#they’d be so cute together as husbands and being parents

[pickedpiper]

I’m having so much soft Batterie thoughts where they live a domestic life together they’re married they have a family GOD DOMESTIC BATTERIE SAVE MEEEEEEE

[mochinomnoms]

Noo but imagine Leech parents who see how their cruel big almost delinquent son(s) brings home a cute little s/o who can barely make a fist out of the hand. They are wondering how they are still alive, because in the sea they’d be dead already. Protection mode is doubled now.

Aaah I don't wanna go too much into detail cause spoilers for ptm, but this is too cute >_<

The Leech parents are…aware that their sons are not the nicest people, under or above the sea. They can be abrasive, cruel, manipulative, and generally as unpleasant as they can be charming, smooth, and sly. It what will make them good family heads in the future.

To be quite frank, their parents assumed that their preferred partner(s) would be the same, seeing as the twins would make fun of softer, shy and too sweet for their own good individuals growing up. So it's a surprise when their son(s) bring home a small human, all soft with no hard edges, sweet and easily frightened. They look like a quick meal ticket for even the weakest undersea predator. They even curl in on themselves like a shrimp!

Yet, their son(s) look at them with an indescribable amount of fondness, clawed hand wrapped around their own human one as they're shown around the home. Neither are one to complain though, Mama Leech is especially delighted as she swipes (literally, grabs them as she swims by) them away from her sons, seeing how they cling to each other. It's so cute how frightened they get, don't you know to watch your back in the sea?

Papa Leech is charmed, as he watches how they tend to the twins after a scuffle, internally cooing at how sweet they are to care for such scary merfolk. He's always been one to think about the future, and he's concerned about how they'll handle being under the sea, dealing with all sorts of unsavory folk just for their (future) husband(s).

At night before bed, the Leech parents get together and talk about them, and agree: “Morays protect their shrimp.” And as the newly designated symbiote shrimp of the Leech family, you now have four eels ready to smite someone for you, hope you're happy!

[elizabethsnuts]

I noticed that Hotch's toddler daughter always has a pink blankie... Can I request a Hotchniss baby being insistent that Hotch HAS to have a little more pink in his suits somehow and will absolutely not take no for an answer haha?

Pretty in Pink

Hotchniss x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You were watching your parents got ready for work when you demanded your dad wears more pink in his suits.

———

You always thought your dad's outfits were boring, black suit, red tie, too dull for your liking. Emily was the same, she wore black a lot too, though she was more flexible with her wardrobe.

You were sitting on your parent's bed, watching them get ready for work. This was usual with you since you wanted to spend as much time as you could before they’d leave. Your tiny fingers were running across the soft fabric of your pink blankie while you watched Aaron fix his tie.

“Daddy, need more pink.” You stated firmly, holding up your blankie as if trying to show him an example of the colour pink.

Aaron looked over his shoulder, away from the reflection of himself in the mirror. “I need more pink? Daddy can’t wear pink to work, sweetheart.”

You slid off the bed, your tiny feet stumbling as they reached the floor. You crossed your arms and shook your head. “Yes! Daddy wear pink!”

Aaron let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Daddy can’t, Y/N. He needs to be tough for work.”

Emily came out of the en suite, she had heard the little conversation while she was putting on her makeup. She couldn’t help but tease her husband, supporting your little demands. “Aw come on, just a little?”

You nodded in agreement, putting your blankie on your head like a wig. Frowning and stomping your foot, you huffed. “Yeah, Daddy! Just little.”

Aaron smirked and shook his head. “Daddy can’t wear pink when he works in the FBI.”

You raised an eyebrow and frowned “Aunty ‘Nelope wear pink. She FBI.”

Aaron let out a small hum, that was true. He looked at Emily who was giving him a look that said ‘She’s right you know’. He sighed and turned to you again. “Yes well, Aunty Penelope doesn’t leave her office.”

You gave Aaron an angry frown and a grumble. You weren’t going to let him leave with house with no pink on. “Daddy, wear pink now!”

Emily had to hold in a laugh at your demanding tone, it was too cute. She smirked and raised an eyebrow at her husband. “She’s not going to take no for an answer y’know.”

Aaron just continued to fix his tie, looking at himself in the mirror. He let out a quiet laugh as he saw your grumpy face from behind him. “No pink.”

You soon realised that your angry, strict act wasn’t working, so you came up with a different tactic. You looked up at Aaron, sticking out your bottom lip and giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Daddy wear pink, ‘ease?”

Emily knelt down beside you, squishing your tiny cheeks together with her fingers. “How could you ever say no to this cute little face?”

Aaron was always a secret sucker to your puppy dog eyes, he pretended that he didn’t get affected by it but everyone knew he did. “Alright, alright. Only a little bit of pink.”

You giggled loudly and gave Emily a little high-five. “Daddy wear pink!”

Emily laughed and picked you up on her hip, peppering your little cheek is a bunch of kisses. “Daddy’s going to wear pink!”

You and Emily disappeared into the bathroom to go and pick something pink for Aaron to wear to work for the day, leaving him alone in the bedroom. He wondered how he got so soft that you, his little toddler had managed to get him to wear pink despite his serious demeanour.

Emily soon returned to the bedroom, you in tow. You were giggling loudly as you handed Aaron a little pink flower hair clip. “Here! On tie.”

Aaron chuckled and looked over the hair clip, slowly clipping it to his tie. “There we go. Happy?”

You squealed and clapped your hands, jumping up and down. “Pink pink pink!” You pointed to the matching flower clip on Emily’s blazer. “You match with Mama!”

Emily nodded and grinned. “Yes, me and Daddy are matching! You’re matching too with your blankie.”

You nodded excitedly, holding up your blankie. “Match! Blankie pink!”

Aaron nodded and gave you a small smile. “That’s right, we all have pink on.”

Aaron and Emily did go to work with the pink flower clips on, even if Aaron did get a couple of laughs from other agents. Penelope was so surprised that the next time she saw you she gave you a bunch of presents. It took one amazing little daughter to get The Aaron Hotchner to wear the colour pink to work, that daughter was you.

[moremaybank]

AIN’T A LONELY CHRISTMAS SONG — j.m

pairing: dad!jj maybank x mom!reader warnings: sexual innuendos (sort of), jj being a tad mistletoe obsessed, your daughters get into a tiny disagreement, mentions of pregnancy, i think that's it author's note: so i was trying to stay away from using names, but it was getting repetitive saying your older daughter and your younger daughter over and over so i gave them names. hopefully you find them cute LOL. also, this isn't technically part of my holiday event, but i wanted to write this to sort of kick things off ♡︎ naughty or nice ! ౨ৎ

“C’mon, pretty girl. It’s getting hard holdin’ on like this. You sure it’s not too big?”

“We just need to finesse it a bit. Nudge it a little to the left ‘n then we can slide it in.” 

Beads of sweat started to form on JJ's forehead. His muscles were starting to cramp and he had to hold his breath to make sure he didn’t physically combust. “Okay, baby. How ‘bout now? ‘M I good?” 

“Yeah. Okay. You’re good.” 

With a collective heave, JJ pushed while you pulled, but the oversized tree seemed determined to resist. Then, after numerous strategic twists and turns, you managed to get the tree inside of your shared home. Needles of pine littered across your wooden floors like confetti. 

JJ chuckled as he looked at the slightly dishevelled tree. “Well, you said you wanted the entryway to look memorable, right?”

You sent a glare his way. “Not what I meant, J.” 

Soon, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet against your stairs, followed by two adorably shocked gasps. Your older daughter Avery sprinted down the steps, her little sister Elle hot on her trail as they rushed over to the two of you. 

“Woah! Big tree!”

“Big tree,” Elle echoed in agreement. JJ crouched down, scooping her into his brawny arms and lifting her so she could get a better look. She reached out, her small fingers brushing against one of the branches and she retreated with a curious and excited squeal. 

“Yeah, I think Mama went a little overboard. You agree?” 

Avery clung to your side, her arms circling your hips as her chubby cheek smushed against your thigh. Big blue eyes gleam as they stare up into yours. “I think it’s perfect.” 

You broke out into a smile, smoothing out some of the frizz on the top of her head. “Me too. Daddy just doesn’t see our vision.” 

JJ rolled his eyes at that. 

—

Soon enough, Christmas music swirled through the air, and the sweet fragrance of your festive candle made your home smell like its own winter wonderland. 

JJ used his manpower to retrieve all of your decorations from your basement, earning a sweet but fleeting kiss from you before you lugged it all over to the tree.

Boxes upon boxes of ornaments and other decor littered around the room, messily so as your girls dove in with eagerness. Their decorating skills were definitely…questionable, but neither of you could deny how adorable they looked as they overflowed the tree with everything they could find. 

JJ instantly recognized that caliber of enthusiasm, knowing that his gorgeous girls had no doubt inherited it from their mom. The woman of his dreams had passed on everything he loved about her to their children, and it warmed his heart. 

“Look at this, babe,” you said, peering at your husband over your shoulder. 

JJ abandoned his place on the couch, crouching down beside you to get a look at what you were showing him. It was an ornament, a very worn one. Inside laid a picture of the two of you, huddling together with bright, toothy grins and Santa hats on your heads. You couldn’t have been more than twelve years old at the time. Your parents had invited JJ to stay over for Christmas, knowing full well that Luke wouldn’t try to give him much of a memorable day. They’d gone over the top, getting double the amount of presents and matching pyjama sets for the both of you. You’d crafted gingerbread houses (in which JJ had tried to make a competition out of it and lost severely), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate, and watched Christmas movies until you slumped together on the couch in deep slumber. 

JJ smiled fondly. Those times were so precious to him, then and now. He’d just started to recognize that he was nursing a crush on you, and being with you at your favourite time of the year only made him fall for you more. Sure, he was just a kid in middle school. But that didn’t mean he was too young to realize how much adoration he held for you in his heart. 

“You were so cute,” you gushed, turning your face to him so you could kiss his cheek. “Baby JJ.” 

He arched a brow. “You sayin’ I’m not cute anymore?” 

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “Of course not. But look at those cheeks. So squishy.” You pinched one of his cheeks, maybe a tad too hard, and he shoved your hand away, massaging the soreness away. 

“Ouch, baby.” 

You leaned in to plant another kiss on the apple of his cheek but were interrupted when a sudden and spirited fight broke out between your daughters. Both of your heads snapped toward them, your shared bubble of love now popped. 

“I want the star!” Elle insisted, clutching onto the golden tree topper with all her little might. 

“No fair! You did it last time!” Avery’s arms crossed over her chest and she stomped as her tantrum began to surface.

JJ, sensing the inevitable meltdown about to ensue, intervened with his signature, charming grin. The one that had convinced you to marry him and had managed to give you two beautiful children. “Alright, ‘lil ladies. There’s no need to fight. You can both do it together, yeah? Can you do that?” 

JJ’s hands reached out, tickling each of their sides and watching their twin frowns dissolve into smiles. Giggles filled the air and warmth bloomed in your chest instantly. 

“Okay, Daddy,” Elle spoke, giving in to her favourite person in the world. Her eyes drifted onto her sister. “‘M sorry, Avey.” 

“That’s real nice of you, Ellie,” JJ praised, kissing her temple. Then his gaze moved onto her sister. “How ‘bout you, Aves?”

Your eldest nodded, now looking bashful. Avery, ever the sweetest (despite her occasional outbursts), caved in the moment her little sister’s nickname for her hit her ears. “I’m sorry too. We can be a team.”

Your smile grew larger, making your face sore.

You and JJ had been through it all together. From friends to lovers, and everything in between. He’d plucked his heart out of his chest and handed it to you on a silver platter without thinking twice about it. The power of his love was almost surreal. But the most magical thing you got to witness while being with him was watching him transform into an amazing father. Sure, he was a goofball who was constantly bouncing off the walls with all that energy pumping through his veins twenty-four-seven, but when it came to your little girls, he was a natural. Hell, your theory was proven to be right yet again when he handled that impending tantrum with just the flash of his smile.

“What are you lookin’ at, goof?”

JJ’s voice broke you out of your daze. He was standing now, each of your girls propped up on both of his hips as he carried them. Avery and Elle eyed you curiously while their hands both held the golden star.

You gave him a shrug, walking over to them. Your arms wrapped around all three of them as best as you could manage. “You’re all just so lovely.” 

JJ burned to kiss you. He almost did. But when Elle whined about how her arm was getting tired from holding the tree topper up, he was returned to reality.

The kiss can wait, he thought.

“Alright, my little star commanders. Let’s do this thing.”

He carefully stepped up onto the stool sitting in front of the large tree, and with a team effort, Avery and Elle strategically placed the star at the very top. They clapped and cheered together, high-fiving in victory once JJ stepped down and back to let them admire their work. 

“Nice work, babies. You killed it.”

—

You passed through the living room and into the kitchen, taking note of the mistletoe that your husband had sneakily hung in the doorway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed over to the cupboard to grab some mugs and the hot chocolate mix. As you waited for the milk to warm up, your eyes landed on the alternate entrance into the kitchen. More mistletoe dangled from the doorframe. You knew without a doubt that you’d find it in every entryway that adorned your home. 

You made all four cups, completing them with dollops of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. You placed them on your wooden tray, but before you could pick it up and bring it to your family, strong arms wrapped around your frame. The owner’s chin dropped onto your shoulder after leaving a kiss there. 

“Hi, Mama,” he rasped. You could hear the mischievous grin in his tone. “These look amazing.” 

“I figured we deserved something sweet for all our hard work,” you responded. You turned around in his hold, your hands running up the lengths of his arms and coming to a stop on his shoulders. “Nice job with the mistletoe, by the way.” 

He shrugged casually, but his smirk only grew wider. “Can’t be out here wasting any opportunities. Y’know I can’t live without your kisses.” 

“Mhm.”

“Hey. ‘M serious. Gotta be prepared.” JJ pulled something from his pocket, and his arm raised over your heads. “See? Prepared.” 

You laughed softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll kiss you any time you want.” 

“That a promise?”

“The biggest promise, Maybank. Those lips are mine.” You granted him another kiss, this one languid and loving. “Now let’s go check up on our troublemakers. It’s way too quiet in there.” 

—

The four of you settled in on your couch, the fireplace glowing and providing a coziness to the room. You all found refuge under one of your thick, fluffy blankets, with both girls plopped in yours and JJ's laps. The soft, golden cast of the lights on your tree illuminated the room enchantingly.

Avery nestled against JJ, her head resting comfortably on his chest, while Elle found a cozy spot in your hold. The familiar tune of Where Are You, Christmas filled the room, Cindy Lou Who’s sweet voice carrying out the lullaby that seemed to put everyone at ease. 

As the plot unfolded, the Grinch was giving a dramatic monologue at the annual Whobilation festival in Whoville. Even with all the chaos ensuing as the he burned the town tree and destroyed the celebration, Avery’s eyes drooped, and Elle’s rhythmic breathing told you that she was already fast asleep. You shifted her into a more comfortable position gently and looked over at JJ. His eyes were fixated on the sleeping girls, a soft smile playing on his rosy lips. 

“I’ve dreamt of nights like this.” His voice carried in a whisper, careful not to wake the kids up. 

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his expression clear with contentment. “Yeah. When I was younger, I’d just sit ‘n imagine what it’d be like to have a home, a family…all of this. Luke never gave me any of that.”

His arms tightened around Avery, who curled into his chest further in her sleep. “Never thought I’d have this, y’know? Never thought I’d get to call you my wife — I still can’t believe I get to call you that, by the way. Or have a real home, a real family. I love you guys more than I ever thought I could.” 

“We love you. The girls are crazy about you, ‘n so am I. We’re so lucky to have you, baby.” You extended your arm toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m lucky. You made this real for me. I never thought I deserved any of this, but you never stopped trying to convince me that I could have it all. This is all ‘cause of you, pretty girl.” 

“It was a team effort,” you assured him. “The house, the girls. Our life. This was both of us.”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wanna give you another baby.”

