" Yoongi's voice raised slightly. Although, he wasn't yelling. He didn't seem like to yell when he got angry, rather he sizzled in the heat until he popped like a popcorn kernel. "You can't just tell someone like him! You have no idea who this guy is! What if he goes to the press? We'd have another Minki on our hands! Are you stupid?"

Tears pricked at your vision and you felt Jimin's hand on your wrist, but it left as soon as you moved to rub your eyes. 

"Yoongi, calm down. She's not used to all this. She just made a mistake." 

"I didn't go on that date to watch you work, Yoongi. I'm sorry if I got frustrated and vented to someone who listened. But, this never would've happened if you would've just watched the movie. We were supposed to get to know each other." 

"I guess you know who I am now." 

---

"I'm sorry, Sumi," Jimin said, following you into your room and plopping beside you on your bed. "Yoongi sometimes gets like this. I promise he'll get over it in a couple days." 

"I really don't want to go to Japan, Jimin. I don't want to be around him." Your face fell into your hands. "But, I have to." 

"Shh, Sumi. It'll be okay. Just try to get some sleep. I'll stay with you if you want." 

You shook your head. "No," you said. "Thank you though. It just doesn't feel right." 

He nodded, seeming to understand and left you alone. 

You laid down and pulled the covers to your chin. You hated to turn Jimin away. The last thing you wanted was to be alone, but ever since that night with Yoongi, only his arms made you feel safe. 

You silently cursed and pulled Kitty to your chest.

---

Jimin shut your door quietly and shook his head. He hated to see you and Yoongi fight. From the day he met you, he could tell there something odd about your dynamic. The quiet understanding of each other, but yet the fierce opposition.

He passed by Yoongi's studio, the light on. Jimin knew Yoongi would probably spend the rest of the night there, not wanting to step foot in the hallway due to the fear of facing you again. 

Jimin smiled as he remembered your ragged stuffed cat. He'd done just as you had asked and placed Kitty in the donation pile. It was only later when making another trek into the living room to place more into boxes that he noticed Yoongi slipping the stuffed cat into his bag. 

He hadn't said anything then, but the morning you asked him if he was the one who'd saved the hapless creature, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the true savior who hid his smile behind sips of morning coffee.

[andrewmoocow]

Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 19: Change your Heart (originally published on July 19, 2021)

AN: So, trying to reform Kevin. Might be a Herculean task to some, but for me, I think I'll try my best. And given that this is almost directly after last chapter, Steven might find this just as challenging since he would continuously resist the urge to go pink and break Kevin's face. But more to the point, let's get things started.

Synopsis: Kevin comes back wanting to become a genuinely better person, but Steven gets suspicious.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven, Cactus Stevens

Andrew Kishino as Kevin

Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald

Melissa Fahn as Demantoid

Kari Wahlgren as Pyrope

Jennifer Paz as Laz

Michelle Maryk as Larimar

Deedee Magno-Hall as Volleyball

Auli'I Cravalho as Orange Spodumene

Michaela Dietz as Crazy Lace Agate

Colton Dunn as Mr. Smiley

--

A few days after Steven's faithful visit to the doctor, he went about today trying to keep a lid on his emotions as much as possible as he strolled through the boardwalk, passing by his Beach City friends and tourists along the way.

"Just gotta find something that always makes me happy to take my mind off all that trauma," Steven muttered to himself. He could go to the Big Donut, but something told him it just wouldn't be the same with Dewey running the counter instead of Lars and Sadie. He could also go to Fish Stew Pizza or the docks, but then he would just be reminded of Sadie Killer and the Suspects breaking up. However, there was still one local hangout associated with a friend that hasn't drifted apart from Steven just yet. "Maybe I could give the arcade a shot."

Walking towards the Funland Arcade, Steven found Mr. Smiley just getting done with carrying some new games into the arcade while a poster advertising those games was hanging outside the building. "Just came in: multiplayer version of beloved video game series Undiscovered." Steven read the poster. "Come one, come all."

"That's not all, the good folks at Sumy also have a ton of other classics downloaded too!" Mr. Smiley said to Steven. "Champion of Conflict, Pressure Scramble, Distorted Plastic, all of them GameStation legends! Come try one of them once in a while."

"Well, maybe Undiscovered could help me blow off some steam after the past two days." Steven realized as he stepped into the arcade to play some Undiscovered and pick the series' rugged, hot-shot leading man William Vespucci to play as. However, what he didn't realize until it was too late was that someone else had picked Vespucci's friendly rival Columbus.

"Well well well, been a long while, hasn't it….uh…." Kevin greeted Steven, only to stop short while trying to remember his young one-sided enemy's name. "Ben, was it? You look like a Ben. Or maybe a Finn."

"Hello, Kevin." Steven greeted the bad boy in a strained voice, resisting the urge to put the controller down and punch him in the face. "What brings you here?"

"Well, word on the street is that you've been teaching Gems that once tried to kill you how to be nice to others." Kevin stated. "And I thought, 'hey, why don't I have a slice of that pie?' So that's why I found you."

"Are you sure this is not another excuse to see Stevonnie again?" Steven asked as the game continued. "Because Connie and I are currently abstaining from-"

"Look kid, you were able to get a bunch of sexy galactic terrorists to stop being terrorists, so why not do the same with me?" Kevin suggested with a smarmy grin. "Well, minus the terrorists part. You still get what I mean, right?"

Steven paused the game and turned to Kevin suspiciously. On one hand, the older boy did seem genuine in his offer, but on the other, it seemed like just another excuse to hit on girls. However, Steven did give the likes of Peridot and the Diamonds a second chance, so as Kevin said, he could probably do the same to him.

"Alright, I'll help you." Steven accepted the offer. "After this round of Undiscovered, I'm gonna take you to Little Homeworld to show you around and teach you some basic kindness. But know this, I'm keeping an eye on you."

"Oh, don't you worry, I'm going to be 100% respectful of others the whole way through." Kevin stated confidently. "Now let's get back to gaming."

The two then returned to playing Undiscovered, and they kept on playing for most of the morning until Steven decided it was time for them to go.

--

"So, this is where the magic happens, eh?" Kevin asked Steven as he was driven out of Beach City and taken to Little Homeworld, where he watched many Gems of all shapes and sizes learn how to fit in on Earth and let go of their oppressive pasts. "Is it true that most of these babes were monsters at some point?"

"Yes, they were monsters." Steven answered. "And please don't call them babes, we discussed this."

"I know, but who's to blame for making them all women?" Kevin tried justifying his earlier comment while they got out of the Dondai.

"You know, I never once asked about where the Gem race came from." Steven came to a realization. "Might have to make a note of that later." As Steven looked around the Gem village to see who he can introduce Kevin to first, he could hear a certain voice crying for revenge.

"LET ME GO YOU TRAITORS!" Emerald shrieked while Demantoid and Pyrope tried to keep her from reaching the Warp Pad at the center of Little Homeworld. "I must find our master, she is the only one that can save me!"

"She's been like this ever since we were unbubbled and enrolled here." Demantoid revealed. "While Pyrope and I have slowly gotten more acclimated to the place, Emerald here hasn't."

"Can't you see this tiny slave driver has brainwashed you all?!" Emerald declared with a finger pointed at Steven. "I will never submit to your concentration camp, never!"

"Yeah, she's going to be one tough nut to crack." Pyrope remarked before she got a look at Kevin. "Oh, and who could this be?"

"Name's Kevin, nice dress." Kevin greeted the Garnet with a kiss of her hand. "And I see your little screaming friend's got one eye. Not gonna discriminate, I like that in a girl."

"Kevin." Steven scolded his rival. "I'm teaching Kevin here how to be nicer to folks and less of a pervert. I think he really wants to change, but I'm still keeping an eye on him."

"But I complimented Pyrope's dress. That's gotta mean something, right?" Kevin asked Steven.

"That's a pretty good start, I'll admit, but you gotta do more than that." Steven advised. "Try striking up a conversation with her."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." Kevin said before turning back to Pyrope. "So, how did you first get here?"

"Well Kevin, it all began when my partner Demantoid and I attempted an uprising against Era 3 using the Light Prisms we owned." Pyrope began explaining her backstory to the human. "We believed the Gem race would be lost without order and sought to install ourselves as the new rulers in place of the Diamonds. However, that would turn out badly and we were poofed & imprisoned, at least until Black Rutile broke us out of our prison to recruit us into her own uprising. But that turned out badly too and we were poofed in the ensuing battle for Earth. Since then, the only other member of Black Rutile's resistance that remained beside the three of us was a belligerent Lapis Lazuli who decided to come here after a Jasper saved her from shattering."

As Pyrope went on, Kevin, out of boredom, rolled his eyes and began to walk elsewhere while Steven crossly looked at him and Pyrope realized too late that Kevin was gone. "Um, where is he?" she asked.

"I'll find him." Steven groaned exasperatedly and walked off after Kevin.

"Pyrope, while you were talking, Emerald had made her escape." Demantoid stated to Pyrope. "I was able to keep her from using the Warp Pad, but that didn't stop her from hiding."

"Oh dear, how could I be so distracted?!" Pyrope exclaimed and raced off with the other Garnet to find Emerald.

--

"Hey cutie, like your curls." Kevin said while trying to hit on a very confused Laz. "What's your name, Baby Blue?"

"Um, Gems here call me Laz." Laz awkwardly introduced herself. "And you are?"

"You can call me the boy of your dreams!" Kevin declared with a flip of his hair, but his advances would have to wait.

"Kevin!" Steven yelled crossly. "You shouldn't have just walked out on Pyrope like that! And you were making good progress too by asking about her story."

"Hey, sorry, she just went on a bit too long." Kevin stated defensively. "And hey, I'm even making a new friend too."

"I was just minding my own business when he walked up and started smooth-talking me, honest." Laz added.

"Well, how about we use this opportunity to give you another lesson?" Steven suggested. "Say you're crossing the street and a woman is in front of a big puddle. What do you do?"

"Tell her to just walk around it?" Kevin answered, causing Steven to facepalm.

"No, you gotta take off your jacket and drop it over the puddle so she can cross." Steven corrected Kevin. "Like in the super old movies. Laz, could you make a puddle?"

"Okay then." Laz complied and generated a small puddle that looked ready to be stepped in with some water nearby. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked Kevin. "Just toss the jacket!"

"Seriously?! This is expensive, ya know!" Kevin grumbled while taking off his jacket to spread out on the puddle. "I didn't sign up for this." Once Kevin shed his jacket, he dropped it on the puddle and allowed Laz to cross.

"Thanks, I guess." Laz thanked the human awkwardly before turning to Steven. "See you around Steven."

"You're welcome." Kevin replied with a bow while Steven picked up the jacket. "There, I learned basic politeness. How about that?"

"Yeah, that's a good start." Steven complimented. "Good job Kev."

"Yes!" Kevin cheered. "Wait, did you just call me Kev?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what just happened either." Steven admitted. "Let's go for one more trial for today."

--

At the greenhouse where Peridot usually had her classes, the Cactus Stevens, now freed from Black Rutile's control, were helping Volleyball, Little Larimar, Orange Spodumene, and Crazy Lace Agate with some gardening when Steven & Kevin walked in.

"Oh, hello Steven." Volleyball greeted Steven. "Haven't seen you in a while, how are things?"

"Doing fine, just had a little meltdown a few days ago, but I'm recovering." Steven replied. "And by the way, I heard what happened at that trial on Homeworld. How long were you spying on us for Black Rutile?"

"Since not too long after you faced White Diamond." Volleyball revealed shyly while tears began to leak. "I was only forced to do it by Black Rutile and Holly Blue, though. But can you still forgive me?"

Before Steven could answer, Kevin pretended to loudly clear his throat to get everyone's attention. "It's cute that Cyclops here wants to apologize for whatever, but remember me?!"

"Sorry, Kevin." Steven apologized before introducing him to the Pearl. "I'd like you to meet Volleyball. She was Pink Diamond's former Pearl before getting her eye cracked and later brainwashed by White Diamond. Volleyball, meet Kevin. I hate his guts, but he wants to become a better person so I'm giving him a chance."

"So, your eye is cracked." Kevin gestured to Volleyball's damaged eye. "What's it like seeing with one eye? Does it, like, affect your sense of direction or whatever?"

"Oh no, I get around pretty fine, especially after fusing with Pearl." Volleyball answered brightly. "Ever since then, the crack still's there but you can barely see a pupil now too."

"Cool, cool." Kevin responded, trying to sound interested before he started looking around the greenhouse. "So let me guess, you grow plants here?"

"Exactly Kevin," Larimar said while holding a potted plant in her hands. "Look at the hydrangeas I'm growing!"

"And my daffodils." Orange Spodumene added as she showed off her flower.

"Watching them all grow is the best part!" Crazy Lace Agate cooed while intensely watching the hyacinths growing in her pot.

"Wow, you are all really into flowers, huh?" Kevin wondered while looking over Crazy Lace's shoulder. "I mean, Steven's teaching you all how to be crazy for Earth, so I won't judge."

"See, you're getting interested in what they're doing, and no sign of hitting on them." Steven declared. "Good job Kevin."

"I mean, after you yelled at me for getting bored during Pyrope's story, I just thought I should wise up a little bit." Kevin stated. "Isn't that what humans do or something, learn from mistakes and grow from them?"

"Yeah, that's pretty profound." Steven answered. "Especially coming from someone like you."

"You're right." Kevin realized. "Did I really just change that fast? I mean, I heard you were able to get those Diamonds to play nice with a silly one-liner and they changed just as quickly!"

"Well, not quite." Steven said. "They still got a lot to work out. Everybody does, even you. And me."

"Uh, what do you mean by that, and why do I have a feeling I'm not going to get a good answer?" Kevin asked nervously. Steven sheepishly looked around at the Gems in the greenhouse before taking Kevin away.

"Let's take this outside." Steven declared.

--

Steven took Kevin back to his car and the two drove away from Little Homeworld all the way back to Beach City in complete silence. A silence that Kevin found a bit concerning before the two returned to town before he finally spoke up. "Uh, anything the matter?" he asked. "You've been quiet since we left the greenhouse."

"It's just about what I've been through lately." Steven finally spoke up while stopping the car. "Ever since we last saw each other at that party, I've learned that my mom Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond, went to Homeworld where I saw the Crystal Gems get turned into extensions of White Diamond, nearly got killed by Spinel while all organic life was at risk of being killed by her injector, learned that a sociopathic revolutionary wants to kill me & conquer the galaxy and nearly got thrown off a cliff to my death. And that's only a few notable incidents."

"Wait, thrown off a cliff?!" Kevin exclaimed while the two boys emerged from the Dondai Supremo. "Sociopathic revolutionary? Dang, you been through a lot."

"Yep, and after all that, I learned that I basically have PTSD and my body has been acting really weird lately." Steven continued. "I sometimes turn pink when I get real angry, and more recently my body started inflating out of control a few days ago."

"Yeesh, am I lucky to not have a mom who's a Gem, no offense." Kevin sardonically sympathized. "My parents are usually off doing business or going to fancy parties."

"You know, that reminds me." Steven said as he sat down on the front of the Supremo. "What was your life like? I don't think I ever bothered to ask. Or maybe I hated you too much back then to even think of asking."

"You want my backstory? Well, here goes." Kevin answered and sat down next to Steven. "Just like me, my old man Winston was a real player and a pretty well-off guy. His philosophy of using the right words and moves to win hearts was what won him a wife, my mom Venus, and then came yours truly." He explained. "I was kind of a bit like you as a kid, really sensitive and sweet. But when my girlfriend Sabina ditched me, that was when my dad decided to teach me how to be a charmer. But unfortunately, that didn't win me many friends, especially you. But after spending time with you and helping you get back together with Connie, I just thought it would be time to make a change, but you were too busy to hear me out."

"So, you been wanting this ever since that night?" Steven gasped in realization.

"Yeah, right." Kevin replied. "Then again, like you said, I still got a lot to work out. Which reminds me, what's the status on you and Connie?"

"That's the thing, Kevin." Steven blushed while curling up into a ball. "I tried proposing to Connie so that I'd know what my future would hold, but she said no, and I let it bottle up until the next day at the doctor."

"Wait, you proposed to Connie?!" Kevin exclaimed in shock. "I mean, like, marriage proposal?! Aren't you a little young to get married?"

"Yes, yes I am." Steven replied solemnly. "But still, it was nice getting to talk about it with someone, even if it was with someone I hated in the past."

"You got that right." Kevin declared. "We sure got off on the wrong foot, but even I know you've been through a lot."

"And I know you can be different from your dad," Steven responded. "like how I want to be different from my mom."

"Yeah." Kevin stated before looking at his watch. "Whoo, look at the time!" he realized before hopping off the Dondai's hood. "Got places to be, but maybe we can do this again sometime!"

"If you ever want more niceness tips, you know who to call." Steven said goodbye to Kevin.

"Likewise." Kevin grinned as he walked away. "Catch you later!"

After the two boys waved each other goodbye, Steven got off the hood of his car and began driving it back to the beach house while monologuing to himself. "If I can change Kevin, maybe I could change Black Rutile too." He muttered, but the mere thought of Black Rutile turned Steven's optimistic grin into a tense frown. "Maybe."

--

Well, this has been a more low-key chapter compared to the two chapters before it. But next time, we kick things up again as we move onto Gems' Night Out, which I am so excited to write! We got Amethyst & Lapis as Bond girls, Garnet & Bismuth solving mysteries together, Steven being gaslit by Black Rutile into believing no one ever cared for him & that he must fight back against his loved ones, and Pearl & Peridot mingling with some of the most unique kinds of human known to man: nerds. Like I said, I'm real excited for this.

[shutupandshipit]

Christmas Preemie - One Shot

Summary: Izuku smoothed a hand over Katsuki belly, smiling as it was kicked at rather viciously. “He’s been moving around a lot, hasn’t he? Wouldn’t it be crazy if he decided to be a Christmas baby.”

