#river i love youuu

[whump-queen]

Tbh I was surprised by the valley accent when I first heard you talk

omGG i’m getting called tf out today—

but this is so interesting cuz some people tell me ‘you sound exactly how you type’ and some are more surprised by my irl voice? but yk as long as it’s litty vibes i’m Presenting my Gender Correctly so eeee!!

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[effervescentdragon]

3, 33, 49 ❤️❤️❤️

helloooooo deareeeesttttttt ❤️❤️❤️❤️

do you leave the window open at night?

If its not too cold, absolutely. always. i hate closed windows it makes me claustrophobic. Tgebdoors have to be closed tho.

the last adventure you’ve been on?

my whole life is a fucking adventure river. hmm.. oh god okay. me and bestie ran out of cigarettes at the cemetary, which is next to a hospital, so we had a full adventure trying to find a cigarette shop in the vicinity. the amount of hills we climbed.... 😹

can you skip rocks?

Yes! And im good at it! I used to beat all my boy cousins when i was a kid, so they wouldnt let me play, so i threw rocks at them. Its all just angles, and it makes sense to me in a way clasroom geometry never did 😹

[greenhammiee]

thanks for all of the sweet comments in the reblogs on the last post 😁😁😁🫶🫶

[mandarinmoons]

can i request fluff for fem or gn reader (you pick) that involves spencer rambling? could be platonic or romantic pairing. i just really miss reid’s rambles ☹️☹️🤍🤍 thank youuu

“Oh my god, Spencer, look!”

Spencer was startled when you shoved the phone in his face and he had to push your hand back a bit so he could see what you were trying to show him on your screen.

“Aren’t they the cutest?”

The picture on display was of two otters holding hands while floating in a river. Spencer noticed how you were beaming at the sight and cleared his throat.

“Did you know that otters hold hands while they sleep so that they don’t drift apart from one another?”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded and continued, “Yeah. Sea otters, particularly mothers and pups, sometimes hold hands while floating on their backs. Hand-holding keeps the otters from drifting away from each other and their food source while they sleep. They also sleep wrapped in long strands of kelp like a blanket. The kelp acts like an anchor and prevents them from floating out to the open ocean. When a pup is small, the mother will hold it on her belly to keep it from floating away.”

“Oh my god, that’s adorable!”

Spencer smiled when he heard the squeal in your voice.

“Baby otters are usually called pups. They can also be called kits or kittens. Female otters are sows, and males are boars. Otter groups are called a family, bevy, lodge, or romp. The latter is the most common term for a group of otters on land. A group of otters in the water is most often called a raft.”

“Wait what? Kittens? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well it’s true,” Spencer chuckled when he saw your lips form into a pout. If he had known that you had a love for otters he would’ve spewn out some facts about the adorable animals a long time ago.

“Do you know anything else about them?”

“Uh, well… they have this special dance that they do when they try to um, relieve themselves.”

“Oh I’ve got to see that.”

Spencer laughed when you took out your phone again and searched up what he had just told you.

Pulling up a video, you sat down next to Spencer and cuddled up to his side a bit as you two laughed at the video.

You kept scrolling through the videos that were recommended and soon enough you were fully nestled into Spencer’s side, his hand gently caressing your side. Who knew that a conversation about some silly facts about otters would lead you to the both of you enjoying each other’s company in this way?

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Deadpool with a teenager protege plsss, thank youuu!

Wade will always claim that he never wanted a side kick.

‘Protege’ you’d correct him on the fly.

‘That’s a way too big of a word to be in your vocabulary so suddenly little featus.’ He’d quickly say in response before going in to boop you on the noose, only for you to swat his hand away.

Wade as a mentor was so unserious it hurt.

He tried to shoo you away as though you were a stray fucking cat trying to follow him home or something!

There was no point in searching for any deep wisdom from him when anything he said was rude and rather crude for some people, you’re better off finding wisdom in a brick wall then wade, but still you were stuck with the human personification of intrusive thoughts.

He was the devil on your shoulder telling you to dropkick the elderly down a flight of stairs or send them floating down a river in a box (not blind Al tho) and or to kill/kidnap and torture the enemy in your love life.

Wade acts like he hates having you follow him like a lost puppy but the moment he losses sight of you he runs amok, claiming that his ‘mother’s adrenaline’ was kicking in and he had to find you while causing death and destruction in his path.

He wasn’t the ideal person you should be following in the footsteps of and he knew it too, but by this point he had grown an attachment to you and he knew in that moment he was fucked, royally, up the ass with no lube nor warning beforehand.

(He likes a pre-warning countdown before he gets royally fucked in the ass)

You bicker more often then not about how to handle things and it ends with the enemy often getting away, which then becomes even more unnecessary bickering!

‘He got away! Again!’ You’d cry.

‘I’m not the one who wanted to talk all peace and love with the guy in hopes it would change him, this isn’t booktok little fetus!’ Wade would shout back.

‘You were going to kill him without finding out where the rest of them were based at!’ You screamed incredulously, waving your hands towards the twin guns in his gloved hands as though it wasn’t obvious enough.

‘You’re in time out.’ Wade said. ‘Go and sit in the taxi with Dopinder and think about what you’ve done!’

‘Fuck you, you ain’t my dad!’ - you

‘That’s it! No Mac and cheese when we get home!’ -Wade, crossing his arms.

‘I hate you wrinkle dick!’ - you shouting over your shoulder as you walked towards the taxi.

To anyone else It looked more like siblings fighting rather than a mentor and protege going at one another for the second fuck up that day.

