#they’re gonna catch MAD baby fever

[bunnybonesstudio]

I know everyone isn’t super into the Johnny/Carmen baby plot line, which is perfectly valid.

Say what you will BUT I am personally VERY excited to see Demetri and Eli become the best god damn binary babysitters this side of West Valley, California.

[akaashigiri]

Sleepy Jaegers

summary: eren and y/n are at a gathering at armin’s place, and their 2 year old is exhausted. eren is equally as exhausted.

pairing: dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.69k

warnings: none, fluffff

a/n: sigh my baby fever possessed me to write this 💔 might make armin a father as well if people end up liking this one (i will anyway) 😋

These gatherings were almost like a ritual to the group.

There wasn’t ever a specific place they met, they would always gather in different places, wether it’d be the beach, a park, or at one of their homes. It didn’t matter where it took place, just as long as everyone was there. Everyone was obligated to come.

So of course that includes the littlest Jaeger.

It was mid September, and although the weather wasn’t bad at all, some didn’t really feel like going out to public places like the local park, so the group decided on Armin’s new place, since Sasha and Annie still have yet to see it (their homes are farther from the rest)

They were all gathered in the spacious living room; Jean and Sasha on the long couch, while Mikasa and Armin sat on the smaller one. Historia and Ymir shared the beige-colored chair in the corner of the room, while Annie sat on one of the kitchen stools as she watched Y/N and Connie do the dishes (Armin insisted, but the two almost threatened him if he were to touch a dish).

As soon as Eren walked in, he all but restricted anyone from sitting on the big beige reclining sofa, claiming that he deserved it for helping Armin pick it out. Eren was grateful for going to Ikea that day with Armin to pick out the sofa he was now slouched on, recliner out and all. It was now his favorite spot in the whole house (besides the kitchen, since he loved playing around with the smart refrigerator).

As Y/N passed another dish for Connie to rinse and dry, she suddenly felt a tug on her pants, looking down to meet the tired eyes of her daughter.

She was quick to rinse and dry her hands to pick her up, giving all of her attention to the little girl. “Aw, what’s wrong Mimi? Everything alright?” She asked, already noticing the fatigue on her face.

She only snuggled into her mother’s neck, giving her the simple response of, “Tired.” Her vocabulary was fairly short, due to the fact that she was only 2 and learned her words from the ones around her (Eren got in big trouble the day Y/N heard the word ‘shit’ come out of her daughter’s mouth).

Y/N wasn’t surprised she got tired easily today, since Jean gave her more candy then Y/N would usually allow. And with the way her, Ymir, and Mikasa were running around in the yard earlier today, Y/N already saw this coming.

“You’re tired?” she asked again, earning a nod from the crook of her neck. “Okay, mommy’s almost done. Go sit next to daddy until I finish, okay?” She tells her, moving her head back to face her daughter again. Myra nodded, allowing her mother to put her down.

Walking tiredly, Myra slowly moved through the kitchen and made her way to the living room, spotting her father laidback in the corner of the room, limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the father instincts, but he was the first to notice her presence in the room, stopping the ghost story Jean swears is real to bring his full attention to his daughter.

“Mimi’s come to save us, everyone!” Eren exclaims, throwing jazz hands up as everyone joined and cheered her on for simply walking in. Jean didn’t like what Eren was implying, but clapped nonetheless.

“You’re not funny. Aren’t dads supposed to tell good jokes?” He questioned, attempting to steal a fry from Sasha’s plate, but failing miserably as she only swats his hand away.

“No Jean, I think it’s the other way around, they’re supposed to be corny.” Armin butts in, watching with a smile as Myra finally starts walking towards her father.

Eren could already see the fatigue on her face, holding his arms out for her once she got a little closer. “What’s up Mimi, you tired?” Eren questioned, laughing as she instead of answering, simply lifted her arms up for him to take her.

She responds with a nod, her hair falling over her face as she was lifted onto his lap. As soon as she was situated, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable, wiggling out of her dad’s grasp and laying her stomach down on his, her head right above where his heart was.

“Nevermind.” he sighs, making the whole room burst out into laughter. This only made Myra whine, the loudness distrupting her attempt at sleeping. “Sorry Myra!” Sasha whispered, finally giving a fry to Jean afterwards.

“I wonder what got her so tired.” Annie questions, making Jean sink into the couch out of guilt as Eren sends him an irritated glance.

“Jean went and gave her a sugar rush before we got here. It was absolute hell.” Eren’s eyes furrow in frustration as he remembers earlier today and how hard it was for him to catch a nap without his energetic 2 year old jumping all over him. All while Jean was happily eating lunch with his wife.

“Okay, but I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to have that much candy! Kids eat candy like crazy, right?” He attempts to defend himself, looking around the room for support, only to be met with silence.

“Yeah, thing is she’s not a kid! She’s a toddler! Dumbass.” he mumbles the last part, hoping that Y/N somehow wouldn’t hear. But she always found a way how.

“Can someone please slap Eren for me?” She yells from the kitchen. “Stop cursing in front of Myra!”

Eren has no time to defend himself as volunteers step up to do what their friend asked, but Mikasa was the quickest, and Eren was even quicker. He swiftly grabs Myra’s frog blanket from the bag sat beside him and hids his face in it, saving it from the harsh blow of Mikasa’s hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t miss completely, I just don’t wanna wake Myra.” she confesses, walking back to her seat.

“God, I cant believe we almost named her after you.” Eren groaned, blanket still clutched in hand.

“Mimi’s close enough for me.” She smiles, noticing the way Myra starts to squirm a bit. “Throw the blanket over her, I think she’s cold.” She suggests, bringing Eren’s attention back to the little girl on his chest.

Eren is quick to unravel the rather big blanket from his grasp and take it in both hands to bring it in the air, watching it fall perfectly onto her small figure. The blanket basically covered his whole torso, the end tickling his neck a bit.

“Thanks again for the blanket, Historia. She loves it so much, a little too much.” he says, feeling his daughter move under the blanket so that her little arms were wrapped around his torso as far as she could go. “She won’t use the one I got her anymore.” he says with a slight frown.

The group laughs again, but quietly this time, not wanting the little girl to possibly wake up in a fit.

“I wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.” Jean shrugs, giving Eren a knowing glance, as well as a sly smirk. He knows how mad Y/N would get if he were to disobey her, especially a few minutes after she scolded him. Since Y/N was only a few feet away, Eren aggresively sticks his middle finger up to the man. It’s not like Myra could see through the blanket anyway.

“Are you gonna finish your ghost story, Jean?” Annie asked, although she didn’t believe a word. She just wants to see him make a fool out of himself.

Jeans eyes light up, snapping his fingers together as he sits upstraight again, ready to go into full detail once again. “Right! Okay, okay, so right when I went to shave my beard...”

Eren let’s Jean’s apparent ghost encounter story fade in the background, focusing on the shallow breaths coming from his daughter. He felt himself getting a little drowsy himself, as if her sleepiness was seeping into him.

He doesn’t waste time lifting the blanket a bit to wrap a protective arm around her small figure under it, adjusting his posture on the sofa and crossing his ankles over one another. His let his neck sink into the back of the couch, letting his head go as well so he facing the ceiling. With the warmth of the blanket and the little girl under it, he couldn’t help but close his drowsy eyes as well, finally giving in.

A few minutes pass and Jean is done telling his story, but of course, no one believes him. All except Historia. “Thank you, Historia! See I’m telling the truth. Morons.” Jean rolls his eyes at the way Armin and Sasha curl up as they laughed, Mikasa and Annie trying their best to hold in theirs.

Jean soon notices the person who would’ve regurlarly had the most to say was being awfully quiet. Getting ready to scold him for not listening, Jean is met with a site he has to admit, is the cutest thing he’s seen all year.

Eren was deep in slumber, soft snores coming from him and the little girl that rested as peacefully as he did on top of him. The print of his arm around her could be seen through the green blanket, as well as both of their steady breaths. They looked so comfortable, it would be a pain for them to get up soon, which they would have to eventually.

“Awww, they’re adorable!!” Historia exclaims from the other side of the room, which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention all the way from the kitchen.

“What’s happening? Is something cute happening? Someone take pictures!” She exclaimed, wanting to abandon the plates and take them herself, but thinks that would be rather rude to leave poor connie alone.

“On it!” Sasha and Jean say in unison. Both are quick to pull out their phones, Jean getting the more unappealing angles, while Sasha actually put some effort into it and snapped a few photos.

These were being sent to every single person on her contact list.

this was written at like 2 am sorry if there are typos i swear i reread 💔

also i’m currently working on a mob fic idk if ppl still like those but i most definitely do so watch out for that one :p

hope y’all liked this one lol

-aysha <3

[slashers-and-hugs]

Michael Myers and Bo Sinclair reacting to his s/o's childhood and teenage photos? pretty please?

Your wish is my command! I’m assuming you wanted OG Micheal Myers. If you wanted RZ just let me know. I have no problems making another! I wasn’t sure if you wanted HCs or a fic so I made both just in case! Hope you enjoy! 🤗

Micheal Myers and Bo Sinclair seeing their s/o’s childhood teenage photos

OG Micheal Myers

He sees the picture of baby you and is shocked at how small you are

He knew that you were once a baby, just like everyone else, he just wasn’t expecting to see you as a baby

He sifts through the pictures with an innocent curiosity

When he gets through all of the baby ones and finds you at the age of 6 or 7

Hes floored

At that time he was dealing with the constant voices in his head and had killed his first victim, his sister

You, however, were how other kids were: happy, giddy, and very messy

Pictures of you covered in marker, food, and whatever else you had gotten into made the corners of his mouth tilt upwards slightly in what could be mistaken for a smile

You were grinning in a lot of them

He couldn’t remember the last time he was giddy like you were in these pictures

He briefly wondered if your children would take after you or him

Part of him hoped it would be you

That thought disappeared quickly when he came across your teenage years

He slid some of them into his pocket

Prefect blackmail for whenever he needed them

Though he doesn’t actually care what you did during those years

He was locked up in an asylum

Anything was better than that

    You had just taken off your shoes when you noticed how eerily quiet it was in the house. You knew that Micheal was naturally silent but after a few weeks of being constantly scared of entering your house because of the silence, Micheal had started to make a little noise. Mostly just the TV being on or faint rock music from the radio. This wasn’t the case today. It was completely quiet. You took hesitant steps around the house, looking everywhere before finally going into your room, which, in hindsight, you probably should’ve looked first. That's where you found him. Sitting cross legged on the floor surrounded by pictures of you throughout your life. Your face flushed bright red seeing him holding a picture of you in the bathtub as a baby. 

    “Micheal?” Your voice rang out between the two of you. He slowly turned to you, holding up some more pictures of you. He held them up almost in question, like he wanted reasons for why there were so many pictures of you in your younger years. 

    “I like the reminders of good times so when I’m upset I can look at them and know that there are always better times. Plus they’re good reminders of things I don’t remember now that I’m older.” Micheal seemed satisfied with your answer, putting the pictures back down and grabbing more to look at. After a second, you sat down next to him and began telling him about each picture. Who took the picture, what's going on in the picture, and the picture’s importance. Micheal was content to listen to you talk, watching you with fascination as your face changed with each new memory the pictures brought up.

Bo Sinclair

The moment he sees baby you, he’s head over heels

“Look at your hands! Your cute lil’ face! Your sucking your thumb in this one!”

Loves every picture of baby you

Won’t admit it but its really good knowing that you were treated well as a baby

The moment he sees you in a highchair though, he's quick to search the picture for leather straps. After finding none, he feels 10 times better

Immediate baby fever

Seeing your baby pictures shows him how cute your kids would be

When he gets to your as a kid, he laughs

You were a pain in your parents ass, he could tell

Loves knowing that despite you acting up they still treated you right

You covered in mud reminds him of Lester when he was younger

A picture with you surrounded by crayons and markers makes him think of Vincent

Here's you climbing a tree and falling, just like he used to (when his parents weren’t chasing him and yelling)

You’re so alike to them yet so different

He feels closer to you seeing these pictures

He gets to your teenage years and start crying he's laughing so hard

You’ll never live this down just so you know

Hangs a few of the pictures in the basement of the shop to show victims that go down there

“You see how adorable my baby was when they were younger?”

        “Bo you’re not putting that in the basement! I will kill you if you do!” You’re jumping up and down trying to get the stupid picture out of Bo’s stupid hand. He’s laughing and raising it higher so you can’t get it. It was a picture of you when you were a baby sleeping on your arms with your naked butt in the air. You did not want anyone seeing your naked baby butt but, apparently, Bo did. Sometimes you wondered how you went everyday without choking him out. Today seemed to be the day you actually might. 

    “Why not? You’re the cutest lil’ thing in this picture! Just let me put it on the wall. No one leaves the basement alive anyway, so it’s not like anyone is gonna be able to tell anyone else ‘bout it, pumpkin!” He was grinned the entire time, not-so-secretly eyeing your body up. He loved it when you were mad.

    “Because I said so Bo, now give it!” You growled out, gritting your teeth and jumping more. He fake sighed, pouting a little as he lowered his arm and allowed you to snatch it away. You stuck your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Before you could put your tongue back in your mouth, he pinched it. 

    “Be nice. I gave you your picture back so I think I deserve an apology for that rude gesture there.” He raised an eyebrow at you, releasing your tongue so you could apologize. He looked at you expectantly, even going as far as tapping his foot to let you know he was waiting. You bit your lip, trying in vain not to smile as you started to carefully take steps away. He smiled, knowing exactly what you were doing but, allowing it anyway. 

    “If you want me to apologize, you’ll have to catch me first!” You screamed the last bit as you ran away. He counted to ten in his head before he took off after you, knowing exactly what kind of ‘apology’ he wanted when he would catch you.

[a-monsters-love]

Please feed me with a headcanon with our two favourite sleepy bois (Aizawa and shinso obvi) and how they would react when their usually very energetic s/o comes home one day completely exhausted from overworking themselves plz and thank you🥺

Lmao I’m gonna self insert the shit out of this from our texts. ILYS I hope these requests keep rolling in 😭

[Master List]

Aizawa Shota:

No one knows how the two of ended up together

Ancient family secret

You were on par with Hizashi’s crackhead energy

What they did notice was the bags under Aizawa’s eyes were less prominent

He smiled more (not that he did often in general)

He always had lunches packed

Really all his basic human needs were being sated

You had Energizer Bunny energy

Gods only knew where it came from

So when he started to notice you were sleeping in more than usual

You could say he was concerned

At first he didn’t think much of it and wrote it off as the early mornings you woke to were finally catching up with you

He didn’t think much of it till he started to notice you were smiling less

You’d apologize for not making him lunch for the next day

You seemed more jumpy than ever

He decided to take a night off from patrolling to catch you when you get home

You didn’t realize he was home

“Did I leave these on?” You mutter to yourself while turning off a light

“I was using that” You hear Aizawa say

You squeaked in surprise and dropped your bag

You stared at it for a moment when tears started bubbling in the corner of your eyes

his eyes widen in surprise at your reaction

“Hey-hey-hey..” He hushes your sobs by pulling you into his chest

“It’s okay..” He continues

He knew you’d taken on too much

He never thought it would drain you like this though

You held his shirt in your fists

He hears you mumble apologies into his chest

He wasn’t the best at comforting people when they’re upset

But he does understand over working oneself

He hugs you and pets your hair while you calm down

After a few moments he’ll attempt to usher you to bed

“Sho, wait-“ You try and stop him with some excuse about dinner and work

He squints at you but agrees to dinner, making something simple himself

After you finish eating he’ll carry you to your shared bedroom and make you lay down with him

He’ll ask you to explain what’s got you so burnt out

You’ll hesitate but explain

He’ll be mad that you’ve been overworking yourself but he knows he has no room to scold you

“You’re allowed to rely on me (Y/N)” He’d say

“I just- I just didn’t want to burden you..” You’d mutter back

The comment would make him frown, you could never be a burden to him

He was determined to make sure you knew that

He would cuddle you and pet your hair and/or rub you back until you fell asleep

At first he’d feel a little guilty for not saying something sooner

He’d start reciprocating the things you do for him more

He’s have a better understanding of why you do the things you do for him more

He really does love you

Shinso Hitoshi:

Both of our sleepy bois understand working themselves to death

Growing up being told he’d be a great villain only made him work harder

So when Denki introduced the two of you he felt like he took a breath of fresh air for the first time in his life

You were an absolute Meme Lord

You never hesitated to talk to him

He’s never dealt with a someone with so much energy showing him so much affection

“✨W A I T✨ I have a gif/meme for that.” You’d often say scrolling through your phone at a mile a minute to something someone said

Your smile alone gave him energy

He’d often find himself leaning on you

“Hold on, I’m recharging.” He’d whine if you made an attempt to move out of his grasp

You’d giggle every time

During second year training became 10x’s harder

Everyone expected this

You’d often stay out late training

You seemed just as cheerful in the morning

However you couldn’t avoid Shinso’s watchful eyes

He knew immediately that you were overworking yourself

He’d see the bags under your eyes

He’d notice the way your smile was softer from exhaustion

He’d catch you one night on your way to bed

“You know, overworking yourself will only cause more harm than good.” He’d chide

You’d chuckle forcefully and tell him you’re fine

You’d kiss his cheek and bid him goodnight

You knew he was right

Then one night you could no longer deny the fact

You were making yourself tea in the kitchen when you vaguely heard footsteps behind you

“-N). (Y/N)? Hey-“ Shinso had been trying to get your attention since he saw you leaning over the counter

He’d put his hand on your shoulder and you’d turn to face him with glazed eyes

Your face was heated but you smiled at him

“Hey Toshi, I didn’t hear you come up.” Your voice was strained

He’d press his hand to your forehead

You’d hum at the feeling of his cold hand

“Great All Might, (Y/N). You’re running a fever!” He’d panic

“Oh man, I didn’t even notice.” You’d chuckle and he’d frown

He’d pick you up and carry you to your room

“Wait my tea-“

“I’ll grab it later.” He’d retort quickly

He’d tuck you in bed and get your tea

He’d scold you the entire time

You’d giggle at him scolding you while treating you like a baby

He’d stay up all night making sure your fever didn’t get worse

You wake up to him asleep with his face buried in his arms and leaning over your bed

You’d pet his messy hair until he woke up

He’d check your temp immediately

He’d give you a chaste kiss and tell you that you have to stay in bed for the day

Don’t even T H I N K about denying this request

You’ll never hear the end of this

He adores you too much to let you get like this again

[gerrymike]

OK. commentary on my satg playlist. For reasons

lol it wont let me hyperlink but. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0w9pMZtOvP0plqdxT665q7?si=wEFnvdh3Rjaa0p2UX251mQ&dl_branch=1 Plug

1. PIEDMONT (DESTROY BOYS)

Looks like I'm late for the party Everyone knows the attire but me Glass walls separate us Catch a glimpse into different books On different shelves

i.e. teen crisis where u want desperately to live the same life as ppl on the street but also can’t imagine anything worse

2. SWEET ADELINE (ELLIOTT SMITH)

It's a picture-perfect evening and I'm staring down the sun Fully loaded, deaf and dumb and done Waiting for sedation to disconnect my head Or any situation where I'm better off than dead

i.e. she’s alive! is that worse or better. also jfc, you fucking hate hospitals

3. ALAMEDA (ELLIOTT SMITH)

You walk down Alameda  Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone Like some precious only son Face down, bow to the champion

also

Walk down Alameda  Brushing off the nightmares you wish Could plague me when I'm awake And now you see your first mistake  Was thinking that you could relate For one or two minutes she liked you But the fix is in

i.e. oops it’s two elliotts in a row, sorry. just. about the connection you can form with someone given just a short period of time, and how sometimes it gets ruined by, like, a werewolf. pretty similar to sweet adeline. mx weisglass gets two songs. plus “precious only son” 😬 “shuffling your deck of trick cards” 😬

4. CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS (IRON MAIDEN)

Give me the sense to wonder To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strength to hold my head up Spit back in their face

i.e. for Me mostly because i think the whiplash from elliott to maiden is kinda funny. also the gerry VS twisty animosity, in over-the-top wizardy terms. sometimes you are full of hate and that’s OK 😬 

5. ICU (PHOEBE BRIDGERS)

If you're a work of art I'm standing too close I can see the brush strokes I hate your mom I hate it when she opens her mouth It's amazing to me How much you can say When you don't know  What you're talking about

and

I'll climb through the window again But right now it feels good not to stand Then I'll leave it wide open Let the dystopian morning light pour in

i.e. we’re back in london…and, well, yeah. also, song title! we’re still in sacramento, actually, spiritually, at this point in the story

6. CRY FOR JUDAS (THE MOUNTAIN GOATS)

Feel the storm every night Hope it passes by Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth Draw a white chalk Baphomet Mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get

i.e. crew. i think about him

7. IRIS (THE GOO GOO DOLLS)

And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight

plus

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

i.e. OK. OK. OK. yeah, OK. damn right all you can taste is this moment…yeah OK. SONGS5

8. KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS (MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE)

It's been 8 bitter years since I've been seeing your face And you're walking away And I will die in this place

to

It's been 10 fucking years since I've been seeing your face round here And you're walking away And I will drown in the fear

i.e. ah…the lyrical differences in the chorus…yes…also i love how raucous this song is despite what it’s about. it’s got satg energy!!! “seeing your face”, of course, is not literal 😬

9. ENCHANTING GHOST (SUFJAN STEVENS)

Don't carry on carrying efforts, oh no, oh oh oh oh Somewhere there's a room for each of us to grow And if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost

and

Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp? Am I a pest to feed?

i.e. 😬😬😬

10. PAUL (BIG THIEF)

In the blossom of the months I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought So I swallowed all of it As I realized there was no one  Who could kiss away my shit

and PARTICULARLY

Well Paul, I know you said That you'd take me any way I came or went But I'll push you from my brain See, you're gentle baby I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain

i.e. HARROWING TERRITORY!!!