Fingers curling in Izuku’s collar, Katsuki brought their noses very, very close. “Don’t even joke about that, shithead. I’m not done baking this loaf yet.”.

....

Or where Izuku makes a joke and forgets to knock on wood.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Check out Coming Home if you haven’t already! It precedes this fic!

Author’s Note: So, I'm sure other places have Christmas Strolls, but I've never seen one outside my hometown. It's literally my favorite part of the entire year, but I haven't gotten to visit it in more than 5 years. I didn't mention the name of the street in the fic, but it is based on the actual Plumas Street and Christmas Stroll that's in my hometown. When you're imagining it, think of what main street for a small town would look like (except we haven't been a small town in many many decades). Also, before anyone mentions it, yes the tortoise from the pat store that's mentioned is an actual thing we saw often. They would tie a balloon to him to keep track or where he went. He was pretty freaking big (medium dog size), and if I remember correctly, he was over 100 years old.

It's Christmas day here in Japan for me, so have another Christmas fic. Anyway, enjoy! Stop by and tell me what your Christmas Stroll/Festival is like! (when there isn't Covid) Blessed Yule! Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Whatever you're celebrating, I wish you a happy day!

"Daddy."

The whisper was just soft enough to wake him up, but not loud enough to startle him. Still, Izuku hoped if he pretended not to hear it, it would just end up being a dream. He let his face remain slack, his breathing steady.

A few seconds later before Izuku had even managed to doze off again, the whisper came again, closer this time. “Daddy, wake up.” Weight followed, two small hands pressing into his chest with all their weight.

“Sumi,” Izuku breathed quietly, still refusing to move and believe his daughter had woken him up, “It is very early and Daddy is very tired. Please go back to sleep.”

“But there’s someone outside the door. I can smell them.” The weight disappeared from his chest, but not the edge of the bed.

Groaning, Izuku pushed himself up and peeled his eyes open. Weak blue morning light crawled into the room from beneath the curtains. On the bedside table, blurry red numbers told him that it was only 6:22 AM. Katsuki was still dead asleep beside him, pillow covering his head while his hand lay protectively over his belly.

Sumi bounced anxiously on the edge of the bed, her protheses bare metal all the way down to her toes. She glanced between the door and Izuku. Her wild green locks were wilder than usual from sleep, a brush handle protruding over the top of her head at the back of her hair.

Before Izuku could move to extract it, a knock sounded at the door. Three short, but loud, raps. Both he and Sumi startled, glancing at Katsuki before each other.

With a heavy sigh, Izuku nudged Sumi off the edge of the bed and stood. He was just pulling a shirt over his bare torso when the knocking came again. Louder this time.

Izuku wasn’t someone who normally got agitated easily, but between the early hour and the jetlag, he was less inclined towards solicitude. Jerking open the door, scent flaring out strong and sharp, he growled, “What?” He felt Sumi press against the side of his leg, and glanced down to see her baring her teeth.

The man on the otherside was a burly looking alpha fellow with an overwhelming burning sage scent. Irritation made the scent sharper, less pleasant plant life and more like weed. His arms were crossed over his wide chest, murky brown eyes cut in thin slits. He was taller than Izuku by several inches, but Izuku had no doubts that he could still take the alpha down even without One For All. “Tell your wife to reel in her pheromones. I’ve got three alpha teens in the next room over, and she’s driving them nuts.”

Izuku glanced over his shoulder at the still form of Katsuki before pushing Sumi back into the room and stepping out to square up against the man in front of him. He smiled, sharp and dangerous, channeling every ounce of Katsuki he had stored in his veins. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that? My English isn’t that great. I thought I just heard you say it’s my omega’s fault your boys can’t control themselves.” His English was almost as good as his Japanese after four years with Sumi and Katsuki and Shonetta every other day.

The alpha huffed, glaring down his nose at Izuku. “That’s right. You know you can’t bring omegas in heat to hotels in the U.S.”

“Wow! Amazing! You can’t do that in Japan either, and my omega isn’t in heat.”

“Whatever she is, you need to get her to reel in her fucking pheromones. I’m sure we’re not the only family being bothered.”

“I think,” Izuku started sweetly, “maybe, you need to teach your boys some self control. If they get riled up just from smelling an omega, I think the fault lies with their parents and not a family minding their own business in a separate room.” His smile could have cut glass.

The alpha bristled, face going red. “Why you-”

The door opened behind Izuku, and both alpha’s startled as a disgruntled Katsuki stepped up behind Izuku. “What’s going on? Do you know what fucking time it is, asshole?”

Izuku hadn’t heard Katsuki get up, and assumed Sumi had made the decision to get him. His protheses were attached, metal bare to the morning chill. Katsuki was also shorter than the alpha, but his presence was far more intimidating as he glared at him in all his pregnant glory. At eight months, Katsuki was deep into his pregnancy, and deeply over it as well. He had begun to swell at five months and hadn’t stopped.

“I’m just giving this man some parenting advice,” Izuku said, glancing at the other alpha whose face had drained completely of color.

Katsuki shot narrowed eyes at Izuku. “Yeah, sure sounded like it.”

“You’re Dynamight-”

“Yeah, what of it?” Katsuki groused. His eyes turned back to the alpha, looking him up and down with a critical eye.

Katsuki, pregnant and tired, was not someone a lot of people knew how to deal with. They’d set up the trip to visit Shonetta and Cynthia before they’d had the pregnancy confirmed. Izuku had suggested they move it either one way or the other around the birth to provide his mate with more comfort, but the paperwork had already been in route and tickets purchased. On top of that, Katsuki had been sure he was going to be just as small as when he’d had Katsumi. He had surpassed that stage two months ago.

The alpha seemed to shrink under Katsuki’s steady anger. “I, uh, I’m sure you don’t remember me, but you might remember my daughter? She was kidnapped while we were at the zoo, and you saved her before the guy could throw her into the lion pit.”

After a moment, Katsuki said, “Little red headed omega. Freckles everywhere. Presented very early at seven or something like that. Wouldn’t let any of the alpha heroes near her.”

A smile split across the alpha’s face, and Izuku wasn’t exactly sure what was happening here. “Yes! You were the only one who could get her to calm down enough to come out of the crevice she’d wedged herself in behind the statue.”

Katsuki considered the guy again, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame. “Right, now what were you saying about omegas earlier?”

Sumi pressed between them, eyes still narrowed at the man before them.

Red bloomed in the alpha’s face again, but this time it seemed to be in embarrassment. “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all! Your mate was giving me some parenting advice like he said.” A door opened close by.

“Right.”

Izuku and Sumi glanced down the hall to see an omega girl of about twelve pop out of the door.

“Dad, Danny said- Mr. Dynamight!” She darted out, letting the door slam shut behind her. She gasped. “Katsumi!”

“Katherine!” Sumi shouted in return, wriggling out from between Katsuki and Izuku to jump around with the other girl, hairbrush still in her hair and all. “You’re so much bigger than me now! Do you talk to Ms. Bains anymore?”

While the little girls chattered excitedly with each other, Katsuki pointed at the alpha. “You, come here,” he growled threateningly, palm crackling quietly. Swallowing, the alpha stepped just a hair closer, and Katsuki snapped out a hand to jerk him forward until they were nose to nose. He hissed, “Get your fucking boys under control and stop blaming others for your short-comings. You’ve got a fucking omega daughter, and you’re spouting that rhetoric around her? Get your fucking priorities straight.”

“Y-yes, sir,” the man squeaked.

Katsuki pushed him away. “Great, now that we understand each other.” He turned, slowly making his way back into the room, but returned only a moment later with something clutched in his hand. “Hey, girl!”

Katherine perked up, trotting over to the three adults with Sumi’s hand still clutched in hers. “Yes, sir?”

“Here, something to make your brothers jealous.” Katsuki held out a bandana that their PR agents had specially made when Katsuki and Izuku had publicized their bond. Cut from one corner to the other, one side was green and black with Izuku’s signature bunny motif while the other side was black and orange with ‘X’ graphics. They’d brought a couple of the prototypes to give to Shonetta and Cynthia. “That’s the first like it. I sighed the ‘X’ in the corner, and I’m sure Deku would sign it too if you ask him.”

Katherine turned big brown cow eyes on Izuku, and he smiled as he turned to find a sharpie.

Behind him, he heard Katsumi shout, “I’ve got one too! We can match! We’ve got shirts too! I could send you one when we get home!”

“Would you?” Katherine asked excitedly. Izuku grabbed a pen and paper as well, returning. As he traded everything in his hands for the bandana, she asked, “Dynamight, can I feel your belly, please? I’ve never gotten to feel a baby move before.”

“Go ahead, kid.” If Katsuki Bakugou was anything, he was soft when it came to children and other omegas.

Izuku thought maybe it was something he’d never really completely get about his mate. He knew it had to do with biology, but he thought maybe it had to do with just Katsuki himself. He was gruff around the edges, but he had an ingrained instinct to protect those weaker than him. Then again, Izuku was softer than him when it came to children, so who was really to say.

Katherine stepped forward, pressing reverential fingers to Katsuki’s distended stomach before leaning to press her ear there as well. Sumi followed her lead, chattering all the while as the girls felt and listened. Katherine let out a high, girlish giggle as she pulled back. “He kicked me in the face! What a little bugger.” Still, she pressed her ear right back to where it had been. “You smell good, Dynamight, sir.”

“Well, heck, I hope so. How else am I supposed to keep this one around?” Katsuki jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Izuku who huffed out a laugh in response.

Laughing, Katherine took a few more moments before pulling away. She scribbled a cell number, email address, and physical address before exchanging the notepad for the bandana again. “One day,” she said very seriously, staring up at Katsuki with wonder in her eyes, “I’m going to grow up just as strong as you. I’m going to be a great omega hero like you!”

Her father seemed ready to protest, opening his mouth to say whatever had come to mind, but Izuku put his hand on his shoulder with another sharp smile.

Katsuki’s expression was soft as he patted her on the shoulder. “Hit us up when you’re about to intern in high school, and maybe I’ll be able to work something with Negative. Or if you choose not to be a hero in this sense, you can intern with her wife at the hospital as a nurse or a midwife. There’s a lot of avenues that you could take. Make sure you pick the one that makes you happy.”

Katherine nodded, just a quick bob of her head. “I will.” Before they could part, she wrapped her arms around Katsuki and then did the same to Sumi. When she pulled away, eyes finding her father, they went wide. “Oh no! I forgot. Danny said that the toilet is clogged and it’s leaking all over the bathroom.”

“Ah! What the hell!” The alpha threw his hands into the air, stomping towards the door she’d come out of.

With a giggle, she hurried after him. “Bye, Katsumi! Bye, Mr. Dynamight! Bye, Mr. Deku! Hope to see you again!”

As they disappeared into the room, Katsuki turned to Sumi. “Okay, little monster, time to get ready. Shonetta and Cynthia are supposed to be picking us up soon, and why is there a hairbrush stuck in your hair! Deku!”

Izuku gaped. “It was there when she woke me up! Don’t go blaming me!”

“And yet, I’m still going to.”

…..

-7 months earlier-

“Izuku fucking Midoriya-Bakugou, get your ass in here!”

It wasn't often that Katsuki called Izuku by his full name, and he nearly dropped the plate he'd been holding as Katsuki's enraged voice thundered from the bathroom. He and Sumi, now a stunning nine-year-old and growing bigger every day, caught each other's eyes across the kitchen counter. It had been what felt like years since Katsuki had yelled at him so ferociously.

' Papa's mad !' Sumi signed helpfully, eyes darting to the bathroom door before returning to Izuku.

' Yeah, but the question is how much ?' Izuku signed back one-handed, soapy fingers moving quickly through the air, ' And why ?'

“Fucking Deku!”

Izuku startled again, this time actually dropping the plate as he darted away. Sumi's laughter followed after him, but it did nothing to calm his nerves. “K-Kacchan? What's the matter?” he asked tentatively as he pushed into the bathroom. He paused just inside the door.

Katsuki sat on the edge of the sink, head cradled in his hands, fingers pressed to his eyes. The scent hit him next, sweet caramel and all-spice spiked with the bitter tang of bile and urine. Last was the quiet growling hum Katsuki seemed to be letting slip.

“Kacchan?” Izuku stepped completely into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Whatever this was, he doubted Katsuki wanted Sumi in on it just yet. “What's the matter?”

“Are you fucking happy?” Katsuki growled, but the edges were softer and fonder than Izuku normally received when Katsuki was angry with him.

That made him wonder; was Katsuki actually angry or just trying to hide something? “A-a-about what? What's going on?” When Katsuki jerked his head toward the toilet, Izuku stepped around him and stopped again.

Right on top of the lid, four pregnancy tests sat. Four pink sticks with four pink plus signs on white faces stared up at him.

He was crying before he'd even fully comprehended the sheer magnitude of what the tests meant. Inhaling a shuddering breath, he whispered, “How long have you thought...”

“A couple weeks. About a month, but I wasn't sure. Didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. Had to check after I puked though.” Katsuki still hadn't lifted his head, and Izuku turned to press between his knees, leaning in to lightly scent the top of his head.

“Kacchan, you really are?” he asked with a hiccup, throat thick and voice choked, “Really? You're not messing with me?”

“Tell me, in what world do you think I'd joke about this?”

A sob slipped passed his lips. “Really? You're really pregnant? Are...” he trailed off, fear coiling in his stomach right alongside the excited butterflies, “Are you mad about it?”

Katsuki released a heavy sigh, and dropped his hands. A smile pulled up the corners of his mouth, and he met Izuku's eyes. "No. No, I'm not, Izuku. Maybe it's just my stupid omega brain, but... I love Katsumi and I loved when she was a baby, and I didn't think it was going to feel the way it did. I didn't think I'd get another chance to feel that again. It's different having a baby and that changed my whole world. And this time..." Reaching out, he gripped Izuku's hips and pulled him close. "This time you'll be here to experience it too."

A torrent of sobs fell from Izuku's mouth, and he covered his face with his hands. Pressing forward, he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck to press his face into Katsuki's shoulder instead. "Kacchan, I'm so happy! I can't believe- I didn't think- I'm so happy!"

"Yeah, that's obvious, nerd," Katsuki said fondly, threading his fingers into Izuku's hair to hold him close. "Get it all out now. You're not allowed to be emotional for the next nine months. Got it?"

"That's totally unreasonable." Izuku laughed, breath sticky and wet against his own face. "But I'll try my best." He let out a breath, finally calming as he pulled back. “I can't wait to share these next months with you."

"You won't be saying that soon," Katsuki warned, but his smile ruined the effect. He pulled Izuku back in, this time for a kiss. And even though his mouth still tasted hideous, Izuku couldn’t have been happier.

Sumi burst through the door, eyes wild, hair wilder, hands popping around a phone screaming with Shonetta's voice. "I'm going to have a baby brother?" she screeched, launching herself between Izuku and Katsuki to try and get closer. "Let me touch your belly, Papa! I want to feel Taiyo move!"

"Katsumi!" Katsuki growled warningly as he pulled back to glare down at her, "How many times have I told you to not eavesdrop! Or answer my phone!"

Izuku was laughing though, stepping back to hoist her into his arms. "Sumi, you won't be able to feel them move for a long time. And how long have you had that name picked out? Also, hello, Negative."

Shonetta wasn't paying attention, screaming instead at Katsuki to pick up his phone so she could congratulate him. He didn't comply, ears red and face buried in his hands.

"Since I was three!" Sumi announced, "And I told Papa I wanted a baby brother like the other girls in my class!"

"And I told you not to hold your breath, you little monster," Katsuki growled before groping blindly for the phone. Removing his hand, he glared down at the woman on the screen with red cheeks and curled lips. "You tell anyone, woman, and it'll be the end of you, do you hear me?"

"I've already texted Cynthia."

"You know she's not who I'm talking about."

Izuku could hear the grin in Shonetta's voice rather than see it. "Well, the entire agency is congratulating you. Don't ignore them when they text you."

"Bitch-"

"Katsuki," Izuku reprimanded quickly, but Sumi was already preoccupied as she chattered away at Shonetta.

…..

-Present-

“Katsumi Bakugou-Midoriya, get over here and put your jacket on or I’m going to leave you here, and you’re not going to get to go to the Christmas Stroll at all.”

Izuku popped his head into the little guest room that Shonetta and Cynthia had set up for Sumi to use for the week they’d be in America. There was an air mattress on the floor with a rumpled pink comforter in the middle surrounded by two desks and numerous filing cabinets. Sitting on the edge of the mattress was Sumi, arms crossed over her chest in consternation.

“No! It’ll be too hot!” she shot back, “I can dress myself!”

“Clearly not if I’m having to tell you to put on more clothes because it’s going to be cold!” Katsuki snarled, out of breath as he glared at his daughter. He was gripping the back of a computer chair with one hand while the other pressed to the small of his back, face contorted with as much discomfort as it was irritation. “I’m not asking. This is nonnegotiable, and I’m not in the mood to be arguing with you.”

Sumi turned up her nose, and Izuku got a very sudden and terrifying flashback to Katsuki when they’d been kids. “No. I’m not wearing it.”

Before either could snap back, Izuku stepped into the room with a smile. "Sumi, you know you're not supposed to be arguing with Papa right now." He turned to Katsuki with a smile that softened as that now familiar warmth of seeing Katsuki swollen with pregnancy filled his chest. "Kacchan, please sit down if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm fucking fine," Katsuki snapped, but almost immediately blanched and slowly sank into the computer chair. "Fucking kid." Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and rubbed a hand over his belly. Once, twice, soothing circles.

When Izuku looked back at his daughter, he found guilt twisting her round face. "Wait here for me, Sumi, and we'll talk about the jacket. I'm going to help Papa outside."

"Okay," she mumbled, ducking her head and tugging at the end of her long braid, "Sorry, Papa."

Izuku gripped Katsuki forearm as he slowly stood back up. "Not your fault, little monster, your brother just has a lot of energy like Dad."