While it may look like Wade doesn’t take anything seriously, if you were to get seriously hurt however, it was a different side of him entirely. He’s doing things that you have never seen him do before and just how terrifying he could be with how effortlessly he moved through the goons as though they weren’t shit before making it to your side.

Whether you can heal like him is up to you, but regardless Wade will make sure that your wounds weren’t too deep or too serious for him to handle. He didn’t want to see his protege hurt, not on his watch, you had very much became his child over the course of your time as mentor and protege, so much that he was finally allowing himself to sit with the feeling he had been having for a long while.

He cared. He really cared and it kinda scared him as how was he suppose to look after someone else when he couldn’t even look after himself? He didn’t want you to end up like him as he knew you could be greater but was too selfish to let you wander too far away from him, not without feeling that tug within his chest that told him to keep an eye out.

You never knew what you were getting with deadpool/Wade Wilson, he was unpredictable and chaotic but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

If you were to do anything that was too ‘Wade’ he would pretend to wipe a tear as you looked back at him with a smile as though you didn’t have blood on your face, and fake a sniffle.

‘That’s my little featus, I birthed them from my womb and now they just began to run with their tinny, stumpy baby legs.’

Wolverine next to him like: 🤨what the fuck are you on about-

Wade: shhhh, I’m being proud of my tiny creation, don’t ruin this for me with your toxic macho man brooding.

Needless to say you need to be a little bit mental to have someone like Wade as your mentor.

[azrielstaylorsversion]

I love your writing, could you write an Azriel and Reader story where she has long nails, and he’s obsessed with them? All fluff, but he likes when she plays with his hair or scratches his head, and everyone teases him? Thank you, love youuu

Scratches

Azriel x reader | fluff

Based on this old request :)

Having the entire family together in one room was rare nowadays. Everyone was seated around the fire place, empty bottles of wine and snacks scattered around the room.

It was now several hours later since dinner. Some of your family members had retreated back to their rooms. The only ones to stay behind were Cassian, Nesta and Mor. Along with you and a clearly drunk Azriel, who was currently leaning his head against your chest, the rest of his body resting half on top of yours.

The two of you had settled on one of the couches in the River House. Azriel had decided to shift his body around one hour ago, finding it more comfortable to lay on top of you than sitting down. He didn't even care about his family seeing him snuggle up to you, even though they were too focused on their own conversations to even notice.

You had smiled when he relaxed his entire body against yours. He had grabbed your hand after a few minutes, placing it on his back. You knew what he wanted from you, he didn't even have to ask.

It had actually become a habit over the years. He had always loved your long nails, even before being mated. It didn't matter if he was the one holding you or the other way around, he always wanted you to scratch his head, trace patterns on his back or play with his hair.

It calmed him down. Cleared his thoughts, he had once told you.

You were still listening to Mor and Cassian's conversation while continuing to play with your mates hair when Nesta caught your attention, smiling at the sight of the two of you. Your family never really got to see this side of Azriel.

Your eyes turned back to Azriel, his eyes now closed and his breathing soft and even.

"Look how cute." Mor beamed. You just continued to play with his hair while rolling your eyes.

"Can you just be quiet about it. It's a good thing he's asleep." you told her softly.

Cassian stared at the two of you. "Are you... scratching his head?" he questioned confused.

You sighed, sending Nesta a quick look that told her help. You and Nesta were the only sober ones in the family. Most of the time along with Az, but he decided to just go for it tonight.

"Yes I'm scratching his head, Cassian. Are you jealous?" you asked his, cocking your head.

Cassian's eyes widened, but after a few seconds he started laughing, Mor following. "So that's where the long nails are for! I always wondered why you kept them at this length." he said between the laughter.

They were so annoying when drunk. Mostly Cassian.

"I keep them long because I like the way it looks. And it has its perks." you told him with a sigh. There was no way in explaining yourself. They would most likely forget about this by tomorrow.

"Cute little shadowsinger." Mor said with a giggle.

Azriel huffed against your chest, shifting slightly. He was clearly awake.

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep." you whispered against his head, your hand never leaving his head.

"Never your fault." he spoke so silently you almost didn't hear him. He shifted his body so he could sit.

"Thank you for disturbing my sleep, dickheads." he said in the direction of Mor and Cassian who had finally stopped giggling. "It's not my fault your hair is too dirty to even touch." Azriel shot at Cassian, who looked hurt by his words.

He looked between Azriel and Nesta. "That's not the reason you don't scratch my head. Right?" he asked Nesta unsurely.

Nesta only rolled her eyes, tugging at his sleeve. "Let's go to bed before you hurt your own feelings even more." she gave you an apologetic smile before disappearing out of the room with Cassian, who was still whining to her about his hair being dirty.

Mor trailed after them soon after, giving the two of you a wave. "Have fun scratching each other." she quickly said over her shoulder.

After they all disappeared you fell back against the couch with a sigh. "If they remember this tomorrow they will never let us live this down."

Azriel laughed softly. "Don't worry, they will most likely forget this happened." he said as he stood from the couch. He almost lost his balance as he got to his feet.

You quickly stood, helping him stay steady. "I'm not even sure you will remember this tomorrow." you told him with a snort.

Azriel turned his head to you. He groaned, placing his hands over his face. "I can't even see you clearly. I hate it when I can't see you clearly." he said. "I want to kiss you, but I can't really see your lips."

You laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Let's get you to bed Az."

He leaned into your touch, attempting to move his head closer to your face. "Promise to scratch my back?"