You bit your lip through an uneasy smile. “I don’t think it’s gonna take that much work…”

His blonde brows pulled together in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JJ’s eyes widened once the words sank in, showcasing a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. His smile was so bright that it gave your decorated tree some tough competition.

“Really?” He whispered, breathless.

You nodded, your smile mirroring his. He’d always had that effect on you, always had such contagious enthusiasm. “Yeah. Looks like we’re getting our dream again.”

With a lack of better judgment, JJ let out a whoop of excitement that echoed throughout the room. He had temporarily forgotten about the peaceful slumber that had taken over your girls. “Fuck yeah!”

You giggled softly, placing a finger on your lips and shushing him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake them.”

He half-ignored your words, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “‘M just excited.”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m happy you’re happy.” 

Your head tilted, resting on his shoulder. You settled further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the joyful news you’d just shared. JJ swore to himself that he didn’t think he could get any luckier, but in a matter of mere moments, he learned that he was wrong. Your family was expanding, and there was more love to be shared. Love he didn’t even know he had in him. Each time you have a child, it grows more and more, yet it still shocks him every time it appears on his doorstep.

JJ’s head rested against yours after he kissed your hair. If this was how he’d live out the rest of his days — surrounded by the beautiful family you two had created together, he’d never want for anything else. His dream came true, now four times over. 

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[alyheartsjess]

my unpopular gilmore girls opinions (like actually):

-i don’t mind lane’s husband zach. like i think he was kind of a moron but he stepped up to the plate and was consistantly there for lane. why do people want lane to pine for dave 10 years later like he was her one and only soulmate instead of a really cool guy who was a really cool guy bc he wasn’t on the show long enough to get a villain arc. i think the problem with lane’s storyline is that she didn’t get to go out on an adventure, not that she settled down with zach instead of dave. i would have been pissed if she got pregnant and stayed in SH for life even if it was with dave.

-i don’t think everything that went wrong with luke and jess was jess’ fault and that he only had himself to blame for getting kicked out. like luke taking jess in no questions asked was a really great gesture but he didn’t know what he was doing from that point on. him doing a nice thing doesn’t mean he’s somehow abow getting slightly critisised for handling a lot of things wrong. like i do think a 17-18 yo is entitled to a place to stay without conditions and despite screwing things up and luke needed to either fully be that person or not at all

-i often hear ”rory said no to logan’s proposal just to be his mistress later, she should have just said yes”, which… no, it’s ok to want something at 32 that you didn’t want at 22 (disclaimer: it’s not ok to sleep with someone else’s fiancee). i even hear a lot of people say rory should have said yes to logan even without bringing up AYITL and i really don’t understand why this is the general opinion. and i’m not saying this because i’m team jess over logan, i wouldn’t have wanted jess and rory to get married at 22 either. we’ve known since season 1 that rory has dreams and plans to travel and when logan proposed and they presented it as kind of a 50/50 thing i was baffled because ofc it’s a no. also if someone tells you ”either we get married or we break up”, always break up!!!

-luke and lorelai… are not compat- i mean initially they were cute, but just on a fundamental level- i mean… ok actually i’m not brave enough to go there, maybe in the next post. all i’m saying is that i rooted for them as much as the next guy and that they probably wouldn’t have been truly content if they never gave a relationship a go and they’d probably always be jealous of the other’s romantic relationships a little bit BUT that they’re too different (both personality wise and in handling stuff in general) to actually create a life together. they work in the diner setting but seeing each other 24/7 and agreeing on day to day decisions? idk. oops, looks like i went there anyways. also i’m not saying i don’t like them together, in fact they’re together in every single gilmore girls universe i have in my head but yk

-jess wasn’t the best boyfriend but a lot of their issues was rory subconsciously comparing what jess did with what dean would have done and their relationship was never going to work with such a fresh breakup hanging over them like that. the issue of jess not calling rory and making a plan and rory being mad that she had to sit around and wait for him to do it for example is not jess being malicious, it’s just them genuinely having different expectations and ideas of what a relationship is which could have been solved with a) some communication and b) dean and lorelai not breathing down their necks and preying on their downfall

-i think lorelai could stand to butt out of rory’s life and be a bit nicer to her step-nephew but i’m always gonna back her when it comes to her parents. i have no patience for the ”richard and emily weren’t that bad”-crowd. i’m tired of hearing ”lorelai is pissed because she gets thousands of dollars in exchange for a free meal, is she stoopid?” when it’s so much deeper than that. her sacrificing her own boundries for the sake of rory’s education is actually quite admirable (would emily swallow her pride and values and do something like that?). bc now i actually love emily as a character and enjoy her more than the gilmore girls sometimes. and as an audience we can obviously see that she cares about lorelai. but it’s emily’s responsibility to actually make lorelai feel that. because even tho emily thinks she did what was best for lorelai, it clearly did not make lorelai feel loved, because it was all according to what emily herself wanted.

-i don’t think this is that unpopular but i’ve heard many different takes on this. if lorelai wanted to be overdramatic about rory fracturing her wrist that is within her right, her kid was in the hospital after all and that is scary. however, where she was absolutely just objectively in the wrong is where she went ballistic at luke who’s supposed to be her best friend when he got the tiniest bit concerned over his nephew’s whereabouts after he had also been in that car accident. her screaming at him that he had more of an obligation to herself and her kid than the kid he’s literally in responsible for? this is just one of those situations where i feel like she wasn’t being an adult. it would have been understandable for like lane to barge into luke’s and yell jess’ name and scream that he should never have been allowed in this town but lorelai is 33.

part 2 soon?

[livinginsunnyhell]

Hey friend! We tend to ship the same ships, so tell me about Buddie.

Omg! I am thrilled to get this question! First hey friend! We do like the same ships and I am a fan of your work, so it’s lovely to hear from you. So not to over do this but I have broken my answer (essay) up into three parts. The first is things to know before entering the buddie fandom, the second is who they are, and the third is why I like them. I tried to be as succinct as possible but I do suffer from too much love for them so bear with me. Also this is spoiler free.

What to know about buddie

Okay so the very first thing to know about buddie is that they are not canon. Yet. (A deal with the devil is scheduled for Wednesday night before the next episode airs on Thursday which is speculated to be THE episode. Jkjk) This is important to note because when I entered the fandom I had absolutely no clue. I thought they were a gay firefighting couple who were raising a special needs child together. I thought it was cute. I was confused and disappointed when I found out they were not in fact together. The second thing to know is buddie is unhinged about each other. Like watching this show I feel gaslit especially in the earlier seasons. Something would happen between them and I’d be wondering like is this normal behavior? I probably didn’t start shipping them until season 3 but did notice some crush type behavior early on. I also went into the show expecting to like them so. The third thing to know is there’s a shit ton of amazing fanfic and it’s constantly growing. Like I think when I started reading buddie fanfic again last March it was 8k lower than it is now. It’s insane how fast it’s growing. And lastly, shipping them is like entering a land of delusion because they’ve been a will they go canon since like season 4 and we’re on season 8. I initially got into them right before season 5 and I was so sure they’d go canon in season 5 and then they didn’t. So like there’s just a lot of delusion about whether or not it’s happening, which is fine but it’s good to know going in. That being said you don’t have to worry about a Veronica mars situation with them.

Who is buddie?

Okay so buddie or Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz are two firefighters on a show called 911 which also stars Angela Bassett, Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Peter Krause. All major reasons I came for the show. Buck is in the show from episode 1 and Eddie comes in season 2. The show is all about first responders and while it can be a tearjerker there’s also some really strange plot points and funny ones. Buck is basically introduced as a fuck boy a la Logan Echolls but without the rich and famous parents. Buck’s story can be summed up as a someone who is desperate to be loved. His parents, while not as bad as Logan’s, were not great parents and Buck has a lot of self esteem issues. In my opinion, Buck has been on a journey since season 1 to figure out how to love himself and be in a loving relationship where he’s not being used (mostly for sex.). And then there’s Eddie Diaz who comes in as a work partner for Buck thanks to their fire captain Bobby (Peter Krause). Eddie is an army medic with a son who is adorable and has cerebral palsy. He got married super young because he got his girlfriend pregnant. Now, his wife is estranged and not in the picture so Eddie is learning what it is to be a single parent. His son, Chris is the most important person in Eddie’s life and later on becomes the most important in Buck’s. Eddie’s journey can really be summed up as he’s always taking care of other people and his identity is tied up in his titles such as father, husband, soldier, firefighter without taking the time to actually know who he is. He’s always pushing his own needs aside and then they generally manifest in anger or mental health issues. He’s spent a lot of time addressing these issues and growing to better understand balancing his needs and accepting that it’s okay to be open. Eddie and Buck lean on each other constantly and the audience watches as their friendship grows and they become a family.

Why I like Buddie

So the top reason I like buddie is because I love how soft they are with each other. Both Buck and Eddie are pretty traditionally masculine men which is why it’s so refreshing to see them so open with each other. First and foremost they are best friends and they show up for each other again and again. There are so many scenes in which you can see the love they have for each other. And they are evenly matched too. Like they are partners in every sense of the word. And they have their own storylines outside of each other so the character isn’t a plot device to drive the other’s story. It’s a really refreshing take to see men have meaningful conversations and be vulnerable with each other without sacrificing who they are as characters or being labeled a certain way. I love Buck because he is so emotional and isn’t afraid to be that way while Eddie has been told for most of his life to suck it up and push it down. By watching Buck be so open, he’s able to feel like he has a safe place to be vulnerable. So I guess my favorite part of them is watching them be safe with each other.

I also love found family stories and this is like peak found family. They trust and rely on each other and again it’s amazing to see. I mean overall I’d say they don’t have any toxic traits in their relationship except probably codependency and Buck can be unhinged when he’s jealous, but unlike other ships I’ve enjoyed, they’re extremely healthy for one another. They bring out their best qualities. I also like that they are best friends and work partners. They do so many things together which the audience sees again and again. They match each others freak and it’s just really beautiful. And lastly, it’s a slow burn. Like incredibly slow like caramelizing onions slow so while you get a bunch of content you also have to wait it out.

I think I covered all of it. Highly recommend. The first season does feel like a completely different show but it’s all fun to watch. I’m not a procedural person but I enjoy 9-1-1. The writing isn’t like mind blowing but it’s definitely enjoyable. I tend to watch while crafting.

lol my essay is complete. Let me know if I didn’t cover anything or anyone else please add to this incredibly over the top answer to a simple question.

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If you were to remix the cannon ships, who would end up with whom?

P.s. SIS is my freaking life!

Ooh…now that’s a fun question! Also, wow, thank you! I’m so happy you like it! You have no idea how excited I got to read that! I am in fact writing the next chapter right now! (Hoping to get it up tomorrow or the day after).

Remixing the canon ships…I assume you just mean the Winx and the Specialists…people I’d like to see together…I’d love to see Bloom and Riven give it a go. I think that’d be fun, though they’d probably crash and burn later on, but they’re both impulsive, they’d kick ass for each other, no questions asked. Plus, despite all his faults, I don’t see Riven as someone who’d ever risk making Bloom feel uncomfortable, which Sky did a number of times in the comics, about her socioeconomic background. Plus, I don’t think wherever Riven comes from is a great family environment, so bonus points for him getting Mike and Vanessa in the deal. Also, Bloom and Helia could be fun…the impulsive spitfire and the calm guy that’ll stay chill and keep her calm right up until it really counts, and then he’ll be her badass protector. That’d be awesome. And…Bloom and Stella. They’re besties but I can see them making out and getting married just as easily! Plus, Brandon and Bloom just because…he’s just this very sweet guy, and I can see them being cute. And in the first season then she’d have stress around him because he’s a prince and she’s not a good match for a prince and he wants to tell her the truth and then he gets to tell her on his own time and maybe it’s their secret and they date in secret cause the prince is officially engaged.

Tecna and Timmy are so incredibly cute that I can’t really bear to split them up, but that’s the game, so let’s play…Tecna and Riven could be fun, more friendship vibes, really, but I can see her straight-talking nature being very good for him. Timmy and Flora, they’re both quiet with a love for science, computers and biology respectively, and I can see them being very cute and introverted together.

Helia and Riven could be cute. So could Flora and Riven. (Riven’s surprisingly in demand.) Flora and Sky could be cute, they have some nice moments. Maybe Helia and Musa, though I can’t fight the feeling that they’d have fun making their art together, but Musa would just be a bit much for Helia.

Aisha and Musa. I want this, I love this already, wrote them as canon in a discontinued fic, love it. Nabu and Riven, too. These guys got each other’s partners. They got all mixed up and confused.

Musa and Brandon. I like this idea, to be honest. I think Brandon could handle Musa having some flirtier, more dramatic behaviour much better than Riven, and maybe his nonchalant attitude towards it all would help her not overreact to so much. Also, he’s quite the gentleman, which I think she’d like. Riven and Sky, too, that’d be cool. I honestly would love to see them as enemies to lovers. Riven x Nabu is my favourite for cute vibes, but this is my favourite in terms of how much fun it’d be.

Stella and Bloom, as I said, plus, Stella and Timmy, they just…I’m not sure they’ve ever really interacted, but I think they could have so much cute potential! And Brandon and Sky, that’d be cute, I can see them going from bromance to romance, no issue.

So, in summation, if I’m remixing all the ships so everyone gets a new partner…I’m gonna pick the ships I think would be most fun.

Aisha x Musa

Riven x Sky, then they later break up because they just get on each other’s nerves, and Riven falls for Aisha’s arranged husband, so Riven x Nabu endgame

Flora x Sky after he and Riven break up, and she gives him a nice, more relaxed relationship

Bloom x Brandon (because it’d make season one way more fun)

Stella x Timmy, just…just for the fun vibes. That’d be so much fun, I’d love to see him get introduced to her parents.

I can’t really think who of the remaining cast to pair Tecna and Helia with, since…well, I don’t think they match very well. And I won’t push them together for the sake of it, so they can be single, but Helia already has an obvious thing for Krystal, so he can get together with her, and Tecna…anyone remember Orion from season 8? I only just remembered him, but actually, they could be cute. And so that is my remixing of the ships, and my preamble ramble! Thank you very much for the ask, and your comment about SiS made my day! And happy holidays!

[sequinsmile-x]

Tougher than the Rest

Aaron volunteers to chaperone his daughter's field trip to the zoo. He's handled serial killers and terrorists, he can handle a bunch of first graders for one day...right?

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Hi friends!

This is a birthday fic for lovely, incomparable @jetaime-jespere . You are such a light in my life and I am always so grateful that this fandom brought me you.

I hope you've had a day as lovely as you, and that you enjoy this <3

-x-

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: None. so very fluffy you should probably floss afterwards

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Emily yawns as she waits for the coffee machine to brew, her eyes fixed on the drip as if she could will it to go faster. 

“Still not getting any sleep, huh?”

She groans, not even turning to look at JJ as she appears next to her in the kitchenette, her hip resting against the counter. 

“No,” Emily grumbles, casting a glance at her friend before she looks at the coffee machine again, “Benny hates sleep all of a sudden,” she fights another yawn, “It feels like this is karma for him being such an easy newborn.”

She’d almost let herself forget about the two-year sleep regression. It felt like a lifetime ago when Violet was that small, the six-year-old now fiercely independent and sure of herself in a way Aaron always said was all her, and memories of her being that small, as dependant as her little brother was, felt faint. Out of reach in a way that made her ache for the days when her babies were still babies. 

Then Benjamin just stopped sleeping. He was exhausted, overtired and furious, unaware that doing the one thing he was fighting would make him feel better. She’d spent the last several nights pacing his bedroom with him in her arms, her lips against his forehead as she slowly, but surely, soothed him to sleep for a few hours until they went through it all again. Aaron offered to take it in shifts, to carry the load equally as they always had, but she’d refused. Benjamin was all about her, the last remnants of separation anxiety she knew she’d one day miss making him impossibly more fussy if Aaron went in to calm him down. It was easier for everyone to do it herself, but she was exhausted - relying on coffee and the knowledge this would only last a few weeks. 

She jumps into action the moment the coffee machine beeps and she pulls it out to pour herself a cup, only remembering her friend is next to her when she clears her throat. She smiles apologetically at JJ before she pours a cup for her too.