She didn't lift her head, and they both sighed as they made their slow way out of the room, and out to the living room.

"Shouldn't have yelled at her," Katsuki grumbled as he sat down and let Izuku slide and lace up the orthopedic boots from Cynthia on his feet.

"There was a better way to handle the situation, yes, but traveling always makes you irritable. And you've been doing really well handling your anger throughout your entire pregnancy." Task completed, Izuku pressed a kiss to Katsuki's belly and got kicked in the mouth for his trouble. "I'll talk to her, and then maybe you can talk to her about why you were frustrated later."

Katsuki made a sound above him, and Izuku lifted his head to find his husband scrubbing at his eyes. Izuku pressed gentle fingers to Katsuki’s wrist, but it only made Katsuki's breath hitch. "You're so much better at this parenting thing than I am. What would I have done if you hadn't wanted to stay with us?"

Pregnancy hormones. Even eight months in, Izuku was still surprised by how wildly Katsuki's emotions could vacillate in a few moments. Anger to guilt to tears. Tears weren't something Katsuki was predisposed to, so each time Izuku found Katsuki crying over something, he always had to stop and think about his next step. Sometimes Katsuki would cry over something that made sense; pictures of Sumi in the hospital, a news story about children being lost in a villain attack, the anniversary of All Might's death. Sometimes, they didn’t make sense; the time he'd knocked the dish soap onto the floor, doing paperwork at home instead of at the agency because he'd had an appointment that day, watching Winnie the Pooh by himself while Sumi was at school.

Everything about pregnancy fascinated Izuku, and he felt blessed every moment of it he was able to share with his mate.

Standing, Izuku pulled Katsuki into his body, rubbing a hand up and down his spine. "We're a team, love, we've always been a team. This works because we're together. Even if I weren't here, I know you'd be nothing less than amazing."

They remained like that until Katsuki’s shaking slowed. After a moment, he whispered, “Deku.”

“Yes?”

“I want you suck your dick.”

Izuku felt his entire body flush from head to toe at the blunt word choice. He laughed, rubbing at his forehead. “How about we save that for later? I thought you wanted to go to this Christmas Stroll thing Sumi and Shonetta haven’t stopped talking about. Isn’t today the last night?”

Katsuki huffed against Izuku’s chest, fingers stilling where he’d pushed them up beneath Izuku’s shirt. “I would say ‘fuck it’,” he groused, using Izuku to stand back up, “But it’s Sumi’s favorite part of the season. The whole thing’s a fucking annoyance.” Which actually meant Katsuki enjoyed it, Izuku had discovered. “The things I do for that little monster and her godmothers.”

Izuku smoothed a hand over Katsuki belly, smiling as it was kicked at rather viciously. “He’s been moving around a lot, hasn’t he? Wouldn’t it be crazy if he decided to be a Christmas baby.”

Fingers curling in Izuku’s collar, Katsuki brought their noses very, very close. “Don’t even joke about that, shithead. I’m not done baking this loaf yet.” He pressed a quick kiss to Izuku’s lips before hobbling away towards the kitchen where Cynthia and Shonetta were singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs. “Sumi’s still waiting for you.”

Izuku put on his own shoes before returning to the bedroom. Sumi was still sitting in the same spot he’d left her, scrubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her long-sleeved t-shirt as she sniffled quietly. "I'm sorry," she whispered miserably.

Sighing, Izuku picked up the coat -barely a sweater really- that Katsuki had been trying to get Sumi to put on and sat down beside her. "Why are you sorry?"

Her shoulders hitched, just like her father’s a moment ago, and mumbled, “Because I’m being a bad girl.”

Running a hand up and down Sumi’s back like he’d done with Katsuki, he asked, “Why do you think you’re being a bad girl?”

“Because I was arguing with Papa and made him start to yell and now he’s mad at me. I don’t want to wear my jacket because it’ll be too hot, but I just get so mad when he starts to yell. I can’t help it.”

“You’re a lot like your Papa, baby. He’s like that too, and it took him a long time to learn not to let that be his first response.” Resting his hand on the side of Sumi’s head, he pulled her into his body, pressing a kiss to her temple. “He’s not mad at you, he just wants to make sure you don’t get sick. Papa shouldn’t have yelled at you, but you shouldn’t have yelled back, okay?”

“Okay.” Sumi hiccupped, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder.

Izuku let the moment stretch until he heard Cynthia’s voice coming down the hallway. “Alright, so here’s what we’re going to do.” Lifting her head, Sumi sat back to meet his eyes, silent and resolute. “I want you to put on your jacket before we go outside, okay. No, no arguments.” He put up a finger when her mouth automatically opened to argue. “You can take it off again in the car. You have to put it back on before you get out of the car. If it’s too hot after ten minutes of being outside, you can take it back off, but I want you to carry it just in case you do get cold. Okay? Is that fair?”

After a moment of puff-cheeked disdain, Sumi huffed and muttered, “Yes.”

…..

When the others had said ‘Christmas Stroll’, Izuku had been expecting houses lit with strings of light and families marveling at them as they passed. Maybe a few groups caroling or selling hot chocolate.

Izuku was not expecting a full-on parade of floats and fire trucks and police cars with people dressed as Santa Clause and elves dancing to Christmas music over loudspeakers. He also wasn’t expecting an entire street to be shut down and blocked off to allow the crowd to walk from one booth or store to another. At either end of the street, live music played. One side seemed to be professional musicians while the other side seemed to be high school students and volunteers. Behind the makeshift stages, Christmas trees towered, dripping in tinsel and sparkling lights and handmade ornaments from the ornament making stalls off to the sides.

Each booth and store shone with lights, boasting their wares. There was a whole booth dedicated to olive oil, another to soaps made out of goat’s milk, another to hero merch that Katsuki wouldn’t let him linger at. There even seemed to be a gift wrapping stall every ten meters or so. The stores were all small family owned businesses of holistic shops, restaurants and one records shop.

Katsumi ran out in front of them in the jacket she’d been so against with Shonetta, laughing as they held hands and darted around other families. Cynthia paced Katsuki, close at his elbow to help at any moment.

“Papa, look!” Sumi shouted, pointing down the road, “The tortoise from Guisser Pets is out again! Oh, Cookie Tree has a booth! Can we please get some cookies and hot chocolate!”

“Sure!” Katsuki called back, “Go pick out what you want, and we’ll catch up in a moment. Do a baker’s dozen!”

Other patrons glanced curiously at him, the Japanese obviously foreign to their ears, but Katsuki didn’t seem to notice as Izuku pressed close against his side. “This is really nice. They do this every year?” Izuku asked.

“Every damn year. The agency usually helps out too,” Katsuki said, eyes scanning over the crowd, “Those idiots should be around here som-”

“KATSUMI!”

Izuku and Katsuki lurched forward on instinct, Cynthia’s hand shooting out to grip Katsuki’s arm, but they stopped as quickly as they’d started. Up ahead, a group of heroes lifted their daughter into the air as she screamed with laughter. “Katsumi! Katsumi! Katsumi!” they chanted, Negative already in the middle of the group not making a lick of difference.

For a solid moment, they stood watching. Then Katsuki strode forward, intent in every step. “Hey, assholes! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Izuku had heard Katsuki use English before -at the hotel, on the phone with Shonetta, to Katsumi when she got overwhelmed- but it was a shock every time. And every time it made him hot around the collar. He watched completely dumbfounded as Katsuki stopped in front of the group, hands on his hips, and subsequently as they engulfed him into their mist. “Ah, Kat!” they shouted, and Sumi popped from the group to dart to Izuku’s side, “It’s so good to see you! Where have ya been, fucker? Holy shit, you’re huge!”

It was a group of fumbling, laughing and crowing as they absorbed Katsuki into their ranks like he’d never returned to Japan in the first place.

Izuku stood with Cynthia and Katsumi, watching his husband interact with people in a way he never had before. Katsuki’s smile was wide and unrestricted as he wrapped one of the guys in a choke hold and rubbed his knuckles roughly over the man’s crown. As he playfully pushed at the shoulder of a small wolf-eyed woman with sharp canines, large triangle ears and grey bottlebrush tail. As a pair of twins with cotton candy pink hair and thin delicate claws pressed their ears to his belly to listen.

There was an instinctual need to ward off every person standing too close to Katsuki, especially the alphas he could smell in the air, but knew exactly how well that would go over. That didn’t stop him from pumping out pheromones enough to make others attending the stroll pass him wary glances before skirting as far around him as they could. Beneath his hand, Sumi giggled and reached up to grab his arm tightly.

“Calm down, tough guy,” Cynthia told him, hand on his arm as she pushed cinnamon dreads back over her shoulder, “You’re suffocating the crowd. They’re not a danger to your mate or pup.”

Izuku groaned, turning to meet her brown eyes. “I know that logically, but that doesn’t make me want to rip off their hands any less.”

‘ Protect mate. Protect pup. Mate close to birth. Vulnerable. Must protect. Run off threats. Protect .’ The litany of Izuku’s alpha was only interrupted when the group of Katsuki’s ex-coworkers started glancing around.

“Speaking of which, where is baby daddy? You brought him, right? Of course you did. No alpha worth his salt would let a mate as pregnant as you out of their sight. We haven’t met him yet! Let us meet the person who can handle you!” a burly man shouted to a crowing of assents from the rest of the group, “Come on, Kat, where are you hiding him?”

“My mate and husband , you absolute dickhole, is right over there,” Katsuki spat, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, “Can’t you smell him? Or are you as nose blind as you are stpuid?”

The group followed Katsuki’s motion, eyes landing squarely on Izuku. Immediately, his alpha went on high alert while his face flooded with heat at the attention. Their eyes stared at him for several long moments. Eventually, it was the woman with wolf eyes that spoke up first. “Honestly, Kat, I saw the news, but I thought it was a publicity stunt. I didn’t think you had your claws in Japan’s No.1 Hero Deku. Like what is that? Sumi, how could you keep this from us!”

“I didn’t! You just didn’t believe me!” Sumi shouted back, hands still wrapped around Izuku’s forearm as she bodily dragged him towards the group.

“Hey, assholes! He’s been mine since we were kids! And we switch between the top two spots all the time! Hey!” Katsuki’s teeth snapped viciously, a snarl splitting the excited atmosphere as he knocked aside someone’s hand who’d been reaching for Izuku. “Hands off. This is a no touch exhibition, fucking got it?”

“Ah, Kat, you’re too much like a territorial alpha,” the burly man said, setting a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.

This time, Izuku didn’t stop himself. He slotted himself between the man and Katsuki, and very deliberately picked his hand off Katsuki’s shoulder to give it back to him. “Like Kacchan said, this is a no touch exhibition.” He gave the group his widest and most lethal smile that put his sharp canines in full view. “Please stop touching my mate. I’ve been very patient up until now.”

The heroes roared with laughter, unaffected by either Izuku’s or Katsuki’s displays. The conversation devolved from there. Introductions were properly made. Chatter shot from one side of the circle to another. Santa hats were shoved onto Izuku’s and Katsuki’s heads from the good-natured group. Eventually, Shonetta dispersed the group to continue with their jobs. Sumi took off with the twins as they promised her cookies if she danced with them. Shonetta and Cynthia pulled back, and then it was just Katsuki and Izuku holding hands as they wove slowly through the crowds.

At the end of the street where the professional band was playing a slow sweet Christmas song, Katsuki allowed Izuku to pull him into a crowd of couples of every age and orientation. He wrapped Katsuki up in his arms and swayed them gently to the beat. The twins turned passed them, Sumi held on their feet, and Izuku smiled.

When he pressed a lingering Katsuki’s temple, he muttered, “You’re being gross. Stop.” Despite his words, he leaned into the gentle touch.

“I’m happy. I like it here. I like the whole celebrating together and the lights and how happy everyone else is too.”

“It’s one of the more enjoyable things to look forward to here,” Katsuki agreed.

Giggles rose from around them, and for a moment, Izuku thought it was because they were so tightly bound up in each other that they hadn’t realized the song had changed. Only, the song was still the same slow beat. They pulled apart enough for Katsuki to give the surrounding couples a dirty glare.

They weren’t looking at them particularly, but at their feet.

Sumi swooped in, eyes worried as she whispered, “Papa, did you have an accident?”

“What? No, I didn’t have an accident. I’m twenty-”

“It’s just… your legs are all wet and there’s a puddle under you,” she interrupted.

Katsuki and Izuku reeled away from each other, staring down between their bodies at the puddle beneath their feet. Izuku couldn’t understand how Katsuki hadn’t felt the wet, but he also couldn’t understand how there could be so much liquid and it not smell like urine.

Color drained from Katsuki’s face. “Katsumi, go get Cynthia and ask Shonetta to run to start the car,” he said slowly and deliberately.

“Why? Are you hurt?”

Was he hurt? Izuku was as lost as Sumi seemed to be, but Katsuki didn’t seem lost at all.

“No. Just tell them my water broke, okay, little monster?”

‘ My water broke .’ Izuku was suddenly far less lost, and both fear and excitement thrilled through him at the same time.

“Are you going to be okay?”

Katsuki seemed to struggle to smile. “I sure am, little monster. Just go tell your godmothers that okay. Tell them to be quick.” His fingers tightened exponentially on Izuku’s forearms, and as soon as Sumi darted away, he spat, “You just had to open your fucking mouth, didn’t you, Deku?” Unbidden tears spilled passed his lashes. “I fucking told you I hadn’t finished yet. Now, he’s coming and-”

Izuku cupped Katsuki’s cheeks in his hands, quickly wiping away the tears. “It’s okay, Kacchan. He’s a little early, but it’ll be okay. It’s not ideal, but we’ve got Cynthia and Shonetta, and everything went well when you had Katsumi here. It’ll be alright.”

“I know that,” Katsuki grit out, eyes squeezed shut, “But so many things can go wrong with a preemie. I just want him to come out healthy and happy. What if-”

Izuku tapped Katsuki’s cheek lightly. “Hey, none of that now. No ‘what ifs’. Taiyo is going to be just fine, alright, but we’ve got to get him here first.”

After another few seconds of just breathing and couples staring at them in concern, Katsuki opened his eyes. He was back to himself, the same hero who had faced down more villains than a lot of heroes could even boast about. With steel in his eyes, he muttered, “Get ready. I’m going to end up breaking your fingers tonight. I broke Best Jeanist’s last time.”

Izuku laughed, and then Cynthia was at their sides.

…..

Taiyo came into the world in the early hours of Christmas morning, and was almost immediately whisked away to the preemie ICU. They hadn’t even allowed Katsuki or Izuku to scent him before.

Now, with Katsuki fitfully sleeping under the sedative they’d had to administer to make sure he wouldn’t come after them, Izuku sat in silence. At first, he’d busied himself with making the phone calls he needed to. One to Inko, to Mitsuki and Masaru, to their agencies to inform them of what had happened so they would know that not only would they miss their flight, but also they’d be immediately beginning maternity/paternity leave. The last calls he made were to Ochako and Kirishima.

Hearing their voices, so cheerful and encouraging, made tears slip down his cheeks and words difficult as he explained to them the situation so far.

They both said the same thing. “Don’t worry, Deku, everything is going to be fine. Taiyo is going to be fine.”

He wasn’t so sure the longer he sat there without a baby in his arms. He didn’t even have Sumi there to hold, Shonetta and Cynthia taking her home and telling him to call when he finally had word on Taiyo. So, he sat and fidgeted and stressed and cried at the side of Katsuki’s bed. Eventually, he just crawled in next to him and snuggled close.

What felt like hours later, Katsuki began mumbling and shifting, eyelashes fluttering as the sedatives wore off. “Zuku. Zuku. Izuku,” he panted, eyes struggling to open, “Alpha- where’s my pup?” His fingers curled around Izuku’s already bruised digits again, grip slowly growing stronger as he came out of the drug induced stupor. “Where’s my pup? Alpha!”

Izuku sat up in the bed, quickly reaching to incline the head so Katsuki wouldn’t have to move. After jabbing his thumb into the call button, he settled back against the bed and ran shaky fingers through Katsuki’s sweat sticky spikes. “D-don’t worry. They’re just making sure he’s healthy. I’m sure they’re almost done.”

“I want my baby,” Katsuki whispered weakly, turning his nose into Izuku’s neck. He breathed out shakily, grip calming if only marginally.

“Me too. I called the nurse. I’m sure she has an update.”

When the nurse pushed opened the door, tugging a bassinet in behind her with the doctor in on the other side, it was deathly silent. There was no smile on either of their faces, and Izuku’s stomach dropped at the silence.

He could smell Taiyo. Spearmint and brown sugar. There wasn’t anything off about it, but the expressions on the doctor and nurse’s faces told a different story.

‘ Pup. Scent. Hold. Protect. Need to scent. Pup. ’ Izuku swallowed against his alpha’s rising aggravation.

“I want my baby,” Katsuki said immediately, struggling to push himself up straighter and reaching out his arms towards the bassinet, “Now.”

“Mr. Dynamight, we need to discuss something first-” the doctor started, but Katsuki wasn’t going to let him finish.

He snarled, loud and harsh, all protective omega mother. “Give me my fucking baby before I get out of this bed and hurt someone. You didn’t even let me scent him before you took him. You didn’t let me touch him or feed him. Give me my goddamn baby.”

The nurse and doctor exchanged a glance, but after a moment, the nurse carefully lifted the abnormally silent bundle into her arms and brought him to the bedside. Hesitantly, she passed him over.

Katsuki and Izuku reached for him at the same time, bringing him in close between their two bodies. His eyes were closed, but he snuffled quietly as if he could smell them as well. There was wispy blond hair on the top of his head, and when his eyelids fluttered, there was the barest glimpse of color. Newborn baby blue eyes.

Tears tracked down Izuku’s face as he pressed a kiss to Taiyo’s forehead and then Katsuki’s temple.