You had to bite back a laugh. "Of course Az."

You didn't even have to scratch his back once you got to your bedroom, since he fell asleep the moment his body touched the mattress.

[luella-x]

Arthur Morgan x younger!Fem!Reader

Sum.: Since you've joined the gang you have had a little thing for Arthur, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same.

(NOT MY GIF)

Since this is my first post, I would really love some feedback :3 thank youuu

Love, Luella

It is a warm afternoon in September, the wind blew a slight breeze through my hair and the sun was shining. Since I've finished all of the chores that Ms. Grimshaw gave me, I have decided to sit by the campfire and rest a bit.

The only people that did the same were Micah, the lazy bastard, and Hosea, since he also finished everything he wanted to do. I walked up to the fire and sat down on a log near by. As I sat and drank a bit off my beer, Micah looked at me and smirked. "Well, well... Don't you think you should work? Wash my clothes or something! Some people here actually pull their weight, you know. You should try that once! Just sitting around doing nothing..." He shook his head.

"Micah, shut up. You're not pulling any weight around here." I look over to Hosea and smile at him as he told Micah off. I decided to stay silent, since I don't want any problems. I brush my fingers through my hair and drink some more. Micah mumbles something and walks away.

Suddenly you could here the sound of hoofs on the ground. I look up and grin like a little girl who just saw her crush. Because that is basically the case. Arthur Morgan was riding into camp. He had a little mission in town, which was why he had to stay there for some days. He gets up and walks over to Dutch.

He is so tall and handsome... but there is no way he likes me. I am way younger than him. He'd surely like someone his age. He is in his late 30's, there is no chance he would take interest in someone my age. I look down to the floor and then back up, cause even if he doesn't like me back, he's still damn fine. To my surprise he is no longer with Dutch, I look around but I can't find him.

I get up and turn around swiftly to get my self a book or some fabric to embroider. As I begin to walk while still looking at the floor, I suddenly bump into someone big. I look up and it's... (you've guessed it) Arthur.

"Oh my! I am so sorry Arthur! I really didn't mean to bump into you like this! I'm sorry really! I wanted to~" I blush as I got interrupted by his chuckle. "What?" I ask.

"It's cute how nervous you just got. Look it's fine y/n." He say and chuckles some more. 'cute?' I thought to myself. "Oh uhm okay... thank you Arthur." I look down and continue to walk to my tent. I sit down on my cot and put my face in my hands. 'I am so stupid, he probably thinks I am super weird now. Well... Life still goes on I guess.' As I get up from my bed, I also grab a book and walk back to the campfire. I sit down and begin to read.

It's a love story, I love them. The evening was so beautiful, Javier is playing some songs and a couple of gang members are dancing to it. It's filled with laughter and joy.

The next morning

After I ate breakfast, I immediately started with my chores. I walked down to the little river and got on my knees facing camp. The basket I had with me was full with clothes from different men. I began to wash it thoroughly to get as much of the sweaty smell out as possible.

In camp, most people started doing their chores. I can see some members cleaning up, others ride into town, and one man is making firewood. Arthur. He is swinging his axe, splitting log after log. I can't even look away. He is glowing, from his sweat in the soft morning sun.

He looks at me and smiles. I look away as fast as possible, acting like I never looked at him. I can hear footsteps getting closer. "Good morning y/n."

"Good morning Arthur. Can I help you?" I ask after recognizing his voice. I still look down at the laundry. "Hm no, not really. I just felt like talking to you a bit. What do you have planned for the week?"

I look up "I don't really have anything planned, to be honest... what about you Arthur?" I blush again, looking down.

"Well... I wanted to go into town in a couple of days, would you like to accompany me?" "WHAT?" I exclaimed surprised. "Uhm I mean.. yeah that would be nice, but you don't have to take me if you don't want to.." I say, I'm sure he is asking out of pity, since I don't really get to go into town all that often.

"What are you talking about y/n? I am literally asking you to come with me. Y/n will you please come into town with me?" He asks softly.

"But why me?" I look up at him in disbelief.

"I thought it was pretty obvious... I want to take you out into town. We can go eat somewhere and I'll buy you anything you'd like." He says and smiles down at me.

I look up at him and get up. I hug him. "I'd love that."

Part 2?

[asimpwithfreetime]

how was life for sickly! daughter/sister reader before they had to leave? i love your yandere sullys stories 💗

Thank youuu 💜💜 Let’s do this!

Daily life of Y/n (Our baby! Part 3)

Content warnings: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread yet, kind of short since it is just her daily life.

General warnings: yandere behavior, you know the drill,

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Y/n’s life was quite easy, she had a few chores that were important but would never put her in the middle of any kind of danger. Neytiri and Jake would never let her do anything too hard.

The Sully family treated her like a princess. She was their princess after all. Neytiri would ask Y/n for help with her braids just to keep sweet Y/n occupied. She didn’t notice, she likes being helpful towards her family.

And if she had a few chores to do, Neteyam would finish his quickly to help her. That way he could be with his younger sister. Lo’ak would leave a few easy chores undone to ask for her help.

Kiri would wait until Y/n was free to tell her about her day and ask her about hers. Jake would be the last one, taking some chores that seemed too dangerous for Y/n to do. He would love to see the beam in her eyes as he told her his adventures of his day. They all loved being admired by her.

Ikran, jumping from trees or any place near bigger creatures was OFF LIMITS. It was almost magical how they would appear every time Y/n was trying to do something different. Thankfully, she didn’t think much of it as they knew how to manipulate her and keep her entertained.