“At least he’s cute, right?” JJ says, a knowing smile on her face as Emily chuckles and nods, throwing an extra Splenda in her coffee than usual for good measure. 

“I said that to him at about 2 am,” she says, sipping her coffee and sighing contentedly, “And then again at 5.” 

JJ laughs, but she’s cut off as Aaron walks over to the kitchenette, already talking to his wife before he pours some coffee, “I spoke to Cruz and moved the budget meeting to next week, so I’m good to go to the zoo tomorrow.” 

“The zoo?” JJ asks curiously.

“It’s Vi’s school trip to the zoo tomorrow,” Emily replies, “They asked for parent volunteers.” 

JJ hums, her lips pressed together as she nods and looks back at Aaron, “And you’re going?” 

“Yes,” he says, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, “Why?” 

“No reason,” JJ replies, clearing her throat to hide a laugh, “Will went on Henry’s trip a couple of weeks ago and he had…fun.” 

Emily knew that was far from the truth. JJ had explained, in detail, how Will had come home from the trip a shell of himself. Exhausted and worn down by a group of kids he swore he could handle, his eyes wide as he told his wife about everything that had happened in the few short hours he was in the zoo. 

Emily loved her husband. He was an amazing man, an incredible father and he was excellent at his job. But he was wildly underprepared for what he was about to walk into. 

He’d never ended up needing to go to any of Jack’s trips as a chaperone. They’d always fallen at a time when he wasn’t around, a case falling at just the wrong time, or other parents simply volunteered first. It was part of why he’d made a point of clearing his schedule for Violet’s trip, a sense of guilt he could never quite shift for not doing the same for his eldest driving him to insist that he’d go this year. 

“I really don’t mind going, honey,” Emily says, trying once again to gently talk him out of it, something she’d tried countless times over the last week or so, “I went last year and it was fine.” She hears JJ barely cover a laugh next to her, her face half covered by her coffee cup, and Emily elbows her, “It was mostly fine.” 

The kids had been a little more out of control than she’d anticipated when she’d volunteered on last year’s school trip, but once she knew what she was dealing with she had it down. It helped that Violet was glued to her side, a little more shy than she was now, still finding her feet at school at the end of her kindergarten year. She was wilder now. More rambunctious. And, according to her 1st grade teacher, always at the centre of whatever mischief was going on in her classroom. 

Emily had a feeling that this year's trip would be more to deal with, and something told her that their little girl would be right in the middle of it all. 

“Em,” Aaron says, picking up his coffee, “It’s a bunch of 1st graders. I’ve interrogated serial killers and negotiated with terrorists,” he starts to walk away, throwing the rest of his sentence over his shoulder, “I can handle it.” 

JJ leans in close the moment he’s out of earshot, speaking low as if they were conspiring, “They are going to eat him alive.” 

Emily hums and nods, lifting her cup of coffee from the counter, “Yes they are.” 

___

Almost immediately a kid drops their water bottle into a pond. 

It’s a boy he’s met a couple of times, a kid called Theo who Violet talked about sometimes after school. Theo bursts into tears the moment he realises his water bottle is missing and Aaron ends up buying him a new, overpriced one from the gift shop, to cheer him up. One of the other parents looks at him like he’s insane and he realises then and there that he’s in way over his head. 

The kids are everywhere. Barely paying attention to what the teachers and other chaperones are saying, and more than once he witnesses Violet whispering to her friends, a sparkle in her eye she’d inherited from Emily, that only ever meant trouble. She smiles widely when she feeds her snack to one of the goats in the petting zoo, her laugh so full of joy and delight as the goat tickles her palm that he can’t even bring himself to chastise her. 

He’s just setting down all of the lunchboxes he’d been carrying, his agreement to carry Violet’s and then Theo’s leading to him carrying half of the classes, when he feels a tiny hand tugging at his sleeve. 

“Daddy,” Violet says, looking up at him through wide eyes, “I need the bathroom.” 

He smiles at her, tugging at one of her braids to straighten it out, frowning in confusion as he pulls a leaf out of it and drops it to the floor, “Okay, Vi. I’ll ask Miss Heather to take-”

“No, Daddy,” she exclaims, sinking into his side, her arms wrapped tight around his arm, “I want you to take me.” 

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll take you,” he says, looking over his shoulder and making sure he’s got the attention of one of the other dads before he heads off so the children he’d been looking after are still being supervised. They are barely a few feet away when he hears a voice from behind him, one of the moms who Emily always insisted had a crush on him, catching up with him and Violet, a group of little girls around her including her daughter Cora.

“We have a few more for the restroom break,” she says, her smile wide as she places his hand on her arm, “I’ll come with you to help.” 

“Thanks, Melissa,” he says, subtly stepping away so her hand slips away from him. He looks down at Violet and smiles, “Come on, Vi. The sooner we go to the bathroom the sooner you can have the lunch Mommy packed for you.” 

“Mommy makes the best lunches!” She exclaims, a skip in her step as she pulls him forward, her endless energy in no way dulled by the long day and the summer heat. 

He hums, covering a smile as he thinks of the candy Emily had hidden underneath Violet’s sandwich, “She really does.” 

“Your wife couldn’t make it today?” Melissa asks, shepherding the gaggle of girls in front of her, the chatter between them full of excitement.

“No, Emily had work,” he replies, “Plus, our youngest is having some trouble sleeping right now and she’s his favourite by a mile.” 

“Benny can’t help that he isn’t sleeping,” Violet chimes in, repeating what they’d said to her and Jack over and over again the last few days, “He’s too small to understand.” 

“Exactly, princess,” he says, smiling as he squeezes her hand. They make it to the restroom and he lets go, stepping forward to push the door open, “I’ll clear the restroom.”

Melissa frowns at him, her eyebrows pinched together curiously, “Why?” 

He suddenly remembers where he is, at a zoo and not at a crime scene where an unsub could jump out of any shadow. He clears his throat and holds the door open, his arm high up enough that all the girls can walk right under it, “Sorry. Force of habit.” 

She smiles, stepping closer as the door closes behind the girls, “Of course, you’re a federal agent.” 

He nods and takes a step back, the back of his neck warm from more than just the sun beating down on it, and he realises that his wife may have been right about Melissa having a crush on him.

“Yes,” he replies, “As is my wife.” 

The conversation abruptly ends when Violet walks out, “Miss Melissa, Cora dropped her Nintendo down the toilet.” 

Melissa sighs and shakes her head as she disappears into the bathroom, muttering as she goes, “I told her not to bring it with her.” 

Aaron feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he digs it out, smiling at the sight of a text from his wife as he types out a response. 

How is it going? 

It’s fine sweetheart. Vi fed one of her snacks to a goat. 

He knows his wife well enough to know when he gets home she’ll see the exhaustion written all over him. That she wouldn’t say I told you so, but that it would be written all over her face, her smile wide as she sympathetically listened about his day. She responds so quickly he doesn’t even have time to lock his phone.

Just make sure she doesn’t try to bring home a snake this year. 

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, a laugh catching in his throat, but before he can type out a response Violet is tugging at his belt loop to get his attention. 

“Daddy? Do cats like lizards?” 

“I don’t know, Princess,” he replies, not looking at her as he types out a response to Emily, “Why?” 

“Because I found one and I thought Sergio might like a friend.” 

He cricks his neck he looks up so quickly, his eyes wide as he looks at the tiny gecko his daughter was inexplicably holding. He sighs and tucks his phone back into his pocket, silently wishing the last few hours of the trip away. 

She is all you sweetheart.

___

To his credit, Aaron holds it together until the kids are in bed. 

He looks exhausted the moment he gets home, his hair ruffled and his black polo shirt somehow stained. It’s a startling contrast to Violet who was practically bouncing off the walls after the fun day she’d had. 

When she sneaks downstairs after putting Benjamin to bed, for what she knows will only be the first time that evening, she finds Aaron lying on the couch, his legs hanging over one of the arms as he stares up at the ceiling. She presses her lips together as she approaches, suppressing a smile she’s sure might split her cheeks open if it gets any wider, and she leans on the back of the couch.

“You okay, honey?” 

He hums, “There were so many of them.” 

She coughs to cover a laugh and rounds the couch, encouraging him to lift his head just enough for her to slip under it. She immediately runs her fingers through his hair as soon as his head is in her lap. 

“Tell me all about those mean 1st graders,” she says, unable to stop herself from laughing when he glares half-heartedly at the fake sympathy in her voice. 

“They just move so fast,” he says, leaning into her touch, “And they don’t listen.” 

She hums and reaches for his hand, linking them together on his abdomen, “It’s chaos,” she says, pressing her thumb into the crease between his eyebrows, “It makes you respect the teachers even more, huh?” 

He chuckles and nods, “Give me interrogating a serial killer any day,” he says, “I think Vi is some kind of ringleader by the way.”

“Oh, she for sure is,” Emily chuckles, “Let’s just hope she uses those skills to be a CEO or something and not a leader of a prison gang.” 

He smiles and lifts their joint hands to his lips, stamping a kiss against her knuckles, “She’d be a great gang leader.” 

She scratches his scalp, “Want to try to get an episode of that reality show you pretend to hate in before Benny wakes up?” 

He nods, kissing her knuckles again, “I’m not moving though,” he says, winking up at her from her lap “This is my favourite place to relax.” 

She rolls her eyes at him and briefly untangles her hand from his hair to reach for the remote, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

He hums, “I don’t think you’re the only one who thinks that.” 

“What do you mean?” She asks idly as she flicks through the programmes they’d recorded. 

If he wasn’t so tired, if he didn’t feel so entirely wrung out, he never would have said it, his wife’s jealous streak well known when it came to the other moms at school. When she was pregnant with Benjamin she’d practically mounted him to make a point at one of Jack’s soccer games when she thought a few of the moms were flirting with him. But he’s relaxed, lulled into it by her touch and her warmth, and the safety of their home.

“Melissa was definitely trying to flirt with me earlier. I shut it down though. Told her my wife is a federal agent.”

There’s a beat of silence, a moment of quiet, before she reacts, clearly having only listened to the first part of what he’d said. 

“She was what?” 

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Househusband AU Headcanon 4: Baby Fever

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a/n: back with our fav duo! I know I headcanoned before that they didn’t have kids, but I started to wonder what if. this got long, but hopefully it makes up for the househusband hiatus. AO3

How it all began 

💍Bret’s the first to throw around the idea: “maybe it wouldn't be so bad having a little Hart running around here.”  

💍Raising their dog, Belle, brought out a nurturing side of Bret that he wasn’t even sure he had. And seeing how well Shawn cared for Belle made him curious about how they would be as parents. 

💍Shawn didn't take him seriously at first. They'd sworn off children for the longest. They had Belle and many nieces and nephews to fill that void. But when Bret kept mentioning it in passing, Shawn began entertaining the idea. 

💍They had a long and honest conversation about any concerns they had. Bret’s job was a big one. Being a top guy in the WWF meant he was gone more often than he liked. However, living in Calgary meant Shawn would have a lot of help from Bret’s family. 

💍Shawn’s main concern had been with himself. He wasn’t confident he’d be a good dad. "But you're great with kids," Bret reminded. "Yeah, when I can return them."

💍Admittedly, Shawn's a little selfish. He’s used to only worrying about himself, aside from his husband and Belle. But a baby? An innocent, tiny human depending on him for at least the next 18 years? That’s scary.

💍The night was spent googling important questions:

What are the options for a gay couple to have kids? 

What resources are available for new parents? 

How do you child-proof a home? 

Is it safe to have a dog around a newborn? 

At what age do babies stop being cute? (yes, Shawn thought that was important) 

💍They opt to go with a surrogate, using Bret’s sperm for the insemination process. Neither Shawn nor Bret had a preference on whose sperm was used. That decision came down to a semen analysis that determined Bret had the best quality sperm of the two. 

💍Once it’s confirmed that their surrogate’s pregnant, the frantic baby planning activities begin. Bret’s office was converted into a nursery. Weekends were spent putting together baby furniture that wouldn’t be used in months. Shawn threw out anything deemed unsafe for babies in the house. He also signed Bret and himself up for tons of parenting classes. 

💍Both of their families were excited at the announcement. Bret’s family put together the baby shower. Bret and Shawn received an overflow of gifts, the best one being a onesie designed as Bret’s ring gear. The shower was gender-neutral. Shawn and Bret elected to not know the gender until the child’s birth because it wasn’t something that mattered to them. They’d love their child regardless. 

💍The night came sooner than expected when they got the call to come down to the hospital. After hours of labor, they were handed a beautiful baby girl.  

💍Shawn‘s the first to hold her, his heart warming the instant he felt her smooth skin on his. He never thought he’d see the day he and Bret were parents, but the connection he felt with their daughter was undeniable.  

💍When Bret was handed their child, he couldn’t stop the tears welling in his eyes. She looked so innocent, so small in his large arms. He made a promise to always be her protector and never let anything or anyone harm her. 

💍“What should we name her,” Shawn asked. When their daughter looked up at them with those curious, pretty little eyes, Bret knew the answer. “Hazel.” 

First night as parents 

💍The first night Hazel’s brought home is rough. No matter how much they prepared, they vastly underestimated how challenging a newborn would be. They worked around the clock, waking up every two hours to either feed or soothe her back to sleep.  

💍Shawn’s a nervous wreck the entire time, thinking anything he did was wrong. Bret was tasked with calming both Shawn and Hazel while still fighting the jet lag he had after returning from the road a few days prior. The cards weren't in their favor, but they're a perfect tag team, taking alternating shifts throughout the night so the other could rest. 

💍It’s a bit better later in the day once everyone’s well-rested. Bret and Shawn spent most of their time in the nursery, swaying in the rocking chair as they doted over how cute Hazel was. They noted everything about her – how her brown hair curled slightly at the ends, how her nose crinkled when she yawned, how her eyes widened when she heard them speak, how she whimpered and cooed as she dozed off. Their night of unrest was well-worth that moment of peace. 

Parenting styles

💍Bret’s more of a hands-on dad, or as Shawn likes to call him, a micromanager. When Hazel’s an infant, Bret keeps a close eye on her and stays on top of the feeding schedule. Even when Shawn’s feeding her, Bret’s looking over Shawn’s shoulder to make sure he’s doing it right. Not that he didn't trust Shawn, but it eased his nerves to check. 

💍Shawn used to be like Bret in the beginning. But as Hazel reached her toddler years, Shawn became more laid back, developing a go-with-the-flow parenting style. Being raised in such a strict household himself as a child, Shawn didn't want that for their daughter. 

💍Their parenting styles sometimes clashed. There were times where Shawn thought Bret was too strict, like when he refused to let Hazel stay up for five more minutes past bedtime. And there were times where Bret thought Shawn was too carefree, like when they ran out of toilet paper because Hazel used the last roll to wrap herself like a mummy. 

💍For the most part, they were always able to come to a compromise. Something they were both adamant about early on was how to punish their child. Spankings were a no-go. Both men had been on the receiving end of the belt from their own parents, and they didn’t want Hazel to rely on physical punishment to realize when she did something wrong.  

💍Despite how rigid Bret could be, he was the softest of the two when it came to Hazel. He couldn't imagine being the cause of pain for his little girl. A few rounds of time-out and stern talkings seem to work just fine for her. 

Domestic life

💍The days of sleeping in don’t exist anymore for at least the first six months. It’s the norm to wake up throughout the night to either feed Hazel or change her diaper before soothing her back to sleep.  

💍When she’s a toddler, their mornings start with either Bret or Shawn waking her up, helping her brush her teeth, and throwing on a cartoon while the other parent prepares breakfast. 

💍Shawn still does most of the cooking, but once Hazel’s able to eat solid foods, Bret puts in more effort to learn. Shawn thinks it’s cute. He buys himself and Bret matching #1 Dad aprons. 

💍No matter how much they try to keep the house clean, it’s in a constant state of disarray. Though Hazel has a designated playroom, the whole house eventually becomes her playroom with toys, children's books, and crayons EVERYWHERE. 