11. PITSELEH (ELLIOTT SMITH)

I'll tell you why I Don't wanna know where you are I gotta joke I've been dying to tell you

i.e. sorry. a lot of elliott smith on this playlist. thems the breaks

12. OPHELIA (THE LUMINEERS)

Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help a fool who falls in love

i.e. callbacks to SONGS5…! and more pain

13. CLOUDS (BORNS)

I forget all my dreams I forget everyones name I meet I forget about time and space But I can't stop thinking 'bout your face

i.e. tfw your memory’s shit and also you just threw yourself into the sky and you’re still not over it. yowch!

14. ARCADE (DUNCAN LAWRENCE)

Oh, oh-oh-oh oh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

i.e. sorry i heard this song first in a c#tradora edit and i have never recovered.

15. WARS (OF MONSTERS AND MEN)

Yeah, I love you on the weekends But I'm careless and I'm wicked Yeah, I love you on the weekends It's a cruel war I still have pieces of you stuck on me Pieces of you stuck on me Yeah, I love you on the weekends It's a cruel war

i.e. PIECES OF YOU STUCK ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is the only song of the new omam i’ve heard. i never got around to listening to it. but this one slaps

16. MONTERO (LIL NAS X)

Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white Baby, you livin' the life, but baby, you ain't livin' right Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend

AND

A sign of the times every time that I speak A dime and a nine, it was mine every week What a time, an incline, God was shinin' on me Now I can't leave And now I'm actin' hella elite

AND ESPECIALLY

I want that jet lag from fuckin' and flyin'

i.e. God i love this song. re: avatarhood. YOU CAN’T LEAVE!!! not saying it’s like being a celebrity, but it’s like being a celebrity. dual perspectives here with G + his morality regarding the person he loves being, uh, evil? (you live in the dark / i cannot pretend) and M + debt he owes to his god, erosion of his own morals. also, SHEER F*CKING VIBES

17. GEYSER (MITSKI)

You're my number one You're the one I want And you've turned down Every hand that has beckoned me to come

i.e. love songs that serve double as to your god and to your lover

18. THAT’S WHAT I LIKE (BRUNO MARS)

Jump in the Cadillac (Girl, let's put some miles on it) Anything you want (Just to put a smile on it) You deserve it baby, you deserve it all

i.e. this song is here because i say so. a real “sorry it’s been seven years let me make it up to you” vibe

19. RUN AWAY WITH ME (SUFJAN STEVENS)

And I say, love Come run away with me Sweet, falling remedy Come run away with me

i.e. more grand ridiculous propositions. more to come. but they’re born out of a real frustration with the situation at hand! it sucks! also, “falling remedy”,

20. LET’S GET MARRIED (BLEACHERS)

I'm gonna get right for you, honey I'll take all of my medicine, spend you all my money, yeah I know it's hard enough to love me But I woke up in a safe house singing, "Honey, let's get married"

i.e. bro.

21. I WILL (MITSKI)

And while you sleep I'll be scared So by the time you wake I'll be brave

i.e. a lot of these here are self explanatory..

22. ME & MY DOG (BOYGENIUS)

I had a fever Until I met you Now you make me cool

also

I never said I'd be all right Just thought I could hold myself together But I couldn't breathe, I went outside Don't know why I thought it'd be any better I'm fine now, it doesn't matter

i.e. title is significant. and yeah. just. recovery’s tricky

23. I FOUND (AMBER RUN)

And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

i.e. this is like a staple song for like. basically. any pairing. but i’m pathetic and it gets me every time. there’s something about it. not sure if i’m going to leave it on this playlist but. hm. yeah

OK that’s a wrap. highly likely i’ll put more songs on this as i go

[blouisparadise]

Another incredible year of fics is complete!

This list is always nearly impossible to make, so keep in mind that this is just a small selection out of hundreds of incredible bottom Louis fics that were posted this year. We hope every fic writer feels appreciated because your works mean so much to this fandom. And we hope there will be even more amazing BL fics coming out in 2020!

The fics are listed by length and we included AO3 usernames and links to the writers’ Tumblr accounts if we could find them - so please go give these people love! And give love to every other writer who wrote a bottom Louis fic that you read and enjoyed this year.

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This list would be twice as long if we included all the fics for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest, so we’ve decided to instead simply link to the December masterpost of BLFF fics. These fics are ALL favorites of ours this year, so check them all out and give them love!

That Summer Feeling by laurelhips / @laurelhips | Explicit | 2093 words

"It was still a lazy summer evening, the sun was still floating in the sky and the balcony window was letting in a warm breeze. Harry thumbed at Louis’ hipbone, easing his lips off Louis’ skin just to mumble “Turn over, darling.” Louis cracked a small smile, turning over slowly and revealing the back half of his naked body. Harry’s tongue felt too big for his mouth. He swallowed as he took in the sight. He’d never get tired of this."

How Easy You Are To Need by sweetums / @darlou | Explicit | 2356 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

A day in the life type of drabble where Harry returns home after a business trip to his boy and a surprise visit from his niece.

Fine Line by Speechless | Explicit | 3281 words

This is just a tiny fanfiction that in my head was really just a Survival Instinct spin off, but then became a thing of its own.

No One But You Got Me Feeling This Way by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works | Explicit | 3787 words

Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He’s sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures.

Like Sangria by Harryskiwiposes / @hadtobelou | Explicit | 4152 words

As he looked up to the ceiling he imagined what it would feel like to have this man all to himself, all night long. He wanted the man in his bed, spread out underneath him, his skin begging to be kissed by a little more than just the sun.

Harry let out a small chuckle at the thought because he hadn’t even wanted to come on this beach vacation in the first place - he had wanted to go sightseeing in New York City. However, Niall and Liam had outnumbered him and so two days ago they had all boarded a plane to Jamaica for a lads holiday celebrating Liam’s thirtieth birthday.

Digging his fingers into the man’s hips, Harry sent a silent prayer up to the heavens that he was currently not sightseeing in New York and was instead on his way to hooking up with the sexiest man he had ever encountered.

Bad Idea! by rina_a / @lougendarey | Explicit | 4247 words

“I’m gonna ruin you.” And words had never felt so real in his life. Harry was going to ruin him in every way and Louis knew it. He had memories scattered all throughout his brain of the pain and pleasure of being destroyed by Harry. The feeling of ecstasy he was currently experiencing outweighed how much it was going to hurt in the next morning when Harry vanished. He was melting under Harry’s touch and that was the only thing that mattered. He could feel Harry’s smooth and strong biceps under his hands as he arched his back against the car door, unsure if he was leaning into Harry’s lips or moving away from them.

Can You Feel The Fever by delsicle / @emperorstyles | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

Gotta Catch 'Em All by larryent / @larryent | Explicit | 5186 words

Louis loves Pokémon GO, he gets a little crazy and ends up ramming into a guy. Harry gets mad, calls him a brat and treats him like one. Oh, and they're in central park.

I'm Slipping Under by purpledandelion / @purpledandelion | Explicit | 5351 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

What better way would there actually exist than starting it filthily with Louis falling apart on his tongue? Nothing else could have surpassed that.

Nothing.

That's what Harry had thought at first, at least.

Just Fuck by rbbsbb / @rbbsbb | Explicit | 5565 words

Louis’ so drunk off Harry, though—even more than all of the drinks that he’s had—that he doesn’t even want to look anywhere else. He’s dying for it, for Harry to hold him down and fill him up, mark him inside.

Burnt & Tied Up by tilthesundies / @tllthesundies | Explicit | 6327 words

Come to the show tonight, Harry told him. Begged him. Pleaded with him.

Louis isn’t doing this for him.

Act Out | by feermartsant / @boldbabe | Explicit | 6721 words

Harry leans forward so he's closer to Louis's ear, and murmurs, "If I was your husband, I'd never let you out of my sight."

It’s ridiculous. He is his husband. There’s hundreds of photos, and official papers, and rings, and two babies with the last name Tomlinson Styles that prove it. But it’s also possessive, and hot and Louis doesn’t know what he was expecting when Harry told him he wanted to try roleplaying a little, but so far he’s not complaining.

Kisses and Coffee Breaks by youreyesonlarry / @youreyesonlarry | Explicit | 9350 words

Midterm season was finally here and all Harry wanted to do was study, however his boyfriend, Louis, seems to have a better idea.

Tattooed Heart by KrisStylinson / @zourry-a | Explicit | 10035 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

“Is that fucking real?”

Harry grins. “Feel for yourself.”

A curious hand comes to trace over Harry’s chest, sighing in awe. “Harry.”

He watches him as he does it and wishes he had a camera on him, because the sight of Louis’ dainty hand caressing the beautiful L written in intricate cursive right over Harry’s heart has to be the single greatest thing he’s ever seen.

“Like it?” he asks.

“Harry,” Louis repeats, suddenly digging his thumb into the skin as if it was going to disappear at any second—it wasn’t, something Harry’s tattoo artist made sure of. “That’s—that’s permanent.”

“You’re permanent,” Harry replies, simple as can be.

Little White Lies by wickedarcher_08 / @wicked-archer | Explicit | 10450 words

Louis makes an off hand comment in an interview then comes home to find Harry has laid his old braces out on their bed.

All The Strings Attached by floweredhalo / @floweredhalo | Not Rated | 10517 words

“He wasn’t good enough for you anyway, H,” Louis says and continues eating. Harry’s still reeling from the fact that Louis is jealous. Part of him wants to prove that Louis has nothing to be jealous about, that Harry is fully Louis’ and no one else’s. The other part wants to punish Louis for acting spoiled. But Harry can’t act on either urge, he tightens his hand into a fist in his lap instead.

“No, he wasn’t. He didn’t quite fit the job.”

“Harry, it wouldn’t be a job to date you. It would be lovely,” Louis says, almost in a whisper. They’re sitting closer, Harry just now notices. Louis’ body is completely angled towards Harry and Harry’s body is not far behind.

Your Sins, My Vices by Jennifer_Kaid | Explicit | 12582 words

Louis hates soulmates. Harry has waited his whole life for one.

This Glorious Mess by theweightofmywords / @sunflowerrlouis | Mature | 14260 words

His head lolls to the side, and his eyes float open to focus on what used to be his bedside table.

It’s empty now, devoid of the framed photo of the two of them. And Louis knows that he has no right to feel hurt, but somehow, this only confirms what this really is.

“This is the last time,” he cries, his voice breaking both from pleasure and pain.

“I know, baby,” Harry breathes, burying his face in Louis neck.

Pleasure Over Matter by summerwine / @smrwine | Explicit | 15204 words

Harry is a bit out of his element, and an unsuspecting stranger provides him temporary relief.

Everywhere And Nowhere by 2tiedships2 / @2tiedships2 | Mature | 16547 words

Niall took a seat and said, “Apparently Louis’ downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food.”

“What has he given you?” Liam asked.

Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. “There was a rabbit’s foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can’t prove it’s from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though.”

“Wow,” Liam said, looking deep in thought. “That’s old school.”

“What’s old school?” Niall asked. “Giving creepy gifts?”

“I’ve never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he’s courting you.”

Louis couldn’t contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. “He’s courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they’d do in the 1800s or something?”

Tonight's Not Over (Come Over And Stay) by louistomlinsons / @microlouis | Explicit | 16690 words

Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?” Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password. “No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?” “Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis. “Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?”

I Been Feeling High When I Touch Your Body by notasawrap / @notasawrap | Not Rated | 16946 words

Harry is a boxer, Louis is an architect and Liam is the worst cupid that could ever exist.

The Post-War BP by jaerie / @jaerie | Explicit | 17732 words

The eight year war has left the country’s birthrate severely stunted with a lack of virile alphas left to bring it back up. To ensure the survival of the country, the government opens The Breeding Program where young omegas can apply to carry an alpha’s child in exchange for benefits. Louis’ family is struggling and the BP is one of the only ways to secure a roof over their heads. Harry was drafted at the age of eighteen and spent six years of his life defending a country he doesn’t recognize when he returns home. The government made the bed but it’s Harry that has to lie in it.

Be Mine, Dear by louisgrindsonharry | Not Rated | 20104 words

It really wasn’t fair. He was the oldest of all of them. He’s the one who dreamed about being bonded his whole life, while Liam laughed at the idea, until he met Sophia. Niall had always been indifferent, but when he met Heather six months ago, everything changed for him. He quickly went from being the only omega around two alpha’s, to the odd omega out. And it really wasn’t fair, because Liam and Niall both still protected him just as much as the did before, just as much they do their new mates now, but he was still bitter about it, so he’d pity himself as much as he wanted.

Deflower Me by thelesserneptune / @quelquesetoiles | Explicit | 20154 words

Everyone is 19 and horny, and Louis just really wants to get fucked by Harry.

Going My Way by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom | Explicit | 20261 words

"Hey Harry. Really sorry to do this to you but an emergency has come up with Vera’s mum and we’ve had to jump a flight home. My mate Louis is going to take over my LYFT clients while I’m away. He’s got my car and my phone and everything else. Hope that’s okay. He’s a good guy and I think you two are going to get along brilliantly. Catch you soon, Benny."

Drunk in Love (Last Thing I Remember) by MrsStylinson / @lovehoperomance | Mature | 22102 words

The one where Louis wakes up, naked, in a stranger’s bed and has no idea how he got there. Maybe it’s foul play. Maybe it’s just the kindness of a handsome stranger amused by his drunken antics.

Etched in Salt (Is a Cathedral of the World) by HelloAmHere / @helloamhere | Explicit | 24416 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH. This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he’s stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone by 2tiedships2 / @2tiedships2 | Mature | 32354 words

The one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

Close to Nowhere by angelichl / @angelichl | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat by angelichl / @angelichl | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

If I Stay by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings | Mature | 37226 words

Harry and Louis agree to a temporary arrangement that Harry can't seem to walk away from no matter how many times he tries.

The Only North Star by Skyebyrd / @skyebyrd | Explicit | 39299 words

A story told in two parts.

Part one: Harry meets Louis at NYU and falls immediately and deeply in love, despite Louis’ overbearing boyfriend. Harry interns at the local Daily Bugle as part of the Superhero/Crime Liaison Unit and learns how to study and track superheroes and villains and the damage they inflict on the citizens of NYC. Harry does what he believes to be the right thing. Come the end of the school year, he uncovers more than what he cares to know.

Part two: Louis gets bitten, gets sick, and gets strange powers (which come with…strange responsibilities). He has to learn to control them while also helping NYC’s most famous superheroes to fight off NYC’s newest, baddest supervillain. He also has to figure out his slowly detangling relationship with Harry. He only has the summer to save the city, and Harry.

Latibule by thelesserneptune / @quelquesetoiles | Mature | 49946 words

A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

Dog Got Your Tongue? by seducedbycurls / @seduced-by-curls | Not Rated | 50914 words

Louis is a dog walker.

Waiting for the Tides to Meet by nauticalleeds / @nauticalleeds | Explicit | 59637 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate’s. It’s only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he’ll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis’ workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis’ heart.

I Just Wanna Get Back to Us by louiesunshine / @louiesunshine | Mature | 62131 words

Where Harry and Louis are divorced soulmates who are seeing each other for the first time in two years.

Swallow The Knife by whoknows / @crazyupsetter | Explicit | 76168 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

Consequences by allwaswell16 / @allwaswell16 | Explicit | 78566 words

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia AU.

Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) by MCSSymon / @mcssymon | Mature | 119264 words

Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.

Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by Toomanytears / @toomanydreamers | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

Inevitable by Etoilenoire | Mature | 185917 words

AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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Regressed (An Obey Me! Shall We Date Fic)

This prompt goes to @canonlucidia ‘s fic where Satan regresses into a child and Lucifer has to take care of him again. It’s the same thing, except the roles are switched. I left it at a cliffhanger cause I was so physically naseuous because I can’t imagine Lucifer as a child.

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Three pairs of blinding white wings and a pair of familiar red eyes stare cautiously back at him, and it’s only now that Satan realizes that he had actually never seen the eldest brother of them any younger, especially through photos, or at least he doesn’t remember it. That’s no surprise, considering that he is the youngest. What is surprising is seeing a miniature version of the eldest sitting right in front of him like this is some fucked up fever dream.