“Help me get this stupid gown open,” Katsuki muttered as he shifted Taiyo closer to his chest. Taiyo made a soft barely audible sound, tiny nostrils flaring as Izuku and Katsuki got him flush against Katsuki’s chest. It only took him a moment to latch onto the offered nipple. “Why was that so much easier than with Sumi?”

The doctor cut in before they could continue on ignoring the pair. “Mr. Dynamight, Mr. Deku, please, if I could have a moment of your time. This is very important.”

“More important than me feeding my pup?” Katsuki asked, voice saccharine as he smiled up at the doctor.

The doctor swallowed, but nodded and forged forward. “I need to discuss your options with you. I know that you two are very busy pro-heroes with one child already.”

“What situation are we talking about?” Izuku asked, “You failed to mention what the problem was when you took him from us. I understand that you had to make sure he was healthy, and I appreciate the good work you’ve already done for us, but if something’s wrong, we should have been told immediately. Not hours after the fact.”

Looking chastened and rather aggrieved, the doctor nodded. “Yes, but this is a rather delicate subject. We weren’t sure how, uh…” He cleared his throat, eyes flickering toward Katsuki.

“How I would react? Is that what you were going to say?” Katsuki sneered, mouth cutting a razor sharp line. “You think anything is going to make me not want my pup, is that it? Full offense, but you don’t fucking know anything about me. So tell me what you’re so worried I’m going to react badly over.”

Swallowing again, the doctor cleared his throat. Worry and fear pierced straight through his scent when before Izuku hadn’t even been able to smell the alpha. Katsuki really was marvel. “Your baby was born with a birth defect known as spina bifeda. Do you know what that is?” Katsuki and Izuku didn’t answer, eyes now trained solely on the doctor. Clearing his throat for a second time, he gave a brief explanation before saying, “From the tests we’ve run, we have determined that it’s not a severe case. His brain seems fully functional, no sign of water.”

“But?” Katsuki snapped.

“But... it seems the mobility of his legs is non-existent. As he grows older, the condition may worsen or it may remain the same. What we know for sure at this moment is that he’ll never walk normally. There’s only so much our healers can do, but if the nervous system just didn’t develop correctly…” The doctor trailed off, looking between the two silent heroes. “He is going to need a lot of care, more than two pro-heroes may be able to give him. There are resources-”

“Shut up.” The doctor went silent with a clack of teeth, and Katsuki sighed, running a finger over Taiyo’s chubby cheek. “Not even you’re normal, baby. Sorry, but you’ll fit right in. Between the four of us, we’ve got three legs, six and a half arms, three sets of working ears and four pairs of eyes. Welcome to this dysfunctional family. Merry Christmas, you little heathen.”

Izuku was sure he’d never been more in love with Katsuki than in that moment. Laughing quietly, he asked, “I get everything else, but why six and a half arms? I’ve still got both of mine.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, not looking up from Taiyo. “Yeah, and one of them barely functions. Hence, half.”

“Okay.” Izuku pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek before turning to look back at the gawking doctor and nurse. “When can we take him home? Also, when can we get on a plane? We eventually have to go back to Japan.”

They could only sputter.

…..

“Katsumi Bakugou-Midoriya, you are not taking your brother on to the jungle gym. He’s too small right now. Bring him to me.”

With a huff, Sumi turned on a heel and returned to Katsuki and Izuku where they were sitting on the park bench with Kirishima and Mina. Their little boy, a few years younger than Sumi, pouted impatiently at the swings while Sumi very carefully unstrapped Taiyo and his papoose from her front.

“I know you want to include your brother in everything, but you have to wait for him to get bigger. It’s going to be a while before he can really play with you, alright?” Katsuki explained patiently, holding Taiyo up so Izuku could remove his papoose and sat him in his lap. Taiyo waved his fists, but had yet to kick out. Just as the doctor had said, Taiyo seemed to have no control over his legs, though he could still feel pain. After returning to Japan, they’d immediately started him on neuro-therapy, but they had no illusions that he’d ever walk normally. Now, they just planned for what they could do for him instead.

Sumi leaned in to press a kiss to Taiyo’s nose, and he crinkled his crimson eyes at her before batting at her with a closed fist. She laughed, dancing back with a whirl of skirts. “I understand. I’ll play with him when we get home then.” Spinning, she tore off across the playground and tackled her friend to the woodchips.

Mina laughed, phone at eye level as she recorded the entire debacle. “Yeah, that’s your guys’ child. Poor, Dai.”

Kirishima sighed, though happily, running a hand through his ever lengthening red hair. “Honestly.” He cut eyes towards the trio as Katsuki began to bounce Taiyo on his knee, the baby babbling nonsense the entire time. Reaching over, he allowed Taiyo to grip at his fingers. “You know, a lot of people are surprised. I keep trying to explain it, but no one ever believes Chako or me.”

“Hah? About what?” Katsuki asked, glancing away from Sumi to throw Kirishima a scowl.

“You know, that you kept Taiyo.”

“Yeah, even after all this time there are people who thought you’d give him up for adoption or something for being disabled,” Mina interjected, leaning around Kirishima to get her eyes on him, “I know you’ve been staying away from the news and stuff while you’re still on leave, but some of the headlines are absolute bonkers. When they ask me about it in interviews, I tell them straight up that everyone’s being an idiot.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, eyelashes fluttering spectacularly, and Izuku sighed. “That would be kind of hypocritical of us, considering,” Izuku said, glancing at Sumi’s legs, bare metal because she’d refused to put on the synthetic skin or leggings that morning. “But that’s besides the point.”

“I mean,” Kirishima started, mouth skewing, “I don’t think they ever doubted you’d want to keep him, Deku.”

“And I’ll tell those vultures the exact same thing I told the doctor,” Katsuki interjected before Izuku had a chance to speak, “People don’t know fuck all about me.” He dropped his eyes back to the baby in his lap. “Taiyo was the best Christmas present I could have ever gotten. The only people who need to know that are the four of us. Everyone else can shove their opinions.”

Izuku felt heat press against his eyes, and he dropped his forehead against Katsuki’s shoulder as Mina laughed and said, “You’ve gotten soft in your motherhood, Kats.”

Instead of his usual response, Izuku heard Katsuki say, “Yeah, probably.”

Izuku laughed happily against his shoulder, grinning like the in-love fool he was.

[queensparklekitten]

Been scrolling through @minecraftheadcanons for ages and now i’m thinking about players raised by illagers and, to a lesser extent, the human rights violations committed in trading halls

“Hey Sumi! There you are!” 

At the mention of the name she went by, the player looked up from where she was sitting, at the top floor of the outpost.

 “Hey Argo! What’s up?” 

“So. There’s going to be a raid on a village soon, and you’re coming!” 

Sumi jumped up. “No way. You’re kidding! How did they find the village?” 

“Some of us are tailing a player we ran across recently. They haven’t seen us yet, but they will when they lead us right to a village and we strike!” 

“Oh my god, I’m going to be in a raid! Can I go in as soon as possible?” 

“Of course you can!” 

“Oh yeah, by the way. Got any ideas on when this will be? I want to know if I have time to go mining a little, look for some diamonds. I want a diamond sword for the raid.” 

Argo gestured to the iron sword Sumi had on her, glittering with enchantment. “I’d say with the enchantments you’ve got on that thing, you don’t need a diamond sword.” 

“I suppose. Oh yeah, one more question. Can I blow up the buildings?” 

Argo paused at that one. She knew Sumi had been taught to conquer and be unafraid to kill, but she’d never seen anyone want to set off explosives in a raid before. 

“That could hurt some of us, though... I’ll ask the higher-ups, and if they say no, stick to arson.” 

“Sounds fair.” 

Two days later, the horn resounded. The first wave went ahead, and Sumi geared up. 

“I’ve got food, arrows, armor, some blocks, a little TNT, and my flint and steel. I think I’m ready.” 

The raiders arrived at the village, all holding crossbows and axes high. All except for one raider, different than the others, with long midnight blue hair and a smaller nose than those around her, short red dress concealed by a diamond chestplate and iron helmet, leggings, and boots, all shimmering with enchantment. The helmet in particular had gold accents on it, purely for aesthetic purposes; Sumi had crafted it herself and decided why not. 

The horn sounded and the second wave charged. 

Sumi ran through the village, searching for a completely wooden building to torch, a villager or an iron golem to kill-

“Look, a player! Think she’s here to save us?” 

Sumi turned to where she heard the villager. 

There. In that little house. 

Sumi opened the bright orange door to find two villagers hiding inside, crouched underneath the window. 

“Player! Have you come to fight off the illagers?” 

Sumi took a step closer to them and began to laugh. 

“Now just why would I fight my family?” 

The closest villager had no time to react before Sumi stabbed him twice. Almost as fast, she tore out her sword and turned to face where the other one had been a minute ago. 

Sumi saw them running out the door, and had to laugh at their idiocy. Did they really think it was any safer outside? 

No matter. She had blood to spill. She charged after the villager and swung her sword, managing to land a hit, the enchantments on the sword knocking them forwards and causing them to fall onto the ground. 

“I’ll give you one chance to join us. Take a crossbow and prove that you can use it against the wretched scum of this village, and you can live.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Your loss.” Sumi finished off the villager and ran through the village to find her next target. 

The first thing she noticed was Loika was on a roof and there was an iron golem staring up at them. 

“Ooh, sniping them from the roof? Good one!” 

“I’ve shot this golem like 6 times and it’s not going down! Is there a ravager here yet?” 

“I don’t see one. They’re probably on their way with one, though.” 

“Great, because this golem’s already taken out two or three of us-” 

Sumi dropped her sword. “Wait, WHAT?” 

“Yeah. It got Blaine and Ori.” 

Sumi didn’t pick up her sword for a minute. More dead. She knew there was a risk, she’d been there when they’d honored illagers who had fallen during raids, she’d had a vindicator tell her about how they’d died in one of the best ways one could die, but to actually be in a raid with casualties on the wrong side... 

“Everyone back up!” 

Sumi pulled out a block of TNT and placed it next to the iron golem. After checking to make sure there was no cats nearby, she lit the TNT and ran. 

The explosion went up behind her, decimating the entire building. Not much of a building, just a small yellow clay house, but the iron golem didn’t make it out in time. 

Loika just stood there, staring at the crater where there was once a house. 

“Whoa.” 

Just then, a horn sounded. 

Argo ran into the village, alongside some others Sumi recognized from the mansion, a witch she didn’t recognize, and an enormous ravager that would certainly have destroyed that iron golem had Sumi not gotten to it first. 

Loika lowered their crossbow. “Well, I’m going to go see the witch, I kind of just had to jump off a roof so I wouldn’t get blown up.” 

While Loika was regenerating, Sumi went looking for another target. 

“Hey Sumi! How’s the raid going!” 

Sumi turned and looked at Argo next to her. 

“It’s going great! I killed two villagers and blew up a house-” 

“And she destroyed the iron golem before the ravager even showed up!” 

“Yes, I also made that monster pay.” 

Argo high-fived her. “Oop! Villagers, 9-o-clock!” 

Sumi turned to where Argo had just pointed them out, running out of a building that had had its door broken down by a vindicator. “I call the one with the black apron!” 

She was about to use her sword, but as the villager ran away over the wooden bridge, she had a better idea. 

A pair of pillagers paused to watch as Sumi set fire to the block on which the villager stood. 

This guy was a mason, huh? How utterly worthless. Well, at least they’d served one purpose in their so-called life: entertaining her as they burned to death, running around in a desperate panic, trying to get rid of the flames, never making it to the water before they died. 

As Sumi continued what had turned into an arson spree, she didn’t even notice that the raiders who had arrived alongside her had left to restock on ammunition or that new raiders had arrived until a witch asked her if she needed a healing potion. 

“Uh, no thanks, I’m good.” 

“You’re... certainly destructive.” 

“It’s a talent of mine.” 

“Well, if you want to keep using that TNT I hear you brought, better hurry, we’ve almost won!” 

At that, Sumi felt a rush of excitement. They’d almost won the raid! 

No more time to talk. After all, what was the use of blowing up a village if none of its residents were alive to witness what they deserved? 

Sumi found another mostly-clay building. She didn’t see any villagers, but the two she’d taken out earlier were hiding under windows, so it wasn’t out of the question they were hiding. 

“Everyone back up, I’m setting off explosives!” 

Sumi placed TNT around the red clay house, before lighting it up. This time, she didn’t look away. Why would she, when she could watch the house and the nearby farm and some gray and orange wood building be reduced to dust? 

As the explosions finished, however, Sumi did regret not standing back further; even if the blast didn’t kill her, she still had smoke in her face- 

“Villager!” 

Sumi looked up. Villager? Where? 

Then she saw it running. White fabric over red, trying to make it to the one completely untouched building in the village, doomed to fail. 

Hers. 

Sumi took off like a baby zombie after the villager, sword in hand. She could see it already, the look in his eyes when he realized he may as well have already died, the celebration afterwards, maybe she could even take any stuff he had on him? 

As she walked up the stairs to the building he’d run into, several other raiders followed. Looks like they’d already gotten rid of all the others. 

“Where are you hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiding!!!” called Sumi in a singsong voice. “Come on out! You can’t hide forever!” 

Movement next to some block she couldn’t tell the purpose of by looking. 

There. 

As she and her family closed in, Sumi took in this villager. Glasses, book looking hat- wait. 

“Guys, wait, don’t kill him yet, I need to see something.” 

“What’s this?” 

Sumi lowered her sword. “Show me what enchanting books you have.” 

“Uh, I can pay you for paper, or I can get you Mending-” 

“Perfect. Guys, don’t kill this one.” 

A vindicator Sumi didn’t remember the name of stepped forwards. “What do you mean, don’t kill this one?” 

“I mean he sells a rare treasure enchantment that can make our stuff unbreakable. We should take him back to the outpost or mansion, keep him in a cage or dungeon, and make him give us Mending books.” 

The vindicator nodded. “Not a bad idea, but how will we make him cooperate?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I have some ideas.” 

Sumi knew zombie villagers could be cured. And if illagers who committed major infractions were turned into ravagers as punishment, a villager who refused to cooperate could be turned into a zombie. Then he’d be brought back, and all she needed to do was make it clear she could easily do this for as long as she needed to until she got cheap enchantment books. As she explained this, she couldn’t help but to make eye contact with her new villager, savor every minute of the terror on his face as she detailed what the rest of his life would be like. 

“A round or two of being turned into the mindless monster he fears so much, in what must be a painful manner, and he’ll be practically giving us enchantments for free. We can use the iron from the golem and the loot chests in the anvil to enchant everything we have.” 

“We had the right idea taking you in.” 

Sumi stepped out of the building as the villager got tied up and took in the destruction she’d caused. 

The center of the village was one giant crater. A few acacia stairs floating in the air were the only indication there had ever been buildings there. Further on, cracked glass panes were the only sign that wooden houses had once stood where there was now nothing but burnt ground. And flames, everywhere in the village, on almost every building she’d gotten near. 

A celebratory cheer came from within the crowd, and soon more mimicked it, some even doing a victory dance. 

Sumi could not help but to dance herself. 

While she was dancing, one of her best friends walked up to her, carrying arrows picked up from the ground. 

“Wow. You were vicious out there. I’ve never seen someone do this level of destruction.” 

“That’s TNT for you! You were great out there by the way, I saw that kill you got!” 

“Thanks! You too!” 

“So, I suppose we’re looting the chests now, huh. Hey, bet you I can find an emerald before you do!” 

“Oh, it’s on.” 

[meigh-day]

Breathing Lilies (Tendou x Reader) - Part 6

Here is Part 6. Hope you enjoy this Tendou focused chapter. Also, “The Girl” finally has a name...

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Title: Breathing Lilies

Characters: Tendou/Ushijima/OC Students/F!Reader

Includes: Hanahaki Disease, Angst

Status: Complete

Word Count: 1.6k

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"Dammit Tendou!!" Goshiki grumbled petulantly as he watched the ball leisurely roll by his feet.

"Awe. Cheer up man." Tendou peered through the net at his teammate. "If you really want to be the ace you'll have to get through me." The way he said it. You'd almost take that as a threat but they knew it wasn't. It was simply a challenge. Goshiki wanted to surpass Ushijima some day and Tendou was happy to encourage him in his own way.

"Hmph...whatever. Let's clean up." Despite how sullen he was acting, the black haired boy felt inspired. He would keep trying, if only to see the shock on Tendou's face when he spiked a balk right past him.

Once the gym was put back in order and they'd said their goodbyes, Tendou and Ushijima found themselves together on the walk back towards the dorm.

"Wakatoshi..."

"Hm?"

Satori slowed his face, glancing over at his friend before continuing his thought.

"Is something wrong with Y/N?"

Ushijima kept his expression neutral but was pleased to hear he was starting to notice.

"Did she say something?"

"Well, she kinda got mad at me the other day." Here he paused, thinking about what you had said and, when prompted by his stoic faced friend, explained.

"I didn't get it as first but I think I'm starting to..." Again he paused, looking thoughtful doe a moment. "But, it wasn't just that. She seemed...off... I could feel her shaking and I mean I know she was mad...but I just don't think that was why. You must have noticed something's wrong with her too, right?"

"Yes." Wakatoshi stopped, their already slow pace halting completely. "You should talk to her. It might take some serious convincing on your part but...she needs you." It was just a tiniest trace of a hint, just a little encouragement to push in in the right direction. He was willing to try and give this a chance. One chance, before he took things into his own hands.

Tendou found his friends statement a little perplexing but it also didn't make him feel better. It seemed like Wakatoshi knew more than he was letting on but Tendou also knew there was no power in this wide world that could make his friend talk. If Ushijima was going to tell him whatever it was, he simply would have told him.

"I'll do or say whatever I need to, to get her to listen to me...."

The following day Tendou stood anxiously in the corridor near your class, his beady red eyes peeled just waiting for his moment to pounce. He was going to be relentless, he'd drag you off against your will if he had to. It didn't matter if you hit him or yelled at him or ever cried, he wasn't going to let you do until he'd coaxed it out5 of you.

