#on the bright side i slept for 9 complete hours last night. it was blissful

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

I have to remember my current brain problems are caused by 1) boomeranging between life full of people and life mostly empty of people 2) entirely too many projects in the brainstorming/information-collecting stage and none in other stages to balance

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An Odd Morning

Pairing: Reader x Surprise Character

Authors Note: Thanks so much for the 1000 followers to this cursed blog :) I had a lot of fun writing this for all of you and I hope you enjoy it too!! I hope you all have a very wonderful day!!! I’m putting a read more option on it, because it is very long. Check the end for more notes!! thanks again you guys are great :)

The warm morning light flitted through the slightly open window, and gently hit your eyes as you woke up from your pleasant dream. You could feel a cool breeze wisp away at the covers, causing you to shift just a bit, when you suddenly felt a pair of warm arms around you, holding you tighter.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around to face the person who held you in their embrace, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as your gaze landed on Mizai’s features, which were glowing in the morning light. His face looked ever so peaceful as he continued snoring on, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, completely oblivious to the world around him. You lightly traced the sides of his face with a finger, causing him to groan slightly before he tightened his hold and inched closer to you, his lips ghosting along the nape of your neck. Together, you basked in these few moments of soft innocence before it was time to start the day.

Sighing contentedly, you remembered the events from the night before, when you swiped right on him through a dating app called Nender, and recalled his sweet and honeyed words. He was just different from everyone else on the app; you had seen a man with a tattoo on his forehead who seemed like he was part of some cult, a man who looked like he was trying to get into med school, so you knew his schedule screamed busy, and finally, someone whose profile picture was just a dick pic with something written about gum. In reality, this was more of an accidental swipe, a type where your friends had your phone, and during the utter chaos of trying to get it back you swiped right. But boy were you glad you did.

The night consisted of a fancy home cooked meal with some wine, followed by a scary movie, and finally, just falling asleep together. It definitely had the potential to go somewhere more, and you weren’t ready to give that up.

Mizai’s breathing shifted and he blearily opened his eyes in your direction, smiling before gently pulling you in for a kiss. As he was pulling away, he kissed your nose again before softly smiling.

“Good Morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” Mizai asked.

“Good morning,” you replied, smiling back at him shyly. “I slept well.” Especially with your arms around me, you wanted to add, but didn’t. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he groaned while stretching before slightly turning, taking you along with him. “I wonder what time it is...”

He glanced at the clock, noting that it was 9:23 in the morning, before sighing and pulling you closer to his chest. A few minutes went by, filled with blissful silence, before you begrudgingly tore yourself away from Mizai, dressed in one of his many black and white spotted shirts. It was quite oversized on you, and you remembered when you first saw his black and white closet:

“What?” He had asked, chuckling. “You can’t put a price on fashion.”

That was an understatement, because with the size of his loft apartment and the sheer amount of clothes he owned in the same monochromatic scheme, this guy was clearly loaded.

He looked up at you, catching your hand before you could move it away, and brought it back down to his chest so he could lightly caress your knuckles. Then, with his lidded eyes still locked onto yours, he kissed them.

“Where are you going?” he mused.

“I was just thinking about getting out of your hair so you can go on with your day,” you replied, absentmindedly tracing little figures onto his chest.

“Nonsense, I don’t really have anything planned with my day. So I’m all yours if you’d like,” He smiled.

“Okay...but–”

“No but’s, Y/N. I’m having a great time with you.” He chuckled, “You can use my shower if you want, I’ll go ahead and make some breakfast for you. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great,” You smiled.

“Good, fresh towels are underneath the sink, and if you don’t want to wear any of your clothes from yesterday, you can pick something out of my closet.” Mizai leaned up to give you a kiss on your cheek before hopping out of the bed, giving you a wink before he made his way down the loft stairs and towards the direction of the kitchen.

You got out of the king size bed, the satin sheets slowly slipping off of you before your feet hit the cool wooden floors. You walked into the large bathroom, sidestepping a few decorative pillows that were thrown haphazardly to the ground.

You grabbed your discarded clothes from the plush desk chair in the corner of the room, deciding that you’d just put those back on and proudly own up to your future walk of shame whenever you decided to go back home. The cold tile of the bathroom hit your feet, and the bright light hit your eyes, before you closed the door to get ready for the day.

After you finished getting ready, you headed down the stairs to go to the kitchen, where the smell of food hit your nose, and you saw Mizai making some pancakes by the stove. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, as he turned slightly to say “You’re just in time, the pancakes are all done.”

“Smells good,” you said, helping him set the table before sitting down.

“What would you like to drink? I got water, orange juice, milk,” He paused, and then added jokingly, “Or some wine from last night.”

“I’m good with either water or milk,” you chuckled.

“Ookay, here’s your water, and let me go grab your milk really quick,” he said, doing a slight jog to the second, smaller refrigerator which was stocked full of milk. You couldn’t recognize the brand, but you were certain that it was probably from a local farm or something.