The said child, his fa—brother, is sitting in a pile of feathers and the coat that Lucifer always wore on his shoulders. A look of absolute confusion and weariness (and more carefully concealed fear than Satan has ever witnessed on Lucifer’s face) appearing on the eldest-turned-youngest is replaced with palpable silence, wings unfurling and twisting its way out of the coat and upwards, tense in a way that looked like the child was planning to either fight himself out of the room or a warning trying to keep the others away.

Which, knowing Lucifer, is probably both.

Satan doesn’t exactly know angel anatomy of social behaviors, but he’s probably sure that the existence of the 6 demons in front of this angel child stuck inside 4 walls is probably what triggers a horrible fight or flight response that kills them all. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s been attempted, but it’s not preferable.

To all shock, it’s actually Mammon who breaks the silence, crouching down near, but far enough that the child isn’t afraid to the point of attacking, but close enough to catch the child’s attention, close so that the child can’t see anything that can hurt him.

“Hey, Luci. Remember me?”

It’s uncharacteristically gentle compared to how boisterous the second oldest usually is, but apparently the others don’t notice or care to revel in it because they’re already raising their voices to squak.

“What are you doing scummy bastard—”

“You’re going to get us killed—”

“Ma...Mammoney..?”

Apparently, even as a child Lucifer has a way of using few words to render an entire room silent, because the moment the second eldest’s name was said out loud, the silence is so audible you would be able to hear a pin drop. Amazing use of power.

Mammon just gently smiles and extends his arms out.

“The one and only, brother dearest.”

The child—Lucifer—Baby Lucifer immediately holds his hand out, doe eyes wide and mesmerized by the sight of the now eldest brother. His hand meets Mammon’s own after brief hesitation, throwing himself at who he realized was his dearest sibling and digging his face into Mammon’s jacket. Mammon wraps his arms around him, picking him up slowly, just as a precaution to not scare the young fledgling, and slowly turn to move him around so that black haired child faced all of them.

(It’s easy to forget that Mammon is the second oldest, or that he knows how to handle children, because of his stupid money spending habits, childish mentality, and the way he only acts stupid. However looking at the scene now it’s easy to tell how much control Mammon has over the situation, and Satan and the brothers only now realize that Mammon probably saved them all.)

Lucifer’s eyes lock onto and examine all of the people in the room, starting his eyes at Beel, moving slowly over them, mouth and face perfectly neutral, and nobody would have been able to tell anything from his face if his eyes didn’t give it all away. The look of realization, confusion, acceptance and what looks like emotions in between for all of the brothers.

Until those eyes landed on Satan.

Instead of plain confusion (something he expected to see; the baby didn’t recognize Belphie and Beel) in those crimson red orbs, he was the only one who noticed the way the wings tensed up as fast as it disappeared. There was a look of weariness(?), confusion and a frown upon his face when Mammon and the others introduced Satan to the angel instead of letting him do it himself.

He wouldn’t have been able to do it himself. He was too angry to do it, and Mammon realized that.

Now, it would be stupid to get mad at such a simple thing. Any child would be curious, especially with someone you’ve never met before. And not every child would smile at, or be kind to a stranger, especially if that child is an angel in a room full of demons he can barely register as his brothers. Especially to a brother who he’s never met

Still, Satan can feel the pits of envy and rage fill him up. He doesn’t like how such carefully crafted self control could easily be challenged by a child’s frown. It doesn’t matter if it’s Lucifer of all people.

(It does matter, really. He’s been fighting under such analytical and cynical eye since he was growing up. He’s been fighting Lucifer and fighting for his independence as long as he could; the shadow he was casted under and the smile he was never given—)

He immediately looks back to the sight of the brothers cooing over the child, mainly Asmo, followed by Levi. Somehow the child isn’t afraid, but rather confused and startled by the sudden coddling, but still, his eyes remain locked on Satan’s figure, questioning eyes and if Satan didn’t know any better, it was suddenly filled with either determination or an accusation— and for what? he will not know. All he wants to do is to leave the room as quickly as he can while he still has the time to get away—

He can’t quite make it out of the room when he hears the announcement.

“Who’s going to take care of him?” That was Levi.

“Well, he’s our brother, we’re all gonna hafta take responsibility until he’s back to normal,” Somehow Mammon got smarter, and much, much more annoying.

“I know! Why don’t we ask Lucibear who he wants to spend time with!” Fuck you, Asmo.

“That works,” not you too, Belphie.

There is silence right after that remark, and in foresight it was Satan’s fault for not fleeing when he should have, and his fault for turning around.

He looks back to see a baby finger pointing at him.

[jaideite]

Hc of Older Bakugo with baby fever? Just a thought.

B-Baby fever 🥺 yes this will be done !!!

this turned out longer then what it was supposed to be but it’s worth it for the scene at the end hehehe

dead tho I’m so sorry at how long this is I really got into it I—

OLDER!BAKUGOU WITH BABY FEVER

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

— it was literally the classic “save a baby” situation

— he could hear the kid screaming but where was the damn thing

— you had already left the building so there was no way to ask for some backup so he just went in

— “bRING YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

— “tHERES A BABY—“

— eventually he finds it and

— uh oh

— its like a four month old baby

— he kind of just :/ because his gauntlet explosion thingies dont really allow him to hold things

— so he just kind of takes them off and leaves them, and picks up the baby and rushes out

— and just then the building explodes and you just see Ground Zero hurtling out the building and rolling on the ground

— he watches as one of his gauntlets flies out damaged and he just

— >:/

— but his main concern is the baby

— which he gently pulls the blanket off to reveal a soft face with pretty eyes staring him happily and tiny hands waving up at him

— he gives a soft smile and gently pokes its cheek and it giggles, gripping his gloved hand hand trying to put it into its mouth

— “Ah, ah, ah, no, that could get you sick.” He speaks softly, pulling his finger away and the baby just

— gummy smiles at him

— he smiles back like >:>

— the media is going nuts and they’re all smart enough to not speak and just take their damn pictures

— you kinda make your way over softly and your heart just clenches at the scene

— eventually he looks up at you from the ground and you crouch down to his level to see the baby too

— “hi baby!” You coo

— And this kid is just loving it man

— y’all are fine giving him the attention too because you’ve never really seen your husband interact with kids and he’s never seen you interact with them either

— it makes him wonder would you be good with his kids

— until you know he just spits on Katsuki

— you expect him to place the baby in your arms but he just sighs and grumbles about “damn stupid babies” and gets up

— the baby just sits on his chest and puts its fingers in its mouth and gurgles

— and your jusr gently take it from him

— “Awe you threw up? That’s okay, you’re probably a little sick, too. Why don’t we go see the good doctor and get you checked up?”

— he watches you in awe as you just work your mommy magic on the baby and walk away

— later on when you guys are home he just

— “You were really good with that baby.”

— you look over from whatever you’re doing on your side of the bed and smile “You too. It seems you have a knack for not making little kids cry.”

— “Hey it was one time!”

— “Katsuki that kid was twelve.”

— “Tch.”

— there’s more silence and then

— “Y’know it would be nice to have one.”

— “Hm?”

— “Litte you’s and me’s runnin’ around. . . heh. . .causing chaos.”

— you gotta pause for a second and look over to him from where he’s laying because are y’all serious having this conversation

— “Katsuki...” you start slowly “Do you...want a baby?”

— Theres silence on his end, and the sheets ruffle. “Yeah...Yeah I do...”

— You blink at him in surprise not because of the baby thing

— It’s because you honestly thought he was going to throw a big fit about denying it

— but here he is, staring you in the eye and saying he wants a baby

— and you just

— “Oh, okay.”

— he kind of just stares at you and you stare back

— and then he kinda whispers

— “Are you serious?”

— “Are you serious?” You retort back softly “This is a big decision, and if we make it we can’t back out on it, you know that right?”

— He takes a long pause and hums, nodding and turning around in the bed saying goodnight and just ending the conversation

— you just ‘Mmm’ and follow, heading to bed and wrapping your arm around him softly

— it’s brought up a few days later when the report of you two holding the little baby is brought on TV

— “You didn’t even get mad like I thought you would you just let it slide and moved on.”

— “Life’s too short to be angry over that.”

— “Hmm. And if your kid puked on you?”

— “Depends on how old they are. If they’re puking on me at 12 their ass is getting grounded.”

— “No butt whoopings?”

— “What the hell would that do? Take away their shit—more effective.”

— “Why no whoopings?”

— “You’ve met my mother, correct?”

— The topic isn’t brought up until it’s mentioned again amongst your classmates a couple weeks later

— “Who knew Bakugou was so good with babies?”

— “Can it, Round Face.”

— “Honestly, despite his shit personality, he’d be a good parent, not gonna lie.”

— “Ugh, stop talking would you?”

— and then he overhears you waking to the girls

— “When do you plan on having kids, y/n?”

— You guys kind of just freeze and you give out a little chuckle and fiddle with your clothes

— “We’ve, talked about it...but haven’t made a decision yet...besides we’re still young, we’ve got some time.”

— “Ain’t no time like the present!”

— “Shut the fuck up, Dunce Face.”

— When you guys get home and cuddle up in bed, you kind of just start talking out of no where

— “Y’know I saw a lady and her baby earlier this week. She was so cute, a little mischievous but still cute. Her mother was just so annoyed but she had a smile on her face. It was so cute.”

— he peeks an eye open and listens to you just talk about all the times you’ve come into contact with kids—some good, making him let out a small laugh, and some bad, making him cringe a little until finally he asks

— “Y/N, do you want to have kids?”

— the room is silent until you speak again

— “Of course I want to have kids,” you speak softly, fiddling with his fingers. “But when I decided I wanted to be a hero...kids just kind of left the picture.”

— “...they could possibly come back into it.” He speaks softly and you stop, going still and closing your eyes

— “Do you really want kids?” You speak ever so softly. He kind of just closes his eyes and rests in the crook of your neck

— to you it seems like the whole world seemed to just stop

— and then

— “Yeah...yeah. I want kids too.”

B O N U S:

— so like after about eight, nine months almost a year of talking about wanting to have kids y’all start trying

— and you’re annoyed because oH mY gOd y/N jUsT gEt pReGnAnT —

— so it’s been like six months since you guys started trying and then one morning just about a few weeks before his birthday

— he makes you your morning tea you catch a wiff of it like you usually do

— and then all of a sudden he’s yelling at you for shoving the cup in his hands that tea was hot and you’re clutching the bathroom door and throwing up on the floor

— you’re pissed cause you didn’t make it and now you’re sick so you can’t go into work

— you just ‘huuuugh’ and move to the toilet as you hear your husband make a comment and move to clean it up

— eventually you feel his fingers combing your hair as you throw up your dinner which you’re pissed cause he made a good ass dinner last night

— “Did you get fucking food poisoning or something?”

— you just reply with a caveman like grunt and he snorts

— “Come on. I’ve got to get ready for work so let me get you fucking situated.”

— so while he’s out you make your way up to get some medicine and schedule a doctors appointment

— and so a couple days goes by and at this point you’re just puking left and right

— now you’ve got a bucket next to you full of puke every five minutes and you just feel ewk

— “I remeber why I married you.”

— “Katsuki if you don’t shut your mouth—“

— eventually your trudge into the doctors office and you get a shock

— “Your pregnant, Mrs. Bakugou. Congratulations.”

— “Oh. Oh okay.”

— It finally hit you in the car and you just

— “OH MY FUCKING GOD IM PREGNANT—“

— you can’t wait to tell Katsuki but then you remember watching those videos

— and as your walking into the house you realize his birthday is in a two weeks

— so you could give it to him as a birthday surprise

— so immediately you start looking for cute ideas to do

— none of them seem to work until one popped up and you just ‘yes’

— so you’re calling all his friends his family and telling them to just all come and help plan this thing (you don’t tell them your pregnant you want that to be a surprise)

— you are so excited and can barely keep yourself from telling him

— he suspects something is up but your a woman he could have hurt your feelings and not told him wow that sounded sexist dont attack me pls

— he’s learned not to dwell too much when you say “nothing it’s fine”

— but anyways the big day comes up and you guys are in a panic because

— the balloons needed to be blown up

— the streamers aren’t staying up

— the cake hasn’t arrived yet

— everything is just a mess

— you just stare at the mess of your apartment in annoyance and anger and frustration and then you just let it all out

— and everyone’s kind of just shocked because your a tough girl you don’t usually cry

— but now your just curled into a ball and you sound like a four year old

— your crying gets only worse when the keys jiggle and in comes your husband

— he kinda just takes in the mess behind him and then realizes someone is crying so he just looks around and sees it’s you

— hes immediately concerned and crouches down to you and you just cry harder

— “What the hell happened?”

— “This! This—all of this! Today just went so wrong!”

— “Hey, we can still fix this shit up—“

— “No, no we can’t! This was supposed to be special we had all your presents and we were supposed to have a cake and we were supposed to say surprise when you came in—“

— “Surprise...” Someone mumbles and you just start sniffing and curl into him

— “It wasn’t supposed to go like this I was going to surprise you and tell you I’m pregnant but everything just turned out so—uuughh.”

— by now your just red faced and tear streaked and a sobbing mess

— but his hearing kinda stopped after you said pregnant

— You, y/n are pregnant

— “Y-Your...w-what—“

— you look up to meet his eyes “I was going to surprise you and tell you that I’m pregnant but now it’s out there so,” you just wave your hands around “yeah. I’m fucking pregnant. Happy 24th Birthday.”

— he just stares and so does everyone else lmfao and you just pull your knees to your chest and hide your face

— it’s silent for a while and you hear shuffling and a door open and look up

— it’s just you and him now

— “H-How long—“

— “Two months, but I found out a few weeks ago. It was supposed to be a surprise—“

— “Hey hey hey,” he starts trying to calm you down. He takes your face into his sweaty hands and kisses you “it’s...it’s fine...it’s alright...this is a better birthday gift anyways.”

— you sniff “I wanted to surprise you.”

— “Our kid is a big enough fucking birthday gift anyways.”

— you choke on a laugh and hug him, mumbling a soft “I love you.”

— he wraps his arms around you too and whispers a soft “I love you too...”

— “...and I love our baby as well.”

[anthropwashere]

deadfic: welcome the unknown

Another one for @goodintentionswipfest, and the oldest of the lot I’ll be posting by a significant margin! As in written in 2009 old. You’ve been warned.

Gonna put the whole fic under a readmore because JTHM fics have one setting and that’s Upsetting, so have some naval gazing from me first.

2009 was uhhhhh, some kind of year for me. It was the year I graduated high school, and the year I was a little bit homeless, and the year I wished I was a little bit homeless for longer so I could have avoided some bananas shit, and the year I spent waiting on tenterhooks mid-recession before I could run from a ehhh home life off to the military.

18 year old anthrop was working through some shit while writing this thing, is what I'm saying.

This was intended as a prequel to a fic I was working on in high school, while also being kind of a stand alone fic? If you've been with me since my JTHM days (wow) you'll recognize what it might have been for, but otherwise don't worry about it. This is a bit all over the place but there are still a lot of pieces I'm fond of and honestly, it's nice to see where I was as a writer and how far I've come in comparison? Too many of us fandom writers destroy huge swaths of our work out of this terribly sad and unnecessary shame for liking "cringy" things, and to this day I regret doing the same to virtually all the things I wrote for my first few fandoms. Cheesy and heavy-handed as this fic is, it's nice to have around still, you know? I cared about this fic. Working on it kept me sane during an extremely shitty summer. I dearly wish I still had the first draft, which I remember writing in different colored markers on folded sheets of computer paper hunched up in any random little corner I could get some time alone. Alas, like 98% of the rest of my things pre-military, it's gone for good.

Title comes from Robbers on High Street's "The Fatalist," which sure was a song I had on repeat a lot back in 2009.

=

Everywhere is dirty. Filth and stink and dead particles on everything he touches. He'd fallen asleep, and somebody had broken into his house and poured the offal of a thousand trash cans onto everything and smeared it in deep. 

Asshole. 

Really though, they are all assholes. Shit-smeared animals groping around on all fours, blind and deaf and desensitized to whatever little good was left in the world around them. 

They make so much noise. All they do is scream, and whenever someone manages to gasp out a non sequitur the whole world applauds, casting them into the history books for the next generation to draw penises upon their photographs. It is all a matter of course.

It can't just be him that sees this. One look outside is enough to prove his point. Why else would he board up all the windows? To keep the assholes from looking in, of course.

The assholes are everywhere these days, screaming and fucking. Fucking. They're good at that too. Reproduction. Bucking hips and nails across skin and incredible, terrible intimacy, the exchanging of fluids. Disease of the flesh, fever of the mind. A new generation born in every positive pregnancy test, a new generation dead in every street corner abortion clinic. Babies. Disgusting, germ-ridden things. Oh God, don't let it touch him with its fat little hands shiny with saliva and the green ooze that won't cease dripping from the holes in its face. He doesn't know what'll happen, what he'll do if this thing gets too close, but he has ideas, and none of them are pleasant.

He always has ideas.

He blinks, and the baby and the stinking slut mother cooing at it with too-red lips and salon-styled hair and the bus and the roaring all vanish. He stumbles and knocks an elbow against the dresser.

The smell in here is somehow worse now. Like old vomit in high summer. Is it vomit? Is it his vomit?

He decides it's better not to now, at least not now. He feels a strange mood coming. High tide comes to drown the starfish, already dried by the sun. Perhaps it is a mood he needs, but then again, perhaps it comes too late.

Something cracks, and the edges go soft and drip in a puddle of wax.

He burns his fingers by candlelight.

=

"Johnny?"

"Bunny?"

His throat burns. It hurts to breathe.

"Oh thank God, you can hear me again. You're back."

"What—" He breaks off, coughing. Blood in his mouth, on his teeth. He licks them clean and swallows. "What are you talking about?"

Bunny sounds small and tired in his ears—

Mind?

—and there was fear, Johnny can hear it licking at the corners of Bunny's— 

His?

—voice, but it has faded with time. Johnny suspects he has been asleep for a very long time.

 "I've been trying to reach you for… God, I don't even know how long." Bunny trails off.

He looks around, his eyes struggling to see in the pre-dawn light trickling in through a dozen half-circle windows on the floor above wherever he is. More by the smell than anything, he realizes he is surrounded by blood and bodies. A part of him knows he shouldn't be comforted by this, shouldn't find this scene familiar.

And yet.

"I was scared, Nny."

He hiccups, chokes, and spits out three bullets.

=

The mirror is laughing at him.

He sneers at it. Squints as two left hands do two different things, almost identical but the blur is still visible, still there.

He was wrong, he knows that now. There isn't just one person, one world, one reality on the other side of the mirror. There are dozens, maybe hundreds. Maybe thousands. Not all at once, of course, but there seems to be another pair of eyes staring back, another mouth talking at everyone and no one, each time he looks hard enough, long enough. The edges blur, fingers drag in slow-motion arcs, teeth where teeth shouldn't be, a hundred shades of skin and hair and eyes.

He can't remember the last time he showered.

=

“You look like shit, Nny,” observes the Burger Boy.

“Yes.”

“You really should do something about it.”

“Yes.”

He drives the pen through the paper and carves something into the wood that later he won't understand.

