#washed it down w some apple juice

[seveneyesoup]

fancy sandwich is truly one of life’s great pleasures

[thesweetroro]

𐙚 ˚🍰 (cuddle buddy)⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

꩜ Reposting 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 cell 13

── .✦🏷️ main four

˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧 (Uno)

♡ extra cuddley

he's kind jealous, and he would love to show you off at the same time, and Holding your hand in the prison corridors will sure satisfy him more than what you think.

he's fine anywhere,the place doesn't matter, he’s all over you.

hugs always wont be enough for him,he need to do something while he's hugging you as random kisses and lovely touches or whispers,at some point he did bite your ear just to get a reaction out of you.

his embarrassing secret that he so soluble when you're the one who fills him with love and flirtation,or he will get a little freaky.

when I tell you that he's so soft and warm, he is a real cozy walking oven.

laughs so much when you play card with him,he’s not silly it’s just gives him butterflies that you play with him and he loves you so much.

some times he gets behind you to see if you shivered during winter so that he could cover you up with his jacket and hug you from behind.

if someone said that you guys should get a room he’s getting a one next day.

If he is tired or had a lot of fun in his day, he would 100% prefer to be in your arms to tell you about his day while you play with his hair until he fall asleep.

he likes to watch you when you sleep in his arms and when you have a terrible sleeping? Do you honestly need someone else?.

If you like hot drinks he will do his best to search for more flavours that you can enjoy.

He gives you the gifts you love.

ᡣ𐭩

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚(Nico)

♡ made to be cuddled

any time and place will huge you big or small spoon just as long as you’re petting him he’s the happiest boy in the world.

I'm sure he likes to be in your lap for hours and watch anime or read manga ,one time he was feeling himself a little, so he by mistake spilled the apple juice on your thighs and he almost cried, to be forgiven he insisted on washing your uniform himself,poor boy he punished himself by not laying in your lap for a week even tho you never got mad ,and told him to not to do so !! ;(.

he is so shy to be asking for your kisses ,but if you did im suer you are 100% his first kiss.

you know when he used to take a bath with kaguya? , now you’re his shower partner.

if he was scared from something he will run to your arms and ask to sleep on your chest because hearing your heartbeat calms him down so fast.

if you kissed him it will give him for doing a good job he will kisses you everywhere w giggles and tell you that he wouldn’t be able to do it without you.

dont care if you we're in public,he'll always show how much he loves you.

ᡣ𐭩

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`⛩️:✧˚.🗝️⋆𖧧 (jyugo)

♡ he loves it more when you’re the one cuddling him

He loves your warmth , but he tries to deny it because he get overwhelmed by the feeling.

he likes the comfortable places to cuddles,could be like; the night if everyone is sleep or he will find a room for u two ,boy just loves having you all for himself.

he is very shy to be emotional in public, holding hands would be the saving for his heart,most likely to be touchey when he's jealous.

sometimes when he's upset or feels like crying, he would go more silent and hug you then drag you into the bed with him so he could bury his face in your neck and cry , it makes him feel safe. 

If he doesn't want hug you ,then you won't be able to catch him, put him in the mood first.

He is used to head and shoulder touches but he had never had anything far from that before.

you have to consider the feelings of this poor boy.

ᡣ𐭩

‧₊˚ 🍔 ‧₊𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🪻(Rock)

♡ real bear for cuddle

dont mind it any time anywhere the most important thing too him is that you feel comfortable in the spaces.

just imagine him out of the shower hug you from behind with his loose hair and kisses your neck his voice is so deep after all that long tiring day of work out,now all he wants is to enjoy his cake (you are the cake).

if you’re resting on his chest after lunch he will play with your hair and tickle your tummy.

he is the most obsessed when kissing you , but please dont make it too long he gets out of breath easily.

sometimes he puts his head on your chest for bedtime to make him more sleepy,but no sleep for you ^^! he’s going snore ofcourse.

the fact that you will be his first love.

He like to hold hands and compare the sizes of your hands to his!.

He shows emotion in public and doesn't care to be honest. He's just happy to be with you, so the opinion of others doesn't matter.

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[chris-continues]

Autistic Knives Headcanons

By an autistic writer

Written with the idea of it being modern AU

-Knives is one of the best people to hangout w if ur social battery is dead/you’re overwhelmed in public. He won’t show it much but he’s most empathetic to others in that situation- whisking you away somewhere quieter, or giving people a death glare if they bother you.

-Knives has a set routine- the only person who can sort of break this routine is Vash, and that’s because he has a mini routine of his own (although he’s a bit more spontaneous)

This routine consists of:

Waking up at 6:30, (he takes long ass showers so this time is most definitely needed)

He’ll start by washing his face, brushing his teeth, showering, changing into clothes he set out the day before.