"Uh...Tendou..." He spun around and came face to face with 'her'.

"Oh, hey Sumi." A smile greeted her as he looked down at her but she didn't return it. Instead she signed and motioned for him to follow her.

"Can this wait? I was waiting for Y/N...need to talk to her." He took a few hesitant steps forward, glancing around the hallway hoping to catch sight of you.

"No. I'm sorry but it can't. It has something to do with her actually...please."

He offered her a quiet nod and followed her into the closet empty room. Once inside, and she was sure the two of you were alone, Sumi let out a sigh, facing away towards the windows. All night she had thought long and hard about what she had done and what she had seen. To say she felt guilty just didn't cover it. People had called her selfish in the past and they had every right to do so. It wasn't that she was unfeeling but until now the only consequences of her actions had been hurt feelings or maybe some tears. This time, her self-centered actions were on the verge of costing someone their life. She hated herself for it.

"I made a mistake. I lied to you about..everything."

"What..are you talking about?"

"I...was never really interested in going out with you. Honestly, I wanted to try and get closer to Ushijima so I pretended to like you."

She tried to keep her voice even as she spoke. It was the first time she'd ever had to come face to face with what a shitty person she was. Her gaze in the windows caught the reflection of his face and his expression just cemented that fact even further.

Tendou looked absolutely crushed. He could have handled it if she had said he just wanted her type or that she didn't feel the same. But to find out he more or less meant nothing to her, well it made him feel insignificant.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me. I hope you never do but I am hoping to try to fix what I've done to Y/N."

"Y/N?" That got his attention. Amidst the swirling pool of emotions he was falling into, hurt by the cruelty of the girl before him had inflicted, it was all put on hold when she said your name. If Sumi had been heartless to him, he could only imagine what she might have done to you.

"What did you do to her?" His voice was low and heated, the harsh tone making her flinch away.

"I just...If it wasn't for me...If I'd left you alone...she might not have gotten sick."

That..was not what he was expecting. Tendou was ready for her to say she had said something horrible to her or bullied her in someway...not that she had made her sick.

"I...What?...How?"

Sumi sighed, you hadn't told him. Not that she was overly surprised. This wasn't her first time dealing with someone who had this disease.

"Tendou, I don't know what you and Y/N mean to each other..." She paused for a moment. "It really isn't my place to tell you..."

He listened to her hesitant words, a cold unease settling into the pit of his stomach.

"Please Sumi. What's wrong with her?" Satori's voice came out softer, the anger replaced with apprehension. The way she looked back at him, sympathy in her eyes, made him feel ill.

"She has Hanahaki."

"Hana....haki?" The name sounded familiar but he'd only heard it in passing. Though what he has heard was not pleasant.

"No. No that can't be right." He shakes his head in denial. "You..you're wrong. People only get that when....and...and we....I.."

"I know this is a lot to take in right now Tendou. I am, unfortunately, all too familiar with it. Hard to mistake it when you see someone coughing up flower petals and..." Sumi stop short, not wanting to finish her thought.

"And what?" He had to know. He needed to know what was wrong and he needed to know the truth. This was nothing like the things he had imagined might be bothering you. It was so much worse.

"...blood." Sumi let out a shaky sigh, averting her gaze. "My sister had it too. It was...awful."

Tendou ran a hand through his hair, his heart racing. He needed to know more so, for now, he put aside what she had done to him so he could focus on finding out more to help you.

"Your sister...did she get better?"

"No." Sumi crossed her arms along her chest as she thought back. " You'd be surprised by how many people choose to wait and hope. Instead of getting it removed my sister kept it. She loved them so deeply and couldn't bear to lose any memories they had made, including her feelings for them."

Silence. For several long seconds they stood there, neither of them saying a thing. Tendou's mind was racing. How long had you been sick and why hadn't you told him? Part of him felt hurt and sad you hadn't come to him. Though he could only imagine how hard this had been for you and he knew you well enough that he was certain you only did this to spare him more pain. Like Ushijima, he wished you would rely on him more and not try to do so much alone. Tendou wanted to be someone you could depend on, someone you would come to for help. He wanted you to let him help you shoulder your troubles.

"What...happened to her?" It was a pretty shitty question to ask under normal circumstances but he needed to know if there was any hope and Sumi's feelings didn't matter right now. She glanced back over at him, her lips pressing into a line before falling into a frown.

"She died. The roots kept spreading and the flowers bloomed and grew until they suffocated her." Her voice trembled as she spoke but she didn't care that you had asked. Honestly, she was willing to do whatever it took to help you. Hoping she could give you a chance to live, hoping you didn't meet the same end as her sister.

"Tendou, do you really only think of Y/N as a friend?" She paused for a moment, her thoughts wandering. "When I watched the two of you, I honestly didn't think this fucked up plan I had stood a chance. You guys just looked like you were...together. And the way you look at each other..." Sumi paused, an imagine in her head stilling. Even before she had decided to enact her malicious plan, she had seen the two of you almost everyday and couldn't help wishing someone would look at her the way he looked at you.

"You look at her like you're watching a sunset." Tears began to gather at the edges of her eyes.

" I hate what I've done to you...to her." Sumi could never go back and change the things she had done but she was going to try and make amends, starting with you. As she turns to go, Tendou stops her with one final question.

"Can I actually save her?"

"That all depends on you."

[milks-writings]

Outta my head

literally kind of based on the song "outta my head" by Sumi. I really love this song sm sdofgva 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Bokuto Kōtarō x f! Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fluff fluff fluff

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.174

Outta my head

I hated this.

Trying to study, but the owl kid always plops into my head.

Every time, everywhere.

I hated this.

Not him though...

Can you imagine how annoying this is?

I didn‘t notice, but suddenly in the middle of class, my head banged against the table. Only the people around me heard it, and Bokuto immediately turned his head to me, looking at me.

„what's wrong?“

It‘s your fault!

„I hate this all“ I mumbled, rubbing my forehead in frustration. Only if he knew how I felt about him…

A small laugh came from where he sat. „I also hate maths“ he seemed to reassure. Yet that didn‘t help at all.

„yeah, maths is what I was talking about“ I agreed, but it came probably off really suspicious. „are you really fine (l/n)?“ he asked after seeing my troubled expression, keeping his voice low like before. I wasn‘t fine, totally not.

„I am, don‘t worry Bokuto!“ I reassured him. Too loud. The teacher gave me a glare so I got quiet.

Only after class, we got into a proper conversation.

„do you understand this?“ He asked with a small sulk, seeming not to understand it.

„I didn‘t listen“

„huh?“

You were all the time in my head, even though you were sitting beside me. That‘s what was too annoying.

I wanted to say this so badly, but something stopped me right there.

„so you don‘t understand either?“

„no airhead, I don‘t!“ I playfully punched his shoulder, in a gentle way.

„hey, only Kuroo calls me like that“ he sulked again, but in a playful way this time. „now I do too“

This buff looking guy was way sweeter than he looked like.

„meanie“ he playfully mumbled under his breath, making me gasp. „I am not mean, you are!“

We were back to our causal conversations, those childish once. Those I loved and adored. I could only make those conversations with him.

„So you really don‘t understand maths?“

„I already told you, silly!“

---

In already a few minutes, we arrived at the hall he usually had volleyball practice in.

„I gotta go now, “ he said and I nodded „I know“

„you wanna join?“

„no gotta do maths“

„you don‘t even understand maths!“

„Good point...“

In the end, I agreed on watching him, maybe also cheering on him to not get him into his emo-mode again.

Entering the hall with him, he greeted everyone in there and I did too. Due to always being around this owl, I knew everyone and everyone knew me.

„You will only cheer at me today, not on Akaashi like the last time!“ he complained like a little child, making me smile. „We will see“ I replied, in a slightly teasing manner.

I would only cheer on him this time if this made him happy.

Placing my bag down next to the benches, I took a seat on them and looked over at the team. They would be practicing alone again, meaning I had actually no reason to cheer at him. But I would still do if he would do anything well. Someone had to keep his good mood up, and I would feel awfully bad not doing so.

And once again, I couldn‘t get him out of my head.

I was definitely in love with him.

And I had to tell him sometime, or else I will never stop thinking about him.

---

After practice, he insisted to walk me home.

Perfect chance to tell him about my feelings.

„I did great today!“ He said, smiling proudly. „yeah, but Akaashi was also pretty good today“ I agreed, smiling teasingly.

„Hey, we agreed that you were only allowed to cheer on me!“ He complained like a small child which made me laugh. „I was kidding. But-“ I stopped walking, looking behind me. „you live in the opposite direction, are you sure you want to walk me home? I don‘t want to-“

He cut me off.

„I won‘t let you walk home alone in the darkness!“ he smiled and pulled me closer, ruffling my hair „someone has to take care of you shorty“ „I am not short, you are just tall!“ With a small pout, I pushed him dramatically away. „yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night“

„but won‘t your parents be worried about-“

„no worries, I will tell them I walked home a girl. They will be surely proud“

a smile plastered on my lips.

Cute.

„Okay, thanks for walking me home then.“  He nodded and pulled me close, once more to ruffle my hair. „of course, anything“ he cheerfully cheered, making me laugh and trying to fix my hair.

„Once you walked me home I can get you some cookies for your way back home“

„sounds great!“ He smiled a little and let again go from me, obviously liking the thought of cookies.

Damn, I really love him.

The walk back seemed to end much quicker than I thought. Already after a few minutes, I was in front of my door, already missing him. „wait here!“ I told him, rushing into the kitchen where I got some cookies out and gave him them.

„Thanks!“ He already took one bite, then waved at me. „see you tomorrow, (y/n)!“

„Yeah, see you!“ Waving back, I watched him leave.

I already miss him, and once again, I couldn‘t get him out of my head. After not seeing him anymore I closed the door behind me, then put in his number in my phone to call him. And he picked up right away. „already miss me, huh?“ he asked, with a muffled laugh, obviously eating the cookies I gave him.

„Yeah“ my voice sounded kind of relieved after hearing him.

I did really miss him.

„Alright, we can keep the call then. I won‘t hang up“ he told me, and I could literally hear him smile.

But still, even with his presence here, I couldn‘t think of something else than him.

„Hey“ I woke his attention, making him ‚mh‘

„oh, by the way, your cookies are great, did you make them?“ he asked cheerfully, laughing a little which made me chuckle „no airhead, I gave you Oreos!“ „oh“

He was still cute.

„I wanted to tell you something, but I guess I got really distracted“

„oh really? You can tell me now!“

Yeah, I will tell him now. Not seeing his handsome face makes it easier to confess.

„You know…“ I had no idea how to tell him. Suddenly my whole mind went blank, and I forgot even my name.

„All I do is think about you“

It just slipped out.

„I really like you, Bokuto Kōtarō“

It was quiet on the other side.

Now I really messed up.

„I mean-“ he quickly cut me off.

„I also really like you, (y/n)“

…

„but Akaashi is still better“ I playfully added, making him almost choke.

„We already talked about this topic, (y/n)!“

Yes, I really loved those childish conversations.

But even after confessing, he was always in my mind.

[kny-secret-santa2019]

from: @panravenc

to: @gardenofdreams-fanwriter

a/n: hey!! so the admin paired me up with you and i came up with this little drabble which i hope you like! merry christmas and have a good day! also!! i made the reader gender-neutral, just in case, so enjoy!

snowdrop noons, shinobu kochou.

You had always known that dating Shinobu wasn’t going to be easy. She was a Pillar, and between that and managing the Butterfly Estate, the woman didn’t have much time to spare. But while that was a truth you couldn’t deny, you were also certain that your girlfriend put just as much effort in the relationship as you did.

Because Shinobu always had some minutes to make small talk about your day, or about hers, and whenever she made or modified some poison her eyes lit up and you were the first to know about it.

Because Shinobu was always angry, and she trusted you enough to show you that, and most of all—she was safe with you enough to calm herself down whenever you were around.

(Shinobu raged, she knew that, but she also felt—and around you, those emotions she always kept so carefully tugged under her anger slipped away. She loved it.)

(She loved you.)

But the last few days had been taxing, you had gone on what turned out to be a difficult mission and although it had been successful, you were aware of how close to death you had been. The demon you had encountered was everything but weak, and though you weren’t at the level of the Pillars, you were strong on your own and managed to kill it just in time.

Returning to the Butterfly Estate, you marvelled at the snow—at how it covered the road, at how soft it was, at how the cold snowdrops felt in your skin. The scenery was beautiful, and you suddenly wished for Shinobu to be there with you.

With a tug on your lips, you realized it might just become true, for you were only a few hours away from home.

Once you entered in the place you called home, you noticed Naho, Kiyo and Sumi staring at you.

The three looked at each other and smiled. “Welcome home!”

“I’m home,” you said, returning their smiles.

Aoi appeared not even a few seconds later, rushing and without looking at you. “Is Kocho-sensei’s partner home already?”

She appeared worried, and in turn, you started to worry too. “Aoi-chan, is there something wrong?”

“Kocho-sensei hasn’t left her study since the day you left,” she said a bit hurried. “But now that you’re here she should be okay.”

Ah, yes— you were fairly used to the bad habits your girlfriend picked up whenever you weren’t looking: she worked herself to the bone, between others such as forgetting to eat and underestimating just how much not taking breaks could do to a person.

(Breaks were necessary. Shinobu knew that, because Shinobu was a medicine expert and had treated more people than you could remember, and yet—)

You sighed, a tiny smile breaking your stern facade, and gently petted Aoi’s head. “Thank you for telling me,” then you petted the sisters’ heads. “And you too, of course.”

Marching down the corridors of the Estate, mission clear on your mind, you knocked on her study’s door. “It’s me,” you sing-sang. “Am I allowed?”

You heard someone tripping and various things falling, and while it amused you greatly to know your always-composed girlfriend was stumbling because of your voice, it worried you a bit too—Shinobu had the tendency of experimenting with poisons, and you didn’t want her hurt.

The door opened leaving you with the sight of a rather dishevelled Shinobu.

She was a mess.

(And oh, how adorable she was.)

“Missed me?” You asked, teasing.

She nodded and smiled, and hugged you right after it. You melted.

Oh my god, she’s adorable, she’s too gorgeous— how did I ever get her to date me?,were the thoughts that ran through your mind in that specific moment.

At the same time, you ran your fingers through her hair, and noticed how her muscles relaxed just by being in your embrace. Or rather, by you being in hers. But she can’t sleep now or she won’t rest in the night, you thought rightly.

Well, then.

You separated from her, leaving a trail of short kisses against her skin. Once you were face to face again, you looked at her dead in the eyes and said: “You, me, snowman, now.”

Her eyes widened with surprise, and she let out a choked laugh while her cheeks gained a rose pink you were delighted to see. It was always your pleasure to cause such reactions in your girlfriend, after all.

“Alright. But we cu—,” she coughed, her cheeks blooming a bright red. “We cuddle afterwards.”

You kissed her forehead before smiling, your eyes sparkling with joy at being with her once more. “Of course,” and to seal the deal, you kissed her right on the lips, firmly and decisive, like there was no other place for yours to belong except in between hers.

(Later, you would make a snowman, and Aoi, Naho, Kiyu and Sumi would make another, and Shinobu would make it a competition because even if at first glance it didn’t seem like it, she was a wildfire that couldn’t, wouldn’t be contained and loved to win.)

(Of course, you won.)

(Later than that, you both would cuddle while drinking hot chocolate under some blankets, and Shinobu would snuggle in your chest and you would sigh, sickeningly sweet because you loved the woman in your arms and she loved you back.)

(And much, much later you would fall asleep in each other’s arms, warm and loved and safe, and you would forget about demons until the next mission.)

(You loved Shinobu. And miraculously, sometimes desperately, she loved you back.)

(And that was enough.)

[sol-korolevas]

—haunted house tour, part i 

pairing: pillars x reader 

summary: it’s the season of the witch and you’re invited to take a tour of a haunted estate by your friends. 

warning: none

words: 2k+

note: a long overdue halloween fic that was originally a super spicy sanemi story with no plot whatsoever. then i decided to incorporate a few of the other pillars so a monster fic was born. i had so much fun writing this and there will be a part 2 coming soon so please enjoy! my inbox is open for requests. 

someone managed to convince everyone that the western tradition of halloween was a fun social event that could boost morals. while a fun event was an indisputable fact, you’re not quite sure if it will boost morals. for starters, the pillars themselves were partaking in the event as individual monsters they’ve picked out from a book that were imported from overseas. 

shinobu was in charge of decorating an empty estate, alongside aoi and the butterfly girls. however, shinobu wanted to be a witch, so during the evenings, you saw her wearing a large pointed hat that looked a bit big for her small head. from what sumi said, she even hand painted the marks of a witch onto her face. the craftsmanship was so well-done that you thought shinobu had contracted warts. 

“maybe i should paint something on your face too?” her soft voice couldn’t hide the vein that’s pushing upwards underneath the skin of her forehead. “you and everyone else who’ve asked me this question!” her lipstick-stained mouth twitched upward into a grin that hid malevolence underneath, causing you to shrink back and excuse yourself. 

when the night of the haunted house tour arrived, you were the only person who wanted to go as a single. everyone else went as groups of three or more. when tanjiro and his friends came out, you noticed the immediate reactions. while inosuke insisted on going inside so he could fight everyone, zenitsu was dragging him back, while crying over the horrors within the building. tanjiro, on the other hand, seemed to be the only one who enjoyed it. 

“where’s nezuko?” you asked, noticing the absence of the demon girl. 