=

Greasy. He is so greasy. The others in the mirror bow out of the way to let him see the unwashed, true reflection of himself. He makes a face, drags his cheeks down to his jaw and waggles his tongue, and the reflection follows accordingly. No blur. 

Yep, that’s him all over.

Devi screams, her face set in a terrified, furious, how-could-you-you-shithead expression, and smashes his face against the mirror. His nose breaks on impact, glass stabs, digs, and catches, and drags down his cheeks and forehead. Blood everywhere, his blood. A tooth goes flying as his chin hits the dressing table’s pitted surface with a crack that sickens him even as the edges of his sight turn black, and the pain is more than noise can express. Blood on Devi’s knuckles. Fingers ripping out his hair.

No.

Everything pauses, then it all reverses in an instant, and he is left standing before a dirty mirror with too many faces looking back.

That already happened— a long long long long time ago

—and he is better now. Devi is better now too. He hasn’t talked to her in awhile but she is around, she is there, and everything is okay now. There is some blood dried into the floorboards still—was that were the stink is coming from?—but his scars have faded. He has forgiven, and he thought he had forgotten.

He’d gotten a new mirror and everything.

=

“Hi Nny.”

“Evening.”

Squee leans back on his heels before the underbelly of a machine Johnny has no understanding of and glares. With his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, smears of engine grease on his hands, sweat on his face, and looking like a mix of engineer, mad scientist, and responsible adult, Johnny has no idea how to treat the boy-now-man-next-door.

"How've you been? Whatcha been up to these days?"

There is something unspoken, something furious and accusing underneath the easy drawl of the questions. He can't imagine what Squee could be angry with him about. He is at a loss, also, at how to respond to the heavy questions thrown at him so casually. He struggles under their weight, unable to answer, unable to keep quiet, unable to lie.

Squee chuckles as he stands in one smooth motion centered on his knees and cleans his glasses with a rag from his pocket. "It's okay, shit, calm down. Not like I got a gun to your head or anything."

For some reason, he feels himself flinch. Squee's eyebrows knit and relax in an instant.

"Let's see," Squee muses. "You look like you, I'm pretty sure your car still works, and I'm currently over at Pepito's for some headfuck or another. Okay, I think I know what year this is. Awesome." He puts his glasses on and shares a smile that could cut glass.

"What are you talking about?"

Squee looks surprised, but after a moment laughs a quiet little laugh. "That's right, I forgot. This is the year you do your weird losing-time thing, yeah? Haha, you freaked me out even more all summer. I think I slept on the roof more than I did my own room. Oh God, this is even better!" He laughs again, louder, and claps a hand on the shoulder of the strange machine.

He can't think of any kind of response to this before Squee speaks again. "Fuck, Johnny, you really think seeing me at nine one day and twenty-three the next is normal?"

He thought about it. "Noooot really. No."

"That is exactly—what—How did you even recognize me?" He gestures at himself, and his eyebrows do something halfway between emulating surprise and gut-busting dislike.

"Who else could you be?"

This time his laugh is loud and body shaking, and he thumps the machine as if Johnny has said something incredibly witty. "Wow, okay, if that logic works for you it works for me, you crazy fuck."

He did not just hear that. "What did you call me?"

Squee smiles again, but his eyes remain cold and flinty and full of hate towards something—Johnny suspects—he has done in the future. Goddamnit, future self, way to ruin a good thing. But his hands still clench, his joints lock. How dare Squee? How could he?

But the boy-now-man-next-door acts as if nothing has changed. "So I can't remember how your art or lack thereof is working out in this little slice of time. You paintin' with any other color 'sides red?"

Why was Squee acting like this? "Of course I am."

He isn't.

Squee scratches his neck, scratches at scabs over long, thin lacerations in finger-shaped bruises, and Johnny wonders if what he's feeling now is how the man felt when he had still been a boy, and the scary neighbor man once crawled through the window to tell him a bedtime story. 

"You know, somehow I doubt that."

=

His fingers itch for activity. He hasn't left the house in days, maybe weeks. Does it matter?

He licks his lips and swallows, fighting down familiar urges. He can beat this.

=

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"Oh god oh god oh god why are you doing this—"

"Excuse me, I asked you a question."

Gently touch the controls, tack the pressure on, oh, just a little more. Just enough to make them scream.

=

The back of his head itches, and when he scratches his fingers come away red. No pain, just blood. So it isn't his then. But he can't remember killing anyone.

He looks away from his hand and out the window, at the outside world creeping in through the cracks between the boards. Outside there is no sun, no moon, no stars, no anything. His breath hitches.

It's raining.

He exhales.

The door is open though he doesn't remember leaving it so, so he takes the hint and walks outside. He inhales, tasting the hot summer smell of wet concrete and the cloying reek of decomposing bodies in his front yard. The million million light bulbs of the city throw their energy skyward, and the roiling clouds eat the light whole. A weird, orange glow from above casts the city into an otherworldly scene, and, feeling a little silly, he wonders if tonight might be the beginning of the apocalypse, and the idea doesn't sound half bad.

In the driveway, the concrete is slick with oil. He stands there a while, letting the rain wash the human grease out of his hair. It takes him just as long to realize his car is missing.

"That's funny," he says aloud, wiping the rainwater out of his eyes. "I don't remember teleporting home. Unless—was it Tuesday yesterday? I don't think it was, but—"

There is a soft, scared inhale of breath, a backwards scream. He turns, and there on the sidewalk is a gray woman in a bathrobe, faded coffee stains and food crusts all down her front. She is pointing at him, her face wide, frozen in a rictus grin of fear.

"What?" he asks, reality crashing into place with a shatter of glass ripping through his ears.

Her mouth moves, but the sounds that come out are backwards and insulting, and her eyes are fish eyes, wide and lidless and staring.

"What?" he asks again, sharply, his voice ugly and tasting of ashes.

"M-mon—" the woman wheezes.

Her throat is in his hands, and he doesn't recall moving from his empty driveway.

"What are you staring at? What do you want?!" he screams.

She gags and gurgles, her tubes for eating breathing talking standing bleeding; all of it collapsing under his fingers—

which hadn't been so thin a few weeks ago

—and the grin on his face is a mile wide. 

"Monster!" she whimpers as something cracks in her neck.

Monster? His hands loosen, cradle her jaw, as his mind tries to grapple with this. Why… Why would anyone call him that?

The pounding of feet, and someone wrenches the woman out of his grasp. "Jesus jump-roping Christ, Johnny!"

Dazed, he stares at the newcomer as if he's looking at everything through the wrong end of a telescope. The reek and the roaring of the public transit system returns with a bang of pneumatic doors, and Squee's mouth moves in angry shapes but the slut-mother's cooing comes out instead.

=

"You gonna pay or get off my bus?"

He looks at the bus driver, at the thick rolls of fat ballooning out underneath his sweaty, undersized uniform, a sneer pulling back the heavy flesh around pearly white teeth. He imagines jamming the steering wheel through the man's dislocated jaw and feels slightly better.

It's safe to imagine such atrocities. Imagine, but nothing more. He has to remember that.

"Hey kid! I'm talkin' to you!"

"Sorry," he manages through grinding teeth and a throat hot and restricted with anger. He deposits the required fare into the automated tray and darts across the yellow line before he can act upon his ideas.

He always has ideas.

He stumbles into an open seat as the bus jerks forward with a belch of black exhaust he can't see but can taste, heavy and gritty on his tongue. On his right, a plastic mommy bounces her little dolly on her knees. They are dressed in matching summer dresses. Disgusting.

How long has it been summer anyway?

He glances at the pair again and thumbs the volume on his CD player a little higher, fighting to keep his face neutral. He has never been fond of parents who treat their offspring like objects rather than the people they are going to be.

Something tugs on his sleeve and he recoils, crashing into the metal bars on his left. It takes everything he has not to retaliate against the foreign touch. His headphones are knocked askew by the impact, and Mozart's power vanishes, becomes tiny vibrations around his neck.

The baby, the child, the dull-eyed little girl has the ragged end of his sleeve in its shining, soaking wet hand. Through the fabric, he can feel its dampness, its heat. It babbles at him incoherently, green ooze dripping from its squashed little nose into the gaping, grinning mouth below.

"Oh, she likes you!" The mother cries, swooping in for the kill. Her smell washes over him—of heady perfume, hairspray, hysteria. He can see the makeup creases, the scars of plastic surgery, the shadow of a bruise on her shoulder half-hidden by her yellow sleeve. His mind jumps to all sorts of conclusions, and each one of them sickens him more than the last.

"Uh," he manages.

His hands twitch.

=

He is sick of this life again. All the old signs are there, everything points to one fact, but he can't bear going down that path, not yet. Later, later.

"'Later,' he says!" Crows the delighted Burger Boy. "Yes, perhaps when the scabs from the old shackles grow over the new he'll get off his scrawny ass and attempt to do something about all this!"

"Fuck you."

The Burger Boy looks at him imploringly, its meaty little hands clasped, its fangs retracted, the perfect image of a concerned friend in hideous checkered overalls. "In all seriousness, Johnny-boy, this is not something you can put off any longer. You must act now, or not at all."

"Go die in a hole."

"We both remember how effective that was the last time you tried that. Now, please—"

"Don't make me get the sledgehammer."

At least it had the decency to flinch at that, the little fuck.

The Burger Boy sighs, obviously frustrated. "I don't understand why you find it necessary to fight me so, Nny."

"Maybe it's because, oh, I don't know, you're trying to enslave me to my own kidneys?" He bites on the straw of his cherry Freezy hard enough to tear it. The plastic tastes like artificial fruit and latex gloves. "And don't call me Nny."

The Burger rolled its eyes, which shouldn't have been possible because it was pretending it was still ceramic. "So I'm no longer allowed that special little privilege, am I? Only the ghost of your dead, levitating bunny rabbit is?"

"Leave Nailbunny out of this."

"And those pathetic Doughboys as well? The very ones that conspired against you to 'serve their master', who, in case you've since forgotten, was the very creature you were charged with imprisoning behind a wall of blood and plaster?"

"That was D-Boy. Eff just wanted freedom. And really, can I blame him?" He bites the straw in half and spits it into the bathroom sink. In the mirror, his reflections mimic him, ten thousand mouths a-grinning.

"You're missing the point, though I'm hardly surprised."

A thought strikes him, and it's out of his mouth before he can think twice about it. "You know, if they ever started talking again, I think I'd still let them call me Nny. Sure, they were both exploiting my ever-increasing insanity and all that, but they were mine in the beginning. Unlike you."

It ignored the jab. "If they ever start talking again, it will be far too late."

=

There wasn't any soap in the bathroom.

=

"What the hell were you thinking?"

He blinks. "What?"

"Give me one goddamn reason, one very good goddamn reason you had for strangling my mother, or so fucking help me Johnny—!"

Squee is definitely reminding him of himself now. Great. Fantastic. Fuck.

"Um."

=

The Burger Boy scowls, its face transmogrifying into the fanged, drooling thing it really is. "You remember how terrible it was to toil under the merciless whip of the System! I know you do because I am a part of you, though you refuse to believe as such! And though you hate what I have to offer, you must realize that I am far more preferable as I am now than what I could become unless you tear free of the System's grip now!"

"I AM FREE!"

With a snap of ceramic he breaks it's right arm off, and the two of them scream in pain and hate, in the same voice, in one voice.

"I." He jabs at his chest with the arm, feeling it squirm under his fingers.

"Am." He drops it to the bloodstained linoleum.

"Free." He grinds the arm to dust under the heel of his boot. His reflections are too blurred, too scattered, to see how many follow suit.

Gripping the hole where a limb had been seconds ago, its ugly face twisted further by agony, the Burger Boy pants, "There is no such thing as freedom! No!" It screams, harsh and violent, as he opens his mouth to retort, "Listen to me. Hear me out. Please."

A heartbeat passes. Five. He closes his eyes, suddenly exhausted, and nods. The figurine sighs and leans against the faucet, settling its insect eyes on the spilled Freezy in the tub.

"Let's get one thing straight. I don't want you thinking that the puppet masters are singling you out for sport. God knows you aren't anything special. Everyone is a slave to one thing or another." It pauses to laugh bleakly. "Perhaps even those who fancy themselves the masters of this game of Monopoly must bow their neck to the chopping block one day. Who am I to know? I am but a series of chemical reactions created in the misfiring neurons of a sick man's brain. But never mind that. What I'm trying to say here is that there has been no other way. Ever. There has been no freedom, no choice. It is all preordained. This is the way of all things."

Every part of him rebels against this. No free will? Impossible. His life is his own, now more than ever. Yes, he had been a slave, once. But that had just been the luck of the draw, an accident, like winning the lottery or getting hit by a truck. It was… unpredictable, impossible to preordain. Heat in his chest, his jaw tight and creaking. "They told me—" He begins, his voice ready to rise into a shriek.

"It was only temporary. Even stone must crumble, Johnny."

His legs turn to jelly at a terrible, terrifying thought. He grips the sink, licks his lips and tastes salt and cherries and fear. In a soft, weak voice he barely recognizes as his own he finally asks, "Are they going to make me a flusher again?"

"They already have."

=

"Mom, can you make it back to the house on your own?" As he speaks, Squee performs a quick once-over on the gasping woman clinging like a burr to his chest. His face betrays him, showing the extent of the damage done even as he keeps his voice upbeat, a stream of happy reassurances pouring out with the rain even as his eyes confirm a far more dire prognosis. "Johnny and I need to, um, talk."

"Who—" Her voice fractures in her collapsed throat, and she chokes and dry heaves until her face is purple with strain. 

Squee holds her until she calms. "Johnny's our neighbor, Mom. We've lived next to him since—for as long as I can remember."

"O-oh. He looks ni-ice. I-is he a friend o-of yours?"

Squee makes a face remarkably comparable to the one a particularly vehement guest made once after Johnny had made him swallow a pound of nails. "Just—go inside, Mom. Go see if Dad's awake, okay? See if he'll call 911 for you."

"Okay sweetie." Her voice is wet and crackling, like stiff paper going soft beneath a steady drip of water. He recognizes the sound, and suspects now that he may have squeezed too hard. But she had insulted him, hadn't she? Called him a fucking monster. How could he let that go without proper retaliation?

"And tell Dad I'll be in in a min—oh festering whore tits, your eyes are bleeding."

"Don't swear, honey." 

"Sorry. Johnny?"

He can't help but flinch. "Yes?"

Squee swallows, looking almost frightened before setting his jaw and glaring hard at him. "You are going to go in your house, sit your ass down on your couch, and you are going to stay the fu—stay there until I can get Dad to give me the keys so I can get Mom to the ER. See, betcha I gotta do it 'cause Dad is an incompetent, loveless douche with a heart of coal. But I'm gonna do it fast, 'cause you and I? We need to talk."

"I—" 

Squee got him off with a sharp gesture. "Uh-uh. Not today. Not gonna play that game. Get in your house."

He got in his house.

=

"Slavery is inherent in all things, Johnny. It is only a question of to what. Once before you were selected to be a Flusher—"

"And I failed. Miserably, I might add."

The Burger Boy shook its head firmly. "You excelled."

"Clearly we're remembering my experiences in the After Life differently."

"Clearly you forget what kind of monster was imprisoned behind that wall."

"I never saw it. I died before I had the chance."

"It doesn't matter whether you saw it or not! What you had to do to keep it locked up should tell you more than enough."

"I—"

"I think somebody with a say in things liked what you were doing down here. Otherwise, why else tether you to this particular yoke a second time? If your memories of what Satan said to you are correct, you are practically the very antithesis of Flusher material!" It hobbles towards him, it's ungainly waddle exacerbated by its missing arm. Drool spills freely from between jutting fangs that cut at its lips with every overeager exclamation. "Take a good look at me, boy. The very moment the System slapped the manacles back on your wrists it began to take me as well. These changes are the result of your inaction."

His reflections smile bitterly. "You claim to be mine one minute and admit you're not the next. One or the other; it can't be both."

It stares at him with a steady, curious expression. "Can't it? The System is trying to take me from you. That is one truth. Another is that I am fighting it as best I can. Just as your Doughboys did, not so long ago."

He sneers and says nothing.

"I am resisting," the Burger Boy continues, "but I cannot win. The changes done to this form you've assigned me are the result of every foot of ground lost. You must see how much faster the transformation is in me compared to the Doughboys! You must understand that you are no longer a mere Flusher! For the Wall Monster remembers how effective it was to use your own madness against you, and now an eye is upon you, Johnny! The merciless, unflinching eye of the System in its entirety, and the System is more powerful than either of us can possibly comprehend."

He locks his fingers around the lip of the sink to keep from shaking. Slowly, the words trickle out of his mouth, pooling in a pile of warm paranoia in the drain. "Everything you say only goes to prove how much they have already conquered you, taken you from me and twisted you into some… thing. Some monster braying about hope even as it settles its jaws around my neck." 

He drops his gaze from the figurine, from the mirror, afraid of the triumph he knows he will find there. "I can't trust you."

The Burger Boy positively beams. "Now you're catching on."

=

"Nailbunny, what should I do?"

resist

"Who? Who do I fight? Him? The System?"

resist

"Whether I like it or not, he's my only source of information. Even if he's manipulating me, he at least has the decency to forewarn me, unlike his predecessors. If push comes to shove, I think I could beat him. But what—what if he's telling the truth? What if he can help me?"

resist

resist

"Nailbunny?"

resist

resist

resist

resist

resist

re—

=

"Please! Oh god, this hurts so much! Stop!"

"Shut up. The machine's barely even warmed up."

The sobbing blob tied to one of many torture devices he keeps humming at the ready cringes as his hand floats above the dial. He allows himself a brief smile.

"W-what do you want? Jesus Christ, I just m-met you! What did I even do?!"

He opens his mouth, a speech rife with injustice suffered under the merciless hands of a society dead from the neck up on the tip of his tongue, only to find himself unable to remember who this woman is and why he has her strapped into the Needler.

He laughs, and turns the dial up anyway.

=

—sist

=

The baby, the child, the dull-eyed little girl releases its iron grip on his sleeve and forgets him instantly, yet the mother perseveres, eager to speak with another human being. It seems he has no choice but to participate in a conversation with this woman until his stop, as every other seat is taken. And besides, it would be rude to just stand up and walk away.

You could kill her.

He frowns and ignores the voice, but nevertheless finds it unsettling. Meat's all for living and talking and eating and fucking and being an actual human, not murder. This is very out of character. Still pondering over it, he glances at the woman and finds her staring at him, expecting something from him.

"What?" he asks, itching to put his headphones on again. He really likes the piece vibrating against his collarbone. 

"Where did you buy your shirt?" the woman asks, as if she's repeating herself. She probably is.

He peels his eyes away from her surgically swollen lips long enough to glance down at himself. Black and gray, with an obnoxious splash of color amid the stripes that makes his head hurt. He doesn't recognize it.

"I, uh, don't remember," he says.

"Oh, that's too bad! My little brother loves that show."

He nods mutely, allowing his thumb to play with the volume of his CD player. The woman keeps talking, and Carl Orff rages at fate in a whispered rise and fall of Latin and violins.