Then he’ll prepare small things he carries on him (aka headphones- check their charge, watch- check the time + charge)

He’ll make a small breakfast and check on the groceries- vash drank the rest of the apple juice, he’ll have to go get some more on his way back home. He writes this down in his reminders.

At this time, vash will be messily tugging on his combat boots, checking how tight the laces are. He’ll bid him goodmorning and they’ll head their separate ways.

-he stims by biting his cheek or having his nails etch into his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists.

-knives is especially irritable when running late. It’s slight panic and uncomfortable-ness disguised with irritation and annoyance, and Vash can definitely tell. (Aka, vash helps to prep everything/help them go where they’re supposed to go while knives tries to calm down) because running off schedule drives him crazy and puts a damper on his day

-Knives schedules dr’s appointments for Vash. “You need your checkup.”

“But I feel fine! Besides, we’re tryna sav-“

“You need your checkup. Maybe they’ll check you for a brain tumor, since you’re so ignorant.” (Aka: take care of your health you idiot)

-Knives studies intently- he’s a big fan of libraries (he hates to admit that he works better when other ppl are around, maybe in a rush to leave or maybe in a longing for company??)

-I think quality time is a big thing for him- just sitting in silence w him is something nice and intimate in a way.

-Knives loves escorting u with his arm and u link arms bc you both have a sensory thing where you hate sweaty hands

-He needs you at his side- you’re going to get lost or do something stupid. And you depend on him, right? he doesn’t just depend on you, you need him, right? It’s for your own safety- if you’re not back in one piece it’ll nag him to no end. You’re annoying like that.

[souglias]

Sougo returns late after a long day of work on his birthday and he finds that you're still awake.

Sougo x f!reader. Fluff. Timeskip Sougo because takes place during the Forever Yorozuya movie.

Word count: (tbc)

c/w: Swearing, possibly ooc sougo because I'm being really experimental with this, they are married. Also since I usually write for gn!readers, I wanted bring up again that the reader here is female just in case!

--

The light that streams through the sliding paper doors at the end of the hallway signals to Sougo that you’re awake. That you've been waiting for him.

Hijikata started nagging Sougo about how he should have told you to head to sleep first, and not tire yourself out waiting for him. Sougo retorts that he did and you simply refused to listen.

Before Hijikata could continue, Sougo walks away to your shared room. Out of all the people, Hijikata being the person to lecture him pushed all his buttons.

Sougo wishes he lived in an entire house with you and no one else. But with the White Curse and the crackdown on the rebels, he makes himself content with what he can get.

When he slides the door open, he finds a tea table with a teapot and an almost empty teacup atop it. Beside them is a bowl of cut apples, the flesh of the fruit still a pale yellow. You're next to the table, with a hand in the clothing drawer--his clothing drawer to be exact-- and the other atop of a neatly folded yukata on the tatami.

At the sound of the door opening, you turn towards him and smile. "You're back."

"I told you I'd be back late. You should have gone to sleep."

He sits cross-legged next to you, and he tips the teapot. The amount of tea left is only enough to fill half of the small cup.

"I can't fall asleep without you."

Sougo scoffs, "That's a given with how tea works on you and how much you've drunk, idiot."

In retaliation, you shove a slice of apple into his mouth. The fragrance of the apple only barely tickles his nose. When he bites down on it, the juice fills his mouth, yet the blandness makes him flinch slightly.

"This tastes like fucking piss."

"Oh? I didn't know you knew what piss tastes like. Well, you just have to make do. People don't sell birthday cakes out there anymore. I only found some fruits, which aren't easy to get now, as you know."

He narrows his eyes at you and props one knee up, resting an arm above it.

"You're pretty dumb for someone who's my wife."

You raise an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. "Save the money for something else. Get better ingredients and cook some good food for us. I can continue to make the rest jealous and make them beg me to ask you to cook for them too."

It's your turn to scoff, but your frown quickly turns into an amused smile instead.

You place the yukata you took out earlier and a yukata obi in his lap. Shifting yourself behind him, you undo his ponytail and start running your fingers through his hair.

Sougo's scalp tingles when your fingertips brush against his head as you untangle his hair. Fatigue slowly kicks in as he sits in silence. If he closes his eyes now, it would be easy to pretend that the calamity that has befallen Edo has never happened.

He closes his eyes. His surroundings melt away, and only the image of your fingers in his hair drifts in and out of his mind.

After a while, you rest your hands on his shoulders tenderly. Sougo cracks one of his weary eyes open.

"Go wash up, I can still smell the blood on you. I don't sleep beside people who stink."