💍It’s partly Shawn's fault. Bret tried getting Hazel into the habit of putting her things away when not using them. But that pretty much went out of the window as soon as Bret was back on the road because Shawn didn’t have the energy to keep reminding her. When Hazel grows out of this phase, she becomes Shawn’s little helper when cleaning the house. 

💍Educational programs are on a constant loop in their household. Shawn proudly gloats when Hazel can count to ten before the other kids at daycare. 

💍Lastly, laundry. There’s. So. Much. Damn. Laundry. It’s a never-ending cycle. Shawn seriously contemplated getting a maid at one point. 

First words 

💍Shawn and Bret’s rivalry began as soon as Hazel started babbling. They tried to get her first word to be either daddy (Bret) or papa (Shawn). Imagine their surprise when it was ‘unckie,’ for Uncle Owen. 

💍Owen made a whole show of it, sprinting around the living room triumphantly raising his arms in the air as he shouted, “Ha! I told you uncles are the best!” 

Hazel’s relationship with Belle 

💍When Hazel’s an infant, Belle immediately took the role of protector. She sat next to Hazel’s crib in the nursery, watching intently as she slept. She barked when Hazel woke up in the middle of the night crying to alert her parents. She followed around either Shawn or Bret depending on who was holding the baby. 

💍When Hazel gets older, Belle becomes her favorite playmate. They’d run around the backyard, burning up any pent-up energy they had. No matter how much Hazel tugged on Belle’s ears or tackled her to the ground, Belle never got rough with her, not wanting to hurt the tiny human. 

💍Shawn and Bret think it’s adorable. Belle had technically been their first baby. Still was despite her massive size. They loved seeing the bond form between them. 

Hazel’s personality traits  

💍For some odd reason, Hazel loves growling like a dinosaur when she greets her dads. Bret usually laughs and pulls her into a hug. Shawn goes all out, giving a loud roar back and chasing her with his arms stretched out like a t-rex until Bret shouts, “No running in the house!” 

💍She’s super smart for her age and very intuitive. Shawn often jokes that she’s an old lady in a child's body. She’s very creative and has a wild imagination. Bret’s confident she’ll be involved in the arts of some kind when she’s older. 

💍She also loves getting hands dirty, her favorite activity being digging holes in the backyard with Belle. When Shawn notices this. He gets her to help him with gardening. She likes playing with the worms in the dirt, which Shawn thinks is gross.  

💍Shawn gets the bright idea to take her fishing since Hazel’s so great at finding bait. This turns into a big Hart family outing where all of the Hart siblings and spouses bring their kids to the lake to fish and barbecue. It becomes a yearly tradition, and some of Hazel’s favorite memories. 

💍Hazel’s a really sweet child, but the furthest thing from a pushover. She’s headstrong, like Bret and very opinionated like Shawn. Her parents love hearing her innocent thoughts, but they also make it a point to teach her that not everything has to be said aloud. That there are ways to be honest without being rude. 

💍She loves the various nicknames she's accumulated over the years, including but not limited to:

- Haze  - Hazie  - Hazelbee (when she becomes obsessed with bumble bees)  - Zel  - Zellie   - Hazelnut Cheerio  - Double H (Shawn and Hunter’s personal fav) 

Terrible Twos

💍It had been exactly that – terrible.  

💍They had to up the child-proofness of their home, especially once Hazel found out how to unlock doors. But that was nothing compared to the monstrous temper tantrums they had to put up with.  

💍Any time Hazel heard the word ‘no’, a whirlwind of tears and ear-piercing screams filled their home. Even worse was when it happened in public, Hazel not caring who was around to hear her cries. Bret and Shawn tried to be understanding. It’s a normal part of a child’s development. It would take some time for her to understand her emotions. But it was a lot.  

💍To make matters worse, work for Bret began to pick up around this time, and it put a strain on their marriage. Shawn felt abandoned, like he was doing most of the work of raising their child while Bret was off with the WWF living carefree.  

💍Yet, Bret wasn't carefree. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of his family. But he had to work to provide for them, something he reminded Shawn time and time again. It was a stressful time for them both which led to a lot of arguments: 

“The tour got extended another two weeks.”  There was a long, troubling pause. “Are you fucking kidding me? Bret, you’re supposed to be flying home tomorrow. You know, to see your family?”  Bret sighed into the phone, exhaustion evident in his voice. “Shawn, please. Not tonight.”  “Then when,” Shawn’s voice cracked, unable to hide his emotions. “I’m tired, Bret. I’ve been working my ass off to look after our daughter. To keep this house in order. BY MYSELF! I may as well be a single parent at this p-”  “Single parent? You’re really gonna throw that shit at me when I’ve been busting my ass to provide for our family? God, you’re so fucking selfish! You’re not in your 20’s anymore, Shawn. You have responsibilities now. Stop making everything about yourself and grow the fuck up!”  

💍It had been one of their worst fights since becoming parents, and Shawn never felt more isolated than he did in that moment. They made up soon after that, but they both felt the sting of each other’s words for a while.  

💍Bret finally felt Shawn's pain a few months later. Shawn had to fly to Texas for a family emergency, leaving Bret to look after their fussy two-year-old for a week. Though he had help from his family, the nights were so damn hard without Shawn.  

💍It was nearly impossible to put Hazel to bed as she threw a tantrum, refusing to lay down. She’d cry out for her papa, screaming so loudly Bret thought he burst an eardrum. Any attempt to calm her down ended with her screaming ‘no’ or throwing one of her toys in anger. Bret had always been the more patient parent, but this was a lot even for him. 

💍Hazel would eventually either cry herself to sleep or calm down after hearing Shawn’s voice over the phone telling her to ‘listen to daddy’ and ‘be a good girl.’ That week without Shawn had been the longest week of Bret’s life.  

💍Shawn returned home to a bouquet of flowers, assorted desserts, and an appreciative husband that felt the weight of his absence. And with Hazel off at her grandparents, Bret intended to show Shawn how much he truly loved him all night long. 

Sexy times 

💍Shawn never thought he’d see the day where he’d have to schedule sex with his husband, but it became vital when Hazel began unlocking doors. She was a curious girl, and an unlocked door meant new adventures to her. 

💍She’d almost got caught them in the act once and that was enough for them to make some changes. They also had to lighten up on how rough they got with each other when Hazel got concerned seeing scratches on Bret’s arms and bruises on Shawn’s neck. 

💍The only time they felt comfortable letting their freak flags fly was when she was gone for extended periods of time. 

WWF 

💍Surprisingly Vince gave Bret a considerable amount of time off when Hazel was born.  Having Bret at home for months at a time was a welcome change, especially with a newborn. Shawn nearly had a breakdown when it was time for him to return to work. 

💍Bret tries to call as much as he can when he’s on the road. He’s grateful his family is there to help Shawn, but he could still hear the stress in Shawn's voice over the phone. He knew Shawn would rather have him there. 

💍Hazel grows up around the business. Once she’s old enough to travel, Shawn begins bringing her to a few shows to see her dad in action. She started off backstage, watching Bret wrestling on the monitor in his locker room. It took some time for her to understand that Bret wasn’t really getting hurt:  

“What’s wrong, Haze?”  She pointed an accusatory finger at the monitor, fat tears streaming down her cheeks as she wailed, “Scary man is hurting daddy!” 

💍The scary man in particular had been Undertaker. Shawn wiped her tears, promising that Bret was ok, but she didn’t believe him until she saw him herself. She clung to Bret’s legs as soon as he walked into the locker room, refusing to let go. 

💍When she finally understands the business, they start letting her sit at ringside. She sometimes participated in angles when the heels would taunt her and Shawn. She may be small but has a lot of bite and becomes really good at shooting off snarky comments. “You stinky doo doo head!” had been her crowning achievement. 

💍Shawn doesn't hold her back, letting her get off whatever was on her little chest. But he does have to step in when she starts flipping off the heels. Hazel got an earful from Bret on that one, though Shawn thought it was hilarious. 

💍On the rare occasion that both Shawn and Bret are busy, Hazel spends time with her honorary uncle, Hunter. He usually offers to watch her without even being asked. He hates that he lives so far from her, missing out on so many important moments of her life. So he cherishes any time he gets to spend with her. She’s the funniest kid he knows, and it warms his heart every time she greets him with that wide smile of hers. 

💍Bret does the Wrestling with Shadows documentary, and it centers on his decision to either stay or leave the WWF for WCW to spend more time with his family. It’s the first time in Bret's career that he lets the fans into his private life. They learn more about Hazel, Bret’s marriage, and how Bret struggles to manage life on the road with his life at home. 

💍Fans are most entertained by the fact that Bret is the ultimate girl dad. He’s not afraid to film moments of Hazel painting his fingernails pink, or throwing tea parties for her and his nieces, or letting her play in his hair with uncomfortably tight butterfly hair bows. He wanted all of it captured so he could look back on it someday. 

💍Everyone close to Bret participates in the documentary: his parents, siblings, friends, Shawn, and even Hazel. She’s camera shy at first, but warms up when one of the camera men tries to make her laugh.  

💍Bret's allowed to see raw cut of the film and gets emotional during Hazel’s interview: 

“What do you love the most about your dad?”  “Mmm,” she thinks. “He makes me happy.”   “How so?”  “Mmm... My daddy is big and strong. And he chases away scary monsters under my bed. And he paints pretty pictures with me. Oh! And loves me and papa a lot. He’s the best daddy in the whole wide world!” 

💍Bret ultimately decides his family is more important than his loyalty to Vince, so he leaves the WWF for WCW which sours his relationship with his former boss.  

The Harts 

💍Hazel loves visiting her grandparents, partly because Stu and Helen spoil her rotten. But also because the home is usually full of cousins to play with. 

💍Out of all of the Hart brothers, Owen is her favorite of course. He makes sure that fact is highlighted in the documentary as well, lol. 

💍Unfortunately, there are a few Hart siblings that neither Bret nor Shawn get along with. Because of this, Bret is weary to leave his daughter around them without him present. Especially after the incident where Hazel came home one day asking if Shawn was her ‘real papa.’ He and Shawn hadn’t felt the need to discuss that with her yet, but had no choice after she overheard Elizabeth spew those words in a heated argument with Shawn. 

💍Hazel had been over Jim and Elizabeth’s house playing with her cousin, Natalya, when she accidentally tripped and scraped her knee. An honest mishap that’s bound to happen with young kids. But the tension between Shawn and Elizabeth had been building for years and this sent him over the edge: 

“I intend to pick up my child the same way I left her. Not with blood dripping down her damn leg! Hazel’s not coming back if you don’t know how to look after her.”  “It was an accident, Shawn! She fell. Stop being so dramatic.” 

💍But of course, Elizabeth couldn’t leave it at that. As Shawn retreated to his car, she shouted, “All this fuss for a child that’s not even yours!”  

💍Jim was quick to jump in to deescalate the situation, but it was too late. Hazel had been in the car but heard it clear as day. She was silent on the ride home, confused and not knowing how to feel.  

💍Her parents had a long conversation with her explaining that yes, technically, biologically, Shawn’s not her father. But he was still her papa. Nothing was changing that. Science be damned.  

💍Hazel never brings it up again. But it does cause the riff between Bret and his siblings to worsen. Shawn's self-worth took the worst hit. He’d gone all this time blissfully ignoring the fact that he and Hazel weren’t blood related. But Elizabeth's comment struck a nerve, hitting on an insecurity that lurked beneath the surface.  

💍Hazel’s a spitting image of Bret – loose curly brown hair, hazel-brown eyes, soft dimples, and she also has Bret’s cute nose. There was nothing that linked her to Shawn, though Bret begged to differ. Hazel has every bit of Shawn’s personality as she did Bret’s, if not more. He reminds Shawn that he’s loved. He loves him, Belle loves him, and more importantly, Hazel loves him. It takes more than genetics to be a great dad. 

💍After this incident, Shawn makes more of an effort for Hazel to spend time in Texas. Bret supports him. As much as Bret loves his own family, they had a few bad apples. Hazel deserved to be around her other half of the family that was a bit more normal than the Harts.  

💍Texas becomes one of Hazel's favorite places to visit. It becomes routine for her to stay with her grandparents at least three times per year (spring break, summer break, and thanksgiving)  

[bradshawed]

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

summary — Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw certainly has something someone to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

warnings/tags — mild swearing, some suggestive content, female reader, use of she/her, Bradley missing his parents, switching between 2nd and 3rd person but you get both povs? Bradley being absolutely speechless and momma Seresin being an icon but that isn’t really warning.

note — wanted to write something for a while and I had this idea in my drafts and figured why not. I haven’t written for tg:m before so I hope I did them justice and you guys like it enough to read some more.

word count — 1.2k words

Texas hadn’t exactly been a planned trip but here they all were at the Seresin ranch in Austin, Texas.

You could say that it had been the Daggers’ fault for unintentionally parading in on one of Jake’s phone calls to his mum but they’d all claim that it was a combination of Jake bragging about his home town and Bradley retelling his sob story to Jake’s mother, who she insisted he call her by her first name, and then invited them all to the Seresin ranch for Thanksgiving.

They’d managed to get a couple days leave and decided to forgo the 15 hour drive down and take a flight there instead, choosing to get there in one piece with as few arguments as possible than the ones they would’ve had if they’d chosen to go with the road trip option.

When they’d arrived at the airport, Jake’s oldest sister and her husband picked them up in two cars and drove them down to the ranch. Bradley could easily see why Jake had been right to brag about his home, not that he would ever tell him, but it really did feel like home.

The Dagger squad talked for hours that night, finding themselves huddled together on the front porch, staring at the stars. It had been a beautiful night, filled with laughter and mischief, but also with something warm and comforting that made Bradley’s heart ache.

He’d been unusually quiet that night but the group knew better than to push it, Jake included with a threat from his mother, but it hadn’t been from what they’d expected. Jake’s mum had brought Bradley aside when they were all busy with the rest of the family and had a talk with him, one filled with a motherly love that accepted him into the family and promises that he could come by anytime or call her up whenever he’d like. The comforting hug after, as she reached up to wipe his tears, made him smile as he whispered up to the stars later that night, a thank you to his mum and dad.

The next day had been filled with the typical Seresin chaos that you’d expect with a single mother, three daughters, their partners and children, and the one and only, Jacob Thomas Seresin. Plus the Dagger Squad. Then someone mentioned line dancing and Jake’s elusive childhood best friend (Javy was extremely offended) and they’d subsequently made plans that night to visit the local bar that Jake promised they’d all love.

Never, and Bradley means never, let Hangman choose your outfit. That boy is picky as hell and a force to be reckoned with once he’s connected to his Southern routes. Shame that Bradley’s much more stubborn or you would’ve seen him decked out in a similar outfit to Jake’s right down to the bolo tie.

“Jacob Thomas Seresin!” Heads turned towards the woman walking towards them, an empty serving tray in one hand, the other resting on her hip as she looked up at the blonde raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t think to give me a heads up before you walked into my bar?” She leaned behind him to place the tray on the bar before resuming her stance, cracking a smile once Hangman did and wrapping him in a warm hug.

Introductions were made with Jake using your full name, which you hit him lightly on the arm for, Bradley practically speechless, almost drooling, since you first walked towards them.

He was cute, fucking gorgeous if you were being honest, and if he was the Bradley you’d heard so much about from Jake and his mother, then the idea that just sparked in your mind would be more than just a good idea. So, you took your Setson off your head and placed it on his with a wink.

Sadly, you still had a job to do, and with the blooming bar, you needed all hands on deck, so you walked off, not without a mischievous glint in your eye or an extra sway of your hips for the brunette in the floral Hawaiian shirt who had caught your eye. You turned around for a brief second to see Bradley transfixed and Jake shaking his head at you, as you gave your best friend a wink and sauntered off.

The Dagger squad, minus Bob and Javy, looked between Jake and the hat on Bradley’s head in confusion, the former shaking his head with a smile on his face. Jake wasn’t the least bit surprised, he knew you down to a T, just as you knew him. Bob and Javy on the other hand tried and failed to suppress their laughter, especially as Bob launched into an explanation at what it meant seeing as Jake was clearly too amused and entertained to do it himself.