The girl touches his hand again, and he accepts without protest that he will kill these two in their matching summer dresses with an eager blare of trumpets.

=

"Slavery to a broken machine or slavery to life and all its pains and pleasures." Meat touches his arm with its remaining hand. Through his sleeve, he can feel its dampness, its heat. "Decision time is now or never, Nny."

He laughs. "I am a broken machine."

=

Sometimes other people appear in the mirrors. Just brief flashes, overlapping the current other-self dominating the rest, and he knows it's foolish, but he can't help but wonder.

What is it like to have friends?

=

"—and it's being called the worst crime in the tri-county area since the café massacre two years ago. With twenty-seven dead at the scene and another twelve in critical condition, we here at the Channel 4 News Network can't help but agree. What do you think of it, Jeff?"

"It's a real atrocity, Nadine. The man who did this must be a real psycho, a total monster."

"Oh yes. And speaking of the killer, a woman—who has asked to remain anonymous—has stepped forward, claiming to have been at the club when the murders were committed. She also claims to be the one who halted the massacre by shooting the killer three times, despite having already been wounded."

"It is true a thus-far unidentified blood sample was recovered from the scene, as well as the bullets matching the woman's gun, but nothing conclusive has been determined yet. However, the woman has agreed to meet with a sketch artist once she's recovered from the attack, and a drawing of the killer will be sent to all media coverages when available."

"In the meantime, if anyone has any information regarding the killer or his whereabouts, we would appreciate it if you would call the number at the bottom of the screen. Please, don't hesitate—"

The reporter's face freezes for an instant before exploding in a supernova of white noise. Jolted out of a daydream, he instinctively reaches for the remote to mute the atrocious sound, but pauses before letting his hand fall. 

The sound is… oddly pleasant.

He leaves it on for three days.

=

He decides to call it Reverend Meat. It just… seems to fit.

=

He pauses at the couch only briefly, wondering what happened outside and what kind of reaction he should be having, but his legs give out and once he hits the floor it doesn't seem to matter anymore. Something skitters away, startled by the sound and vibrations of his body striking the wood. A minute passes or maybe five before it skitters back, probing his fingers with inquisitive antennae. His nerves won't respond to the signals his brain sends, to flinch away or crush the insect before it has a chance to grow bolder. He panics briefly, fear and helplessness clawing their way through his chest cavity, but then, as if a switch is flipped inside him, he relaxes.

The insect, whatever it is, takes a cautious nibble at the calloused tip of his ring finger. There is a tiny flash of pain, but no instinctive recoil from the source of the hurt. He is truly unable to move, than. The insect continues to bite, finding the outer layers of his skin tasty enough to merit further excavation. A second insect, crawling out of some unseen hole beyond his limited vision, joins the first, and is quickly followed by a third, a fourth, a dozen, too many to differentiate by feel alone and before he knows it an entire colony of carnivorous insects are biting into him, eating his flesh, burrowing under his clothes, his skin, crawling in his mouth and into his soft, wet insides, and he can't do anything to stop it.

It hurts, God it hurts, and he thinks wildly to himself that if he manages to live through this he will never ever strap a jar of bugs between another guest's teeth, ever again, because this is beyond torture, beyond ironic justice, beyond what words can describe: it just fucking hurts.

But then they reach his spinal cord and, like a city-wide power outage, his pain receptors begin to shut down, and then it's only the sounds of thousands of tiny mouths chewing. Until the insects turn their attention to his face, at least, being eaten alive isn't quite as bad as movies would lead him to believe. It's certainly slower, for one thing, and it lacks the nerve-wracking horror soundtrack, but perhaps that's for the better. The sounds he does hear are far from pleasant: squishing and crunching and gnawing and if he still had a stomach it'd probably be heaving by this point. He can see nothing but the dusty edge of darkness beneath his couch, but it's easy to imagine how gruesome he must look.

He's seen the results of this kind of thing with his own eyes, after all.

By the time they reach his head, they have already chewed through something vital in his chest and nowhere can he feel anything, any ache any pain any sadness any anger any loneliness and God is that an improvement. Consciousness fades to a dull spark somewhere in his increasingly exposed ribcage, perhaps somewhere just behind his collarbone, and he is hollowed out as rapidly as a properly upgraded power tool can scoop the mush out of a pumpkin. He is home to a colony of army ants, or a vast nest of ravenous, newborn spiders. That buzzing he hears could be the many vibrating wings of mating flies, or the first comb of a beehive being constructed among his bones. Certainly this is some species of insect that won't hesitate to swarm over a piece of meat—however stringy—before it has a chance to defend itself. Maybe it's even a school of land-bound piranha. He can imagine all sorts of culprits and has little trouble believing in all of them.

He wonders if honey from a human hive would be any good, but immediately discards the idea, revolted. He's practically thinking cannibalism here! Or, rather, self-cannibalism. Can a person self-cannibalize when they no longer have a digestive system? He'll have to try that sometime.

He wonders.

"Johnny?"

He blinks with magically undevoured eyelids, and is whole.

=

Sometimes, if he focuses hard enough, long enough, on these days when others flicker by in the mirrors, sometimes these flickers steady, become memorable faces, re-memorable people. And if memory serves, most of these people are dead.

The implications leave him with aching knuckles.

=

"I am not a monster."

"You just keep telling yourself that. Hey, maybe if you wish hard enough it might even come true one day!" Meat cackles and kicks his toothbrush into the toilet bowl.

"I wasn't always like this. I haven't always lived here. I haven't always been alone."

"How can you be so sure?”

Frustrated. Does he really have to state the obvious?

"No one is born knowing how to speak or read or write, or how to drive a car, or how to use money. Inherent knowledge is limited in humans. I may no longer have the memories of being taught, but the result is still the same. I know how to mix paints because I probably took classes in high school. I know how to use a camera, order dinner at a restaurant, do my own laundry, because someone else was there to teach me. Fuck, someone hated me enough to give me you."

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who gave me to you?" Meat's smile tries to appear kind, yet it is condescending, as if it is speaking to a child. "It's a simple enough question, dear boy."

"I—you said it was a girl—that we—" He swears. "You know I don't remember."

"Who gave you an understanding of the English language? Where is the license that proves you once passed a test at the DMV?"

"I—"

"Can you prove that you did not simply read the directions in some art books, or on the camera's packaging, or in a Laundromat? Perhaps, on the same strange whim that made you steal some Styrofoam Pillsbury Doughboy figurines, you came across my body yourself?"

"You said—"

"I thought you didn't trust me."

His knuckles burn white.

"Well, Johnny?"

"You know I can't prove any of that."

Meat's eyes glitter with delight. "Then, dear Johnny, how can you be so sure?"

=

At the edge of a stage bright with colored lights, he curls his hands around a microphone and smiles. The audience—

so many eyes watching him, and yet he couldn't be more relaxed

—has hushed; yet their screams still ring in his ears. 

He is not alone on this stage.

He doesn't dare turn to see who is playing softly behind him, afraid it'll be people the mirrors have shown him that are alive in some other Johnny's life but dead dead dead in his. His heart pounds, and for once the ache in his throat feels good. This is all so wonderfully terrifying, sickeningly familiar. Has he dreamed this before?

He comes to a stop inches from the audience's reaching hands. Good God, he has them right in the palm of his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he breathes into the microphone, and every spark of life in this vast room is shining its light on him, and it is all so beautiful, so perfect, so alien. 

"What we have here is a moral conundrum."

=

"Bunny, I'm worried."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one. But really, there's so much to worry about. Please, elaborate for me."

"I haven't gone anywhere I might run the chance of killing someone in months. Just drive-thrus and that fully automated shopping center. Until recently, the only other people I've interacted with haven't bothered me or have been out of reach. It's only been these past couple weeks I've attempted anything more. Walking in parks, public transportation. You know."

"I know."

"What I can't figure out is how I ended up in that club at all."

The television is on, too low to be heard. In its pale blue glow, he carefully touches his chest, wincing when his fingers press against three tender circles: one on his sternum, another between his sixth and seventh ribs, and the last just beneath his ribcage. Tiny puckered scars ache in the center of each purple bruise.

"If I remember correctly, you recognized something who went inside and followed after."

"Why would—that doesn't sound like something I'd do."

"You stalked Devi for nearly a year."

He scowls. "Unnecessary, Bunny."

"Is it?"

He thumps his boots onto the coffee table and says nothing. Bunny presses on.

"It was a woman. Short hair, glasses, surprisingly compassionate to your… cause."

"Wait, do you mean that one woman with that shitty boyfriend I Tazered once? When I saw that movie—"

"Yes."

"Wow, really? I figured the Wall Monster got her after reality collapsed." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "What was her name? Did it start with a… a T?"

"Tess."

"Yeah!" He pauses. "She… recognized me first."

"Uh-huh."

"She practically ran into the building. They didn't even card her. She must have been a regular."

"Or she worked there."

"Or she worked there," he agrees. "That anyone could recognize me—" he trails off. A beat passes, and he continues on a different vein. "But what set me off? What caused me to break again, after I'd been doing so well?"

"That shouldn't be your chief concern, Johnny."

He looks at the disembodied rabbit head, little more than a skull now, and tiny and fragile-looking without it's maggot-riddled skin. "Oh?"

"You should be asking why you were sent back again."

=

Those other people in the mirror, those strangers, those friends, those dead bodies in motion, would sometimes pause beside his reflection. They smile, laugh; get mad and fight back and actually live; attack and be attacked; get scared and fight back and die. Some of it looks fun, some of it looks ridiculous. A lot of it scares him, more than he'd like to admit.

He wishes one of them would notice him.

His fingers touch glass.

[hyucksong]

nct 127 ; their s/o is clingy while sick

a/n : i decided to make this a reaction // scenario thingy and i’;; be doing all the 127 members !!! sorry if it’s not that you wanted !

reaction: s/o is clingy while sick, but they’re never touchy otherwise because they’re rather independent

taeyong;

taeyong does NOT except this

one day you’re dodging his cheek kiss,,,,

and the next your cuddling up next to him on the couch drinking hot tea for your sore throat

he’s not he type to tease you about it, because he simply just wants you to continue doing it

you BETCHA that he’s going to savor the moment, because it NEVER happens

he simply just smiles and wraps his arm around you, giggling when you snuggle into his chest even more

you end up falling asleep on him, and he just lets you lay there until the next morning, in his arms

he smiles when he sees your embarrassed face

jaehyun;

jaehyun strikes me as a lazy lover,,,like a soft and lazy cuddling lover

he knows you’re sick because he just heard you sneeze five times in a row and transition into a hacking fit

also by the way you’re slouching when you walk into the kitchen with your hair matted and intense eyebags under your eyes

but what he doesn’t expect is the back hug you give him

you two are new lovers so any skinship is rare and quick and shy

especially since you’re not touchy and kind of hate to be constricted

so when you wrap your arms around his figure when he’s making scrambled eggs, he chokes a little

he attempts to cover his ears because they’re going very red right now

but he relaxes a little when he hears you grumble into his back, and decides that he’;; tease you about it when you’re not snotting against his shirt

johnny;

a total tease

he’s the type to dodge your affection just to mock you because you always do it to him, as well as tease you about it

he’s talking with someone at the dorms, sitting at the table, casually scrolling through his phone and cracking jokes at mark 

when you show up sniffling

johnny turns around to ask if you’re okay but see’s the crinkled tissue in your hand and automatically knows

he just smirks and turns around, continuing to talk to mark and ignoring your pleas for his attention

and when you wrap your arms around his sitting figure he fakes complains 

“get off !! you’re sick y/n !”

and you just pout and turn around, going back to your room while johnny snickers and follows after you, to cuddle in the privacy of his room

taeil;

we all know that taeil is super touchy with people he loves and finds cute, like winwin and haechan

so you not being very affectionate drives him crazy sometimes and makes him a little sad

but that makes every little thing you do mean so much more, so it’s worth it

you’ve been sitting on the couch in your apartment all way, opposite to taeil because you don’t want to get him sick

and you’ve grown pretty tired of his whining to sit next to him and cuddle him like everyone else does with their s/o

so you decide to get up and go to the kitchen for something warm to eat or drink

but that’s also when you catch sight of taeil’s genuinely sad expression and his downcast eyes

so you think; eh who gives a flying fuck

and you bend down very quickly to kiss him, his mind barely having time to reaction to your lips against his

and he’s honestly still frozen as you grumble,

“don’t get mad at me if your catch me cold”

but he doesn’t really hear it over the sound of his beating heart

doyoung;

doyoung’s also not the touchiest person, though he’s still more so than you are

he’s also someone i see being very practical and logical, as well as being rather sassy

so even though he’d be craving your touch because you’ve been sick for a solid three days already

he finds it in himself to ignore you

but one night while your cold is especially bad, and you’re laid on the couch hacking and sneezing and shivering, his facade cracks a little

you take one look at him, and reach your hands out for a hug,,,,and he can’t refuse

your affection is rare and so it doyoung’s, you wanna cuddle when he doesn’t want to, and he wants to cuddle when you don’t want to

so you both wanting to cuddle is a very very very rare thing,,,,and he’s be a fool to pass it up,

even though you cough down his next as he lays on top of you, feeling like a comfortable weight on your chest

winwin;

it’s not that sicheng isn’t touchy, it’s that he’s very shy and relatively quiet, and doesn’t like being too constricted by bone-crushing hugs

so he doesn’t mind all too much that you don’t hover around him with love, he prefers it when it’s just the two of you

he feels kind of bad because you’re sick and walking around your shared apartment with a blanket wrapped around you in one of his over-sized hoodies

he wants to hug you, but doesn’t think you want to be touched and is honestly a little to shy to blatantly smother you

also he’s not up for getting sick 

he thinks you’ll sit next to him on the ouch at least, and watch some Chinese variety show with him,,,,but he doesn’t expect you to sit on his LAP

he feels his eyes bulge out of his sockets when you sit down on his, cuddling into his chest and wrapping the blanket even tighter around yourself,,,,

he manages to stutter out a response

“w-what are you doing???”

you just kind of give him a sad look “sorry i’m just really cold, i’ll get off you”

but when you try to leave he just wraps his arms around you and pulls you in even more 

“it’s fine -- i don’t want you to be cold or anything”

yuta;

yuta,,,,we aLL know he’s one touchy motherfucker

normally he HAS to just like kidnap you into his arms and hug you until you stop complaining and just give in to his love and affection

sometimes he wonders how he, a boa constrictor in human form, fell in love with you, a recluse

so it’s needless to say that you never initiate anything because well,,,,he just does it for you

but you’ve just come down with a pretty bad fever and yuta’s not home right now and.....you really just want someone to cuddle with because you feel horrible

and when the door unlocks to reveal and smiling yuta,,,,you think god is real

so you wait for him to come over and kiss you on the forehead, something you pretend to hate, and when he’s about to leave you catch his wrist

“where are you going?”

and he’s just like,,,,,oh???

he teases you, “oh, so now you want my cuddles?” expecting you to bite back,,,but you just nod really shyly and cover your face with your blanket

and he is sold

he just gets under you and lets you lay on him until you fall asleep, running his hands through your rats nest hair 

but that doesn’t bother him, he’s just happy you’re laying on top of him right now

mark;

mark is awkward and a pretty frantic person to me

he loves affection but always says he doesn’t because he doesn’t want to be made fun of

but whenever you two are alone, he tries to give you kisses and hugs,,,but not too often because normally you just awkwardly cringe

which hurts his eelings at first,,,and you just have to explain to him it’s because he’s your first boyfriends and no one has ever kissed or hugged you except your family

and he understands, so he tries to ease you into it

starting with simple cheek kisses to long hugs

but he find out pretty fast that you’re also just naturally....not touchy 

he’s fine with that, as long as you still love him

so one night after you throw up dinner into the toilet, he’s really concerned, he’s holding your hair away from your face and rubbing your back 

and after you’re done, you just quickly brush your teeth before you turn to him and hug him, burying your face into his neck

and he’s frozen like a statue, until he hears your crying and immediately hugs you back while whispering sweet nothings into your ear

though you kinda smell like barf, he still finds you enchanting as you part from him, wiping your eyes

and he leans in to kiss you, but you kiss him first, surprising him

in a good way, of course :) 

jungwoo;

jungwoo is a huge affectionate teddy bear and is also a HUGE tease,,,he does NOT let you live

you’re not affectionate? and? he is so you better be prepared for his hugs

he never pushes you too far though, h only kisses you when he thinks you wanna kiss but are too shy

and he nEVER EVER does anything more with you ifyou don’t consent

but come on

hugs?

you’re gonna deny his hugs???

:(

despite this, jungwoo knows not to expect much from you in the touch category

so when you just lay down on top of him in bed one night, and koala hug him,,,he’s a little lost for words

but still happy, nonetheless

he just plasters on a cute little smile as you squeeze him and complain about how you threw up twice today and your everything hurts and how much you hate the headache you have

and he just lays under you, stroking your hair and kissing your head every once in a while,,,,because he knows that once you’re sick you won’t be wanting as much love

so, he decides to give you all the love he can in the few minutes you’re clinging to him 

haechan;

he’s just as touchy as yuta and a bigger tease than johnny, as well as you better KNOW that he WILL make fun of you

“oh so now you want to cuddle with me? what happened when last night i tried to cuddle you and you ignored me? huh?”

“oh so NOW you want my attention? what about when i tried to get you attention last night but YOU --”

you get the point

and if you’re in public, or even with the boys andyou suddenly want attention, you can BET that he’s going to shout at the top of his lungs “oH so NOW--”

but,,,he’s not heartless

just a little mischievous

so your sad and sick contorted figure hits a soft spot in his heart

so your whining for attention and kisses that he’d normally bash you for,,,,just makes him smile in affection

he complies and holds both sides of your face and kisses you oh so gently is almost takes your breath away

and when you part he just whispers “do you feel better now, baby?” and you:

confirmed dead

he lets you cling to him with the boys around and you repay him when you’re done being sick by giving him all the attention and cuddles he could ever ask for

[ebonybow]

SO uh @blacktofade​ had a craving for shyanara and uh, specifically, ryan being loved and taken care of, and i had approximately a million ideas about that. i also had most of these written from planning a different fic that went a whole other direction. so here is some not-actually-fic i threw together, enjoy!!

(warnings: mentions of breakups. alcohol. brief sex mention.)