Y/n’s biggest chore was to help Tuk out, babysit her and teach her with Kiri’s books. It was a great bonding activity (that was creating a new obsession) and it kept both Y/n and Tuk far away from danger.

Tuk, now under Y/n’s attention 24/7 was starting to develop that yandere obsession that all her siblings had (+ her parents). As she was the baby she wanted to have Y/n as her protector and she wanted to be just like her when she grew up. She had some attachment issues and maybe a little bit of separation anxiety.

Jake and Neytiri noticed this and started to secretly teach her the way to live with that burning need of being close to Y/n and to control her anger.

Tuk took (see what I did there?) advantage of her position as the baby sister. Usually hissing at Neteyam and Lo’ak for being with Y/n too long (she didn’t mind Kiri though, since Kiri lets her stay whenever they are together) or she would pretend to have a nightmare and sleep with her big sister, knowing that she would be safe.

People from the clan weren’t surprised of this behavior, since Y/n was a ray of sun and with her tendency of getting ill, whenever she was out everyone treated her with the biggest kindness. They also knew not to mess with the Sully’s sickly baby.

Her routine was always being interrupted by her family. She would wake up, have breakfast with everyone and go to the near river with Tuk to play for the morning (she didn’t notice Lo’ak and Neteyam following them closely to see if she would get hurt), then Tuk and Y/n would come back to the Hometree to eat a snack and Neytiri would be there to hear with a smile the stories her two babies told her (even if Y/n is closer to Lo’ak’s age, Neytiri and Jake will always say that Tuk and Y/n were the babies of the house).

Later on, Tuk would go play with the other omatikaya kids while Y/n did a few chores inside the hut. Lunch time would come and all of them (except for Jake if he was in a hunting party) would sit together and eat, sharing details of the half of the day they had already lived. In the evening, Kiri would stay around and teach Tuk with Y/n’s help and later on Neteyam would come to help Y/n in her last chores.

Before eclipse, Lo’ak would ask Y/n for help in the EASIEST thing, Y/n would laugh at him while helping but he just loved to make her laugh. While eclipse was beginning, all the sully siblings would seat in a branch of the Hometree watching it happen (and sometimes waiting to see Jake arrive with his party). Y/n would sit between Lo’ak and Neteyam, both of them attentive enough to keep her from falling, she isn’t stupid and wouldn’t fall but they were cautious nonetheless.

Dinner would be served and Jake and Neytiri would share their days with their kids, now Y/n sitting between them. After dinner Neytiri would lovingly play with Y/n’s hair and help her redo some of her braids (if Kiri and Tuk needed too she would do it) while Jake told the Sullys one story about his human life.

[flowerandblood]

✨ Appreciative Post ✨

My favorite fanfic’s by other authors

Many of you ask me if I have any favorite authors or stories written by others. Yes! I’d love to share them with you if you haven’t read them yet.

⭐ Deep Rivers Run Quiet by @sylasthegrim

⭐ Finding the courage by @happilyhertale

⭐ His Property by @aegonification

⭐ Rev. 22:20 by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

⭐ Duty, Sacrifice by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

⭐ mad prince by @aemvnd

⭐ Smoke, Fire and Ash by @asumofwords

⭐ The Sublet by @asumofwords

⭐ Consequences by @targaryenrealnessdarling

⭐ Pearl of The Realm by @targaryenrealnessdarling

⭐ Breeding Kink by @troublesomesnitch

⭐ What is Broken by @exitpursuedbyavulcan

Thank you, thank you, thank youuu guys for your quality content! Check other works of this talented writers too! ✨

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[togepies]

OC Deep Dive

tagged by @arcandoria, thank youuu! tagging with zero pressure: @irrewilderer, @seraphfighter, @setaflow, @glitchinginthegarden, and @miss--river!!

I NEVER talk about Nova enough so I'm taking this opportunity to do so ♡

-> Phobias and other fears: Nova's biggest fear is failure. Followed by snakes.

(putting the rest under a read more!)

-> Pet peeves: when people talk during movies, people who are always late (wear a watch or something), and unsolicited advice.

-> 3 things you can always find in their bedroom: abandoned cups of tea, books, model space ships

-> First thing they notice in a person: How they carry themselves. Nova tends to make judgements based off of it, whether those judgements are right or wrong is up for debate.

-> On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? Probably around an 8! Girl's been through some shit.

-> Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Fight, always. Whether it's physical fighting to defend herself or a verbal argument...she will fight you.

-> Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? No and no. She's an only child with a poor relationship to her blood relatives so she's never been one for family.

-> What animal represents them best? Maybe a tiger! Since they symbolize courage and strength...and they're pretty badass.

-> What is a smell they dislike? Popcorn is number one, she just thinks it's gross

-> Have they broken any bones? Multiple, yes. Her line of work isn't exactly OSHA approved

-> How would a stranger likely describe them? Strangers often describe her as cold, ruthless, and intimidating. The scowl on her face does her no favors (resting bitch face queen)

-> Are they a night owl or morning bird? Night owl but forced to be a morning bird...she has no sleep schedule.

-> What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She hates anything banana flavored (valid), but loves anything cherry flavored (girl why)

-> Do they have any hobbies? She looooves reading! She always has at least 2 books going at a time. She's unstoppable. She also journals, and tries fish keeping but well. She's not very good at it. And then of course, building model space ships. *sigh* she would have loved legos.

-> Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do not do this lmao. Nova is a planner, she doesn't like unexpected anything let alone a party. tbh her instincts would kick in and she would probably punch the first person she sees

-> Do they like to wear jewelry? No. She's gotten used to not wearing any that she never really thinks about it, and she just...forgets jewelry even exists. She does have EDI's ring though- she just keeps it in the box tucked away for safe keeping.

-> Do they have messy handwriting? Absolutely. She never learned to write (everything was digital), so if she writes anything at all, it's bound to be a disaster.

-> What are the two emotions they feel the most? Anxiety and frustration

-> Do they have a fabric? I don't know enough about fabrics to answer this 😅 I guess...wool maybe? It's kind of scratchy...like her personality

-> What kind of accent do they have? Standard American. Her voice claim is canon fem!Shep so!

[anxious-dumpling]

Chapter Two: Father's Day! (3,000 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :)

RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters:

Little!Reader

CG Jungkook

CG Taehyung

Playcare Owner Hoseok

EA Felix

EA Hyunjin

Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin

Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Like a kitty cat stalking her unsuspecting prey, you crawl up onto the bed.

"Papa," You whisper, leaning in close to his angelic face as he snores lightly, his dirty blonde hair splayed messily across his pillow. You bump the end of your nose into the tiny mole on his cheekbone. As he begins to stir, you turn to tap Jungkook's arm. "Daddy."

Both men slowly blink away their sleep, smiling weakly when they realize who's sitting between them.

Taehyung grabs his glasses from the nightstand, sliding them on and pulling you in for a warm hug.

"Good morning, early bird," He rasps, kissing your hair.

"Happy Father's Day," You cheer as calmly as you can, not wanting to startle them. "Wait... Or is it, 'Merry'?"

He laughs. "Whichever you want."

"Happy-Merry Father's Day, Papa," You decide, moving to give Jungkook a hug. "Happy-Merry Father's Day, Daddy."

"Thank you, baby," He snarls, squeezing you so tight to his bare chest you think you might snap like a bread stick!

You joke, "Owww!"

"You're the cutest." His tattooed hands fall to your waist as you pull away, heart fluttering as he fondly gazes up at you. "Aren't you?"

"Uh huh. You know what else I am, Papa and Daddy?"

Tae guesses, "Oh. You're... Jeon-Kim Haen?"

"You're hungry?" Jungkook adds.

"You're sleepy?"

"My favorite girl?"

"Funny?"

You can't help but giggle at their silliness, scrunching your nose at them.

"Sweet?"

"Creative?"

"Thoughtful?"

"Smart?"

"No," You shake your head. When they send you suspicious looks, you admit, "Okay, fine. I'm all'ose things. But I'm also... a chef!"

At the same time, they croon, "Ooh. A chef?"

You give a confident nod, putting on your best acting skills and sniffing the air. "Mmmm. What's that smell, you guys?"

They catch on quickly.

Taehyung grins boxily, "Did you make breakfast for us, sweetheart?"

Jungkook throws off the covers. "Well, we have go find out."

"Yeah!" You agree, climbing off the bed. "We have to go find out! Come on!"

Before Jungkook even has the chance to pull on a shirt, you grab his hand and drag him out of the room, Taehyung loyally following along behind you. The early morning sunshine breaks over you as you turn the corner, entering the sunny kitchen area together.

They both gasp softly at the sight that greets them.

Of course you cooked breakfast!

"Haen-ie," Taehyung's grin widens.

"Sit, sit, sit!" You push him forward, pleased to see him and Jungkook taking seats at the table. "I'll get water for you!"

As you run over to the fridge, the two men share a loving glance over the plates of food in front of them. You've spoiled each of them with a pile of hot, crispy eggs and fried rice leftovers, garnished with a pink marshmallow and a very, very large side of ketchup. 

"I can't believe this, baby." Jungkook giggles cutely, as you return with a jug of cold water.

Taehyung is almost doubled over. "The marshmallow. Aww."

"Water for Daddy," You announce, pouring some into his glass. It slips a little, spilling a puddle onto the table, but Jungkook's hands shoot out and help you keep the jug steady. You do the same for Taehyung's glass with some more help from him. "And water for Papa!"

"Thank youuu," He cooes, taking a sip and very seriously considering the taste, as if it's a fine wine. "Mmmm. Very good."

Jungkook asks, "Chef Haen-nim, where did you get this delicious water?"

"It's straight from the Han River," You proudly tell him, taking a seat. "Masitkke deuseyo, Papa and Daddy."

"Masitkke deuseyo."

"Masitkke deuseyo," Taehyung bows, picking up his chopsticks and trying the rice, groaning as he chews. "Mm. Amazing."

Technically, it was him who cooked it for dinner last night, but it's been sprinkled with your love now! Even tastier!

"It looks like you-." Jungkook laughs, turning over his burnt egg. "Baby, did you cook this in the air frier?"

"Yep!" You chirp, watching as he stuffs it in his mouth, politely ignoring the blackened edge. "It was so easy!"

Your Papa and Daddy always tell you not to use the stove or the oven without their help, even if you put on the protective mittens, so you had to find another way to cook breakfast. It was scary hearing the sizzling oil and the loud, robot-like beep of the air fryer, but you love your Papa and Daddy so much that you forced yourself to be brave. You showed that stupid fryer who's boss - Jeon-Kim Haen!

"You're so talented, sweetness," Taehyung praises you. "Would you like to try Papa's marshmallow?"

He holds it to your lips, popping it into your mouth.

"S'ank you!"

"What about you, Jagi?" He looks at his husband. "You should eat your marshmallow, too. Don't waste it."