“she’s part of the attraction with the others,” tanjiro replied, beaming with pride. “we got a good glimpse of her, but i think she’s trying a little too hard to be scary.” the last of tanjiro’s words came out in a whisper. he then waved at you, just as both inosuke and zenitsu started tugging at his arms. “you enjoy the house, okay?” 

once the butterfly girls came out, sniffling and laughing at the same time, it was your turn. you handed murata your ticket and he beckoned you in. 

the first thing you noticed was the sheer darkness of the interior, followed by the subtle scent of wisteria flowers flowing through the air. you knew that the estate was a bit far away from the other buildings, so they put wisteria incense around to deter potential demons from slipping in. according to the people who already went, the path was just a one-way destination. after you finish, you go around the building and collect a wisteria pouch for your trip down. 

when you enter the first room, you noticed that you’re face to face with a well placed in the very center. it didn’t look real enough to be one so you suppose it must be made from scratch materials. nothing else was in the room, though you notice a thin mist covering the bamboo floor. 

the only logical thing to do was to interact with the well. steeling yourself, you made your way up and gazed into it. 

“boo.” muichirou popped up, dressed in the clothing of the dead as he dropped a white ceramic plate onto the floor. he looked absolutely emotionless, perhaps even bored. when you didn’t react, he propped his chin on his arm and tilted his head. “strange,” he said softly, “everyone else was shocked and scared.” then, looking embarrassed, he sunk down into the well again. 

for a moment, you were left startled by the suddenness of muichirou’s appearance. you’ve never thought of him to be an easily embarrassed type, so you felt guilty for not pretending to be scared. you walked over to the well’s entrance, seeing him adjusting his accessories within the darkness, and said, “you did a good job!” there was silence, before you distinctly heard muichirou’s voice respond with a ‘thanks.’ 

moving on, you trudged through a hallway lit with lights behind partition doors. the way they made it look like some of the lights were floating, but you noticed the people behind, moving the lights themselves. shrugging, you continued until you felt someone pushing you into a room. “from now on, random monsters will come and try to scare ya!” the voice said, muffled by a fabric covering their entire face. 

and they were right, because for a short duration, multiple people covered in make up and cot sheets were jumping out from room and oddly placed furniture. they each attempted to grab at you, only for your hand to automatically come up and slap them lightly. soon, you began muttering more apologies than actually being scared. fortunately later on, the people started dwindling until you found yourself in another room. 

the second room you were in was lit with individual lights of orange, red, and yellow. someone had brought in thick wax candles that were carved to look like ghoulish faces. you also saw two fake western pumpkins perched behind a group of candles, no doubt the brainchild of someone from shinobu’s estate. despite the wisteria scent still hovering in the air, you noted a vague smell that lurked underneath. 

suddenly, mist poured forth in thick waves. a shape appeared, before it slowly lumbered over to you. their hands were stretched out, as if vying to grab hold of something. you then saw the paper talisman hanging off of their face and the mane of fiery hair underneath the hat. 

“rengoku?” 

your heart hammered with excitement as you watched rengoku amble towards you. a groan escaped his mouth, before he stopped, body frozen in mid-walk. “[name], you’re supposed to run around the room!” he quickly said in a whisper. then, he was back at walking, now hunching forward as he made his way around the room. frequently, he would shift his body towards you, but you stood there, stifling a laugh and body unable to move. 

instead, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around rengoku’s midsection, giggling. he froze then, arms sagging as he dropped his gaze to you. a faint breeze from your movement lifted a portion of the paper talisman upwards. through the tiny amount of light, you noticed that rengoku’s face was in shock—and if you dare to say—with darkening cheeks. but the shock coming from rengoku subsided and soon you felt two hands cupping your cheeks, gently lifting your head up. 

“you’re quite a troublesome victim, [name]!” he said, voice bright and cheerful as always. in response to his comment, you stuck your tongue out before waltzing back. 

“next time, i think you should be more fast and really grab someone!” you replied, holding your hands behind your back. “i wasn’t scared at all, not when you look so nice in that outfit.” 

rengoku laughed, but you knew he was feeling more than happy on the inside. he then waved at you, just as the lights flickered off. now, it was time for you to leave his room and move on to the next attraction. 

upon stepping into another corridor, you smelled the faint scent of something sweet. coupled with the wisteria scent that drifted through, it felt more like stepping into an oiran’s room. you also noticed that this hallway was a bit brighter than the last, with colorful decorations that were most liely imported from overseas, and some fake flowers that lined the walls. you pondered about staying here for a moment, just to gaze at everything, before you heard someone cough and whisper for you to go on to the next room. 

before you could slide open the door, mitsuri came out, dressed in fake ears and several fake fox tails. she was absolutely giddy about something, but it wasn’t her expression that caught your surprise. no, it was the desserts that were placed on a long table behind her. none of these desserts were the same and some were even new to you. 

“hello [name]! welcome to my banquet!” she said, holding your hand as she took you to the table. “i made most of these, but sanemi made the ohagi and—oh! he was here a moment ago, but i guess he went off to prepare for his room.” briefly, mitsuri looked disappointed before she perked up and tugged at the sleeve of your uniform. “but don’t worry your cute face, i’ll make sure to feed you well!”

“feed me?” you said, taken aback by the drastic change. however, you were feeling hungry and the temptation of sweets tugged at your mind. so before long, you were eating, with mitsuri piling more on your plate every time it goes empty. while doing so, mitsuri was talking about her room. she wanted a more western themed banquet that aligned with halloween, so everything was made to look like some type of spooky creature and item. 

“i must say, sanemi was really good with reshaping those ohagi so they looked like cats, but i wouldn’t put it past him, he’s good with his hands after all!” mitsuri squealed and clapped her hands to her cheeks. she’s gushing about all of the pillars and non-pillars while you shove food into your mouth. suddenly, you heard the familiar sound of a snake’s hissing and accompanying footsteps. 

“ah, iguro!” mitsuri said, moving to sit next to you. she then embraced you from the side, pulling you so close to her chest that you felt heat rushing into your cheeks. when you saw him, you almost choked on your food. wrapped around him was a fake cobra made from paper, but it looked so realistic that you thought it could’ve been breathing. 

iguro looked at mitsuri first, then his eyes turned to you. “hurry up, you’re taking precious time away from us.” he was leering down at you, but you only swallowed your food and offered iguro your plate without saying a word. instead of decisively turning away, iguro stepped back. “..i didn’t say you can share your food with me!” he then turned around, but not before muttering ‘idiot’ under his breath. 

“oh stop that, [name] was being nice!” mitsuri said, plucking a small onigiri off of your plate, before throwing it into her mouth. “iguro wants to join us, right?” there was a teasing tone in her words and you were certain iguro noticed. but in the next moment, he was sitting directly besides you. you were now sandwiched between both love and snake pillar, an d their close contact was making you shift with a fluttering sensation inside your ribs.

“here, a gift,” iguro said gruffly, showing you a sock puppet with eyes made of flat stones and a smile painted crookedly by hand. you set your plate on your lap, before mitsuri reached over and took it from you. you then slid the puppet onto your hand and played around with it. 

“thank you! it’s lovely,” you said, “you’re really good at making these, you should show me how to do it later.” you saw iguro cross his arms against his chest, but all you heard was a grunt as he turned his head away. mitsuri was cooing at the leftover food, which she was too busy fawning over while eating. noting how much time you’ve already spent in this room, you then stood up and thanked both for their individual hospitality, sock puppet still on your hand. 

“oh don’t mind us, we’re just looking out for our cutest member,” mitsuri said with a light giggle. she then stood up and lightly pushed you out of the door on the other side of the room. then, leaning in, she added, “he may not look like it, but i think iguro likes you a lot! and watch out for the dog up ahead.” just when you were about to turn around, mitsuri plants a kiss on your temple. 

you felt yourself inhaling a deep breath, cheeks now hotter than ever. throwing your gaze back, you saw mitsuri watch you leave, hands clasped together. she wasn’t hiding her face nor did she look embarrassed, so you began to wonder if, perhaps—

but your thought was quickly pulled away when you felt someone lift you up off the ground. a small whimper escaped your throat as you feel them move, your legs hovering uselessly off the ground. but you sensed no malice from this person, so instead of fighting you close your eyes. 

after all, this was still part of the attraction right?

[clearsundays]

CHARACTER PROFILE: Sun’li Yhunja

Hello to all you lovely people in the FFXIV RP community! I just hopped off a looooong hiatus (tempted back by ShB... hehe) and am looking to slowly get back into RP. Okay, let’s dive right in!!!

BASICS ––– ☼

ALIAS: Sun

FULL/BIRTH NAME: Sun’li Yhunja 

AGE: 22

RACE: Miqo’te (Keeper of the Moon)

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Demi-bisexual/romantic

PERSONAL ––– ☼

PROFESSION: Traveling conjurer and apothecary, also does odd jobs

HOBBIES: Scaling cliffs in search of rare plants, doing food challenges and Hingan number puzzles, sneaking into restricted libraries, being a busybody and sticking his nose where he shouldn’t

LANGUAGES: Common, Huntspeak, Ishgardian (limited), Hingan (limited), Xaelic (VERY limited)

RESIDENCE: Officially has an estate in the Lavender Beds, but is rarely at home. (His mailbox is often stuffed at max capacity...)

BIRTHPLACE:  South Shroud

ENJOYS: Platonic skinship, taking care of others, dad jokes, friendly competition

FEARS: Uncertainty, loss of control, inadequacy

“Hey! You alright there? Keep your chin up; things’ll work out.”

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– ☼

HAIR: Rose-taupe, pale blond stripe

EYES: Rose-gold

HEIGHT: 5′3″; on the short side for his race and gender. But he doesn’t seem to realize he’s short. (Or rather, doesn’t seem to realize that most people are taller...) 

BUILD: Slender at first glance, but his musculature is lean and toned. Having had acrobatics training in his childhood, he is flexible and light on his feet.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Keeper markings on his cheeks and, in the unlikely event you somehow manage to catch him with his shirt or jacket off, two large wing tattoos on his shoulder blades spanning his upper back and triceps.

COMMON APPEARANCE | ACCESSORIES: Dark red jacket, scarf, leather gloves, two-handed conjurer’s staff, hawkbill blade sheathed at his upper thigh, and a metal locket attached to a chain that contains a sealed sachet of smelling salts.

FAMILY ––– ☼

PARENTS: Sun Yhunja & Ezye’ir Yhunja. Currently vacationing in Yanxia.

SIBLINGS: (Oh boy!) From eldest to youngest: Sunha (eldest sister), Sun’a (eldest brother), Sunyi (elder sister), Sunyu (elder sister), Sun’to (elder brother), Sunhi (younger sister), Sunsa (younger sister), Sunne (younger sister), Sunan (younger sister), Sunai (youngest sister). 

PETS: Kava (Red panda, ferries his mail), Aska (Chocobo, only takes with him on extended trips)

TRAITS ––– ☼

EXTROVERTED / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / IN BETWEEN

close minded / OPEN MINDED / in between

CALM / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / IN BETWEEN

cautious / RECKLESS / in between

patient / impatient / IN BETWEEN

OUTSPOKEN / reserved / in between

LEADER / follower / neither

EMPATHETIC / apathetic / in between

OPTIMISTIC / pessimistic / in between

traditional / MODERN / in between

HARD-WORKING / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / IN BETWEEN

LOYAL / disloyal / situational

RP HOOKS ––– ☼

Medic: Very straightforward - he’s obviously a healer with that big ol’ staff strapped to his back. He also used to tutor aspiring conjurers at Stillglade Fane and occasionally returns to the Shroud to run favors for his family and E-Sumi-Yan.

Obviously a Foreigner: Even in the blistering heat of Thanalan, Sun doesn’t take off his scarf or shed his jacket. Sometimes he runs jobs all the way to the Far East, and pretty much bulls through the language barrier with sheer tenacity and excessive charades. Sure, he might be dressed for Ishgard, but he definitely isn’t culturally groomed for any fancy House parties. If he’s committing a social faux pas, be a dear and let him know! Or if you’re fluent in the language, you could teach Sun a word or two. He’d certainly appreciate it!

Antagonist/Rival/FOIL: Sun is almost obnoxiously optimistic with a straight-arrow moral compass that he is quite often both reckless and loud about. An idealist at heart, he tends to look for the best in people even if it gets him bitten - but if that happens, don’t expect him to curl up and start crying in fetal position; he most certainly bites back. I’d certainly be interested in exploring this aspect of his character with someone who doesn’t mind butting heads with him! 

More at Sun’s RPC Wiki Page! And of course, I’m open to suggestions!

☼ ––– OOC NOTES –––– ☼

Hi everyone! First off, thanks for taking the time to read this! Secondly, I would like to make clear that although Sun is a warm-hearted and generally kind character, he can be very blunt and stubborn at times. I firmly draw the line between IC and OOC, and would ask that you extend the same courtesy during interactions. If Sun has any conflict with your character or vice versa, please do not take it personally.

That said, I have a strong preference for paragraph and plot-based RPs with some direction. If you don’t have any in mind, I’d be happy to brainstorm ideas with you! I prefer Discord or GDocs RP or even Tumblr RP, as my working hours are unpredictable and those methods provide a measure of flexibility. 

I WILL PLAY: most forms of RP, from serious darker themes to lighthearted fluff and humor. Plots are the best! Whether you want to involve him in your plot or vice versa, let’s talk about it!! Relationship development (whether platonic or romantic) is welcome and encouraged, but MUST make sense and develop organically. Just a disclaimer though, if you’re looking to attempt to romance him, expect the slowest burn of all slow burns. I’m talking ‘try to light some wet charcoal, but first you have to find the match in the lake’ slow burn. This man is seriously dense af; he’s oblivious when it comes to romantic or sexual suggestions unless it has pretty much been directly slapped in his face. And even then he will assume you’re joking. 

ASK ABOUT: long-term or permanent injury, scarring, long-term captivity or imprisonment, significant mental tampering, or anything that might dramatically change his character.

I WON’T PLAY: permanent character death, permanent crippling, anything that would leave him unable to function independently. Also, should be kinda obvious, but please do not interact if you’re only looking to ERP. 

SERVER: Mateus | Balmung (alt) | Crystal DC

TIME ZONE: PST (UTC -8)

AVAILABILITY: Afternoons or evenings; it varies as I keep an unpredictable work schedule. 

CONTACT: @clearsundays or @elevensuns on Tumblr. In-game at Sun’li Yhunja on Mateus and Balmung (mostly on Mateus)!

Thank you again for reading! Pa-pa-ya pinging: ♥  @mooglemeet @ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp @balmungrp

[knybits]

A Murder of One

Chapter: 

14

Summary: 

A well deserved break. Akiko has common sense and Miyuki,,,, doesn’t. And an unwanted visitor reigns havoc. 

Previous Chapter | Origin | Next Chapter

“A picnic?” Kanao, Kiyo, Sumi, Naho, Aoi and Akiko tilt their heads at Shinobu, who smiles with her eyes closed. 

“Mhm! A picnic! All the pillars will be there! Oh, and Inosuke, Zenitsu and Tanjirou have been invited as well!” 

Akiko grimaces at the thought of all pillars being at the picnic. No doubt it’ll be rowdy, and she still hasn’t spoken to Giyuu in the past four months. 

Akiko’s spent a decent amount of time with each and every pillar by now. She has a list of the pillars that she’s fond of: Mitsuri, Miyuki, her own teacher, Himejima, and Muichirou (sometimes). Uzui is nice, but he’s loud and he talks about his wives non stop and Akiko gets tired quickly around him. 

Everyone else can rot in hell for all she cares. 

Or, well, Sanemi is fine but only when he’s with Miyuki. 

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea-” 

“Kanon has volunteered to make all the food!” 

“I’ll go.” 

--- 

Out of pride, Inosuke is the one to carry all of the baskets of food to the picnic area, though it all started thanks to Akiko. 

“Do you want me to carry your basket?” Tanjirou asks, worried because she’s also carrying her physician’s bag in her other hand. Akiko struggles and she’s sweating under the sun, but she’s as stubborn as always. 

Inosuke pops up out of nowhere, violently snatching Akiko’s picnic basket and Tanjirou’s before going around to everyone and snatching their baskets. 

So now Aoi is chasing after him, yelling at him to put the baskets down because, “There’s glass in there you idiot!! You’re ruining the food!!” while Zenitsu collapses to the floor in exhaustion. 

Akiko rolls her eyes when he grapples at the hems of her blue hakama, begging Akiko to magically restore his stamina because, “THAT’S WHAT DOCTORS DO, RIGHT?!” 

“Hey, Zenitsu, why don’t you carry Nezuko?” Akiko throws out, and Tanjirou looks at her with a disturbed look. When she raises a brow at him, Tanjirou starts to slip the box off his shoulders and Zenitsu squeals at the thought of carrying everyone’s precious Nezuko. 

“Did you really have to do that?” Tanjirou asks Akiko, leaning down to whisper into her ear. She smiles and he can’t help but falter in her eyes, a blush adorning his face before he looks away. 

“Well now I get to do this!” Akiko motions for Tanjirou to stay in place before walking a fair distance behind him. When he turns around to look at her, curious as to what’s going on, she tells him to continue looking forward. 

He does as he’s told, but a little heads up would have made the outcome a lot better. 

Akiko runs from behind Tanjirou, leaping onto his back as he falls forward. Her jaw drops when she hears his forehead smack the ground with a loud THWACK. 

“TANJIROU?!”

Shinobu smiles at the sight, a hand on her cheek as she gushes, “Ahh~ Young love~” 

Miyuki is already laying the picnic blanket out for everyone by the time Akiko and party arrive. Akiko wonders if the blanket will be enough, but Miyuki insists that it’ll be fine because some pillars might not even show up. 

Akiko feels a weight lift from her shoulders and she patiently waits on the blanket, eyes searching high and low to see who will come. 

Muichirou doesn’t come, as well as Uzui and Himejima. Kanroji shows up, but everyone quickly snatches what they want to eat in fear that she’ll eat it all before them. Unfortunately for Akiko, Iguro shows up too but she quickly realizes that he shows up for Mitsuri. 

Sanemi doesn’t come to the picnic till later, and that’s only because Miyuki excused herself for a few minutes prior to his arrival, and dragged him by ear to everyone, demanding that he have a good time. 