-the night the big blowout happens, late march, ryan leaves the apartment because he doesn’t know what else to do. for a while he sits in his car to gather his thoughts, but then he keeps looking up and seeing the light on in the apartment. knowing she’s up there, and knowing she doesn’t want him anymore— fuck, it’s the worst feeling in the world, so he turns the key in the engine and starts driving

-somehow, he ends up outside shane and sara’s complex

-he could have gone anywhere but he came here, because he needs... something

-shane opens the door and takes one look at ryan and he knows (because he knows ryan’s relationship has been on the rocks for a while now. he just opens the door wider to let ryan in)

-sara’s in the kitchen, about to open a bottle of wine. when she sees ryan, she stops, and she pulls out some whiskey instead (it’s leftover from christmas, and now she’s glad she didn’t throw it away)

-ryan doesn’t say anything, just sits on the couch with them while they watch some youtube stuff and maybe some netflix. eventually shane puts his arm around ryan and squeezes when he notices him shaking just a little bit

-sara has to go to bed, because she’s working in the morning, but she wakes again near 2am and she can hear them in the sitting room, talking, ryan crying sometimes, and it makes her so mad, so upset. she wants him to stop hurting, and she knows it’s going to take a long time for him to get better after this, but she also knows she and shane are going to do their best to help whatever way they can

-shane comes to bed when the sun is coming up, cuddles into sara for the hour before her alarm goes off and thinks about how lucky he is to have her

-ryan is asleep on the couch when sara gets up for work, blanket draped over him, glasses on the coffee table. she almost wants to go over there, touch his hair, kiss his forehead. she doesn’t

-that afternoon shane takes ryan and drives over to scott’s to pick up the twin bed he’s been trying to pawn off on shane for months now. when they get the pieces of the frame loaded into the car, ryan asks "what’s that for?” and shane says “for you, buddy,” and ryan looks like he’s about to cry again so shane just hugs him and says “if you need it.”

-they go to ryan’s apartment when there’s no one home and pack some of his things. it’s already looking strange and empty. no one is being forced out, there’s just too many memories for either of them to stay there

-he stays at sara and shane’s, slowly emptying out the old apartment into boxes that just get stacked up in what used to be sara’s office

-ryan feels so guilty about taking up her space, and she swears it’s fine, but he tells her that she can use it anyway while he’s out for the day

-sara wants to be able to give him privacy and his own space, but there’s also something really nice about working in there, surrounded by ryan’s things and the scent of his aftershave mixed with shane’s

-some nights the three of them curl up together on the sofa to watch movies, and shane gets too sleepy off the wine and slinks off to bed early

-sara doesn’t come to bed

-in the middle of the night shane finds ryan and sara snuggled up on the couch, empty wine bottles tucked down the side of the cushions. he drapes a blanket over them and leaves them some water for the morning

-they looks cute together but he doesn’t think too hard about it, because it makes his stomach feel funny

-shane and sara have date nights on a wednesday, they go out for dinner and whatever else takes their fancy

-usually they come back early-ish in the evening and just join ryan for some video games or tv, sometimes it’s later and they’re tipsy and giggly and want to talk until all hours. it’s rare that they come home so late that ryan’s already in bed, but it happens sometimes. he still hears them come in though, the walls in the apartment are thin enough

-they’re usually pretty quiet when they have sex and ryan’s used to having roommates from back in college. they’re all adults here, it doesn’t really bother him. sometimes he hears them laughing and that’s when he feels his own loneliness the most intensely. he misses a body next to him in bed

-one night, however, they're louder than usual

-they’d been dressed up even nicer than usual when leaving the house, came back drunk and clumsy. he hears sara falling out of her shoes in the hallway and shane laughing as he scoops her up. there’s a thump outside ryan’s bedroom door as someone careens into the wall, and sara hisses “shhh we’ll wake him”

-ryan rolls over, sticks his head under the pillow and tries to sleep, but he can hear them, and now he’s wide awake, and hard too because his stupid dick doesn’t know how to chill the fuck out (and also, he hasn’t gotten laid in. a long time. since months before the break up)

-but, god, sara sounds so fucking pretty and he’s gonna think about it for months to come (heh), he just knows it

-shane and sara are very hungover in the morning, but they’re glowing and happy, and sara shyly tells ryan it’s their anniversary. ryan kind of wants to cry

-he’s always looking for an apartment to move into but he’s not sure if he can afford something on his own and it’s so hard to find a roommate who isn’t a freak. he pays a portion of sara and shane’s rent, and he’s tidy, and they’re not complaining for the time being

-ryan’s pretty handy to have around too, likes tinkering with things and fixing things — and there are a lot of gadgets in the apartment that need fixing. ryan repairs a wobbly light switch in sara’s closet and she’s so pleased with him that he starts messing with other things, like shane’s speakers and maybe sara’s favorite fairy-lights in the bedroom, and their old slightly-broken coffee-maker

-shane looks so impressed when the coffee maker works for the first time in months, and even ruffles ryan’s hair a little about it

-he can’t fix all the broken things in the apartment (because he’s kind of scared of the landlord), but he really, really wishes he could

-towards the end of july ryan gets one of those ridiculous middle-of-summer viruses, and he’s burning up a fever. on the worst day, shane has to go into the office to talk about unsolved (because ryan’s sick and can’t be there for the meeting, at least one of them has to be) so sara stays home for the day to keep and eye on him. she makes him her mother’s soup, and watches him eat carefully while he’s all wrapped up in blankets and a little sweaty. sara lets herself pet his hair this time, kisses his forehead when he falls asleep as she tidies up

-half asleep and delirious, ryan says “thanks baby,” when she tucks him in, so she kisses him again, on the cheek this time

-when he wakes up in the evening he’s feeling much better, having sweated out most of his fever. sara sends him into the shower and orders his favourite thai food for dinner, and then shane arrives home too

-ryan gets out of the shower and dresses in the coziest clothes he can find. he walks out in sweatpants that are far too long, rolled up around the ankle, and shane does a double take, but he doesn’t say anything, just smiles and pats the couch cushion next to him for ryan to come join him

-clothes sharing becomes a free for all

-sara goes to work in ryan’s giant orange hoodie when the weather starts getting cooler (she still has to take it off in the middle of the day because it’s too warm, but in the morning and evening she’s grateful to stay toasty. plus, it smells good)

-shane and ryan wear pretty much the same size t-shirt (medium, they just fit a little differently on shane’s shoulders and ryan’s chest) so everything gets thrown in together

-on a wednesday night, shane asks if ryan wants to see a movie and ryan says yes without thinking. it isn’t until he’s sitting on sara’s left, shane on her right, that he realises it’s wednesday my dudes ahhhhhhhhhh

-he spends the whole night feeling guilty about it until they get home, and sara’s like “what’s eating ya, ry guy?" while taking off her jacket and ryan’s looking at her pretty dress, thinking about how she still dressed like it was a date night.

-ryan may have also dressed nicely for the occasion, without a second thought. he’s definitely second guessing it now

-he admits why he was acting weird, and shane’s like “hey man, we wouldn’t have asked you out if we didn’t want you there” and sara takes ryan’s hand and says “we promise, you’re never third wheeling with us” and shane makes some dumb joke about three wheels being sturdier than two and sara’s like “speaking of wheels, i know we just ate but i gotta order donuts” and that’s that

-they keep doing dinner and movies on a wednesday night

-ryan realizes he’s so much more deeply intwined in their daily routine than he ever thought. they have a groupchat where they decide what to have for dinner. they have a laundry rota (and ryan’s seen all of sara’s delicates, she doesn’t even care), even obi knows when it’s ryan’s turn to feed him

-speaking of obi, ryan’s allergies are a lot less severe now thanks to exposure. he even maybe loves the lil orange dude now

-one day shane catches ryan looking at apartment listings and he’s like “actually we wanted to talk to you about something”

-sara comes in and sits down too, and it’s all very serious, and ryan has this pit in his stomach and doesn’t know why until sara says “our lease will be up soon and this place is falling apart, we were thinking of looking for a bigger place, like a house maybe”

-ryan is thinking, ah, it was nice while it lasted, right until shane says “maybe with a pool, i know you’d love that”

-ryan’s brain does a record scratch

-he’s like “y-yeah, i would. i would love that”

-sara’s looking at him kind of funny, puts her hand over his and says “but we have a dilemma here, maybe we can sort this out now”

-ryan is still frozen. shane and sara are both looking at him, both looking nervous, and it feels like Too Much Attention

-shane says “hypothetically, if you were living with a couple who you also knew wanted to date you, would that be weird for you?”

-ryan’s like ?!!??!?!?!???? but manages a relatively chill “hypothetically?”

-sara sighs and spills the beans like “we’re asking you now, so you don’t get trapped. if you want to find an apartment for yourself, that’s fine. if you want to keep living with us that’s even better. we just want to lay everything down on the table so that you can make an informed decision”

-ryan must sit there for like, thirty seconds in silence. he can see sara getting antsy and anxious but he can’t make his brain work any faster

-“you guys are a couple”

-shane says, “ideally we wanna be a throuple,” and sara smacks him in the arm and hisses “shane” at him, and ryan just starts laughing, still has his hand in sara’s as he covers his stupid grinning mouth with the other

-“i— i’ve never dated two people at once”

-sara squeezes his hand and says “it’s ok we’ll take it slow”

-shane says “well. as slow as moving into a house together can be considered”

-and when ryan thinks about it, he can’t imagine this happening any other way. sara and shane were the ones he went to when he needed comfort the most. he didn’t even have to think about it, he just ended up at their door, knowing he’d be welcome

-it might have taken a them a slightly convoluted journey to get where they are, but ryan wouldn’t have done it any other way

-he’s really excited about the pool

[sugamoonv]

Baby Fever

Summary: You and Jin finally decide to have a baby.

Pairings: non-idol!Jin x Reader

Word Count: 5,936

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, some angst if you squint, pregnancy, lots of fluff

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Your leg was draped across Jin’s lap and his fingers were tracing indiscernible shape son your kneecaps. Your heart was beating frantically inside your chest and you kept nervously glancing at Jin’s face that was enraptured by the show playing.

Tonight, you and Jin may be taking the largest step forward in your relationship than anything else throughout your three years with him.

You sit up taller so your legs are bent over JIn’s lap and take in a deep breath.

“I want to have a baby.”

For the past four or so months, you’ve noticed yourself gazing at families and children in public, following family-oriented channels on social media, and filled with a sense of longing whenever you saw the baby section in stores. And seeing Jin and the rest of the boys interact with their younger family members conjured up scenarios of you all being a large family and them looking out for your’s and Jin’s imaginary child.

You hold your breath when Jin turns to you, fully anticipating for him to go off on why it would be a bad idea to have a baby currently. And all of his reasonings, especially his upcoming promotion, you would agree with. But it doesn’t stop the desire to want to start this next chapter in life with him.

Jin looks at you in shock for a moment as the words register in his brain. He rapidly blinks at you with wide eyes. The fact that his nervous tick is making an appearance because of you does nothing to ease your fears. Though those fears don’t stay for long as Jin’s eyes return to normal when he joyously laughs.

He takes in a few dramatic breaths, his cheeks a light pink. Jin finally calms down and softly pushes your legs off of him so that you can both fully face one another on the couch.

Jin gives you a loving, closed-lip smile and peers at you with a meaningful gaze. “You really want to have a baby?”

Your laugh is somewhere in between anxious and relieved, “Yeah.”

Jin joins in on your laughter and leans forward to press his forehead against yours. He grabs both of your hands in his then changes his mind so his hands are cupping your face in order to kiss you.

The kiss is slow and his lips are pressed heavy to yours, making smiling difficult but that doesn’t stop you nor Jin. You are both so caught up in the feelings of giddiness that you both continuously laugh into the kiss. Teeth lightly bumping onto each other’s lips. Briefly pulling away to laugh at nothing before Jin is pulling you back to him and your lips are caught in the soft plumpness of his.

Jin releases you from the kiss and gazes into your eyes with pure, unadulterated happiness.

“Let’s have a baby,” he lets out one last breathy laugh, “Let’s have a baby.”

“Really?” you beam at him.

“Really.”

Jin pushes you back so you’re laying on the couch and moves so he’s hovering over you. “I say…we start trying for one now,” he whispers mischievously and languidly moves his lips against yours. The show playing on the t.v already long forgotten.

The atmosphere between the two of you has completely changed. The air has become heavy and your skin feels hot to the touch. Jin pushes your knees apart and rests in between your legs. His hands pet down your side then back up again until they’re on your breasts as you continue kissing. You let out a quiet mewl as Jin gives a test roll of his hips into yours.

You feel the bulge of his cock straining in his jeans. Your legs tense as you slightly raise your hips to press against Jin further, the pressure on your cloth covered mound making your muscles quiver.

Jin shifts so he’s sitting on his knees. Both of you are slightly panting from the kiss. He hastily tugs his shirt over his head and you watch with hungry eyes as his toned stomach becomes exposed to you. Jin throws the shirt somewhere in the room then moves down to unbuckle his jeans. He pushes them part of the way down before he returns over you, hands gripping the edge of your shirt and lips in a blazing kiss. You greedily take in as much air as possible while Jin is distracted removing the shirt from your torso. His hands find purchase under the padding of your bra as he dives back into the kiss.

“Does that feel good?”

You whine at the way Jin teases you. It’s hard to give a straight answer when his hands are expertly kneading your breasts and your nipples are taut between his fingertips.

At your silence, he gives a particularly hard roll of your nipples. “Tell me I make you feel good.”

You arch your chest into his palms. “Yes. Fuck, you make me feel so good.”

It’s the exact encouragement Jin needed because in a flash, he’s unclasping the hooks to your bra to toss it next to the couch. You moan as Jin’s mouth replaces one of his hands. If possible, your nipple hardens even more under the attention of his tongue.

Once your breathing in heavy and you’re comfortable, Jin patiently maneuvers down to the waistband of your jeans. Before touching your stomach, he makes sure to mark the expanse of your collar bones. You let out another moan when you catch Jin peering up at you nearly between your legs and another wave of heat runs through you as you anticipate for when Jin puts out the fire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers into your skin. You heart skips a beat and your eyes flutter shut to allow you to truly feel every sensation.

Jin’s warm hands slip under your jeans and underwear and slowly drag them down. His hands are soft but they still feel somewhat rough against your smooth legs. You’re thankful that you made yourself shave this morning.

Jin’s fingers run through your slick, “Already so wet.”

“Jin, please,” you whine.

“What do you want, baby?”

“You.”

His lips pull into a smirk. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

The feel of his hot breath against your pussy nearly drives you mad.

“Your mouth. I want your mouth.”

You moan out as Jin’s lips meet yours and his tongue darts out to tentatively lick your clit. His ministrations are soft and you find yourself rotating your hips to try and get Jin to do more.

His tongue circles around your entrance before pushing in and searching for your g-spot. He lets you enjoy the sensation for a few moments before he replaces his tongue with his fingers and suckles your clit.

“Aw fuck, Jin.” Your hips buck against Jin’s face and the coil in your stomach winds tighter.

You know by now that you’re dripping as the noises coming from Jin stretching you open and licking your clit is obscene. As his tongue swirls around your bud and his fingers curl up, the coil in your stomach snaps and your toes are scrunched as pleasure courses through you. Jin keeps his mouth on you until your back is no longer arched and you’re muscles are again relaxed.

Jin moves back up to lovingly kiss you, his lips sweet and slow moving. “I love you so much.”

You lock eyes with Jin and hope that he can feel the adoration you feel for him seeping through your skin into his. “I love you too.”

Jin’s eyes flicker around your face before he glances at your lips and dips his head to recapture your lips. You can taste yourself on his lips. You slide your hands down Jin’s stomach until they reach his hips and push down his pants further. He helps you completely take them off along with his boxers and you hear them hit the floor with a dull thud.

You lightly push on his shoulders.

Jin looks at you confused before he catches on to what you were trying to do and shakes his head. “No. The only place I’m cumming is this pussy.”

Your hands clench on the decorative pillows as Jin rubs the head of his cock through your folds.

“Shit, you look so beautiful spread out for me,” he mutters to himself, eyes transfixed on where you two are about to be connected.

Jin lets out a long, quiet moan as he drives his cock into you and when he’s fully seated in you, his head drops into the crook of your neck and your fingers thread themselves in his hair. He draws in a shaky breath as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you, knocking the breath from you.

It takes him a few thrusts before he finds a good rhythm. Jin’s cock gives your pussy a slight stretch but you find yourself enjoying it. That, and the heaviness of his cock and the way his head brushes against your g-spot every time he pulls out.

Jin looks like a god above you. Eyes lust ridden, a sheen of sweat supon his golden skin, hair damp and falling in his face, and lips completely swollen and a vibrant pink.

Jin slows down his pace for a moment to catch his breath. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he gives a few harsh thrusts, “I’m gonna’ fill up this pussy so good.”

You can tell he’s getting close with how much he’s moaning and taking the time to slow himself to avoid being sloppy.

“You’re going to look so pretty swollen with my baby.” Jin places a hand on your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock thick inside you.

Your nerves light up at Jin’s words and your nails form deep half-moons in his back as he pulses inside you.

“This pussy is mine and everyone’s going to know. I’m the only one that gets to breed this pussy.”

The words spill out of his mouth as he becomes more and more lost in his own pleasure. His knuckles are white as his hands grip the arm of the sofa behind your head. You clench around him so you’re both moaning out loud.

You ignore the cramping in your muscles and press onto the back of Jin’s neck to draw him down into an intoxicating kiss. Your tongues lazily swirl around each others’. His hips snap towards yours harshly, in a controlled manner that has you mewling into his mouth. Jin’s hand caresses down your thigh to hike it up so it’s wrapped around his waist which draws you both closer together.

Jin’s thrusts are now slow and bruising in order for him to maintain control. If he were to stay at the same fast pace he started with, he would have long finished. He moves with elongated strokes, pressing as deep as possible as he returns back into you until he’s gripping your waist and moaning into your neck as he ruts against you and paints your walls white.

“Shit, baby,” Jin gasps, “Take my cock so well.”

“Nggh, Jin, yes. Feels so good,” you babble.

Jin stays seated in you as he reaches down and circles your clit with his fingers. “Come one last time for me, baby.”

He increases the pressure until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and you’re overcome with another bout of ecstasy.

Jin slowly pulls out of you and you feel his cum dribble out a little. He scoops it with his fingers then gently pushes it back in, looking down at his mess in admiration. His eyes move up to meet yours and he looks at you with pure love. His cheeks have a healthy blush and the rest of him has a radiant glow. You can’t imagine yourself being more in love with this man than right now.

You sat hunched on the toilet seat, leg nervously bouncing as you chewed on your nails. You reach to your side without looking to grab your water bottle and take a few sips.

“Anything yet?” Taehyung’s voice drifts into the bathroom from your cell phone speaker.

You mumble no into your hand, too preoccupied to care if your best friend can hear you over the phone. You can’t take your eyes off of the line of pregnancy tests lining the side of the bathtub. After being queasy for a few days, you had gone out and bought as many tests as you could without seeming suspicious. You had hidden them from Jin, half not wanting to get his hopes up and half wanting to surprise him. But now that you were waiting for the results, you didn’t want to be alone and Jin was at work, so you called the next person you could think of.

“How bout’ now?”

“Um,” you watch in anticipation as the color blue starts to fade onto the first stick.

Negative.

Your heart drops to your stomach and it feels like the breath is knocked from you.

“Taehyung, I’m going to have to call you back.”

You kind of just stare at the floor, head in your hands, completely still. It’s the first breath in that brings tears to your eyes. You spend the next few minutes completely enveloped in your own disappointment. This is the fourth time the pregnancy tests have come back negative.

You furiously wipe the tears from your face and grab the negative test to throw away when you catch a glimpse of pink.

Positive.

Without your paying attention, the other test results had come in. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and you jump from the toilet seat squealing. After your own private celebration, you stare at the tests, somewhat fearful that your mind had tricked you, but they still show positive.