Bradley, well… Bradley had short circuited to say the least. He could barely register the pats on his back or squad’s laughter under the weight of the cowboy hat on his head, your hat on his head. Fuck, he was whipped and he didn’t even know you. Not yet.

The crowd had begun to filter out the later it got, and by the time you got off your shift, the bar definitely wasn’t bursting at the seams anymore but still somehow just as lively. As you contemplated grabbing yourself a beer, you felt a presence behind you, causing you to turn around to see the cute brunette wearing your hat. His palm was placed gently, face up towards you as he asked you for a dance, not forgetting to add a ‘sweetheart’ at the end.

Bradley can dance, he knows that, the whole squad knows that, anyone who knows him knows that. But the way your body feels next to his has him forgetting the steps he learned just moments ago. Or at least, that was until you leaned up at starting singing along to the lyrics in his ear, gently guiding him along, something that he’d expected to cause him to stumble even more but surprisingly got him to relax. Bradley Bradshaw was putty in your hands and you knew it. You however, didn’t know that you’d be melting in his, not until he began singing back to you, his lips just grazing your ear. That’s when it turned into a little more than dancing, with a little less talking.

With you body pressed against his, his arms pulling you impossibly closer as you adjust your Stetson on his head, you whisper a question in his ear. Bradley placed a kiss to your collarbone and another beneath your ear before pulling away and grabbing your hand, leading you to the exit.

The squad burst into cheers as you both approached the door, the pair of you hazarding a glance back at the group and a wink towards Jake who raised his glass in acknowledgment with a smile on his face. He knew you were perfect for each other, not that he’d ever admit that, but he knew. For now, he refused to acknowledge what would happen when you both left the bar, nose crinkling at the reminder of the rule.

[cherryxcadbury]

Kyky request, he comes home fro training exhausted and the reader (his wife) and twin girls give him a massage. Just super domestic and fluffy <33

this was so cute

I had a whole ass vision for this one

2nd person pov

 "PLEASEEEEEE FIVE MORE MINUTES." Your two daughters, Lima and Lea pouted. 

You took a look at your phone to see the time. It was about 10 minutes from 9. Your husband, Kylian was on his way home from training and your girls were just begging to bid him goodnight before they succumbed to a need for rest.

You hesitated, debating what you should do. They were four. And in your opinion, should’ve already been fast asleep by now. But as twins, they were persuasive as hell and had already managed to stretch their usual 8 pm bedtime, to 8:50. As the “strict parent”, you usually tended to stay on top of that schedule. But for whatever reason, today was one time where you could let it slide.

You glanced back at your messages. Kylian had told you he was on his way home about fifteen minutes ago. He’d be home any second now. It had been a tough week for him, that you knew very well. 

It’d been a champions league match week. They’d lost to Bayern, at home. Despite Kylian scoring a goal or two, both were called off. Now, if they wanted to win, they’d need to take a win away in Munich. Everyone at the club had been working their asses off for the last week, as to not have next week be a repeat of the last. 

(AN: hihi me not specifically what club he’s playing for so u can think of it as psg, madrid or a completely different club ;)). 

“Fine. But only ten more minutes.” You relented. 

“YAYYY.” Lima shrieked.

“THANK YOU MAMA!” Lea danced around the room. 

You shot them both bemused looks as they stomped around the room. This would most certainly get their energy out. Lea gingerly hopped from foot to foot, looking as elegant as a four year old could. While Lima, a bit more wild, stomped furiously, trying to make the ground shake but to no avail. 

Despite all the noise, you somehow managed to hear the door unlocking.

“Shhhhhh!” You directed your girls.

They immediately fell onto the floor and quit making noise. 

“Do you think that’s Papa?” You whispered. 

Lea nodded while Lima just cocked her head to the side. 

You heard the jingle of keys fall onto a table with subtle French cursing. Definitely Kylian. 

You raised an eyebrow at your girls, wondering what they were still doing on the floor.

“He’s home.” You informed them, grinning as they took off and jumped into Kylians’s arms. 

They were still both small enough where he had no issue holding one with each arm. You made your way out to the sitting room where Kylian stood being covered in love by your daughters. His eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, once he made eye contact with you. 

The girls still in his arms, he made his way to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

“Mama! Can you and Papa put us to bed?” They asked, pouting again.

You turned to Kylian who shot you an “of course I would” look. You smiled softly.

“Yes yes. Let Papa get changed first. You don’t want him on your beds with his sweaty clothes.” 

With that, the girls began squealing and ran off, not to their room, but yours and Kylian’s. 

You could do nothing but giggle at the sight. Kylian smirked at you before starting to come closer, in an attempt to kiss you but you held out a hand to stop him.

“Shower first.” 

He rolled his eyes but complied. He had no energy left for anything.

10 minutes later you and the girls were fixated in bed when Kylian came out post shower, dressed in a Nike t shirt and matching gray sweats. 

Upon seeing the three of you all snuggled together, he climbed in as well. Lima and Lea were happily squished between you and Kylian. Kylian was even happier as he got to be so close to you. When his head hit the pillow, he sighed feeling absolute bliss. Rest after a hard week. 

You nudged him with your foot under the blanket. 

“Massage?” You offered. 

“Please.” He responded gratefully. 

With Lea and Lima sat on either side of him, the beg was large enough for him to be sitting up, and you moving on your knees to go behind him and start kneading his back.   

To be honest, you didn’t really know the first thing about massaging. You just liked to bake, and kneaded dough very very often. One time, towards the beginning of your relationship, Kylian asked for a massage, and you ended up being very good at it according to him

Though in honesty, you think he just said that because he wanted you to touch him for longer. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Lima springing up out of nowhere. Lea was in Kylians lap, and instead of doing the same thing as her sister, she began to make action movie noises. 

“WAHHHHHHHHHH” She screeched, raising her hand as if she were straight out of a karate movie. 

Her hand then made contact with Kylian’s back, and she started randomly chopping his back over and over. You and Lea fell into a fit of giggles while Kylian winced, feigning pain. 

“Okay okay come on Lima. It’s time for you and your sister to go to bed.” Parent mode suddenly turned on.

“Yes yes. Bedtime.” Kylian repeated your words, quickly “falling fast asleep.” 

Upon seeing their dad no longer awake, the two girls complied. They were about to get out of bed when you stopped them. 

“Come on. Sleep here with Papa and I tonight.” You beckoned them, bright smiles on their faces as they snuggled into one half of the bed near you two. 

Five minutes later, when they were fast asleep, Kylian opened his eyes. 

“Your acting isn’t half bad.” You complimented him. 

“You know what else isn’t half bad?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Do NOT finish that sentence.” You warned.

“Hey! I was going to say this bed! It’s soooo comfortable!” Kylian saved himself with a bit of a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes as you got settled into bed next to the girls, Kylian on the other side. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. 

“Good night Cherie.” He whispered, waiting to go to sleep until he was sure all three of you were comfortable and asleep. 

short and sweet! sorry this wasn’t v long, trying to get through the imagines, so many may b shorter like this one till I finish all em. Lots of love xx thank u for the support <3

[noonaishere]

Work of Art [J.JH] - epilogue four - something like two years later

You and Jaehyun loved your apartment in Seoul, the placement, the convenience, but eventually it just couldn’t keep up with your needs: you had a curious baby who, on more than one occasion, crawled into your studio and came out covered in oil paints she then tracked all over the floor; Jaehyun wanted to practice choreography at home and there was no space and neighbors who came up to complain when they felt he was making too much noise; and those two points didn’t even matter, because your paintings eventually breached the confines of your studio and began to intrude into the rest of the place like an invasive species. You had outgrown your beloved little apartment, and needed a bigger place.

Not even a year after you had given birth, you had made the decision to buy a house and move to a quiet neighborhood that was a little closer to his parents as well. The proximity to them was convenient not only because they loved baby sitting, often coming over to watch the baby so you could paint without being interrupted constantly, but because his parents were genuinely lovely people and you loved being around them. Of course, they’d have to be if they raised someone like your husband.

“Be good for grandma, okay?” You kissed your daughter on the forehead as she groggily nodded yes and you handed her off to Jaehyun’s mom.

Anna gave both of the twins a kiss and told them to behave themselves. While your child was already tired from running around with her “cousins” all afternoon, her kids were a little older and still had some energy left. They were currently drawing a picture together.

“I’ll get them all to bed on time, don’t worry,” Jaehyn’s mom smiled.

You returned the smile. “Thank you, Omma.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Jeong.” Anna smiled.

“Have fun with your friends, you two.” She said as she sat at the table across from the twins.

“Jae’s mom is so sweet,” Anna said as the two of you walked down the stairs to join the others.

“Mhm. Oh my god, I remember being so nervous when I met his parents. I was like this… dumbass American kid who purposefully orphaned herself from her family and now their son was about to present that mess of a person to them like, ‘Hey, I love this person.’ I was shitting myself.”

Anna laughed.

“But they liked me?” You widened your eyes at her, miming the astonishment you felt when they didn’t just not present you with an envelope of money as a bribe to stop knowing their son, they actually liked you and welcomed your presence.

She laughed again and swatted at you. “Didn’t they like you a lot when you finally met them?”

“Oh yeah. He told them all about me so: I didn’t even know I had a reputation, but it had already preceded me.” You chuckled as the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs and you turned the hall light off as you made your way to the kitchen. “And then his mom was all cute and weepy like, ‘If you ever need a mom, I can be your mom,’ and we both ended up crying.”

“Aww.”

“How’s your mom by the way? How’d the surgery go?”

“Oh, she’s doing great. Her and my dad want to visit once she’s okay to fly.”

“Would they want to come out here at all? We can maybe barbecue in the backyard and the kids can run around.”

“Oh, could we do that? It’d be so much better than having everyone over at our place.”

“That’s why I offered.” You laughed as the two of you walked into the kitchen. “As my oldest and most important friend, of course we can barbecue here.”

“We’re barbecuing?” Jaehyun asked as he arranged snacks onto a tray.

“Anna’s parents might visit soon and I offered our place for barbecuing. Do you mind?”

He shook his head with a smile. “Of course not. I love your parents, Anna.”

She smiled.

“And we’re of a singular mind,” Jaehyun said as you walked over to steal a snack and he seized the moment to kiss you on the cheek.

Anna chuckled. “If you two are going to be like this, I’m going to go wait for everyone else.” She left for the living room.

“You’ve chased our friend away,” you giggled as he went in for a second kiss. 

“Had to happen at some point.”

He chased your lips with his own as you tried to dodge him, laughing as he tried to get you. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, you draped your arms over his shoulders with a chuckle and rubbed his back for a moment. 

“You okay?”

He nodded into your neck before pulling away. “I want to see our friends, but I’m suddenly wishing we were having ‘alone time’ instead.” You snorted a laugh. “But this is the first time we’ve seen everyone since, like…” You had to think for a second, you almost couldn’t remember. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment as you thought, unable to come to the answer. “...Since everyone came over to see the baby for the first time-- I think?”

He buried his face in your neck again and said something you couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry? Was I meant to understand that?” You laughed.

He pulled back again and leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t care. I want to be with my wife.”

You exhaled a laugh and headbutted him gently. “Such a whiny boy.” “Maybe.”

“Well, it’s Friday, so maybe we can convince your mom to take Yuri tomorrow and get some time to ourselves for the weekend.”

“Promise?”

“I mean, I can’t because she’s the one who has to say yes or no, but we can try asking.”

He hummed happily and kissed your neck. 

“Sir, we’re having company soon. Actually, we have company already.”

He whined and pulled back so he could show you how angry he was at your rebuff: he furrowed his eyebrows together and frowned.

“Oh my god, so scary. What an intimidating presence.”

He furrowed his brows harder and scrunched up his nose.

“Oh my god. Were I wearing boots, I would be quaking in them. How will I ever recover from this-- this-- terrifying being?”

He laughed and sighed.

You patted his shoulders to get him to focus. “The kiddo and the twins are in bed or at least occupied, and your mom is watching them--”

“You mean Table?”

You laughed. He'd never let you live it down. “Sure.”

“You’re the one who wanted to confuse people,” he laughed.

You smiled. “Well, you picked a better name than I ever could,” you kissed his cheek, “good job, bestie.” You extracted yourself from his embrace 

“Bestie?” He asked incredulously.

You smiled and opened a bag of chips so you could empty them into a bowl. 

He scoffed and walked around the room, pretending to pay attention to everything but you, before launching himself at you and pinning you between himself and the counter.

“Stop stop stop,” you slapped at his hands as he held onto the counter, “everyone else is going to be here soon.”

“You should have thought of that before kissing me~” He sing-songed as he tried to plant kisses on your face that you, giggling, evaded.

“Jae,” you whined, “Anna is in the other room and I have to put chips in a bowl; very important.”

“More important than my kisses?”

“Much.”

He made a face of false offense and made sure you saw it.

“Do you know how many chips go bowl-less every year? Too many.”

“What would you do, if there was a chip, right in front of you?”

“In the arms… of… an angel…” you warbled in the worst singing voice you could muster.

“Oh my god,” he laughed and hugged you from behind,” I’m going to put that on Soundcloud and make you famous.”

You laughed loudly. “I’m a whiteboy Soundcloud rapper! ‘Skrrt! Skrrt! My daddy never loved me and now I have bad feelings about women and have to make it everyone else’s problem!’ Let go, I have to start my career! Skrrt!”

“Skrrt! Skrrt!”

“Skrrt!”

He laughed and held onto you as you tried to struggle, both of you laughing like idiots as you “Skrrt”-ed at each other and he only landed half the kisses he was trying to plant on you.

“Ah-HEM.” The two of you heard and Jaehyun turned to see who it was, pulling away from the counter and turning you as well.

Johnny laughed. “Are you going to flirt with your wife the whole time, Jeffery, or are you actually going to say hi to your guests?”

“Wave for us,” Jaehyun said and lifted you so you could wave with your feet.

You waved with your feet.

“Hi, y/n.” He laughed as he put the drinks he arrived with on the counter. “I’m going to say hi to my babies, but before I do, this is Mark Lee, a friend I met while DJing. He’s Canadian so don’t be afraid to act like a foreigner around him.” Johnny presented him to you before leaving for the upstairs portion of the house.

“Ahh, vous êtes Canadien?”

“Huh?”

You chuckled. “Hi, Mark Lee from Canada,” you said before waving again. “I’m y/n, this is my husband, Jaehyun. I’m from the US and he lived in America for four years.”

“Hi,” he awkwardly came over and shook your hand. He looked at Jaehyun, confused.

“Honey, let go of me and shake his hand,” you laughed.

He finally let go of you and you helped Anna unpack the drinks. Jaehyun shook Mark’s hand.

“This is a nice house.” “Thank you.” 

They stood together awkwardly. “Why don’t you show him around?” You suggested. “Mark, are you a DJ?”

“Oh-- Actually I’m a rapper.” You laughed. “Maybe Jae can show you his studio, then.”

“Oh-- Yo, you have your own studio?” Mark asked Jaehyun, excited.

“Yeah. Want to see?”

“Of course! Jaehyun, let’s see that studio, son!”

You laughed loudly as they walked away.

“My husband finds the weirdest people.” Anna said, shaking her head.

“I think you mean he finds the best people,” you corrected.

She laughed. The doorbell rang and both of you went over to the intercom to check who it was. Seeing the rest of your friend group standing there, you opened the door and let them all in.

“Hi! Did you all come together?”

“No,” Eunji said as the two of you hugged, “somehow we all arrived at the same time.”

You laughed as Jungwoo gangster-cat-walked his way into the house before giving you a hug as well. 

“Was traffic bad?” Anna asked.

“Not too terrible,” Taeyong answered as he walked in with Yuta behind him.

“Did you get my files for the multimedia exhibition?” Yuta asked you.

“I did. I think I was breastfeeding at the time and swiped it away by accident, but I’ll look on Monday.”

“Why not tomorrow?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

He narrowed his eyes back.

“It’s the weekend, my dude.”

“You can still look, my dude.”