“You can’t just force me to have fun!” He yells and she rolls her eyes. 

“Watch me!” 

And so the two bicker instead, and now Akiko isn’t worried about anyone else being the rowdy ones. 

Kanroji can’t help but burst into laughter at the ugly face Akiko pulls when Giyuu pulls up. He stays away from Akiko and links up with Miyuki in fear of the younger girl, especially since he sees her physician’s bag nearby. 

The three girls continue to play nearby where Kanao and Akiko can see them, laughing and jumping around and climbing the trees before catching each other. Their hair gets all tangled with leaves and sticks, but they don’t seem to mind, and Akiko looks at them fondly as she’s reminded of her childhood. 

“What a cute face you’re making there Tanjirou! It’s Akiko you’re looking at, hm?” 

Akiko blinks in surprise at Shinobu’s teasing voice, breaking out of her thoughts before she looks up at Tanjirou who is seated next to her. She catches his gaze before he quickly looks away, and Akiko can’t help but look away too. 

She tunes out Kanroji’s excessive squealing, instead focusing on the fact that the hand Tanjirou has wrapped around her own hand squeezes a bit tighter, and her heart skips a beat. 

Some time throughout all the chaos, Miyuki and Sanemi’s bicker fest turns into a full blown war. 

Akiko has no idea how it happened, but it did. 

“I LOVE YOU BUT THIS MUST BE DONE.” 

No one has time to react, their minds short circuiting as they watch Miyuki slam an ohagi into Sanemi’s face. Jaws drop, and everything goes silent. Even Inosuke doesn’t know what to say, as he’s usually used to Miyuki’s more calm nature. 

Tanjirou flinches when he hears Akiko mutter a soft, “Holy shit,” under her breath, but he doesn’t comment considering the exact phrase blazed through his mind just now too. 

“I’m… I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!” 

Panic and chaos. 

Everyone is screaming and Giyuu is trying his best to hold Sanemi back. Tanjirou gets up too, pecking Akiko on the forehead as if he’s off to war and won’t be home for a long time. In the meantime, Akiko ignores Zenitsu crying as he prays to not die in the crossfire, and she also ignores Inosuke’s annoying laughter as he yells for a fight. 

Instead, she takes Miyuki’s hand and tugs her away from the picnic, ordering the girls to make sure no one else follows suit. They salute Akiko despite their shaking frames, and Akiko smiles at them fondly. 

“Don’t worry. If anyone loses a limb I’m here.” 

“Akiko-san, did you predict this would happen?” 

“Yeah! Is that why you brought your bag?”

Akiko looks at the mass slaughter in front of her, “Collectively, everyone here has two braincells. I have all of them.” And then she continues to tug Miyuki along. 

Once a certain distance away, Akiko gets right to the point. 

“Miyuki, you’ve done a lot for me these past few months so I’m gonna do something for you… You just told Sanemi that you love him.” 

“Yeah? But platonically, y’know?” 

“Wrong. You like Sanemi as more than friends.” 

Miyuki’s eyes widen and Akiko is glad that Miyiki has come to her senses. 

“BEST FRIENDS?!” 

Never mind. 

“Wh- No!” 

“B- But then what else?” 

It’s no use. 

Akiko wants to slam Miyuki in the face with an ohagi now. 

---

Another week passes by and everyone is out on a mission. 

Akiko stays at the estate with the girls and her thoughts, and she’s surprised that there are no injured soldiers. She only has to assume that they’ve slowly become more competent. 

Either that, or the threat of the Moons have subsided and there are less demons now. 

Just by looking at a few patients, Akiko can see that it’s the calm before the storm. 

“Akiko-san!” Aoi runs up to the girl, and Akiko smiles at both Kanao and Aoi. Her eyes glance over their intertwined hands, and the light in Akiko’s eyes glow a little brighter, enough for the other two girls to take notice. 

Aoi seems to stutter over her next sentence, and Kanao as always doesn’t say anything. She’s smiling in an airheaded kind of way, but there’s a blush on her cheeks. 

“Congratulations, you two,” Akiko pats both their heads as they look down to the floor, their faces darkening even more before Aoi pulls Kanao to scurry away. Akiko laughs under her breath, and her heart softens when she sees the relieved smiles on their faces as they turn a corner. 

“Akiko-san?” Her attention is called away again and Akiko looks down at the three little girls, who look a bit timid being near her. 

“W-We were wondering... “ Kiyo starts, twiddling her thumbs before Naho decides to pipe in. 

“We think we should have a girl’s day out! With Kanao-sama, Aoi-chan, Kanon-san, and you!” She then steps back, shy once more before mumbling in, “If that’s alright with you…” 

Akiko brightens at the idea, and she crouches down to the same height as the girls. They smile back at Akiko when she also gives them head pats, agreeing that the idea sounds wonderful. 

“Akiko-san, you’re a bit different now!” Sumi chimes in, and Akiko looks at her quizzically. 

“Well, we remember what you were like when you first came to the estate!” Kiyo starts, and the girls nod their head. 

Akiko’s hair used to be long and straight, though over time she couldn’t maintain her straight hair and let it curl naturally. She wore a black kimono on the daily, but now her colors are a lot more light, and she seems less constricted. 

The girls always thought Akiko to be a tired grump, what with her eye bags and dull face. But they came to realize that it was something more than lack of sleep. 

Because yeah, Akiko still has her eye bags, but her ashy pale complexion has pigmented more and she’s smiling again. 

“Was there anything wrong with what I looked like when I first arrived?” Akiko asks curiously, and the girls giggle to themselves. 

They dash off without any further explanation and Akiko can only wonder what they mean. 

The next day, Kanon braids and ties everyone’s hair as per usual before they all decide to set out. Kanao clips Aoi’s two butterfly pins for her and Aoi does the same, and Akiko can’t help but wink at the two. 

Even Sumi, Naho and Kiyo have caught on, and they continue to whisper to themselves about the romance within the estate. 

Akio makes sure that the straw hat on Sumi’s head is nestled on safely, and she pats the girl’s cheek before standing back up at her full height. 

“You’re wearing such a nice dress today, Akiko-san!” Naho gushes, and the girls dance around Akiko’s frilly dress. 

They cheer Akiko on to twirl for them, so she does, and they scream with delight. Akiko feels like a princess with all the praise, and it’s been a long time since she’s felt like such a child. She even has some silk gloves one, and a nice parasol to shade herself with.  

“Is there an occasion for dressing up?” Kiyo asks aloud, but Akiko shakes her head. 

“I just thought it’d be a nice change of pace for today-” 

“ISN’T TANJIROU-SAN COMING BACK TODAY?!” All three girls cry out, and they start screaming again without allowing Akiko to even answer. 

Akiko’s about to shush them, opening the door of the front entrance, when she feels an arm wrap itself around her waist. 

“Huh-?” 

“Eeep!! Akiko-san!!” 

The parasol drops from her hands as Akiko is too stunned to speak, eyes wide as her body dangles in the arm of a stranger. When she looks up, she sees that Aoi is on top of the person’s shoulder and faces Kanao. 

Just by looking at the stranger’s weapons, Akiko figures out that it’s Uzui Tengen, and she starts to yell at him, demanding that she be put down. Kanon even looks too surprised, and the three girls start crying. 

“Please stop iiiiit!” 

“Let them gooo!!!” 

“Uzui you better let me down or I swear I’ll let you bleed out on my table!” Akiko flails around, hitting his arm multiple times but to no avail. Her punches feel like soft taps, and Akiko continues to curse. 

“Ka- Kanao!!” Aoi cries out, reaching for her girlfriend with a face so urgent Akiko’s stomach turns. But Kanao stays rooted, her mind falling depths as she begins to sweat. 

Akiko can see her thoughts, they’re as clear as day, and she knows that there’s a war raging in Kanao right now. 

Her hand moves to reach for her coin, but it stops when Aoi screams out her name again. Akiko doesn’t need Zenitsu’s ears to hear the hope in Aoi’s voice, and Kanao drives herself to make her own decision. 

Akiko’s eyes widen as she grasps a warm hand, her jaw dropping when she sees that Kanao has made her own decision to stop Uzui. 

“Kanao…” Aoi begins to cry. 

“Don’t pull on me so plainly. You have your orders,” Uzui snaps, but Kanao can’t do much else besides keep her feet planted. 

“JUST SAY SOMETHING!! YOU PLAIN BORING PERSON!!” Akiko flinches when Uzui suddenly yells, and Kiyo shrieks in panic. 

“Ch- CHARGE!!” 

“Wait girls nO-” 

Kiyo, Sumi and Naho throw themselves at Uzui, handing off his legs and arms as they try their best to do… Whatever it is that they intend to do. 

“Hey… DAMMIT CUT THE CRAP!!” 

“What are you doing to the girls!! Get your hands off them!!” Tanjirou’s voice breaks Akiko out of her shock and she stares at him with wide eyes. 

Akiko hates to admit, but right now Tanjirou is her knight in shining armor. 

we,,, we headin into that arc my dudes,,, 

also!! smthn is gonna happen soon and then im gonna post her character profile! hope you guys are excited for it!! 

[icecreambeach]

Hi! If you still have some mchanzo prompts open, may you please write “meeting in the park like that scene in 101 Dalmatians where they get tangled by their dogs”

I’m a huge sap because I ran away with this like Jesse’s dog is about to. Thank you for this excellent fluffy prompt

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Jesse loves seeing dog owners who resemble their dogs. The park is especially full of them today, probably because it’s spring and everyone is out with their loved ones, eager to take part in the grand transformation. He sees a young, stocky man with his crew and a strapping young Rottweiler waiting for a frisbee to be thrown. There’s a family with a tiny, excitable daughter holding the leash to a prancing Papillon. A nervous-looking older man in a turtleneck clings to his leather brief and a lanky gray Weimaraner. There’s even a pair of old ladies with two equally old Westies, both of them wearing matching tracksuits. The dogs and the ladies.

But there’s no way anyone wouldn’t look at Jesse and Ria and make the same correlation. For a tall half-gringo with brown hair, brown eyes, and an unmistakably Western aesthetic, a lanky mutt that looks more like a coyote than any known breed of domestic canine works just perfect. Even their meeting seemed arranged by fate. Jesse picked her out of his dumpster one night and almost got his other hand bitten off for his trouble. After a few weeks of leaving out food and talking nice and soft, they became wary friends. A few more weeks, a few more treats, and Ria had her name and access to Jesse’s lumpy leather couch. Few women or men have ever taken his heart so easily. For a lonely ex-gangster turned soldier turned bounty hunter, Ria is more than Jesse feels like he deserves: fun, loyal, and a good listener, especially when it comes to the kind of dark sins he could never confess to anyone else. He has his suspicions, giving Ria’s wild nature and the manner in which they met, that she has her own rough and tumble past, but she only ever looks at him with big honey-colored eyes. Yowls for his attention, yowls at passing cats and squirrels. Yowls for any damn reason at all.

She’s doing it now at some tense Border Collie that caught her attention for whatever reason. Jesse gives her a gentle tug – he got the retractable leash to give her some freedom but, much like her owner, it’s impossible to know when she’s about to run. “Easy, girl.”

Ria stops at his voice but stays alert, tail swishing. Ears perked. The other dog owners steer their Collie away with distrusting looks and Jesse can’t say he blames them. Even without such a wild-looking dog, Jesse’s prosthetic arm and rough face are enough reason for most city-dwelling civilians to give a wide berth. He certainly wouldn’t want to see either he nor Ria locked and loaded and staring to kill. Even if he did tie a bright red bandana over her collar to cute her up some.

But he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t sting a bit. “Back up, now. C’mon.”

Ria comes back to the path and Jesse hands her one of the twisty-treats he keeps inside a baggie in his back pocket. Then he loosens the retractable leash to let her lead. A responsible dog owner shouldn’t give her so much freedom, but he can’t help it. He knows the scars on her paws and muzzle, figures she’s earned an easy life. A younger McCree would never have been so soft, but time and miles make suckers out of even the toughest old gunslingers.

Jesse tilts his hat up to see where they should head next. There’s a reservoir in the center of the park, but everyone tends to head that way. There are climbing rocks and open meadow up ahead, but there’ll be a lot of small children and running dogs for Ria to chase. They could just keep to the smaller paths, maybe get an ice cream or a hot dog. It’s not what Jesse would choose for either of them, but he’s got a big yard. He can run her at home. The walks are for the novelty and the people-watching anyway.

But, not surprisingly, Ria has other plans. She barks, loud and rapid-fire, and Jesse looks up to see the new object of her fancy.

It’s an Akita. Not one of the smaller ones either – a burly, heavy-boned type of spitz that Jesse recognizes from when he used to research breeds for the Blackwatch K-9 unit. He can’t remember ever seeing so fine a specimen, even from all that reading. This dog is powerful beyond its stature. Its black-and-white coat is more a top layer of dark gray wash, as if watery ink had been spilled over paper, like those sumi-e drawings from ancient Japan. The fluffy white underside is pristine along with the rest of the dog, bright, healthy – obviously well-taken care of, with a shiny leather collar to boot.

The Akita’s near-black face is also pointed right at them. Its front legs are braced in a defensive position. It lets out a disgruntled huff and suddenly all the notes about the Akita’s intolerance of strangers comes shooting back to Jesse. He’s never seen a dog that wasn’t at least a little intimidated by Ria, but this dog is squared up.

And so is the owner. Jesse’s eyes widen. It’s practically absurd at this point, but this man also looks exactly like his dog: stocky, powerful, impeccable in expensive athleisure gear. His jet black hair is tied in an elegant knot with smooth shaved sides, his nasal bridge piercing matches the studs in each ear. An intricate tattoo peaks out from the half-rolled sleeves of his sweater and his obviously ripped physique is just as proud as his dark, hawk-like eyes.

Jesse can’t remember the last time he saw such a handsome face, let alone on such an obvious yakuza. It completely distracts him from the situation at hand until Ria jerks against the leash.

“Easy, girl!”

The man and the Akita may have stopped, but only for a moment. Once the man seems to recognize that Ria is controlled, he grazes his eyes over Jesse and then goes on his way. The Akita follows dutifully, not even stressing its short leash.

Jesse sighs with relief. That could have been bad. Ria is more friendly than aggressive, but he can’t say the same for any other dog, and that one didn’t look like it’d have the patience for her shenanigans.“Let’s go home, girl. I think you need some ball time in the yard.”

Jesse turns. With relief still flooding his system, his hand is slack. And he may or may not still be recalling the handsome face that had looked him over so cooly, so confidently.

It stands to reason that Ria would take advantage of that.

She bolts. Jesse whirls around, high-alert, but his finger hesitates on the retractable leash. At her pace, she’d most likely strangle herself if he stopped it now.

“Fuck– Ria! Stop!”

So he does the only other thing he can and chases after her, hoping to at least match her pace so he can ease her back.

“No, girl!”

Ria isn’t listening. She moves like a fish taking line and makes a B-line for the Akita. By the time Jesse has retracted more leash, the Akita has pranced away, and there’s still a lot of slack line – enough for Ria, chasing the Akita, to wind around Jesse and the strange man’s legs.

“Oh, hell–” Jesse tries to push away from the other man’s chest but they both nearly lose their balance in the process.

The other man reacts similarly, but staggers at the last second, keeps Jesse at bay with his hand around his phone. “Nanndayo–?”

Jesse tries to steady him, yanks his hands away. “Fuck, oh, I’m so sorry–”

The man grabs at Jesse’s jacket, releases him, staggers again. “What the hell are you–fuck, oh–”

“I’m sorry, oh– she’s just– dang it, Ria–”

“Get your– damn it–”

“Fuck, don’t–!”

“Stop pushing, you will–!”

But Ria keeps tugging, and the Akita keeps evading her, and then Jesse and the man are falling over one another into a heap of wildflowers. A few people laugh in surprise, some gasp. Jesse releases the retractable leash entirely as both men scramble away from one another and it sucks up line after Ria, untangling around their feet as she bounds after the Akita.

Luckily, the other dog simply stops to sniff her. Unluckily, the damage is done. Jesse pushes back his hat to see bright yellow pollen all over the stranger’s expensive outfit. When he curses in Japanese, bits of leaf and petal and dirt fly off his ruined hair. A few people who’d asked if they were okay take one look at the yakuza’s face and keep walking.

“Ah, shit… I’m so sorry, she ain’t usually that– let me help you–”

“Get off,” the man sneers, clamoring to his feet, “Look what you’ve done, you fool.”

“I’m sorry, I really am, I…” Jesse keeps his offered hand hovering, the other removing his hat. “She’s never bolted like that before, honest. I couldn’t be more–”He stops when the stranger looks right at his face and snorts with suppressed laughter.Jesse can’t help but smile back – he had no idea such a serious face could make such a handsome grin. “What?”The man points. “Your beard.”

With a swipe of his hand, Jesse realizes what he means. His fingers are smeared with pollen, which means his beard must look like he dusted it with yellow powder before leaving his house. And with brows as bushy as his, he assumes they look much the same way.

“Well…” Jesse drifts off, unable to suppress his own snort of laughter. It descends into raucous snickering, which the stranger also seems to find funny, because he answers with an actual laugh, a low scoff-chuckle that is still subdued but definitely genuine. He reaches out and plucks an actual pink flower from Jesse’s beard and Jesse loses it, throws his head back and guffaws, takes the flower with a tip of his hat, “You shouldn’t have,” and the stranger barks out a laugh that carries for a mile.

The dogs have since relaxed and now sniff and circle each other, both tails wagging.

“I really am sorry,” Jesse says once they’ve both calmed down. “I can pay to have it cleaned–”

“Feh,” the man waves him off, “It is nothing.” He dusts the pollen off of himself, glancing up at Jesse a few times. “A retractable leash is not appropriate for such a willful dog. You reward her for pulling by allowing her to get where she wants to go.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jesse mutters, ruffling his beard to get the pollen out. “Only had her for a few months now. I been soft. She’s had a hard time.”