You pick up your phone that had scattered to the floor when you jumped up. You have a missed call and a few texts from Taehyung and right as you’re about to press on his name to call him back, you catch the time.

Jin’s nearly out of work.

All plans to call Taehyung are dropped as you gather the positive tests in your hands and rush out of the bathroom. You set them on the dining table before running to your room to get the surprise box that has tissue paper, baby shoes, a baby name book, empty family photo frame, and a ‘Congratulations for becoming a dad’ card.

You probably rearrange the tests and the other contents in the box a million times before you force yourself to move on.

You were lighting the last candle when you hear the keys in the door. Jin doesn’t see the changes made to his shared home as he focuses on taking off his shoes and slipping his bag off his shoulder to hang up. He finally looks up to see the plethora of candles lighting the house and you impatiently bouncing on the balls of your feet at the end of the entryway hallway.

“I didn’t forget anything, did I?” Jin nervously chuckles.

“No,” you shake your head while biting your lip to contain your smile, “I just wanted to celebrate your promotion.”

“We already celebrated,” Jin laughs, all anxiety is forgotten. “Unless you want to celebrate again…” He walks forward to pull you closer by the waist and looks at you with hooded eyes. A look that works most of the time in getting you in the mood but tonight, you’re too excited.

You shake your head again then turn in his arms and grab Jin’s hand to drag him to the dining room. He laughs at how much energy you have and follows along. You pull out the chair and Jin hesitantly sits down with a confused smile as he glances between your face and the box in front of him.

“Open it,” you urge Jin.

He opens the box and begins to pull the tissue paper from it. “You know you didn’t have to get me any presents.”

Jin’s hands freeze and you feel your heart stop in your chest as you wait with bated breath for him to react as you assume he’s finally reached the actual contents of the box. You back away from the chair when he stands and he turns to you holding the baby shoes and a positive pregnancy test.

“You’re pregnant?” Jin breaths tears already forming in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you confirm, hands clasped together in front of your chest as your laughter floated through the air.

Jin launches himself at you and wraps you in a bear hug, twirling you. He sets you down and begins peppering your face in a multitude of kisses. The happy tears rolling down his cheeks spring tears to your own eyes.

“We’re finally going to be parents.”

“So, you’re pregnant pregnant?”

“Yes, Jungkook.”

Taehyung walks over and places both hands on your belly.

“If you’re waiting for him to kick, it’s going to be a couple of months.” You look down at Taehyung’s hands petting your barely noticeable, pregnant stomach.

“Him? You’re having a boy?” Namjoon leaves the conversation Jin is having with Jimin to join you, Taehyung, and Jungkook. Hoseok and Yoongi are worriedly hunched over the grill as they agreed to take over with the cooking.

You and Jin had planned this to be a simple get together to tell the boys. Once you had found out you were pregnant, you and him had immediately told your family and now that you were just beginning to show, Jin and you decided it was time to tell your best friends.

They had all assumed it was going to be a party to celebrate Jin’s promotion but once you pulled out a pregnancy test and Jin made the announcement, they had all nearly burst with excitement. You were shocked at how quickly they reorganized your party so that you and Jin didn’t have to do anything. Yoongi and Hoseok were in charge of the meat, Jimin and Jungkook snacks and side dishes, Taehyung was in charge of drinks, and Namjoon was there in case anything else needed to be done and to help around.

“Wha- I don’t know! Guys, I just found out I was pregnant a month ago. I have no idea what the gender is.” You don’t have time to feel bad for the way Namjoon looks at the ground embarrassed. “Taehyung, please stop petting my stomach.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung says abashed and he removes his hands from your stomach.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Hoseok jerk away from the grill as the flames jump out at him. Jungkook also sees this and is laughing hysterically as he walks over to help and has to pause, doubling over with his hands on his knees before straightening and clapping his hands as he laughs even harder when Yoongi desperately calls for Jin. You too have to laugh at the puppy dog eyes being directed at Jin.

Jimin holds Jin’s beer and nurses his own as he walks over to you since Jin is now stomping over to the three men, exclaiming playfully that they’re useless. Namjoon gets bored of the conversation and goes over to join his best friend, only for Jin to direct his yelling at him as he stands, laughing, after messing up cutting an onion. You’d think that after all these years, Namjoon would have learned at least that.

Yoongi and Hoseok have gotten the grill under control and are placing the meat onto paper plates. Jungkook is busying himself by setting the long picnic table and opening the bowls and containers with the side foods, fruits, and sauces.

“Are you sure you want to have a baby? It looks like Jin’s already got his hands full with them,” Jimin teases and motions over to Jin, who is now looking over Jungkook’s shoulder as he builds a tower out of cookies.

Taehyung moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist in order to put his hands on your stomach again and rests his chin on your shoulder. Jimin chuckles at Taehyung and goes back to silently watching his boyfriend at the picnic table.

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me first,” Taehyung pouts.

“Seeing as Jin was the one that got me pregnant, I figured it would be best if I told him first,” you roll your eyes.

“Doesn’t matter. I should have been the first to know.”

Growing up together, you and Taehyung made a pact to be the first people each other went to for anything. Taehyung had introduced you to Jin and had been the first to know when Jin asked you on a date, when you and Jin had first kissed, became an official couple, first had sex, made plans to move in together and had even helped with picking out the apartment, been the one you went to during your first fight with Jin, then been the person you went to to gush when you and Jin first said ‘I love you’, and finally, had been the only person to know you and Jin were trying for a baby.

“I’m so sorry. I should have realized that you play an even bigger part in this than the father of my child.”

“You should be. The only way to make to up to me now is to name the baby after me.”

“Absolutely not.”

“How can you eat that?” Jin turns his nose in disgust as he turns the steering wheel.

Your head shoots up. “What do you mean?” You look down at your milkshake and jar of pickles.

Jin glances at you. “You’re dipping pickles in a milkshake, I mean,” Jin shakes his head and makes a fake gagging noise.

“I’m hungry!” you cry out indignantly. Jin snickers when you take another bite of a pickle with a pout. “Listen, you agreed to this, you knew this was coming,” you speak while still chewing.

“Yeah, but I had no idea it would be this bad,” Jin exclaims.

The car falls silent except for the crunch of the pickles at Jin finishes driving to the clinic. You were showing way more and you and Jin were going in for a regular check-up at the place your OBGYN recommended and possibly to find out the sex of the baby. Jimin was meeting you at the clinic.

You and Jin had asked Jimin to be your birthing coach/midwife (in case you weren’t able to make it to the hospital). Jimin had always been interested in education and science and after realizing teaching wasn’t an exact fit, he went into the medical field, specifically pediatrics because he loved children so much. And he had gotten certified so he could help as many children and parents as possible. It just made sense to you and Jin.

“Ready?” You take a sip of your milkshake, choosing to leave the rest of the pickles in the car.

“Mhm.” Jin shuts off the car and meets you on the other side. He grabs your hand and you head into the clinic.

Jimin was in the waiting room when you both walked in. You and Jin made idle chit chat with Jimin while you all waited. It was strange, Jimin had the ability to be your friend one minute, endlessly teasing you, then professional the next, only offering kind words as if he hasn’t known you and Jin for years. Forty-two minutes pass before you’re called back.

You blow out as the cold gel is squeezed onto to your stomach then spread around. The sonographer mutters to themselves before placing the transducer on your belly and moving it around until a clear picture appears on the screen. They point out where the baby’s head is and the limbs and give you a rundown of your baby’s development. You try to follow along as best as you can but you don’t worry too much. Jimin is going to be getting a copy of the document the sonographer fills out so if you or Jin have any questions, you can just go to him.

“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” The sonographer turns to you and Jin expectantly and you look at Jin.

“Um, actually, I kind of want it to be a surprise,” you anxiously confess.

“I thought you wanted to know?”

Jimin watches your conversation with raised eyebrows while the sonographer waits patiently. You and Jin probably aren’t the first couple to do this in front of them.

You shrug. “I don’t know. It’s our first child so I wanted it to be a surprise.” You wait another moment before speaking again. “So that, you know, we’re not influenced by any one thing once we have the baby.”

Jin stares at the floor in contemplation.

“Why don’t you have them write it down and then I’ll hold on to it?” Jimin offers.

You look at Jin curiously. He slowly nods and with that, the sonographer quickly scribbles something onto a piece of paper before triple folding it and handing it to Jimin.

You clutch onto the kitchen counter, doubled over in pain as another cramp runs through your body. You breathe in deeply through your nose then groan out in pain and duck your head.

“Okay, we’re at eight minutes,” Jin tells you. His hand is rubbing your back.

“Then why the fuck aren’t you taking me to the hospital?” you snap at Jin and see him flinch in your peripheral vision.

“The doctor said to wait until your contractions were four to five minutes apart,” Jin reminds you. He keeps his tone soothing. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it hurts.”

You groan again. “Damn right this hurts,” you choke out as the rest of the contraction passes. You take another moment to breathe in a few times before standing back up straight. Jin keeps his hand on your lower back and watches with concern as you begin waddling to the couch. You use Jin as leverage to ease yourself onto the couch cushion.

“I already called Taehyung. Him and Jimin should be here soon. Namjoon also told me he’s on his way.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and invite every other fucking person you know while you’re at it. I’m sure if we ask politely, we get the biggest room in the hospital just so everyone fits,” you grumble.

“I know you’re pregnant and in labor, but I think you’re being a little unfair right now getting mad at me for wanting my best friend with me when you said having Taehyung with you was non-negotiable,” Jin frowns at you.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. There’s just a lot happening right now.”

“Sorry! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here,” Taehyung shouts as he frantically barges into your house, Jimin and Jungkook in tow. Jimin’s changed into his scrubs and Jungkook looks as though he was just woken up in an oversized hoodie and joggers.

Taehyung has several bags hanging from his arms. “I bought stuff because I wasn’t sure what exactly you needed.” He looks at you and Jin with wide eyes, “Do you need a car seat?”

“We already have a car seat, thank you,” Jin dismisses Taehyung and Taehyung nods. “Just put everything in the kitchen, we already have a hospital bag packed,” Jin orders and Namjoon walks over to help Taehyung set the bags on the dining table.

“How far apart are her contractions?” Jimin comes and kneels next to Jin in front of you on the couch. Your face is scrunched in pain and your hands are squeezing the life out of Jin’s as you wait for the contraction to pass.

“About five minutes,” Jin says, keeping his eyes on you.

“Y/N, do you need anything?” Namjoon calls from across the room.

“To have this baby,” you hiss once the contraction passes.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to get what you want because I think it’s time to head to the hospital.” You’re grateful for Jimin’s ability to stay calm and keep a light tone.

Suddenly, you have five men helping you stand from the couch and surrounding you as you walk to the door.

“Jungkook, do you wanna’ drive?” Jimin mumbles while he’s focused on you, one hand clasped in yours. Jungkook silently nods and grabs the keys from Jin and walks ahead of you all and a second later, you hear the engine of your car.

Taehyung runs forward to open the back door for you. Namjoon lagging behind to lock up the house for you and Jin. Jimin gets in the back seat first so you’re sitting in between him and Jin. Taehyung shuts the door and turns to get in the front seat to find himself face to face with Namjoon. They both start gesturing for the other to get into the front seat but neither of them takes the initiative.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? I’m literally about to have a fucking baby and you’re standing there like dumbasses! I need to go to the hospital! One of you get in the fucking car!” you shriek at them after they spend another minute being too polite to take the seat from the other.

Namjoon flinches and takes a step back from the door so Taehyung squeezes into the front seat with an apology.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” Namjoon yells to you and Jin right before Jungkook pulls out of the driveway.

You swear if you weren’t in labor, you would have leaped over the console to strangle Taehyung. When he’s nervous, he has a habit of excessively talking and tonight wasn’t the exception as Jungkook drove to the hospital. Surprisingly, Jungkook has remained calm the entire time and the ride is far more steady than you were expecting. It’s most likely because Jungkook’s learned from Jimin to stay calm in stressful situations or because he’s too tired to really care.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

Right after shutting Taehyung up, you were going for Jin because at the moment, the last thing you wanted to hear was meaningless encouragement.

“Why don’t we stop talking and focus on the contractions,” Jimin, as attentive as always, noticed your death glares and stepped in trying to keep the situation in control. He directed his comment mostly at Taehyung and Taehyung could tell when he locked eyes with him through the rearview mirror.

“We’re nearly at the hospital, okay? Hold on for a little longer,” Jimin reassured you.

“How much is a little longer because it seems like Jungkook decided to take the long way,” you grit through an intense cramp.

“Well, I was gonna’ say we’re at the hospital but if you want to take the long way, I’m more than happy to turn this car around,” Jungkook brattily replies.

“Hey! No! We’re not fighting,” Taehyung reprimands Jungkook while Jin yells from beside you.

“Really, Jungkook?” Jimin sighs as he helps you step out of the car. Jin runs into the waiting room to get a wheelchair and comes back out only to run back in to check you in.

The triage gets you in a room pretty fast, which is good because if you were made to wait, you were sure that you would have actually somehow strangled someone. Jimin’s gone off to prepare with your OBGYN, occasionally coming in to check your dilation with the attending nurses. Jin is standing by your bed while Taehyung is seated in the chair about a foot away from you. Jin’s changed into generic scrubs supplied by the hospital. You assume Jungkook is either in the waiting room or decided to dive himself back to his and Jimin’s house.

“Hey. I made it,” Namjoon shyly peaks his head into the delivery room before fully walking in, Hoseok following behind. Hoseok gives you a tired smile.

Jin exhales a breath of relief and meets Namjoon half way to hug him. “How are you doing?” Namjoon pats Jin on the back.

“Good,” Jin puffs his chest as he deeply inhales, “Scared. I’m about to become a father.”

“It’s a big deal,” Hoseok chimes in nonchalantly as he looks around the room.

“Yoongi didn’t want to come?” Now that you have pain medication, you feel as though you can speak like a rational human being somewhat.

“Nah, nothing against you,” Hoseok scrunches his nose, “You know how he is about sleep and it is about two in the morning. When Namjoon called him, he woke me up and forced me to get him,” he points to Namjoon, “He did say to call him when the baby’s born though.”

You nod before resting your head back on the pillow as you moderately feel what would be an incredibly difficult contraction. Taehyung takes your hand in his and gives a reassuring squeeze.

Jimin walks into the room with your OBGYN and a couple of nurses. One of the nurses brings out the stirrups and directs your legs into them. Taehyung stands and kisses you on the forehead before gathering at the door with Namjoon and Hoseok. You hear a chorus of ‘Good luck!’ as they all leave and that’s when it hits you that this is about to happen. You look at Jin to see that he’s already watching you, just as scared, excited, and determined as you.

Your OBGYN wheels a chair to sit on at the end of the bed. The nurses busy themselves with all of the equipment to monitor you.

Jimin goes to the opposite side of the bed of Jin. “Alight, I’m going to tell you when to push and remind you to breath,” Jimin chuckles which lightens the tension you feel. “You ready to have a baby?” he looks at you and Jin with a soft, excited smile.

“Ah,” you tiredly gasp in awe, “look at how perfect they are.”

You and Jin gaze down at the baby cradled in your arms. Jin’s laying with you on the bed and both of you look like wrecks; both of you crying and you sweaty and pale. Jin’s face would still be pale from watching the process too if it hadn’t become red when he started crying. The staff had left after cleaning the baby and checking all of their’s and your vital signs. Jimin had gone out to the waiting room to inform everyone and give you and Jin a moment alone. He left a piece of folded paper on the side table, but as it’s now useless, it goes practically unnoticed by you and Jin.

“I can already tell they have your nose,” you peer up at Jin with a smile but he’s too busy staring at the squirming baby.

Jin reaches forward and the baby’s hand reflexively grips onto Jin’s finger. “Their fingers are so tiny.” Another wave of tears springs into Jin’s eyes and his bottom lip trembles. As much as you feel the same, you can’t help but giggle at him through tears of your own.

Jin finally looks at you with raw emotion, “I love you. So much.” His eyebrows pinch together as he fights from dissolving into a full sob. Jin looks back down at the baby, “I love you both so much. I will never stop loving you.”

“I think we did a good job.” You tilt your head to rest it on Jin’s shoulder as you continue to admire your baby.

“We did perfect.”

Tags: @detectivebourbon @temptaestions @omgsuperstarg

[sweetnessnwhump]

Sickfic!

includes: fainting (in public!), comfort, a worried s/o characters: Fawkes (a worried rich guy), Samuel (his dumb cop boyfriend), Luke (his secretary) “Fawkes,” Samuel mumbles. And then everything is black. He comes to surrounded by people, looking down at him. His head aches, really everything hurts, but he’s felt like that ever since last night. It’s fine. He thought he could make it through the party. He couldn’t. He’s lying on the ground. He fainted. Huh. “Get back! Get back, all of you!” Someone’s yelling and it hurts, hurts Samuel’s head. He closes his eyes again. Just for a second. “Samuel!” Someone’s shaking him. It’s Fawkes. “Ngh,” Samuel says. “Someone call 911-“ “Already did,” says a voice from the crowd, all polished-like. Luke. It’s Luke. Samuel can’t remember if that’s good or bad. He groans again, eyes sliding shut, trying to get away from the shaking. Fawkes says his name. He sounds.. angry. “Don’ be mad,” Samuel mumbles, too weak by far. “What? Sammy, I’m not mad.” “Don’ be mad... don’ hate me..” “I could never hate you- oh, Samuel, you’re just sick.. you’ll be okay.” “Not sick, not gonna ruin your party.” “You aren’t ruining anything.” “Ngh.” Samuel feels bile rising in his throat, has to cough it back. Can’t throw up, not now. Just hold it back. “Shh. Shh.” Someone’s manhandling him, lifts him up and turns him over. His eyes crack open and see the polished floor, rich people’s shoes. He could vomit on them. He wants a back rub. “C’mon,” and Fawkes is holding him up, is tucking his hair behind his ear. “Just let it out.” Samuel coughs, feels it rising up, but still stubbornly shakes his head. “Nn. No.” “Just let it go, it’s okay, it’s okay..” “Can’t clean it up-“ he retches, gasping, but it’s dry- thank god. “You don’t have to, it’s okay, oh Samuel..” He retches again, feels it build inside of him. His heart is pounding. He can’t, can’t do this. “Just breathe, pretty baby, my darling, it’s okay, breathe. Breathe, angel. Breathe.” He vomits. It feels like it goes on forever, his chest and stomach cramping horribly. He can’t breathe, always hated the way it feels. It tastes so bad. That overwhelms all his senses, leaves him sobbing and weak in Fawkes’ arms. It tastes so damn bad, and he can’t breathe, and everything hurts and people can see him- they’re seeing him. He sobs, dizzy-twisted, body broken. Someone’s talking to him. “Shh, shh, I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m here.” There are sirens and Samuel’s crying reaches a new pitch, because it’s too much, it's all too much! Fawkes is holding him, careless of the vomit and sweat and spit, shushing him and stroking his hair. “I’m here. I’m here. It’s okay.” ~ He comes awake, feeling like he’s been hit by a truck. Every muscle in his body aches. “He has a fever, and a bad case of the flu. He was also quite dehydrated. We suspect exhaustion.” “God, okay.. and he’s going to be okay?” Someone- oh, Fawkes- squeezes Samuel’s hand. “Yes, he’ll be just fine. Make him take some bed rest, and.. he can’t really be trusted to report on his own health. He pushed through too hard, you saw him. Make sure he understands how serious this is.” “I- I’ll try. I can’t lose him.” “He’s okay. He shouldn’t die for a long time yet.” There’s the click of a pen, and a sigh. “I’ll leave you to watch him. Visiting hours are over in ten.” “Okay.” Fawkes sounds numb. Defeated. Samuel hates it. He cracks his eyes open, gummy with some kind of muck. Dried tears. Disgusting. “Hngh,” he mumbles. He’s trying to say hi but it won’t work. “Samuel! Samuel- oh baby,” Fawkes is leaning over him. When did that happen? “Hi,” he says. He’s blinking too much. That’s a problem. Fawkes’ breath catches in his throat, and then he’s sobbing, head bent over Samuel’s body. Samuel reaches up clumsily, looping an arm around Fawkes. “Hey. Hey. You’re okay.” “You asshole- you piece of shit-“ “I know. I know, ‘m okay. I’m okay..” “No!! No, you’re not, you fainted and threw up and sobbed in my arms!” “I’m sorry, ‘m sorry..” “What happened?” “I dunno.. ‘m sick.” “Sick doesn’t-“ “Didn’t wanna,” Samuel interrupts, coughing hoarsely. “Didn’t wanna. Love you. Didn’t wanna interrupt.. th’ party.” “Great job on that.” Samuel flinches like he’s been struck, eyes fluttering closed as he starts muttering apologies. “No, shit- shh, Sammy, it’s okay, I love you, I’m not mad, it’s not your fault, I’m sorry, shh..” Samuel quiets, opening his eyes again. He looks exhausted. He looks like shit.