“But my dude wants to fool around, my dude--”

“Okay, I was going to make a joke like, ‘Were you breastfeeding Jae or the baby?’ but I didn’t know I would be given that information.” 

You laughed loudly and slapped him on the arm.

“I have to go to Japan next week and I was hoping you’d look at it before then.”

“Then why’d you send it on a Friday afternoon?”

“I was--”

“He was bothering me all week about the music for the exhibition,” Johnny said as he came down the stairs. “That’s why.”

“Ohh…” you said and raised your eyebrows at Yuta.

“What a traitor,” he said back to Johnny.

Johnny shrugged and walked over to give Anna a hug and kiss. 

“What’s that for?”

“The beautiful mother of my beautiful children.”

She laughed softly and rolled her eyes.

“Did your beautiful wife tell you that our firm picked up another project?” Jungwoo asked.

Johnny turned to Anna. “No she didn’t?”

Anna scowled at Jungwoo.

“Oh-- sorry.”

“Jungie,” Eunji sighed.

“Sorry.”

“Am I not supposed to know?” Johnny asked.

Anna sighed. “I had reserved a table at a nice restaurant so I could tell you and we could celebrate in a little style.”

He put his arms around her. “Aww, babe, we can still do that.”

“But now it’s not a surprise.”

“...What’s not a surprise?”

You snickered.

She looked up at him, her brows furrowed.

He looked back, doe-eyed in false confusion.

She sighed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but I don’t know what you’re thanking me for.”

She sighed and hugged him.

Johnny turned them both so he could get her walking towards the dining room, and winked at Jungwoo in as they passed him.

Jungwoo shrugged apologetically. Eunji hit him on the arm.

“What?”

“You know she likes to surprise him.”

“I thought she told him already.”

“You should have asked.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Do you not celebrate a new project?” Taeyong asked.

“I-- we do-- but…” Jungwoo stuttered.

Eunji raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s uh… more lowkey.”

Taeyong looked at them in confusion for a moment before realizing what they meant. “Okay, well--” and left for the dining room.

“Yet another thing I didn’t need to know.” Yuta said and followed him.

You laughed and linked your arms in theirs. “Come on, you crazy, childless lovebirds.”

Eunji laughed softly. “Speaking of, can we watch the peanut again? She was so funny last time.”

“I know you’re not warming up to the idea of having kids.”

“Our Eunji? Never.” Jungwoo laughed.

“Listen, I heard every pregnancy horror story my grandmother, aunts, and mom all went through, I am so good. But Yuri’s cute when she’s awake and playing. You can have her back when she poops or cries or whatever.”

You laughed. “Rent-a-baby.”

“Exactly. I’m like a fun aunt: I watch her when she’s fun, you can have her back when she’s work. And then I’ll go home to my quiet and my cute husband.”

Jungwoo blew her a kiss.

You laughed again. “I love you two.”

She hugged you as you walked into the dining room. Anna and Johnny were setting up the food and snacks and getting the drinks ready. Jaehyun and Mark were coming back from the studio.

“And where’d you get the yellow one?”

“The Behringer? Amazon, honestly.”

“Oh, no doubt.” He made a note in his phone.

“You can get some really interesting distortion effects if you just fuck around with it for a bit.”

“Expensive?”

“Not really.”

“No doubt, no doubt.” He saw Johnny. “Amazon, more like AmaJon!” He laughed and gave Johnny a handshake hello.

“Mark, I’m literally the one who invited you.”

“You gotta be cordial, you gotta be cordial, you know? And me, I gotta be cordial.”

Cordial? You mouthed to Jaehyun.

He widened his eyes and shrugged as he walked over, and kissed you on the head. He whispered into your ear: “He’s an interesting guy.”

You giggled.

“Was it that funny?”

“Your breath made my hair touch my ear.”

He smiled and brushed it back away from your face, and then kissed you on the lips.

“Ahhh!” Johnny clapped loudly. “Stop that! You have guests!”

The two of you laughed.

“Maybe we should start the game.” Taeyong said. “So they’ll be preoccupied with something else.”

“Hey, we’re more than capable of keeping our hands off each other,” you protested.

“That’s not what I heard,” Yuta said with a wry smile.

You threw a chip at him.

With the snacks all placed on the table and the drinks all opened or mixed, you were all finally able to get to the main event of the night: Mafia.

A favorite of the group whenever you got together, it had started as a fun suggestion when you were still all in college, and became a sort of tradition. It was just competitive enough that you all got silly with it, but not competitive enough that anyone ever got into a fight. And it was perfect, because you all had your own way of trying to figure out who the mafia was; there was never a dull moment in any of the games you had played over the years.

So drinks were drank and since everyone was a little more drunk, the game started.

“Okay, everyone, heads down.” Johnny commanded.

“Thumbs up, Seven Up.” You said.

He chuckled. The only other people who would have understood you - Anna and Jaehyun - elbowed you in the side from where they sat on either side of you. You laughed.

“I will now walk around, and if I tap you,” Johnny said, “you’re that thing. Okay?”

A chorus of muffled ‘yes’es came back to him, along with one “Yes, games daddy.”

Johnny paused for a moment. “Yuta, was that you?”

“Yes.”

You all laughed, heads still down. You could guess that Johnny was probably shaking his head as Yuta laughed, self satisfied.

Johnny went around, telling everyone what they were, saying the name and then walking around the table a bunch of times so no one could figure out who was being tapped and who was what.

“Okay, the town, city, whatever is asleep,” Johnny started. “Can I see the mafia? Ma-ma-ma-ma-mafia, yeah, they are the mafia--”

“Babe.” Anna admonished.

“Ring-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding,” you sang.

Jaehyun laughed next to you.

Anna sighed. “You’re both as bad as each other.”

You laughed.

“No talking,” Johnny said with a sort of faux annoyance you knew to expect from him. “Mafia, wake up and do your dastardly deeds.”

You weren’t anything so you kept your head down.

“Who would you like to kill? Mhm? Alright, thank you. Go back to sleep. Now can the cop wake up?”

“ACAB,” Eunji said.

The table laughed quietly.

Johnny suppressed a laugh. “And who would you like to sneak a peek at?” He asked the cop. He was quiet for a few moments as they picked who they wanted to check and were told the answer. “Okay, go back to sleep. Now will the doctor awaken?”

Silence for a few seconds. 

“Doctor?”

Silence again.

“Doctor.” He said forcefully.

“That’s me!” Mark said happily.

The game ruined, everyone groaned and picked up their heads. 

“Mork!” Johnny yelled, exasperated.

“Mork!” You yelled, delighted.

“Mork?” Jaehyun asked.

“Wait, what’s ‘Mork’?” Jungwoo laughed.

“That’s what the other rappers and DJs call him when he does things like this,” Johnny said with a sigh.

“What?” Mark asked.

“Mork, come sit near me,” Yuta said, patting the seat next to him.

As he changed seats, Jaehyun asked. “Who was the mafia?”

“Me and Yuta,” Jungwoo said.

“Ahh,” Jaehyun nodded.

“It’s actually a good thing that you ended the game, Mark,” Johnny said as deleted the first list of positions he had made on his phone. 

“Why?”

“Because they killed Taeyong and he died first the last two times we played.”

“What?” Taeyong asked as he looked between Jungwoo and Yuta. “What have I ever done to you two?”

You laughed. “Again?”

“Do you kill him all the time?” Mark asked Yuta.

“We do. It makes him so mad.” Yuta laughed.

You couldn’t tell if Taeyong was actually offended or pretending to be as he sat there, slack-jawed at the two of them.

“Okay, let’s start over.” Johnny said, finishing his new list.

He went around the room selecting the positions again, and again you weren’t any of them. The first morning came and he had you all ‘wake  up’.

“Good morning~” he sang. “Edvard Grieg’s ‘Morning Mood’ is playing like it’s a laundry commercial and you’re all waking up to a new day.”

“I’m taking down my laundry and smelling how fresh they smell,” you mimed taking laundry off a clothesline.

“What’s that?” Jungwoo asked.

“Taking it off a clothesline-- wait you don’t have that here. I’m taking it off a drying rack.” 

You pretended to take something like a towel off a drying rack and leaned over the table to let him smell it. He pretended it smelled amazing and both of you mimed like two people in a detergent commercial, smiling in an absolutely unhinged way at the scent of fabric softener.

“Does this mean they’re the mafia?” Anna asked.

“No, it means they’re clowns,” Eunji said.

Jaehyun pulled at your shirt to make you sit. You looked at him and held up the imaginary towel to let him pretend to smell it. He did and you both started miming being in a box.

“Even worse,” Anna laughed.

Jaehyun kissed your cheek in a sneak attack.

“No profanity at the table,” Johnny said. 

You snorted a laugh.

“Now,” he paused, “there was a death last night.”

You all reacted with shock.

“The person murdered… was Mark.”

Mark reacted with surprise.

“Sounds like a revenge killing,” you said.

“Are you the cop?” Jaehyun asked. 

“No, I’m a concerned citizen; I came here to wash and dry my unmentionables in peace, now there’s crime happening in the area! What about my unmentionables?”

“For unmentionables, you sure mention them an awful lot.” He said.

“Sounds pretty suspicious to me…” Anna trailed off as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“You also went pretty hard on the waking up bit,” Taeyong pointed out.

“Yeah, but she always does that.” Jaehyun said.

You nodded. This was true; who would you be without sprinkling random comedy bits throughout your day like a vaudevillian actor. Of stage and screen.

“I can’t figure out who it is.” Yuta said, glaring at everyone at the table. 

“I have an idea--” you started, and Anna started sarcastically clapping for your ability to have an idea. Johnny and Jaehyun joined and soon the whole table did as you sat there, looking unimpressed. “Fine. I won’t tell you what it is.”

“What is it?” Yuta asked.

“No.” You pretended to fold your laundry on the table. “If you’re going to be like that then I won’t tell you who I think it is.”

“You can’t just hold back clues.” Jungwoo said.

“I bet you she doesn’t know anything,” Anna laughed.

“No,” you said.

You finished your imaginary laundry and folded your hands in your lap gently like a middle-aged mother who felt unappreciated by her family, whose kids haven’t called since they moved out and who hasn’t received even a card for Mother’s Day. You can’t even go to the store to buy a card? On which to write ‘To’ and ‘From’ and mail it a few days before? You can’t even think about your mother on the day specifically for thinking about mothers? Hah. There truly is no point in raising children. 

You laughed a short sigh as you shrugged. “I won’t tell you.”

“Well, regardless of whether we need to start visiting during the holidays…” Johnny said.

You pointed at him. You knew he’d get it.

He nodded at you. “You do all have to pick a mafia to get rid of.”

“Do we have any clues?” Anna asked.

“Not really,” Taeyong said. “But I’m alive so it can’t be Jungwoo or Yuta.”

You all laughed.

“On the count of three,” Johnny said. “One, Two, three.”

Everyone pointed at whoever and Johnny looked at the chaos of indecision.

“Uh… Jaehyun two, Taeyong two, Eunji two. You three can make your plea. Eunji?”

“So, I wasn’t going to pick Taeyong,” Eunji started, “but then I saw him pick me so I picked him back.”

“That easy, huh?” Anna asked with a laugh.

She nodded. “I figure, if he’s going to pick me, I’m going to pick him back because I have no idea who it is.” 

Johnny nodded. “Taeyong?”

“I’m not the mafia. I don’t know who it is, but I-- it’s really not me.”

“Convincing,” Yuta nodded.

Johnny nodded. “And Jae?”

“I don’t think it’s Yuta or Jungwoo like Taeyong said, and I don’t think it’s y/n.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a plea for you?” You asked. 

“I saw Eunji’s face when you said you had an idea, so I think she’s a mafia. She acted like a mafia would if they knew they were caught.”

“Jungwoo’s been quiet,” Eunji said.

“Have I?” He asked.

“Hmm, maybe a little,” Yuta said, eyes still narrowed in suspicion.

Jaehyun continued. “I think that maybe the mafia are in a rush. Other positions aren’t in a rush, but the mafia are, obviously.”

“Are you in a rush?” Yuta asked.

Zinged, Jaehyun fixed his hair, smiling.

Everyone talked for a few moments until Johnny shouted over the group. “Okay! You all have to pick: one, two, three.”

Most of the fingers pointed at Taeyong.

“What?” He asked.

“Okay, Taeyong’s out.”

Yuta looked at everyone at the table. “What the--”

“Everyone back to sleep!” Johnny said.

You all put your heads back down. And that’s when you heard it again, the noise you heard during the first night: something between a rustling and a jingling. You had, as any hard boiled detective would say, a hunch. And it wasn’t just because of your bad posture.

And after all of the named positions made their choices, you all woke up.

“Good morning lawful citizens,” Johnny started. “There was a death last night.”

Giggling and gasping. 

He turned slowly towards Jaehyun. “The Valentine Boy himself… has passed.”

Jaehyun sighed. You pretended to mourn him so he pretended to be dead.

“No! Jaehyun! My one and only love!”

“I thought I was your one and only love?” Anna asked.

“You’re my one and only platonic love,” you corrected before turning to Johnny. “Anyway, Eunji is the mafia, I heard her earrings during both nights after you asked the mafia to wake up, meaning she picked her head up, meaning she’s the mafia.”

Jaehyun looked at you, surprised, and whispered: “Wow.”

“You’re dead, you can’t talk.” Johnny said.

“Can I come back from the dead to make out with my wife?”

“Absolutely not.”

He sighed dejectedly. “Being dead sucks.”

You laughed.

“I heard her earrings too,” Yuta pointed at you. “She’s definitely one. I think Anna is the other one.”

“Why me?” Anna asked.

“You’re being suspicious.” “Does that mean you want to vote?” Johnny asked.

“Yes!” half of you shouted.

“I think we need to discuss this more,” Eunji said.

“Nope. My husband is dead and I desire vengeance!" You countered, hitting your fists on the table. “Who’s going to run the washing machine? Because it definitely won’t be me!”

Jaehyun laughed his dad laugh.

“One, two, three.” Johnny counted.

You, Yuta, and Jungwoo pointed at Eunji. Eunji pointed at you, Anna pointed at Jungwoo.

“Why are you pointing at me?” He asked.

“I panicked.”

He shot her a look.

Yuta narrowed his eyes at her.

“Eunji, you’re out. We’ll hold a lovely funeral for you.” Johnny said.

She sighed. “You’re making a mistake.”

“Beddy-bye.” Johnny said and you all put your heads down.

A few moments later and you all picked them up again.

“Good morning, random citizens. Y/n has died. Her funeral will be held tomorrow… if you can make it that far.”

You turned to Jaehyun, mouth agape, and he nodded at you sadly. You sighed and linked arms with him, both of you closing your eyes and pretending to be laid to rest for a few moments before going back to listening to the game.

“Okay, now I know it's Anna.” Yuta said.

“How is it me?”

“Because you pointed at Jungwoo instead of Eunji, and now y/n is dead which means she was right.”

“That checks out,” Jungwoo nodded. “I vote for Anna.”

They both pointed at her.

“Can’t I defend myself?”

They shook their heads.

Johnny shrugged at her. “Is that your final answer?” He asked them.

“Mhm,” Yuta nodded.

“Mhm.” Jungwoo nodded.

He nodded and paused dramatically. “The Citizens… have won.”

You clapped. The whole table bustled with energy.

“I knew I shouldn’t have pointed at you, Jungwoo.” Anna said.

He laughed. “Why did you?”

“I didn’t want to vote Eunji and I panicked.”

“You could have voted for me, I wouldn’t have been mad,” Eunji said.

“I’m surprised you managed to get it together after not listening to me and then letting me die.” You said.

“Who were the doctor and cop?” Yuta asked.

“I was the cop,” Mark raised his hand. 

“I was the doctor,” Taeyong said.

“And you got voted out instead,” Jaehyun laughed.

Taeyong laughed with a sigh.

“Do we want to break for five minutes before the next game?” Johnny asked.

“Yes,” the table said in unison, as Eunji stood and left for the kitchen.

“If you need a drink, I’ll get it,” you offered as you stood.