“Hn. As has mine.” The man loosens his hair, letting it spill past his shoulders, and strokes it clean with his fingers while eyeing Jesse like a lord. “But she would benefit from a firmer hand.”

“Yeah, well…” Jesse smiles that smile he knows people like, slings his thumbs into his jeans waistband. Maybe it’s just springtime, but something’s got him feeling a bit dopey. “That makes two of us.”

The stranger raises a brow, looks away, but Jesse can see a coy smile playing at a corner of his mouth.

“What’s’name?”

The man looks to his dog, then to Jesse. “Choco.”

“Oh, ah, no – I meant, what’s your name?”

The man straightens his shoulders, looks Jesse up and down again. “Hanzo.”

“Nice to meet you, Hanzo,” Jesse extends a hand (clean) and takes Hanzo’s firmly. Hat still pressed to his chest. “I’m Jesse.”

Hanzo seems pleased with the polite gesture. “Pleasure.”“Hey,” Jesse grins again, “Anyone ever tell you that you ‘n Choco kinda–”

“Resemble one another?” Hanzo finishes with a smirk.

They both smile at each other, then look down at their dogs, both of whom are now looking back up at them.

Jesse leans over to take Ria’s leash, gives her a look that is equal parts exasperation and gratitude, then looks at Hanzo with what he hopes is a relatively confident smile. “Well,” he adjusts his hat back on his head, “He’s a real good-lookin’ dog.”“She is.” Hanzo fixes him with an almost-smile, one hand in his pocket. He still hasn’t reached for Choco’s leash.

Which just makes Jesse’s nerves vibrate even harder. “Real well-trained, too.”“Thank you.”

“And I… I dig that collar.”

“Not as handsome as a red bandana.”

Jesse chuckles, thumbs his jaw before he remembers that it’s probably still got pollen on it. When was the last time he felt this flustered trying to ask someone out?

“Well, uh…”

Hanzo just stands there, still sort-of-smiling. Even with grass poking out of his loose hair, he looks like a million bucks. He also looks like he’s either waiting for a sign or looking for a place to bury a knife.

But Jesse knows how to bait a wild animal. “Guess I outta get lil’ Ria here some obedience training.”

“I doubt you need go to such lengths,” Hanzo replies. And then, right on cue: “I could give you some guidance, if you like. Do you drink coffee?”Jesse grins. “I love coffee. My treat, o’course.”“Of course.”Hanzo whistles and Choco comes trotting up to his side. He bends to take her leash and Jesse swears he can see just the briefest flash of a pleased smile.He nods down at Choco. “That Akita is one loyal breed, huh?”“Yes,” Hanzo effortlessly smooths his hair back up into its knot. “If their trust is earned,” he drops his hands, looks at Jesse, and smiles at the ground as he steps back onto the path, “They can be very loyal indeed.”

Jesse tries to mask the thrill that rockets over his face by dipping his chin, boots stuttering onto the gravel. Ria stays close by his leg this time, lets out a happy bark. Without taking his eyes off of Hanzo, Jesse dips a hand deep into his back pocket and gives her a whole fistful of treats.

“Good girl.”

[cheryyori]

SK8TERBOY - Skaterboy!Yeosang/Soft!Reader Social Media AU ft. side pairing: Seonghwa/OC

Genre: Pure fluff (possible smut has yet to be determined)

A.N. Whoop, new update, not a lot of Yeosang bc Y/N is a bit of a mess rn. Also italics is Japanese. Also a bonus chapter about Seonghwa and Sumire’s date from the last two chapters will be coming soon bc I’m soft for them.

Chapter summary: It was supposed to be a nice evening between roommates/friends until Y/N gets an unknown text from what might be Yeosang and starts freaking out on what to do. Aka Y/N is still up to her usual clownery.

Taglist: @philosopher-of-fandoms @mangobee @mingiibabieee @yourbunny-xxii @angelichris-b97 @yeosatinyngz @kimtae-bae​

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Chapter 4. You’re Pretty Cute

Once Y/N returned home, she dropped her bag onto the floor and kicked her shoes off before flopping face down onto the couch. A muffled loud groan left her lips as she recalled her clownery.

“Oh god, she’s finally lost it,” a voice mutters, followed by the sound of a slap to the shoulder. Yusung, Y/N thinks as she recognized the deep voice of his.

“Yusung, don’t be rude!” another says in a harsh whisper. Y/N knew that it was Suzaku who was berating the younger.

“What? It’s not our fault she’s an idiot,” Yusung said. Suzaku smacked his shoulder again, only this time harder than the last one, “Ouch, will you stop that, you bastard!”

“You know that said idiot can hear you, right?” Another chipped in. Junho had been sitting on the other couch, adjacent to the one Y/N flopped onto while scrolling on his phone for anything remotely interesting.

“I have such great friends,” Y/N huffs as she looked up to see the three boys. She could see Yusung stand tall (the bastard being the tallest out of all of them and using his height to make many short jokes at both her and Sumire’s expenses) besides Suzaku who had a concerned look on his face.

“Again, not our fault that you’re an idiot sometimes,” Yusung said once again. Suzaku elbowed him but used one hand to cover the small smile on his lips.

“This is bullying! I will not stand for such slander!” Y/N cried as she sat up, a pout on her lips as she glared at the boys. Junho remained unfazed by the whole exchange, ignoring his group of friends as usual. Yusung, on the other hand, stuck his tongue out at Y/N.

“You two are being loud, shut up!” A female groaned. Emerging from the kitchen, Sumire had a tired looked on her face. Her hair a mess as she walked into the living room, apparently she had been sleeping before the commotion.

“Sumi!” Y/N whined, “They’re bullying me again!” She said as she pointed to the boys, standing up as she went to Sumire’s arms. Sumire only sighed and placed a small pat on Y/N’s back in a weak attempt to comfort her.

“Sumi, you can’t blame us for Y/N’s own clownery!” Y/N heard the soft snort that escaped from Sumire’s lips and pulled away, staring at her in betrayal.

“Sorry,” there a small smile on her lips, “but it was kinda funny to read the whole thing,” Sumire explains. Y/N groaned as rest her head on her shoulder, wanting nothing more than to forget this moment.

“Don’t remind me,” Y/N whined, “I was so excited to see him again and thinking about what nonsense you three idiots were spamming in the chat that I totally spaced out and forgot to ask for his number!”

“Disappointed, but not surprised,” Junho mutters to himself but Y/N’s ears perked up at his words.

“Nam Junho! You are rude!” Y/N fumed. Junho merely shrugged and continued scrolling through his phone. Sumire sighed and decided that since she was up now, she might as well get started on dinner.

“I’m going to make dinner now, feel free to join me if you’re bored─no, not you Yusung!” She gave Yusung a pointed look as he started heading towards the kitchen, “Don’t think you’re still off the hook from the rice cooker incident last night.”

“Oh my god, it was an accident, how was supposed to know you plug the damn thing in?”

“How do you burn rice without having it plugged in?” She replied, raising a brow at him. Yusung opened his mouth before promptly closing it, not wanting to be judged more than he already was by his best/childhood friend.

“Fine. I’ll go play with Iroha, at least she’ll appreciate me!” He grumbled as he stalked over to the small ragamuffin kitten that was settled in the corner. “Iroha-chan! Come play with uncle Sungie!” He cooed as he picked up the small kitten and the toy that had caught her attention.

"I think I’m gonna be in my room for a bit,” Y/N said, “Today was quite eventful,” she mutters as she slowly dragged her feet to her room. Sumire almost felt bad for her friend. Almost, if she didn’t recall the texts she had with Seonghwa earlier. It will only be a matter of time when Yeosang will text Y/N.

“Alright, I’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” Y/N nodded and went inside her room, flopping onto her bed. Y/N closed her eyes, her mind constantly replaying her time with Yeosang and felt her cheeks heat up. Her heart suddenly picked up as she thought about him in general and let her thoughts wonder if he was dating anyone. Would he want to date her-

“AH! Y/N stop thinking like that!” She shrieked as she smacked her warm cheeks lightly again. “You don’t even know him! And you didn’t get his number! Maybe this is a sign that you’re going to be forever alone,” she scolded herself before letting out a dejected sigh.

It was then that her phone went off, Y/N figured that it might have been either one of the boys or Sumire and glanced over at the message before she let out a scream when she saw who texted her.

Meanwhile, in the living room/kitchen, everyone was doing their own thing to pass the time before dinner was ready when they heard Y/N’s voice coming from her room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Junho was the first to ask as he looked up from his phone. 

“So it’s begun,” Sumire muttered to herself as she ignored Y/N’s scream and continued to cook. Suddenly Y/N rushed out of her room and into the kitchen, her phone in hand as she held it out towards Sumire.

“H-he─” Y/N couldn’t even make the first words out as she slowly started talking nonsense. This ruckus caused all the boys to walk into the kitchen (surprisingly Yusung wasn’t kicked out this time) to figure out what the hell was going on with their roommate.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Yusung asked, carrying Iroha in his arms. The ragamuffin kitten was oblivious to what was happening around her as she started to paw at his fingers.

“I-I, he─!” Y/N continued to babble before Sumire shuts off the stove and went over to take her phone.

“Oh,” she says, “He texted her.”

“Who did?” Suzaku asked, going over to Sumire’s side as he peered over her right shoulder while Junho peered over her left side.

“Her skaterboy friend,” Sumire replied.

“I thought you said you two didn’t exchange numbers,” Junho asked with a raised brow.

“W-we didn’t,” Y/N said.

“Then how the hell did he get you number?” Junho continued, skeptical of the idea that this was really her skaterboy crush who was texting her.

“U-uh, I don’t know,” Y/N mutters.

“Hey, here’s a crazy idea,” Sumire started, “Why don’t you, you know, ask him,” she suggested, handing her phone back.

“B-but that’s scary,” Y/N mutters, thinking what if it some stranger or worse. It actually was Yeosang, how the heck was she going to text him?

“Can’t you do it for me, Sumi?” Y/N asked, batting her eyes at her wife.

“No,” Sumire replies, “besides, it’s not that hard it’s just a text, you can text him. Also take a deep breath before you do, you look like you’re going to pass out,” she told Y/N, who was looking rather pale at the moment.

“I think Y/N rather die than do that,” Yusung snorted.

“Shut up, Yusung, don’t make me hit you,” Sumire glares at her childhood friend, eyes narrowing at him.

“As if you can reach me,” The boy mutters. At this, Sumire kicked the back of his knees, causing him to fall onto them.

“Ah, thank you for continuing to brighten my day, Sumire,” Junho smiled brightly at the sight.

“Dammit, Junho, you bastard!” Yusung grumbles as he sets Iroha safely on the ground and rubs the back of his knees.

“Anyways,” Sumire continued, glancing back at Y/N, “Just text him, trust me, it’s not that hard.”

“O-okay,” Y/N said as she took a deep breath. Just a text, she told herself before going replying to the unknown number might or might not be Yeosang.

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N,” Yusung muttered over her shoulder, apparently reading the text she just sent to Yeosang.

“S-shut up, Yusuck!” Y/N exclaimed with a red face before reading Yeosang’s reply, turning away from them all.

“So? Did he say how he got your number?” Suzaku asked curiously.

“He said that his roommate Seonghwa gave it to him,” Y/N replied, causing the boys to have a surprised look.

“Seonghwa? Like Sumi’s Seonghwa, Seonghwa?” Yusung asked. At this Sumire went back to cooking dinner, missing the suspicious look Junho cast her way before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah, I guess I must have given Seonghwa my number and he passed it along to Yeosang when heard about our situation,” Y/N concluded, earning a quiet snort from Sumire.

“Huh, that’s kinda anti-climatic, I thought skaterboy started typing in random numbers until he got your number right,” Yusung pouted before cooing at a mewing Iroha. Junho gave Sumire another glance and hummed to himself.

“Well, at least you have a way to get in contact with him,” Suzaku said, “And the fact that he texted you first means he likes you!”

“Oh my god, Suzaku, I barely know him!” Y/N sighed.

“But you think he’s cute, right?” He pressed. Y/N bit her lower lip because yes, she did think he was cute. And she hates how these little heathens knew that she thought he was cute.

“I mean yeah but─”

“Then why not ask him out?” Yusung chimed in, leaning forwards slightly, “I mean let’s be honest, we’re all sick of you complaining to us about wanting to go on cute dates whenever Sumi leaves the apartment to meet Seonghwa.”

“I-I─” Y/N’s cheeks were tinted pink as she gawked at Yusung, “I-I do not complain! I just think that going out with someone would be nice,” she pouted.

“Ah, you’re complaining again!”

“Shut up, Yusuck!” Y/N snapped before turning her attention back to her phone.

“CHO YUSUNG!” Y/N shrieked as Yusung stole her phone from her hands and replied to Yeosang. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the text he sent before she started hitting his chest with a red face.

“Ouch, ouch! Dammit, woman! You should be thanking me, I just secured you your future boyfriend!” Yusung whined as he grabbed her arms to stop her from hitting him anymore. Y/N will not be thanking him if anything she felt mortified.

“More like secured your own death,” Sumire comments.

“I AM GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE SHIN, CHO YUSUNG!”

“As much I would love to see that,” Junho drawled out, “I think your skaterboy called you cute as well,” he said as he swiped her phone out of Yusung’s hand and read the newest text.

“WHAT?!” Y/N took her phone back and stared at the screen, feeling oddly giddy as she read the text.

“Oh god, you’re already sending him cute love memes? You’re so whipped for him,” Yusung teased, beside him was a snickering Suzaku.

“Shut up, Yusuck! It was an accident! And Suzaku! How could you betray me like this!”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s kinda cute though,” Suzaku cooed, “This is the best and cutest entertainment since Seonghwa paced around the living room and asked for our permission to try to ask Sumi-chan on a date last week.”

“Anyways, dinner’s ready,” Sumire says, clearing her throat when her name was mentioned and placed five plates on the table they were all gathered around. The three immediately quiet down as everyone took their seats to enjoy dinner, a few teasing remarks from both Suzaku and Yusung as they poked fun at Y/N and her crush on Yeosang ( “It’s not a crush, you two!” “Aw, look at how red her cheeks are!” “Aw, how cute!” )

After dinner, they all went into their room to retire for the night. 

[zhenning]

tagged by @yao-mingmng and @zhyixuan, thank you loves~

Nicknames: sam, sami/sammy, sumi

Zodiac: pisces / rabbit 

Height: 5′2.75″ (or approx. 159cm)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Last thing I googled: inches to cm conversion....

Fave musicians: the rose, got7, day6 and lots more on my main (@sunnpils) but also all the artists I support on this blog.

Song stuck in my head: Breathe - AB6IX

Following: 737 (to be fair it’s across three different fandoms so....)

Followers: 416 ( i love you 💕 )

Do you get asks: once in a blue moon! but I love everyone who sends something in. 

Hours of sleep: Now that i’m out of school I can get a solid 7hrs. But during uni it was more like 5-6hrs...

Lucky number: i like the number 3! and 7

What are you wearing: pajama shorts and a random t-shirt 

Dream job: pharmacist of sorts! I don’t know what kind yet though

Dream trip: trip around asia with friends

Instruments: piano and a little violin

Languages: i speak english and conversational mandarin. I took french and spanish back in the day but I probably haven’t retained much of it...

Favourite songs: changes literally all the time. I can never have just one favorite. right now i really like page (got7), oh my angel (chai), follow your fire (kodaline)

Random fact: i’m half vietnamese and comprehend 0% of the language, rip me.

Aesthetic: the night sky, city lights, messy hair, hot tea and warm blankets, pastel colors, small pieces of jewelry

i’ll tag @troncept, @jiayoujiayi, @linm0mo, @zhennongs, @zhenmings, @zh0ushiyuan, @9pcrcent (do as you please!)

[official-hera]

hera's relationship with bts' jungkook

1/7 is the least close, 7/7 is the closest

beatrice

if jeongsun is not babying him, bea is. he will be like: "hey, yeol, i need $40." and she just hands him her wallet. he was once such a baby, and age doesn't matter to bea--once her child, always her child.

3/7

katie

age is the problem keeping them apart, but when they do have time together oh boy. if she hits his leg, he hits back. he's not scared. they will both call each other out, or even make stuff up to get the other in trouble, why you ask?? idk

1/7

bohui

catch them outside doing stupid dances that are popular right now, or bohui fixing his hair cuz it looks a little odd, or making fun of what they looked like on stage or each other's voices they are children btw

2/7

jeongsun

was the first to take him out to eat out of anybody. just wants the best for him, like she watched him grow up and cry and work hard, she wants nothing more than to make him number one, even if he beats her. she has so much love for him, catch her feeding him and offering him a drink of her water after a stage, just taking care of him, and he uses this to his advantage. he is so spoiled and will do bad things when sunny is around just so that she can defend him and he can hide behind her back and giggle

4/7

xiana

literally everyone is so soft with ana, but this boy isn't?? okay just imagine it: ana gets a phrase wrong and he just goes "haha, noona dumb as shit" and then she just laughs, so hard, and they just love making fun of ana??

5/7

seongmi

joined him and sumi's close friend group after sumi gave her a sticker at age 5. joined big hit because jungkook was there, then sumi joined. surprise surprise, they have seen each other naked as well. also, don't be shocked--most of bts has seen most of hera naked and vice versa, so. it is so normal to see each other beside one another, holding hands or leaning into one another with their arms locked. im going to keep it short, pda is a must and they know everything about each other.

6/7

sumi

known each other before birth fyi. their mom's were besties, so they grew up together. have seen each other naked, as babies (they shared baths) and adults (shared a room at a hotel). have been together for so long, nothing will break this bond. have a subgroup together with seongmi called 9T7. reason sumi joined big hit was because jungkook got so!! excited!! about joonie and being a trainee so she was like mkay. they know about one another more than they know themselves.

7/7