[ivebeensunburnt]

Planets as Boys

The sun (let's name him Elio, its a name derived from the name Helios who is a sun titan in Greek myths)

You met him in winter

While sledding

You crashed into him while he was walking up the hill and he ended up sitting on your lap for the rest of the ride down

'Usually, I like to take a girl out to dinner before sitting on her lap but this is fine I guess. Can I at least get your number'

'I don't even know your name'

'It's Elio, and I don't know yours either but you're the one who got me to sit on your lap'

'You were in the way!'

'I was walking on the path, you were not sledding in the right place'

'Yes, I was!'

'Stop getting so riled up sunshine, I'm just messing with you'

'Fine. You can have my number. But I expect you not to be in the way of my sled next time.'

'Maybe next time you can sit on my lap ;)'

'Omg, I think I want my number back'

'Don't lie sunshine, you think I'm hot'

'I think you're a little warm'

'I can't tell if that's a compliment or not'

'It's not'

'Bummer. I think you're pretty cute sunshine'

His flirting never fails to make you blush 

Of course, you end up excepting his offer to go on a date

And before long you're dating

As you start to spend a lot of time with him you start to tan a bit

It's not very noticeable at first

But after hanging out with him for a couple weeks you have a light tan

'Wtf? I don't even go outside'

You'd ask him about it and he'd just laugh

'Oops'

Wherever he kisses you freckles show up (haha get it? Sunkissed)

It's how your friends find out you guys are dating

'So... You and Elio?'

'Wdym'

'Sis you have freckles everywhere'

'I-' *blush*

At least they can't see where else he leaves freckles

His hair is bleach white blonde

Not even because he dyes it

Just naturally

Very tan

Golden skin that is so, so pretty

CLEAR SKIN

Like how tf does he keep it that clear

So many freckles on this boy

Mostly on his face and arms but a few everywhere else

Would refuse to leave the house if it was raining at all

Even just sprinkling

He hates it.

Amber eyes that are so warm and inviting

They're just so pretty

Heat machine

You know how boys always manage to be warm

Like that but x50

You're always asking if he feels like he has a fever

'No I'm just that hot ;)'

'Omg pls shut up'

You would try to steal his hoodies but he doesn't have any

And you're like

'Elio... Where tf are your hoodies?'

'.... I don't have any'

'I can't believe you'

Gives the best fucking hugs anyone could ask for

Like 100/10

And is always open to giving them too

'Elio i want a hug'

'OMG YASSS COME HERE BABY'

Snuggles are the best with him

An absolute extrovert

Willing to go out whenever it's not raining

If he does gave to go out while its raining you know he'll have bright yellow rain boots

And a yellow poncho

With a Pikachu umbrella

Is he 5?

Probably.

A bit full of himself

'I'm so hot babe'

'Ooo my hair looks fabbb today'

'I look like a GoDdeSs'

Like the world revolves around him

Great leader (when he's not being immature)

Takes charge

Being in a group project with him would be so great

Especially if he's interested in the topic

A perfectionist when it comes to work or grades

Acts like he doesn't care about it but you can tell he does

As a boyfriend he would always want to be with you

Touching you

And kissing you

Skinship is the shit for him

Beach days are a must

Sandcastle KING

Would drag you outside just to sit in the sun when its nice outside

Which leads to you never taking your shoes off during the summer and fall months because you never know when he's gonna want to take you outside

And always having a book with you to read outside

He's always happy

Except when it's raining

Scared of thunderstorms but will hold a giant ass spider and talk to it like its a cute baby

Will also be 100% down to go bungee jumping or anything crazy like that

Never gets sunburned

One time he actually tried to but was unsuccessful

'Ok I'm gonna lay here for 3 hours and by then i better have a sunburn!'

*unconcerned* ' u do u boo'

His favorite color is yellow

He has at least 10 plain yellow shirts that he wears with everything

Converse are the only shoes he's willing to wear

With the occasional pair of vans

Is always saying he wants sunflower vans but never does

Sleeps with the lights on

Which annoys the crap out of anyone who has had to sleep in the same room as him

They just end up turning off the lights once he's asleep

Does 5ks and other runs for fun?? Like every weekend

Basically a jock

Will try every sport once

Especially likes soccer

And volley ball

And don't even get him started on sharks and minnows that is his game

Will never tell you when he's sad

If he tells you when he's sad he has got to be in love with you

Or trust you A LOT

Will make up stupid excuses like he has to go walk his turtle to escape situations that make him sad, so you won't see

When did he get a turtle?

One time you saw him crying and were shocked for a week

He still won't tell you why he was crying that day

He's one of those people who will laugh at the absolute worst times

Somebody's crying or screaming and yelling and he'll be in the corner laughing his ass off

Basically a little shit

Dumb dad jokes one minute

And dirty jokes the next

Laughs at his own jokes

His favorite nickname for you would definitely be sunshine

And you would be like????

'Babe. You👏 Are👏 Literally👏 The embodiment👏 Of the👏 Fucking sun👏'

When you first start dating he'll be so fucking sweet

Like a bag of fucking sugar

After a couple months tho?

That boy is nasty

Try to make him blush

Just try

This boy is shameless. Nothing will make him blush

He will dirty talk up a STORM

Don't even try wearing a short skirt around him because within 10 min. He'll be whispering in you ear

'Did you wear that for me?'

'I really like it on you'

'It would look a lot better on my floor tho'

Yes, he's that cheesy

Even tho he's nast af he'll still be super fucking cute with you

100% cutest couple you've ever seen

feeding each other

Sitting on his lap

PDA

Always holding hands in public

Dates at least once a week

He ways finds times for a date

Sometimes it's just coming over to snuggle

Or going to a super fancy restaurant in a suit and everything

He'll try to pay for the meal every time

But you'll be like sis no and give your credit card to the waiter before he can

He'll glare at you for a second but can't stay mad and will just end up kissing you

Oh boy,,,,,,

Kisses with him

They'd be so nice

First he would lick his lips while looking at yours

He would get really shy

'C-can I kiss you please'

'Of course'

At first he would be the sweetest softest kisser

He would put a hand on the back if your neck with his fingers tangled in the roots of you hair

He would put his other hand on your hip very softly so you would barely even be able to feel it

For the first 10-15 seconds it would be just lips, no toungue

He would like your bottom lip asking for entrance

And this is where he would lose it

When people say 'they're shoving their tongues down each other's throats' this is exactly what they mean

He would tighten his grip on your hair tugging a little

He would move his other hand from your hip to your back pulling you closer to him

He would literally not stop kissing you till you both were about suffocate and it takes you both minutes to catch you breath before you can talk again

'Jesus christ'

He would just smile at you and pull you im for a quick kiss before telling you that you are perfect

Then being a little shit like

'Almost as perfect as me'

Even tho he's your boyfriend he would also be your bestest friend

You could talk for hours with him and just goof off without trying to act perfect

for him (cuz he already thinks you are)

Since he's always warm he loves the snow

(But he doesn't like rain? Weirdo.)

Like, SO much

Especially the morning after its snowed when the snow is smooth and untouched and the morning sun makes it all sparkly and pretty

Of course he'll ruin it by throwing a snowball directly at your face

You'll fake crying like it really hurt you and he'll go from

:D to :0 in .2 seconds

'Omg sunshine. Are you ok? I'm so sorry. Omg.omg.omg. do we need to go to the hospital? I'm so sorry.'

He would almost be crying when youre like sike bitch

And throw one right back at his face

Which would lead to an all-out snowball fight that lasts for an hour before you're shivering your way back inside

Then you would snuggle up on the couch with him and watch movies till you fall asleep

[tteokdoroki]

like bakugou will stay home with her when she catches the cold running around the pre-school ( ‘probably started with the kaminari kid…snotty bastard…’) and since you’re away on a mission he gladly takes up the opportunity to spend time with and spoil his baby girl.

so they’re snuggling on the couch and she’s watching the cartoons katsuki secretly hates but she loves, and probably has you on FaceTime while you busy yourself in the hotel the agency has you set up in. “y’still feelin’ icky baby?” you ask her but you’re out of frame, sorting out your hero costume for tomorrow.

“mmm,” she whines but doesn’t look away from the screen even when you pop up on katsuki’s.

he leans down, pinching her chubby cheek all while squeezing her to his warm chest to help her sweat out the fever. “she’s been coughin’ up a storm, might lose her lung, ain’t that right pretty girl?” another squeeze and a gruff laugh from your husband has your smiling, pausing your actions just to watch your two blondies. “she says yes.” bakugou flips the camera to show your daughter tucked into the abyss of his chest, thumb in her drooling mouth, all dressed in her dynamight onesie and her ruby eyes zoned in on the behated coco melon.

“well tell her, momma says to take her meds and be good for daddy.”

“aye aye, momma bear.” bakugou nods, flipping the camera back to him— making your heart flutter even after all this time. “if her temp raises, ‘m gonna take her t’see that doctor half ‘n half recommended and— oh my god.”

the phone drops and you perk up in your spot half way across japan, stomach flashing with worry at the idea something drastic has happened to your baby girl. “katsuki! what happened?”

“she sneezed, her nose…looks like mine. s’so fuckin’ cute.” he mumbles, showing your daughter again. she sits up on her own, lips drawn into a pout with a trail of snot running from her cute little nose— crinkled just a bit like katsuki’s whenever he snarls or grunts. your baby looks far from happy, but it’s too cute a sight for you to even be mad at your husband for cursing. “look at ‘er, precious freakin’ girl,” bakugou coos, wiping her nose with a finger bent at the joint and brushing back tufts of her blonde hair that would have been all his if it weren’t for your texture being there before showing himself again.

and even he has a pout on his face too, and there’s no doubt in your mind that your little girl is definitely katsuki bakugou’s daughter.

your daughter has bakugou’s nose crinkle and it nearly kills him every time

[nadunacreates]

and the world never stops spinning

So, I, uh, wrote something. WinterIron, going straight for the feelings. Gonna post it on ao3 too, eventually. I’ll tag some people that might be interested in this, but don’t feel obligated to do anything about it other than tell me if you don’t want to be tagged :) 

Anyway, thanks, and I hope you enjoy the read <3

(more under the read more thing-y)

Edit: here's the link to the ao3 story

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There's a look in Bucky's eyes that Tony can't pin down.

He knows it has changed over time. Has gone from mistrusting and impenetrable to tentatively hopeful, to open and honest, to fond amusement and exasperation, to utter affection. He knows they both have changed.

But still.

It's hard to believe, sometimes, that Tony gets to wake up slowly. That he gets to feel the warmth of another body pressed against him, that it’s one that he could map out blind; that he gets the choice to keep his eyes closed and doze for a few minutes more, safe in the knowledge that none of this will change. Or that he could open them to soft morning light, to stubble on sun-darkened skin, to messy hair and clear blue blue eyes. That he gets to wake up in peace.

It's hard to believe, sometimes, that the crinkles at the edges of these eyes, the dimples at the corners of this mouth, the wrinkle of this nose (because ew, babe, put your morning breath away) – they all belong to him, they're directed at him and him alone, and not some persona he puts on for the night and morning after.

It's hard to believe but undeniably true, and a fact that Tony wouldn't change for anything in the world.

"Hey babe," he says, and his voice is croaky, his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth after a night that he's probably spent drooling onto his pillow or Bucky's chest, but his boyfriend doesn't seem to mind.

He smiles instead, and reaches out to tug him closer. Tony goes happily, because of course he does. Enjoys the steady weight of Bucky's arm draped across his back, the gentle pressure of his fingers that draw circles on his skin where his sleeping shirt has ridden up, and he lets out a content little sigh when his face comes to rest on Bucky's chest, and Bucky leans down to press a kiss against his hair.

The relaxation goes bone-deep, although Tony knows that it hasn't always been this easy. He knows it, but just as he can't believe how he got this lucky, sometimes, it's just as hard to imagine a time where he didn't have this. Where he had to fight every step of the way, against the current, and always, always so alone.

And then Steve brought him back, the Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes, his best friend and the murderer of Tony's parents.

And, suddenly, he wasn't all that alone anymore. Because he recognized the look in the Soldier's eyes, knew it intimately, mirrored. Haunted and hunted and desperate for something to hold on to.

And, somehow, Tony became that thing. Bucky became that thing. They became each other's safe haven, that small place of peace that was so hard to come by in a world that was so cruel to them. The anchor in the storm.

Somehow meaning – harsh truths and unforgiving silences, paths to navigate with no maps to guide them, learning and loving and belonging to each other, wholly and irreparably. And there, on the other side waiting, that light at the end of the tunnel – this.

It wasn't easy. Never.

Wouldn't have made sense if it was.

But.

They're here, and they're alive, and the nightmares stay nightmares, usually don't carry over into the waking hours.

No. It's like a too-good-to-be-true fever dream, except for all the ways where it's not.

"Marry me," Tony says, and his face is still buried in Bucky's shirt, surrounded by the smell of him, the warmth, the familiarity. And then his brain, usually so fast and already ten times around the block, finally catches up with his mouth and he pushes himself up to his elbows in a mad scramble for balance, because this was impulsive, wasn't at all like it was supposed to go, he hadn't planned it like this, had wanted to go all out, to try and give Bucky just a hint of what he deserves. This — this is pathetic, makes it seem like a spur-of-the-moment thing when it really, really isn't, but then Bucky—

Bucky smiles, slow and big and so happy he seems to outshine the sun, sluggish almost in this weird non-reaction. Tony holds his breath, but Bucky doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even blink. He just reaches out with his metal hand, holds Tony's eyes, steady and searching, as he rummages around in the drawer of his nightstand, as he keeps smiling with all his being, effectively trapping Tony in place, who couldn't move a muscle if he tried, and then—

Then Bucky's gaze slides away and over to his hand, and there a shine between his fingertips, golden against the silver of his not-quite skin, and when he turns his wrist just right Tony thinks he can see two blue blue gemstones nestled against each other, buried in the metal, and then he thinks his heart might just stop beating altogether.

(But it never does, not anymore.)

"Yes," Bucky says, simply, and Tony can't say anything at all. There's an embarrassing sound trapped in the back of his throat, a burn in his eyes, prickling at the corners of them, and his arms shake where he's still holding himself up.

There's a quiver to his lips, a stutter in his breath, and his chest feels tight and full, as though it might burst.

"You... really?" Tony asks, and there is that noise, a whimper and a plea all in one, but he can't really care right now.

"I really," Bucky answers as though that never even was a question, and it probably wasn't. He reaches up with his other hand, cups Tony's cheek, brushes his thumb along the edge of his jaw. Tony shivers, full-body, ducks his head down to press a kiss to Bucky's lips, another one to the tip of his nose.

"I love you," he whispers. A kiss to the forehead, one to each of the lids of his eyes.

It's shaky, the next breath Bucky releases. Slowly, he wriggles out from under the trap of Tony's elbows, rests his back against the headboard in a slightly more upright position, drags Tony up and into his lap without breaking a sweat, and there's a softly clinking sound when he closes his fist around the ring, lets his nose bump against Tony's and kisses him there, too.

"C'mon," Bucky mumbles against his lips. "Gimme that."

"Give you what?" Tony's dizzy with it all – past and present and a future that looks so, so bright now, and you really can't expect him to think clearly.

"Your hand, you dummy." Bucky doesn't even finish speaking before he makes a grab at Tony's left hand, and that's why he knows that he only said that to make use of the silly nickname slash insult that he's somehow, inexplicably, grown so fond of. Never mind that Tony's a literal, certified genius, of course. Never mind that.

He has to admit, though, that that may be a fact that's debatable, sometimes, like right now when he's unable to do anything but watch on stupidly as Bucky opens his fist, plucks the ring from his palm, and gently slides it on Tony's finger; a concentrated frown on his face, his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth, as though he isn't a trained sniper that could blast someone's brains out from an incredible distance — and that's really not a thought that should make the butterflies go crazy in his stomach.

"I love you," Tony says, again, helpless against it. He's long since surrendered to it, after all. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He chokes up a little. "Please don't ever leave me."

Bucky's gaze snaps up to his face immediately, although he doesn't stop caressing Tony's hand for even a heartbeat. The look in his blue blue eyes is so soft, so adoring Tony can't—

"Oh, baby, I know. I know, and I won't, and I love you too, so, so much, Tony, you mean the world to me." He stops, takes a breath, and his smile curves up at the corner, grows silly. He lifts Tony's hand up to his lips, presses a kiss against the shiny ring. "You mean the world to me and now we get to show the whole world that you belong to me, too."

The tears come to Tony's eyes entirely unbidden, the stupid traitors. "You are my world, Snowflake. There's no one we've got to prove it to."

 They laugh and they cry and they kiss, and then there's a voice that says "Sir, I really must insist. I was not made to suffer through this much cheese," and they laugh some more until the tears stop altogether. Drier than the Sahara, really, the little shit.

Tony gasps, eventually, mock offended, clutches a hand to his chest. "Blackout mode, JARVIS, immediately. And don't you dare go tattle-telling."

JARVIS doesn't answer, and then Tony notices just which hand it is that he’s got there, pressed against his heart. He clutches it even closer, swallows against that lump in his throat, says, "The world won't stop for us, Buck. But as long as we're in it together, I really, really don't care."

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