“No, I’m taking my earrings off.” You heard rustling, her bag probably, and she came back in with naked ears. “If you think I’m getting caught like that again, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

You laughed.

“Anyone want their drinks refreshed?” Jaehyun asked and stood.

Everyone put their drink orders in and he went back and forth a couple times between the kitchen and the dining room getting drinks and throwing out empty bottles and cans. 

He sat and put a new drink in front of you.

“Oh, I don’t need another one.” You said.

He shrugged. “We can share.” And kissed you on the head.

“No making out at the table!” Johnny said forcefully.

“It’s our house,” you said back through gritted teeth, “we can do whatever we want!”

“Not during the game!”

You turned to Jaehyun. “Let’s throw all these drinks off the table and really show them something.”

He looked at the drinks for a few seconds. “...I don’t want to clean it up though.”

You turned back to Johnny. “You’re only safe because my husband is lazy. And so am I.”

He laughed.

Anna laughed and imitated the two of you. “‘Jae! Hold me back!’ ‘...Nah.’”

You laughed. “That’s exactly it.”

“If anyone actually made her mad, they’d only be getting what’s coming to them,” he said and sipped the drink.

Johnny pointed at him, hoping he’d understand what he had in mind.

Jaehyun didn’t notice him at first, but the silence made him look in his direction. He considered him for a moment and then realized what the pointing was in reference to. He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement and pointed back.

Mark looked between the two of them. “What does the pointing mean?”

Johnny looked at him, confused for a moment, and then realized: “Oh, I forgot someone was here who didn’t know.”

“You don’t need to explain it,” you said to Johnny and then addressed Mark, “Something happened a long time ago because of someone we used to know. It’s not important.”

He nodded. 

“My wife is a terror, Mork, that’s all you need to know,” Jaehyun said and hugged you.

“Jae--”

“She’s a terror and I love her.”

You laughed. “So romantic.”

“You know those horror stories of women of the woods who are terrifying and beautiful--”

“--and terrifyingly beautiful--”

“--who eat men and are pure chaos? That’s her.” He squeezed you.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” You laughed.

He pulled back and looked at you. “I never said I wasn’t.”

“Oh my god.”

He grinned a dopey grin at you. How did you not notice before? His ears were already red and his eyes were getting that sleepy look you thought was adorable as he got all clingy with you.

“We’ve lost him.” Yuta said.

“I can’t believe I was hoping you two would get together, you’re so annoying.” Taeyong said.

You laughed.

“Okay!” Johnny clapped his hands together. “Next game.”

The game started and when Johnny said ‘Mafia’ the first time, you felt a tap on your shoulder as he walked by. 

You were rarely chosen as mafia, and you honestly liked it better that way; you were able to goof off more and didn’t have to try and strategize at all. A small wave of panic surged through you for a second, and you wondered if you could actually win. It depended on your partner.

Johnny started and asked if you’d all like to introduce yourselves: 

“I’m a…” Mark thought, “a concerned citizen.”

“What are you concerned about, Mark?” Johnny asked.

“Uh… laundry?”

“You have to get your own bit,” you said.

The group laughed.

Everyone else introduced themselves in some way or another, and you all decided not to vote, as no one seemed suspicious. 

Then you went to the first night.

“Oh mafia… please raise your heads.” Johnny said.

You picked your head up and looked around, before landing on Jaehyun, who was looking right at you. You smiled in surprise, and he smiled back. This could be very bad… or very good. You smiled deviously at him, he mirrored you.

“Who would you like to kill, mafia?”

You pointed at Taeyong. Jaehyun looked at you, surprised. You scrunched up your nose with determination and nodded. It was a perfect opening. He nodded back and both of you pointed to him and nodded to Johnny.

“Thank you mafia, your order will be delivered in three to five weeks.”

You both put your heads down and waited for the others to do their thing.

“Okay, everyone, the day is dawning; time to write your morning pages, time to do your yoga and have a green smoothie. And maybe file a police report because Taeyong is dead.”

“What?” Mark says, sadly.

Taeyong sighed.

Yuta and Jungwoo’s attention snapped to each other.

Perfect.

They sized each other up for a moment. 

“You think it’s me?” Jungwoo asked.

“I think it’s you.” Yuta replied.

“I think it’s you!” Jungwoo laughed.

Yuta narrowed his eyes at him, Jungwoo narrowed his back. 

“Maybe it’s Eunji,” Yuta shifted his attention over to her.

Eunji looked up from sipping her drink. “Me? Why me?”

“Because you’re being quiet.”

“I was drinking? Should I talk when I drink? I’ll drown!”

You laughed.

“I think it’s Anna,” Jungwoo said. 

“Why’s that?” Jaehyun asked.

“She was the mafia before.”

You stared at him for a second. “Are you new at this?”

“Is there anyone you would like to vote off?”

Everyone voted and no one had over one vote. Somehow.

“Ohh, one of those games,” Johnny said. “If you can’t decide, go back to sleep.”

“Mafia~ oh mafia~!” Johnny sang.

You and Jaehyun lifted your heads.

“Oh there you are, my little mafia. Who would you like to kill, mafia?”

You weren’t sure who to go for next. Yuta and Jungwoo had to stay alive for the plan, but you weren’t sure about everyone else.

Jaehyun pointed to Mark and raised his eyebrows, asking if you agreed. You shrugged and nodded. You both pointed at Mark.

“Oh? Really? Really, really? Wow! Okay!”

You tried not to laugh and put your head back down.

“Oh cop~! The next stop is: cop. Who would you like to check, cop? Okay~! Is there a doctor in the house? Oh doc! Who will you save, doc? Think carefully doctor! Think with all of your heart and your hippocratic oath! Okay, I’ll ask you about my bill later. Everyone wake and greet the new morning.”

You all woke up, you pretended to yawn and roll over in bed, and put your arm across Jaehyun. He patted your arm and you pretended to wake up.

Johnny stood still like a video game character who had just spawned in. 

You all stared at him.

He stared back.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Anyway, Mark is dead.”

Mark looked heartbroken. Poor goofball.

“I still think Jungwoo is suspicious,” Yuta said.

“Me? I’m just a citizen. You’re the suspicious one, you keep laying blame everywhere.”

“You have to lay blame somewhere, that’s how the game is played.”

“Are you just picking people you don’t like?”

“I can only trust Yuta,” Jaehyun said. “He’s really good at this game.”

You nodded. “But so is Jungwoo. Who do you suspect when the dream team is broken up?”

“Unless they’re the mafia and this is all an act.”

“Oh, shit,” you whispered.

Yuta stared at the two of you for a few moments. “I think it’s Jaehyun, y/n. Done.”

“Such confidence,” you replied.

“I’ll give you time to talk it out,” Johnny said and set a timer on his phone.

“I think he’s the mafia and he’s floundering,” Anna said.

“That could be it,” Eunji added.

“Why do you think I’m the mafia?” Yuta asked.  “You know how I play.”

“That’s exactly something the mafia would say.”

“What about you?” Eunji asked Jungwoo.

“Me?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m a cop.”

Taeyong pressed his eyes closed and tried to sigh without anyone noticing. You noticed.

“You’re the cop?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t seem like a cop.”

“I’m a very good cop, every investigation I take on gets solved.”

“So who do you think is the mafia, cop?” You asked.

Jungwoo looked around the table. “I’m leaning towards… Anna, honestly.”

“Me?” She asked.

“Yeah. You seem suspicious.”

Anna turned to Yuta and glared at him.

“How’s it feel, mafia?”

She glared at him harder.

The alarm went off. “Okay, you have to vote.”

Everyone pointed. Most were pointing at Anna.

“Eunji, you have to save me,” she said.

“How do I save you?”

“And my lovely wife is no more.” Johnny said. “Go to sleep.”

You all put your heads down.

Johnny sang. “Mafia, mafia, who will you pick? Mafia mafia, who will--” 

“Get sick.”

“You’re dead, Mark. You can’t talk.”

The group chuckled.

“Will the real mafia, please wake up.”

You and Jaehyun raised your heads and shared your second devious smile of the night. Anna looked at you, unimpressed. You blew her a kiss.

You pointed at Jungwoo and raised your brows to ask if Jaehyun agreed. He nodded and you both pointed at him to show Johnny your pick.

“Okay. Okay. Okay? Okay! I got it! I said I got it! I got it!”

Mark started laughing and Jaehyun implored Johnny with his expression.

“Alright, thank you to the mafia, without them, this wouldn’t be the same.”

You put your heads back down.

“And the cop? Thank you copper. And the doc? Thank you doccer. Everyone awake, to a new, fresh morn’.”

“Doccer?” Taeyong whispered to himself.

“It’s the next morning,” Johnny continued. “...Jungwoo is dead.”

“Oh my god,” Yuta said. “It was Jaehyun and y/n.”

“Wait, are we done?” Eunji asked. “We didn’t find anyone.”

“There’s still four of us,” Jaehyun said.

“How many mafia are left?” You asked.

Johnny smiled. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

You smiled and held up two fingers.

Yuta groaned. “I should have gone with my gut!” 

“Why didn’t you?” Jungwoo asked.

“I have no idea!”

The group laughed.

“What number game was that?” Jaehyun asked.

You started ticking them off on your fingers, “First game… Borked by Mork. Second game… Ladies Night. Third game… Sleeper Cell Dream Team.”

He nodded.

“Where do you come up with this shit?” Eunji laughed.

“I have no idea, my good dude.”

“Should we play one more game?” Jungwoo asked the table.

“I don’t know,” Anna responded, nodding a Johnny, “Are you okay? Didn’t you stand all day while you were setting up the festival?”

“I’m okay.”

“Your feet don’t hurt?”

He smiled. “They’re fine, my love.” He looked past her for a few moments before gesturing at what he was looking at. “Anyway, I think at least one of us is a lost cause.”

Anna turned. Jaehyun’s face was buried in your neck and in between gentle pats and shoves, you were giggling as you tried to fend him off.

“We have guests, sir! Guests!”

“Tell them to get their own wife.”

“Oh my god--ahh!”

Anna shook her head. “I guess we’re done.”

a/n: I hope you enjoyed my little ditty (heavily) inspired by watching the (at the time, new-- this has been sitting in an unfinished state for a long time 😅😅😅 lol) NCT mafia game (and then rewatching the old one). I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun of my idiots did this?” yes. I think so. lol

[this is the end this time! I promise]

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I just read your poly stsg x reader post and. Oh my lord. PLEASEEEEE I love them more than anything and I just need to scream and yell about them until my throat is hoarse and sore and I physically cannot talk anymore I’m so serious

the way I feel like in a poly relationship they both absolutely love spoiling and caring for u, but in different ways. Hear me out:

Suguru shows his love by pretty much just taking on the responsibility of a caregiver, because he just falls into that role so easily. He’s the type to cook the foods he KNOWS you love the most for you, to wash your hair for you while you bathe in the luxury bathroom that’s dimly lit with your favourite scented candles and the tub that’s filled with bubbles and any extras you ask for, to brush and play with your hair while you do your night time skincare routine, to offer you a massage at the slightest sign of stress (his hands would be perfect for giving a massage I will fight anyone who disagrees) to always bring back your fav snacks and drinks if he sees them when he’s in public, to take on your own household chores if he notices you’re having a rough and/or unproductive day… <333 he’s so wife….

And then of course best boy satoru who loves like he might actually have a heart attack if he has to go one second without showing his utmost adoration for you (he’s a drama queen). but I love the fact we’ve all agreed he’s like a puppy- because in my head HE IS !! he acts like a lovesick puppy, on your tail 24/7. He’s the type of boyfriend (or husband ykwim….) who when you’re hanging out together and you get up to go to the bathroom, would follow you out of instinct because he’s just so used to being a clingy little bastard. and don’t even get me STARTED on the spoiling- I know you’ve mentioned it in a previous fic and I can’t help but agree so hard. but it’s not like he just gives you money and leaves you to your own devices, i get the feeling he’d want to be involved if you decide to go on a shopping spree. He’s the type to be totally fine with carrying all the shopping bags (I mean have u SEEN those muscles….), and just pay so much attention to you that it’s almost (almost) overwhelming. Paying full attention to which stores and items catch your eye, which clothes you pick out, etc etc

Omfg this was…. Longer than I intended it to be 💀You’ve made me love them too much. You’ve corrupted me with the idea of them and how amazing they’d be as bfs (husbands.) and I am completely content with that fact. 🙌🙌

THE WAY MY ANONS ARE LITERALLY HANDFEEDING ME ATP THANK U THANK U i feel like a little baby bird being fed worms. reading this healed me UR SOOOOO RIGHT ANON <333

where do i even BEGIN this was so cute and lovely and U GET IT U DO!!!! sugu is soooo wife and toru is so husband <3333 they love taking care of you so much!!!! 100% the type of bfs/husbands to die on the hill that making you happy is their job, their duty, theyre both sooo serious abt it.

i genuinely think doting on u is a stress relief for sugu LMAO like he can only relax if you’re wolfing down your favorite food and humming happily, or putty beneath his heavy hands as they massage your scalp….. he’s such a caregiver it’s insane. i can’t see him any other way. ABSOLUTELY the type to massage u all the time have u SEEN his hands…. u get him anon. he’s just so eager to care for u all the time. ESP through cooking i just feel like that’s such a comfortable way for him to show his love!! he will always always always joke abt how that’s his secret ingredient even if u and toru roll ur eyes <33

(this is just a sidethought of mine but tbh i dont picture sugu having a great relationship w his parents — i do however think he has a lot of love for his mother even if its complicated… i imagine him remembering the soup she used to make him when he was sick and making it for u and toru too </3 it makes him feel warm. and so lucky to have a home and family with you two, one that makes him feel safe.)

honestly i think sugu is so eager to be ur caretaker that u just kinda have to trick him into letting u dote on him for once 😭😭 mind games and everything. he just feels more comfortable giving than receiving in any situation. but as soon as ur hands are massaging his shoulders hes out like a light <333 soft lil snores <3333 and he’ll pamper u even more to make up for it when he wakes up!!!

AND TORUUUUU MY DEAREST MY LITTLE PUPPYDOG MY GIRLFRIEND i love him. ur so right!! i think his love seeps out allllll the time and it’s very direct, warm hugs and kisses and gifts <33 but i absolutely agree that hes not the type to just give u money and call it a day — he loves spoiling you and to him that entails taking you wherever you want to go, doing whatever you want to do, buying you whatever makes you happy <333 if u want to go shopping he gets sooooo excited i just KNOW it. carries ur bags and gushes over ur outfits and makes u give him a whole fashion show in whatever boutique hes taken u to hhhhh hes a sweetiepie..

ALSOOO he 100% buys himself outfits to match urs. AND he’ll get one for sugu too. he’s the type to buy u friendship bracelets LOL hes so cute!! if he buys one of u smth then in his mind he HAS to buy the other + himself smth too just for the sake of matching. if you ask him to go get u a vanilla milkshake he’ll return w one for u, a strawberry milkshake for himself and a chocolate milkshake for sugu bc look!! we’re matching <333 HES SO CUTEEE 🥺🥺 (also for some reason i just know hes the one who proposes. sugu has a whole elaborate proposal planned out and already bought the rings but satoru beats him to it and he wants to be angry but he can’t. he’s too happy. and ofc satoru makes sure that ur rings have matching motifs <33 star/sun/moon or something of the sort he is a sappp)

ANYWAY anon this made my whole day i am EATING everything u wrote licking the crumbs off my fingers <3333 i love domestic poly stsg like i love nothing in this universe theyre just the best husbands in the world i think

[rxmorsfromines]

— spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s INES (MORAN) TORRES. they have lived in the city for TWO MONTHS, working as a EVENT PLANNER. the 35 year old will probably be seen around BUSHWICK a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit OVER-PROTECTIVE and IMPATIENT, but friends know them to be COMPASSIONATE and SELFLESS. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across GOLD EARRINGS, HALF USED TUBES OF HAND CREAM, AND CHECKING EVERYONE IS WEARING A COAT welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you!