After you both finished breakfast, his phone lit up, with a dog emoji being the only thing close to a name on screen. He answered, before dropping his head in his hands and sighing, having heard what the other person was telling him.

He ended the call, letting out a disappointed breath, and then looked at you with regret in his eyes as he said, “I’m so sorry I really wanted to spend the day with you, but it looks like work called and I have to go in for a meeting.”

“Oh… that’s okay, how long is the meeting?”

“Probably around thirty minutes or so if two of the members don’t stir up any drama. Otherwise, it’ll most likely be about an hour and a half filled with boring presentation slides filled with fireworks in the background.” Mizai groaned.

“Oh well that’s not too bad, I could drive you if you want, and then just wait out in the lobby or whatever? I mean, I don’t want to impose, I can also just leave and let you get on with your day…” You started to ramble.

“No, no I’d love that. You wouldn’t have to wait out in the lobby or anything, you could honestly hang out inside the conference room. Pariston probably won’t bring up anything important; I mean, it’s not like the chairman died or anything, so I’d think it would be fine.”

“Okay cool, is it okay if I take this with me?” You gestured to the milk bottle.

“Yeah of course!” He smiled, “Just let me get ready really quick and then we can head out.”

You went onto your phone for a bit, texting some of your friends who were hungry for more info about this mystery man, and how your night went with him. Thirty minutes went by like this, and you became so engrossed with messaging your friends that you didn’t even realize that Mizai had walked down the stairs and up to you ever so silently, until he was startling you by asking, “You’re not talking about me are you?”

“Uh, no?” You replied after your heart slowed down again.

“I’m just kidding, are you ready?”

You nodded, and the both of you headed down the complex together and to your car.

It took less than ten minutes for you to arrive, and even though you were starting to feel nervous about going to the meeting with him, Mizai reassured you with a gentle squeeze from his hand. You smiled up at him and gently nudged your shoulders together as he led you to the conference room.

Mizai opened the door, allowing you to step into the Zodiac council chamber before him, clutching your bottle of milk as you took in the scene in front of you. Some people in bizarrely dressed outfits seemed to just be talking. A scruffy looking man with an odd hat and seemingly dirty clothes seemed to be mumbling to himself some ancient text from an archaeological ruin or something. And a blonde man in a very expensive looking suit was just on his computer, browsing at what seemed to be more designer suits.

He must be Pariston? You thought as you smiled shyly to all the people in the room, who had all stopped to look at the bottle of milk you were holding.

Pariston looked up with the rest of them, and greeted both you and Mizai warmly with a seemingly kind, but dangerous, sort of smile and offhandedly commented, “Ah, so I see we are partaking in Mizai’s milk today.”

Your body ran cold as the entire world around you came screeching to a halt…

“...His What?”

End Fic :)

A/N: for anyone lost, this is referencing to a headcanon earlier in the year where Mizai has udders and makes his own milk :) that has absolutely cursed me, and I hate it. Also this is literally right before everyone finds out the chairman died. I told you it was gonna be cursed. 

[cocojimin]

Not So Terrible Twos

Mornings were when the house was starkly quiet. The only audible noises were the sleeping sounds of your family and the hum of the appliances in your home. This usually lasted until 9 o’clock in the morning when Duke would wake up and the jingling of his collar could be heard. You were always the first person awake,it was just a habit for you. 

You rub your eyes and turn over to see your two favorite boys cuddling. Your heart lurched in your chest seeing this beautiful sight before you,taking a quick picture so you can hold onto this moment forever. Today was Calum’s first completely free day since the boys have started writing another album. 

You quietly slipped down the white carpeted stairs and into the kitchen,deciding on making your boys a nice breakfast. Waffles,bacon and some fruit sounded good. Starting to prepare the waffle batter and heat the iron,you heard a timid voice call down the stairs. 

“Mumma? I’m ‘wake” Jaxon whispered,making you grin at the fact that your baby boy always followed instructions. You told him that when the baby gate was open,he always had to ask you to get him so he doesn’t hurt himself. Grabbing his dainty golden hand,you waltzed him down the stairs,letting him roam to his playroom. 

“Bubby,is Daddy awake?” “No,Daddy eyes still closed.” You chuckled knowing Calum would be sleeping in on his off day. That man worked to hard for hours on end so you knew not to bother him in his precious resting time.

The food was prepared and kept warm as you retrieved your bouncing son. Jaxon was led upstairs to his room and quickly changed into his lounge wear as you had no plans,just wanting to get him out of his pajamas. His pull up was discarded and he put on his ‘big boy pants like daddy’. 

Soft grey jogging pants and a snug white shirt adorned the baby boy as comfortable socks were slipped on his feet. His two braids were taken down and his hair was combed out,his curls bouncing blooming with every brush stroke. Down the stairs you two went and to Jaxons high chair. You strapped him in and placed his warm food in front of him with a sippy cup with orange juice. 