"Ah. So right," The man agrees, pinching it between his fingers.

"No, no, no," He stops him. "With the rice and eggs."

You giggle, trying not to spit gooey, pink dribble all over your chin as Jungkook gawks. "Wh-?! Punk, you fed yours to Haen already!"

"She loves marshmallows."

"Yah," He complains, twitching his head to the side and readying himself for the bite he's about to take. "How convenient."

"Haen-ie, Papa's smart, isn't he?"

You nod. "Papa is very smart."

"Smarter than Daddy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Jungkook scoffs, smiling in the dim sunlight at the both of you before taking a bite of everything on his plate.

You wait with bated breath as he tests it out, surprisingly unfazed by the mixture of burnt egg, stale rice, and the sugary gummy.

"Aigo," He mutters, coughing a laugh, swallowing it down like a thick tar. "Why is it good?"

The three of you burst into giggles.

"What?! You're weird, Daddy."

He places his chopsticks down and cradles your face, pressing a wet, sweet-smelling kiss to your cheek. "Best breakfast ever, baby."

Taehyung subtly adds, "But Papa is going to have to cook us some real food after this..."

"Hyunjin-ie!" You squeal as soon as you enter the classroom. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Haen-ie," The EA smiles gracefully, kneeling down to give you a brief, friendly hug. Leaning away, he holds both your hands, looking up at you with a gentle gaze and his long hair pulled back into a stylish bun. "How are you today?"

"You should ask me what I had for breakfast," You giggle, squeezing his fingers.

"Oh? What did you have for breakfast?"

"I had eggs, rice, and," You pause, cracking yourself up by whispering loudly, "Marshmallows!"

Hyunjin gasps like you've just slapped him, dramatic as ever. "Marshmallows?!"

"Yeah! Pink ones!"

"Why, why, why?"

"I made breakfast for my Papa and Daddy be- because it's Father's Day," You explain, beaming.

"Is that right? I can see why your Papa calls you 'sweetness', Haen-ie."

"It's because I'm sweet!"

"Yes, it is." Standing up, the man leads you over to the cubby shelves. "Sweet as a marshmallow!"

Putting away your backpack and greeting the other teachers, you head over to the toy area, where your friends Jeongin, Seungmin, and Jimin are grooving out to this morning's song, 'Wiggle, Spin!'. The three of them break out in excitement when they spot you. 

"Haen-ie!" Jeongin exclaims, the alien antennas on his headband wobbling around. "Look! We're dancing!"

"I like dancing!"

"No, we're wiggling and spinning," Seungmin corrects the boy, spinning in a circle when the song tells him to. "See?"

As the rest of you follow suit and do a spin, Jimin claims, "This is dancing!"

"You gotta wear a headband, too," Jeongin grabs a matching one from the basket nearby, sliding it on your head. "There you go!"

"Thanks, Jeongin!"

"You're welcome, Hae- Oh!"

The song is suddenly telling you to wiggle your hips next, so you make sure to follow the command. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!

Once the move is over, Jeongin finishes his sentence. "You're welcome, Haen-ie."

"Who's Haen-ie?"

He tilts his head, copper colored hair falling over his eye. "What? It's you!"

"Nuh-uh. My name is Beep-Boop now!" You wag your antennas side to side. "'Cuz I'm an alien! See?"

"Ohhhh." He grins, his eyes squished closed. "You're welcome, Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," Jimin chirps.

Seungmin copies him. "Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," You agree with the alien. "Beepy-Beepy-Boop!"

"Beeeeep!"

"Hey, friends," Yeongbok's voice comes. You look up at him, met with the lovely EA's bright smile. You feel your whole body preen like a flower under a ray of sunlight, his antennas bouncing all over the place as he approaches you. "Can I dance with you?"

Without even thinking, all four of you waste no time shouting at him, "Beep-Boop!" 

He blanches a little. "Is that a yes?"

You grab his hand. "Yes!"

"Aw. Thank you, kind alien. Did you guys know it's Father's Day today?"

"Oh! Yeah! I gave my Dad a big hug this morning," Seungmin announces.

Yeongbok's crooked smile widens. "That's amazing, Seungmin-ie."

"I hugged my Dad, too!"

You tell him, "I made my Papa and Daddy breakfast."

"Oh, Yeongbok," Jimin's mouth forms a pink 'O', like he's just remembered something. "Haen-ie has two Dads, you know!"

As everyone does another spin, Yeongbok agrees, "Yeah, she does. Isn't that great?"

"She's so lucky."

You stick a finger up, wanting to set something straight. "But Jimin, two Dads means there's- there's twice the Dad-farts!"

"Haen-," Yeongbok tries his best not to burst into laughter like the boys do. "Haen-ie, we don't talk about that sort of thing."

"And you can never decide who you want a piggyback from."

"She said, 'fart'!"

"And also, you can't use their shoes for playing dress-up, 'cuz they only have ugly loafers and grandpa sandals."

"Haen-ie, I hope that's not in your presentation today," Yeongbok chides very lightly.

"What? Shoes, or farts?"

He gives you a cheeky look. "Aigo. I'm going to tell Hyunjin that you're a little trickster."

"Hyunjin loves me," You argue, squealing when the EA grabs at your tummy, digging into you with tickling fingers. "Hey! He loves me!"

"Trickster," He taunts, "You're a little trickster!"

Pushing at his shoulders, you laugh, "That- That tickles, Ye-Yeongbok-ie! Ah!"

"Get off Beep-Boop!"