STATS:

birth name : Ines Sophia Torres (Married name Ines Moran) nick name : Ness, Nini, Nessie birth date : March 18th (Pisces) sexuality: Straight (questioning bisexual) currently residing : apartment in bushwick occupation : Event Planner family : gabriel torres (father), alejandra torres (mother), elias torres (younger brother) relationship status: Currently Single - in the process of getting a divorce notable past relationships: Ex husband Noah Moran

BIO:

Tw: Miscarriage, verbal & physical abuse, cheating

Ines Torres was a sweet little baby, she always slept well, she never had any problems eating, and her chubby cheeks often rose thanks to the smile on her lips. On the whole she was fairly easy. Which was how she became known in her family. At three she went from being an only child to the older sister of Elias and to have a real life baby doll to dote on? She couldn’t think of anything better. Everyone said Ines was born to be a protective older sister and that has remained true right up until this day. 

The label of the ‘easy child’ was further thrust upon her when her brother proved to be less than. In fact he would blame a lot of his misbehaviour on her but call her a pushover if you want but Ines just let him, she’d rather he got what he wanted or needed than he did, selfless from a young age. 

Never overtly academic she was still a bright child with a creative streak, organisation always being a strong suit of hers. When the kids would play school at recess she was always the teacher, or if they played house she would take on the role of the mother, making sure everything was in order. Sure her grades might not be straight As when she was in high school but you can bet she never missed a single day of getting her planner signed or turned up to class without the right equipment in her pencil case.

Skipping collage in leu of an apprenticeship with an event planning company wasn’t an expected move from Ines since she always liked to go with the expected and practical path, but it was a chance she couldn’t pass up, and in truth she wasn’t craving the party time at collage the way so many of her classmates did. In fact she already had her life mapped out in front of her, work at her career for five to ten years, then get married, then kids would follow and she’d have a family house not far from her parents in Texas. 

Except it didn’t exactly pan out like that. Everything was gong so well, she climbed the ranks at the Event Planning company until she was proficient enough to be given her own bookings to run, and then branched out on her own to make her own company. Meeting her future husband at one of the wedding rehearsals she ran the day before (he was the best man), the two of them were besotted with each other. It was disgustingly cute really. After two years of dating he proposed, and in May 2020 the two got married in a beautiful wedding back in her hometown. But then the problems started. And once they got going, it started to get ugly. 

Both had wanted children so badly they had stupidly assumed that next step would just come once thy were married, they’d build their family as another chapter in their life. But a year of trying with no success, and then three miscarriages later, Noah started to blame his wife. A first she tried to understand, wanted them to talk about things and find a way through it together, hell she even blamed herself. Taking his verbal flack on the chin because it must be something she’d done - right? But he drifted significantly further she started to feel impossibly hopeless and about six months ago she found out that not only had he been having an affair, he was now expecting a baby with the woman he’d been sleeping with.

Now in the process of a divorce with her life in Texas shattered around her she decided she could no longer stay there, up and moving to New York where she knew she’d find her baby brother. They had events in New York after all - she wouldn’t be short of things to do…hopefully. 

Extras: 

A big fan of a red lip, you know if she needs to feel strong because she’ll have it on. Like warpaint almost. 

Ines is a big foodie, she loves to try new foods and go out to eat. She’s that friend that will check in that you’ve eaten something if you’re feeling off in any way, tired, anxious, upset, Ines will be asking if you’ve been eating properly. 

Had a dog back in Texas that her husband kept, his name is Bacon, she misses him terribly and wants to get another dog as soon as she’s settled in New York. Not to replace him, but just because having a furry friend helps her keep a positive outlook on life. 

Loves to snap a photo to create a memory, she’s often carrying around a disposable camera (well they have so many of them from the events they do, they’re not hard for her to come by!) and will snap away. 

Has only had about three proper relationships in her life. Her high school boyfriend, a friend who she ended up situationship dating when she was about twenty five, and her soon to be ex husband.  She's somewhat gun shy when it comes to relationships, but a romantic at heart.

Her favorite events to do are first birthday parties and weddings, her least favorite are christmas and halloween parties. Would you believe the people hosting those are much worse than any Bridezilla she's ever come across (so far).

She is a huge lightweight, one glass of wine she's okay, two she's tipsy, and anything harder than that she is ready to paaarttyyy.

[nellie-elizabeth]

8, 10, and 15 for Malex for the OTP asks?

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

I feel like they probably knew of each other vaguely once Michael was back in Roswell and they were at the same school, but they don't have like... a specific memory of the First Time they saw each other. But Alex probably had this vague sense of Michael as an outsider, maybe even knew he was poor/didn't have parents, and didn't really think much about him more specifically than that at first. Then I picture one day people are giving presentations in class and Michael stands up and pulls something totally brilliant, and Alex suddenly notices how smart he is... and he's so cute, too...

And then Michael thinks of Alex as Liz Ortecho's friend, whatever, but then does a double-take and starts noticing Alex when he shows up to school with a septum piercing for the first time. And then he's like hmmm okay I've gotta get this guy's attention somehow...

10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them

"It wasn't exactly your finest moment," Alex says with an eye-roll. "You were supposed to be my rescuer and you left me chained to the radiator."

"Oh, come on!" Michael says, indignant. "I accurately assessed the degree to which you were going to be an idiot and run straight for danger if you were free--"

"Says the guy who ran full-tilt towards my father holding a gun at Crash-Con."

"Yeah, after you confronted him first. I'm only stupid after you've been stupid. My stupidity is actually the inevitable consequence of your own bad decision-making."

Alex raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Sure, yes, it's definitely all my fault."

“I didn’t exactly have any other choice. And besides, I’d done exactly what they wanted. I didn’t think they’d hurt you.”

“Mm,” Alex says, vague and quiet. He stares down at his hands, and Michael’s no longer sure the degree to which they’re joking about the ridiculous circumstances of the past, or if this is actually bothering his husband, all these years later.

"Hey. I really would have come back for you," Michael says, a little more gently. "You know that, right? Always.”

Alex looks up, a smile tugging up one corner of his mouth. “Yeah. I know.”

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

I think an actual genuine trait that Michael dislikes in Alex is the way he shuts down and turns really cold and logical during an argument. Alex is getting better at it now that they're together, at actually accessing his feelings and expressing them, but for a long time he'd shut down and make it hard to get to the actual core of an issue, and that makes Michael feel rejected and like his own emotional reaction isn't being respected/taken seriously. He also wishes Alex would admit when he needs help more readily, although Michael has gotten better at giving him the space to feel comfortable being vulnerable.

And I think Alex probably finds some of Michael's frugal habits from his years of housing insecurity to be frustrating. Like, Michael always wants to keep doing things the way he's used to, because it's "fine" that way, and Alex doesn't like having to convince him again and again that they can afford something a little nicer and more convenient. Getting Michael to buy and use suitcases when they go on trips instead of just using garbage bags. Or spending extra money on a nicer item of clothing that will actually last longer.

I also think when they first start cohabitating they move each other's shit around a lot? Michael is trying to consolidate/make sure he knows where important things are located at all times, and Alex is trying to tidy up, and they're both constantly like "where tf did you put my shit" lmao. They get better at it after a while.

But in all the ways they clash, they both take their relationship super seriously and have learned to talk through and find solutions that work for both of them.

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

So I found this old assignment from 9th grade that I never got past the rough draft/planning stages of jshdhsikfff XD

Ok fine so do star trek romeo and juliet

The story takes place on some random non-specific ship in starfleet, (not the Enterprise, Voyager, or any or the important ones actually in a series) 

Romeo can be cardassian, juliet can be bajoran, or the other way around but this is because those two species are against each other, paris can just be human because we don’t know that much about his character, rosaline is vulcan because she’s logical and doesn’t want anything to do with romeo romantically, friar lawrence can be vulcan too because logical, or maybe he can be betazoid because of how he always seems to understand the situation (telepathy), or he can be trill because of how old and wise he is (experience of several lifetimes) OR Friar Lawrence could be El-Aurian (because Guinan)- Yes friar Lawrence IS Guinan hahahah. tybalt can be romulan or klingon because he’s really angry, Lord Capulet should be Ferengi, but that doesn’t work if juliet is bajoran, so I guess he can be some sort of stepfather/caretaker, maybe lady capulet (bajoran like juliet) is a widow, lost her husband to the occupation after Juliet was born and got into the federation at first as a refugee, (extra reason for them all to be against cardassians) and then lord capulet the ferengi seduced her somehow I guess (because he’s quark and he saw she had a daughter (juliet) and he wanted to take advantage of that because he wanted to eventually marry juliet off to somebody for the profit, plus maybe he wanted lady capulet (bajoran) to massage his ears because… ferengi) and she joined starfleet, benvolio and mercutio can be human because we don’t have very many humans yet. Nurse is betazoid because of how caring she is for Juliet, plus she’s really bawdy like Deanna Troi's mom.

Romeo and juliet meet like they did in the story at a masked party/ball, (because otherwise they’d recognise each other’s species), and then Romeo being the romantic convinces her that they should take off their masks together so he can kiss her or something, which she agrees to I guess, and then they recoil because oh my gosh he’s a cardassian evil guy blah blah blah, and oh my gosh she’s so much younger and that’s not right, and also she’s bajoran and it’s just wrong and she’s going to immediately stereotype me as evil and hate me oh no, so then they both go crying to the nurse and mercutio/benvolio respectively

The nurse is the ship’s counselor and very reasonable so she kindly tells juliet to get over herself because she literally just met romeo and she shouldn’t worry about it, and then they proceed to have a tearful conversation about feelings

Mercutio and benvolio both have pretty much the exact same conversation with romeo, telling him he’s known juliet for all of 5 minutes and to find another lady because she’s underage and bajoran and please don’t take this personally but she’s never going to like a cardassian and also what happened to rosaline?? blah blah blah, and then romeo proceeds to cry and tell them about feelings too.

Friar Lawrence is the bartender because he’s Guinan, so he doesn’t hear what’s going on (too far away) but he sees everything and thinks Romeo’s a fool but it would be cute if Juliet weren’t getting married to Paris

It needs something that makes the story not exactly the same other than the setting, some kind of plot twist to take the story away from the original plot, so

The ship gets attacked in the middle of the party, interrupting the feelings conversation

The party is a pre-party thing for Juliet’s marriage to Paris and she doesn’t want to be married but lord capulet/quark made her do it before she met Romeo and so now she’s extra conflicted because she doesn’t like Paris but she wants to be respectful to her parents so she felt like she didn’t have a choice so she consented to the marriage but not really it’s just because she didn’t know how to stand up for herself so she’s going to get married to Paris in a few hours but she just met Romeo, who’s a cardassian, and she’s afraid that she’s fallen in love with him, but she can’t do that because of her obligation to her parents and to Paris, who doesn’t seem terrible but she doesn’t really know him very well (lord capulet’s managed to convince everyone otherwise), plus also the whole thing about cardassians.

So the party ends, everyone goes and does whatever for a few hours, then to their quarters to get changed for the actual wedding, and this time focuses on everybody’s thoughts, which is a ton of mostly everyone having internal conflict.

Juliet: more conflict about respect to parents (marry paris) vs feelings (romeo being a nice guy she talked to for a while but he’s cardassian and also not Paris)

Romeo: pre established conflict of his feelings for juliet vs mercutio and benvolio’s arguments against it (also he doesn’t know juliet is the person he met or that she’s getting married to paris because he was just showing up for the fun of the party and the food, so he doesn’t have that conflict yet)

Lord Capulet: excited about the bride-price he’s going to get from Paris after a lot of negotiating and lying to him about Ferengi customs

Paris: NOT having doubts about this whole marriage thing because he’s the antagonist and he wants to be married to Juliet because he’s evil and a creep who wants to take advantage of her and so far he’s just played nice around Juliet to keep the marriage on. 

Nurse: Sensing the malicious intentions from Paris, and becoming a little worried, but changes her mind and tells herself she was just being silly, he’s a fine young man and she’s just excited about the wedding

Lady Capulet: totally been manipulated and lied to by Lord Capulet, she feels like there’s something off about everything but doesn’t want to speak up because she’s been drawn into the Ferengi belief that women are useless and nothing and inferior to men, and that if she doesn’t let Lord Capulet marry off her daughter, he won’t protect her anymore, and she won’t be able to fend for herself because she’s just a woman, no way could she get a job or anything without his help, and of course it’s probably just fine for Juliet to get married… right? She’s only 13… but she’s almost 14, so… it’s still not okay but it’s not like they have a choice? Lord Capulet’s been gaslighting her and it’s all very wrong.

Friar Lawrence: Not really thinking much or being conflicted, just pleasantly humming to himself as he cleans up the room after the party and starts getting everything set up for the wedding. He’s not sure about the morality of what’s going on, but so far as he’s concerned, all those short-lived species can figure out their own problems and everything will turn out alright in the end. If one of them is worried or needs advice they can come ask, but so long as everyone seems relatively fine, it isn’t really his business is it?

Benvolio and Mercutio: laughing about Romeo and his lovesick heart in their quarters, playfully making bets on how long it’ll be before he sees another pretty lady and forgets “that bajoran girl” just generally making fun of Romeo and stuff.

Rosaline: She’s going to be Juliet’s hero. Vulcans are logical and they suppress emotion, she wasn’t “having fun” at the party, she was analyzing all the situations and talking to people in a “friendly” manner to gather some final tidbits of information. Because Rosaline has been noticing little wrong things everywhere for a while. Lord Capulet says that Juliet and Paris are totally in love, can’t wait to be married, best friends, but has she seen them hanging out together? Never. Why is Lady Capulet so reserved and nervous all the time around Lord Capulet? Also suspicious. Paris is in his 20s while Juliet’s 13 going on 14?  She read through databases on human versus bajoran maturing, traditions, customs, ages of consent, etc. and that most certainly isn’t right either. Rosaline has come to the conclusion that whatever this marriage is, it shouldn’t be happening, and she’s going to try to rescue Juliet because all her logic points to that being the right thing to do.

Rosaline goes to Juliet and convinces Juliet to go on a walk with her, “calm the nerves before the big moment,” but actually wants to talk about everything with Juliet so they can make a plan for how to avoid her getting married to Paris. They end up talking about Romeo, and Rosaline advises Juliet that “he was in love with me yesterday, if you like him then fine by me, but take it slow and make sure he won’t run off with the next pretty girl he sees before you set your heart on him, the young man’s a fool.”

So far, Rosaline’s plan for avoiding the marriage is to have Rosaline pretend to be Juliet (like Thor pretending to be Freya) because Rosaline can keep a clearer head in the moment and can explain all of what she believes to be going on to the audience, and make sure none of the blame goes on to Juliet or Lady Capulet. While Rosaline does that, Juliet can hide somewhere else on the ship with a com link to Rosaline so she can hear what’s going on, and if it somehow backfires horribly, well they’ll figure that out in the moment and Rosaline will protect Juliet. Juliet isn’t sure about this idea, but right now there’s not enough time to think up a whole new plan. (Later: right when the “I do-s” are supposed to happen and Rosaline throws back the veil to begin her monologue, Tybalt attacks the ship and everything is put on hold to address that issue, leaving everyone wondering what’s going on. After they defeat him diplomatically or whatever, they decide to restart the wedding, and this time, Juliet steps up and adresses Paris directly and then Lord Capulet and stands up for herself and it’s all very well and good, but then there’s the aftermath to deal with– she stood up for herself in front of everyone, but what about later, when she might be alone?) the captain of the ship (hmm… the captain is the Prince, and he’s human because eh) […unfinished…]

Meanwhile at the end of the original party, Romeo learns from Friar Lawrence that Juliet is the lady he’s fallen in love with, and that she’s the one getting married to Paris. He runs off to Mercutio and Benvolio (again) accidentally catches them kissing (this is an older ship, sometimes the door system is faulty and allows people into the quarters without verbal confirmation from those inside, you need to explain that BEFORE this scene though) but he’s really oblivious and ignores that/doesn’t realize and just brushes it off without a thought and goes on to complain about stuff to them. (this is a comedic use of the faulty doors, you need a plot-central use of faulty doors at some later point)