The television was cut on and turned to his favorite show: Spongebob Squarepants. You would be lying if you said this wasn’t the household favorite. Soon,you came to the conclusion that you had to wake your exhausted husband up. 10 am was fairly late and you were positive that his stomach was grumbling from hunger.

This moment is always the worst part for you. You hated waking him up out of his needed sleep,but you had no other option. 

Underneath a thin duvet laid Calum,sprawled out on the mattress with light snores leaving his parted lips. The light cut through the gap in the curtains and illuminated his tanned skin,the black ink of the countless tattoos being brought to life against the sunshine. This lightning pointed out this flawless aura of your husband as a hand gently brushed back his black curls. He looked more youthful when he slept,almost childlike. 

Jaxon was a spitting image of his father,a bright eyed brown boy with luscious curls and a smile to die for. Calum stirred away,gently fluttering his thick eyelashes before his hazy gaze laid on you. 

A smile flashed onto his face as he let out a yawn and started to stretch,groaning with the crackle of his bones. He knew why you were waking him,hell he could smell why you were waking him. His toned legs swung out of the bed as his full frame stood up straight. 

“Mm,good morning dollface,” Calum said as he wrapped his arms around you and indulged in your scent. “I made breakfast Cal,Jax is downstairs waiting for you,” you said with a smile,watching Calum untangle himself from you and rush downstairs leaving his posterior in your view. 

“Oh Bubba,” “Daddy,m-morning.” Jaxon was chewing a piece of bacon as he wiggles around in his chair,silently begging Calum to hold him.

Sitting down to eat,Calum unclipped Jaxon from his seat and sat him on his lap. The three of you ate in silence,paying attention to the yellow sponge gracing your flatscreen. 

“Doll,how do you feel about Ash coming over for a bit?” “Oh that’s great,I’ve missed my ‘momosa’ buddy.” A giggle left your lips as you recalled Ashton being the only one to partake in your Mimosa hybrids when you were pregnant.

You got the idea off of Instagram and needed somebody to test out the recipes for the non-alcoholic treat. Ashton was walking out of the game room from playing Call of Duty with Calum when he saw you furrowing your brow at the concoction. 

“Hey Y/N,Whatcha making?” Ashton didn’t even let you answer before his large hand wrapped around the glass,taking a large gulp. “Damn! This is really good!” “It’s called a ‘Momosa’,Mimosa for pregnant women like myself,” hand subconsciously rubbing your protruding belly. 

You spent the next hour whipping up different flavors of the drink with Ashton by your side doing the taste testing. It was always nice to have a companion around while your other girlfriends were busy. Him and Calum were bestfriends and it only made sense that he would be the godfather to your unborn child. You decided on Ash after you noticed how responsible he was with the arrival of the new addition looming. He would come over to help paint the nursery,build the furniture with Calum,watch after you when Calum had to run errands,He even went to a fatherhood class with Calum.

Jaxon became giddy after hearing the name of his lovely godfather fall from his fathers lips. Jaxon and Ashtons love was undeniable. He was the first to hold Jax after the two of you,and he shed a tear looking at his godson. He would spoil the little Hood every chance he got,coming over with clothes,toys,or books to share with the baby. 

The kitchen was tidied up as Calum let Ashton know to be on his way. Jaxon was running around the family room with Duke when Ash came through the front door,seeing as he has a spare key. 

“Well hello family!” 

“Hey Ash,” You said as Jax squealed and ran right into Ashton’s direction. Ashton scooped the boy up before he ran into his legs. 

A smirk was shared between the two men before Ash came and gave you a half bear hug,telling you he’s missed hanging around your house. You get suspicious as he takes Jax upstairs and into his room,telling him to pack himself a small bag. 

“Calum are you being sneaky again?” 

“No! Me? Never doll,you have the wrong person.” Ashton come down the stairs with Jax,a small grey hoodie to match his joggers zipped up on his chest and his small white high top converse on his baby feet. His special made black book bag with his name sew into the front pocket and patches adorning it was on his tiny shoulders. 

“And where do you two think your going?” 

“Well if you may know,I’m taking him to get some ice cream then we’re gonna swing by Luke’s place and have a little sleepover,” 

Ash flashed you a bright and innocent smile making you cross your arms and look between the three boys in your presence. 

“I just knew there was something up,” dropping to your knees,you fixed Jaxon’s outfit,giving his cubby face an abundance of kisses before tugging him into a big hug. “Bye Mumma,bye Daddy,Ill see you later,” Jax hugged you back,placing a kiss on your nose before going over to Cal and doing the same.

Ash and Jax left the house and it was your turn to pester Cal with questions. Before you could do that though,his large hands were in your waist and his lips found yours. 

The passion behind the kiss was dizzying and his hands roaming your body was blissful. He wanted to get Jaxon out of the house for a long overdue night filled with lust and love. The bedroom door was flung up by the heel of Calum’s foot as he carried you bridal style,lips on your neck and your hands in his hair. You silently thanked the heavens for the best godfather ever seeing as your night with Calum had just begun.

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