As Hoseok switches off the dancing song, your alien friends all jump your attacker, dog-piling him until he trips, landing on his butt on the foam padding of the floor. Headbands go flying, legs kicking wildly as Yeongbok growls in defeat like a wounded animal.

"Okay, friends," Your teacher interrupts the chaos, smiling knowingly at you as you stand there innocently.

"I'm sorry," Yeongbok laughs in his deep voice, "I'm sorry!"

"Dance time is over. Let's head over to our desks and get ready to give our presentations!"

You thrust your hands out at the pile of your friends, shouting, "Lazer beam!"

They all flop onto their sides, slowly rising and heading over to the learning area to recover from your dangerous alien powers.

You remember on your first day at Playcare, Hyunjin explained that dancing before class helps everybody get rid of their morning jitters, but you don't think that's entirely true. You did lots of dancing this morning, and as you watch Ahyun finish her presentation and return to her table, receiving a high-five from Hoseok, you can confirm that there is definitely at least one or two jitters in your belly.

When the applause dies down, your teacher speaks.

"Okay. Next on our list is," Hoseok scrolls down the iPad screen. "Ah. Haen-ie!"

He clicks around, causing a photo of you, Taehyung, and Jungkook to appear on the whiteboard, replacing Ahyun's family.

Everyone gives you a soft round of applause as you freeze up, unsure.

Jeongin and Jimin cheer, "Yay, Haen-ie!"

"Yay, Haen-ie!"

"You got this," Yeongbok pets your shoulder, the tiny freckles on his nose scrunching as he smiles.

"I got this," You whisper to yourself, standing from your seat.

Yeongbok and Hyunjin both send you a thumbs up, Hoseok gesturing for you to begin whenever you're ready.

You got this!

You shouldn't be nervous! These are your friends!

With one last glance over your shoulder at Taehyung and Jungkook on the board, you muster up the courage to face the class and begin politely, "Happy Father's Day, ev- everyone. This is my Papa and Daddy... Papa's the blonde one, and Daddy's the tall one."

You sound a bit like a robot, reciting the speech you wrote with Hoseok's help a few days ago.

"My Papa's a hairdresser and I love him because he makes my hair pretty every day. He's good at cutting hair and making it different colors, but he also likes doing pottery and taking photos with his big camera. My Daddy, he's an accountant... I don't know what that is, but he's very good at it, too. He likes to work out and he has lots of tattoos, and I love him because he ties my shoelaces for me."

You spot Hyunjin pouting harder than ever from the back of the class, looking like you've stolen his candy.

Yeongbok simply looks like a kicked puppy.

"Oh, and he does this thing called deadlifting," You giggle, remembering. "But he uses me instead of actual weights. It's really funny."

Small smiles break out across their faces.

"There's lots of reasons I love them, but Hoseok-seonsangnim said I only have two or three minutes.... so-, um..."

If you listed all of the reasons you loved your Papa and Daddy, you'd need at least three hours.

At least!

When you're at a loss for what else to say, Hoseok helps you out by prompting, "Why'd you choose this photo, Haen-ie?"

"Oh! I chose it because it's from the- from the day we moved to Seoul, and because Papa said it has his good side in it."

"Ahhh."

You point out, "We're at a cafe 'cuz it was a long drive from Geochang, and they were hungry. Well, that's what Papa said, but they didn't actually eat much. They just buyed this, um, little cake with a love-heart and 'Welcome Home', on it, and we ate it together."

Your teacher sends you a cheerful grin. "That's lovely, Haen-ie. Anything else you want to tell us?"

You share a glance with your table, where Yeongbok is shaking his head at you and the boys are all nodding.

Your ears go pink.

Yes, there is something else!

"Having two Dads means... you get twice the," You tease, watching your EA facepalm into the table. "Dad jokes!"

He raises his head, pleasantly surprised. You had managed to go the whole presentation without mentioning farts.

"Great job, Haen," Hoseok claps, rallying the class to join in. "Great job."

Returning to your desk, you sit down in your chair, welcomed back by Yeongbok petting your shoulder again.

"I did it!" You whisper. "I didn't even cry, or anything!"

"Amazing," He agrees.

"Okay, everyone. Only a few more to go now. Next up is-!"

That night, Taehyung lets you share the rest of the marshmallows while you all watch Jungkook's favorite movie - one with no swearing, punching, or bad guys, of course - Spirited Away. It's lucky that your tough Daddy is just as in love with Ghibli movies as you are!

After Chihiro crosses the river and Sen is freed from the Bathhouse, the credits start rolling.

Wrapped up in a blanket, Tae jokes, "How many times have you guys seen this movie now? Thirty?"

"A thousand."

"A thousand," You both say at the same time, giggling and high-fiving afterward.

After that, your Papa and Daddy decide they want to watch something else.

Your performance!

You step up onto the imaginary stage, which is really just the lounge room rug, and recite your speech all over again just for them. You don't sound so much like a robot, anymore. You sound like Jeon-Kim Haen, telling your parents how much you love them.

You love them because they always hold both your hands when you cross the street, which is very important!

You love them for making sure your clothes are clean, your belly is full, and your heart is happy.

You love the warm bear hugs Taehyung gives you, and you love the bone-crushing hugs Jungkook gives you.

You love Taehyung because when he sings you to sleep, it sounds like deep thunder clouds and smooth rocks.

When Jungkook sings you to sleep, it sounds like you're already dreaming!

And of course, you simply love that they're your parents.

Jimin is right.

You're lucky!

Taehyung and Jungkook don't quite give you the three hours you'd need to list all your reasons. It's almost your bed time and they can tell you're getting sleepier by the minute, but it's definitely enough time to melt their hearts into marshmallow-goo.

"Yah! I'm not cryinggg-uhhhhh!" Jungkook whines when you're done, slapping his husband, "You are!"

Taehyung doesn't even deny it. "I am!"

"Oh, wait."

As Taehyung completes the last button on your pyjama shirt, you run over to your backpack, digging through it.

"I forgot to-... to give this to you. It's still Father's Day, right, Papa?"

"Of course." He cooes. "What kind of Dad would I be if I put you to bed after midnight?"

Ohh. Found it!

"Here."

"What's this?" He smiles, holding out his hands.

You place a smooth, colorful stone in his palms.

"It's for you and Daddy."

You Rock, The paint on the front side says, and on the bottom side, Happy Father's Day. From Haen.

"Namjoon-seonsangnim said it's a joke in English," You explain, rubbing your eyes. "He thinks he's really funny, you know."

Your Papa chuckles, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, sweetest. Maybe Daddy will understand it. Let's ask him tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," You yawn. "Tomorrow."

"Let's get you into bed. You're late for your sweet dreams."

The next morning, when you hand the stone to Jungkook at the breakfast table, he just starts giggling to himself.

"Ah, seriously... Your Dad jokes are better than ours, baby."

"Namjoon-seonsangnim is gonna love it when I tell him that."

End Notes:

Of course, this is dedicated to everyone out there who's never gotten the chance to make happy memories on Father's Day <3333

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write.

- Smut.

- Self-harm.

- Intense angst.

- Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace.

Everything else goes!

Current roles.

- Taehyung: Parent Caregiver.

- Jungkook: Parent Caregiver.

- Jin: ???

- Namjoon: Art / English Teacher.

- Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner.

- Yoongi: Music Teacher.

- Jimin: Little.

- Bangchan: ???

- Lee Know: ???

- Han: ???

- Changbin: Sports Teacher.

- Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher.

- Felix: EA.

- Seungmin: Little.

- Jeongin: Little.

I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^

[snakeinthebouquet]

oh my god priya after the river with malini she's never broken down like that before aughhhh PRIYA I LOVE YOUUU

[zeawesomeness]

YOUUU I LOVE YOUR OCS DESIGNS SO MUCH qhdhw

THANK YOU JHDSKJADH I give you old doodles from when I was first figuring out Rivers design.

Even though I'm shit at drawing different body types: yes, Rivers current/final design is supposed to be plus-sized.

[whathebeep]

I saw that you were taking headcanons now and I love your writing! Do you have any headcanons for Wyll and Tav’s wedding? GN!Tav pronouns as a preference please!

Oh ABSOLUTELY DUDE I got you! And thank youuu ♥️

Oh the formal wedding would be extravagant. Wyll (as the blade of Avernus who also saved his father) would enjoy a fairy tale wedding. But given who his father is, it would be a rather extravagant thing, wouldn't it? Especially as the heroes of the gate to boot! Why wouldn't the city want to celebrate those who saved it?

I imagine there would be lots of flowers as decor. Wild flowers from the region near the grove, near where you two first met. Flowers that reminded him of his dearest Tav. They were the light of his life and truly he would want this day to be incredibly special for them. He would be the sort to get simple rings, with both of your birth stones side by side on each. I like to imagine that even though this wedding is a formal event and will have a lot of high ranking political and social figures there, the bridal parties would consist of your close friends who you saved the world with. It would be an assortment- like personally? I think Karlach would be Wyll's Maid of Honour and Astarion would probably be the best man for Tav (or whomever you headcannon being closest to your Tav!)

Withers would be the minister, cause who the hell else would you ask? I am so certain these small things were a little odd, but for such a big public wedding Wyll would not budge. Nor would be budge on the wants of his partner to be. All their favourite foods, their favourite drinks, the works.

Wyll wears a black suit and a lapel made of the flowers brought from the grove, as I'm sure there is a matching accessory for Tav, either to put in their hair or wear as a lapel as well. His vows are like poetry and he has it memorized, squeezing Tav's hand as tears flow down his face and reciting it word for word. He compares them to his sun, the light of his life, the moon and all the light in the world. His brilliant flame that warms his heart.

I like to imagine Tav is a paladin in this scenario; and in their vows they swear an oath to Wyll. An oath to have and hold and to love him for ever and then some. That no matter the opponent they would stand by his side until the end of time, protecting him, this city and wherever else needed them.

It truly is a sweet ceremony.

But that isn't the real wedding, is it?

I imagine the real wedding is in the weeks after the city is saved. The real wedding takes place on a cliff overlooking the sea, decorated with flowers sprouted up by Halsin and Jaheira. All your friends are there and just like in the public wedding that would eventually happen, Withers is the minister. All your friends are there and what else could you ask for? Wyll is less precise in his vows as he holds your hand, you both still donned in your armour.

He rambles and his tears also flow freely here. He speaks of how they were the best thing to happen to him, how he wouldn't be the person he was without Tav. Tav is just as teary as he is here, swearing they would do it all over again and then some for Wyll. They would cross the rivers of Avernus and the face the horrors of the abyss if it meant they could see Wyll's smiling face at the end of it all. It's so corny and cheesy but even Astarion is tearing up a little (don't ask he will deny it).

And after each ceremony, after each sweet embrace and the way he cups Tav's cheeks to kiss them and their friends cheer and clap...there is a waft of sulphur in the air.