Sougo hisses at you, but he drags himself out of the room to wash up anyway. When he returns after his shower, he plops himself right in front of you and atop the futon that you've laid on the floor.

"You're a real brat, you know that right? Your sister really spoilt you."

"What can I say? I am an adorable little brother. And couldn't you do this little thing for the birthday boy? The apple slices tasted like shit, so that doesn't count as a present."

You complain and trash him for making you slave away for him, but you still reach for a comb and untangle his hair again for him. It's a mundane task. But the mundane things are what you hold the closest to your heart. When you watched Edo descend into the ruin it is now in, you watched fate rob things that were what people treasured the most.

Soon after, the two of you make yourselves comfortable in the futon in the familiar dark. Your head is tucked under his jaw and his arm is draped over your waist.

With his even breaths, you assume that he's already fallen asleep. Shifting yourself slightly to look at his face, you observe his weary features illuminated by the faint moonlight. You can only imagine how exhausting the day must have been.

You wanted him to share the burden with you. But he wouldn't, always saying that you weren't ready and told you to stay behind. Without thinking, you mumble, "When will you finally let me follow you and fight by your side?"

"Not so soon. You still suck at using a sword."

It takes you everything not to jump.

"I thought you were asleep. And we know that's not true, Saito said I got pretty good. I can use a bow and an arrow too."

Sougo drawls, "Stay here, where it's safe. Only shitheads barge into battles when they have a haven."

"I'm a shithead. You're a shithead."

Silence falls between the two of you, leading you to feel a tinge of disappointment again. He's either fallen asleep or he's dropping the conversation. Sighing, you shut your eyes for the night and give in to the lethargy.

"Fine."

Your eyes widened.

"Tomorrow. You, follow me. We see how."

His response causes your heart to soar. You kiss his jaw before burying your head in the crook of his neck. You're not even sure if he's fully drifted off to sleep, but it's the least of your concerns now.

"Good night and happy birthday, my shithead."

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Happy belated birthday you fucking do-S character. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed this!

[merps]

Text from the 2 screenshots taken from the information sheet:

Food restrictions: All of the first line medications for the treatment of ADHD are moderately strong bases (pH of 12-13). If they are present in the small bowel at the same time as a weak organic acid (citric acid or ascorbic acid/Vitamin C) the medication forms an insoluble salt and can not be absorbed into the body. You may have swallowed your medication but, if you washed it down with orange juice or a soda, none of the medication actually gets into your blood stream. Therefore, avoid the following foods for an hour before and after your dose. Once you feel the benefits of the medication, you may eat or drink anything you wish.

FOODS TO AVOID WITHIN 1 HOUR BEFORE AND AFTER TAKING MEDICATIONS

INCLUDE: (Two formulations are not affected by the food you eat… Vyvanse and the skin patch, Daytrana.

1. Natural and artificial juices: Citrus fruit and juice (orange, grapefruit, lemon, lime, pineapple) Artificial juice products — Gatorade, Kool-Aid, Tang Other juices to which citric acid is added as a preservative — tomato juice, apple, grape, and cranberry juices.

2. Soft drinks and especially Mountain Dew, 7-Up, and Sprite. Only four soft drinks do not use citric acid — Classic Coke, regular and diet Dr. Pepper, and A&W brand root beer.

3. Poptarts, granola bars, Power Bars — anything that comes in a foil packet, can sit on your shelf for months without going stale and be eaten without cooking must have high levels of preservatives such as citric acid.

4. High vitamin cereals (Product 19, Total, Life, etc.). Most breakfast cereals contain some citric acid but not in amounts high enough to interfere with the absorption of ADHD medications.

5. Vitamins and nutritional supplements containing Vitamin C — most vitamins and minerals are best absorbed while you are sleeping so take your vitamins at bedtime. High Doses of Vitamin C (1000 mg; EmergenC, Airborne) will completely remove amphetamine-based medications even once absorbed in to the body. High doses of vitamin C act as an "off switch" with amphetamine medications. Humans can only use 60 mg of ascorbic acid and any more just undermines your amphetamine medication.

6. Oral suspension medications and antibiotics commonly used with children who have trouble swallowing pills.

i know vitamin c basically neutralizes adhd meds but lemonade good

[lotsoflokilove23]

~The Journey Begins {Marvel roleplay Story}

{ “Once Upon A Time…..” }{ June 3rd, 2017, 6:00 A.M }{ New York }

Zöe's alarm rang out at 6 am on the dot, waking her up. She heaved a sigh and shut the alarm clock off and rolled out of bed and did a few different stretches then she got ready for the day. After getting ready Zöe went to the kitchen and put water in the kettle and got out bacon and eggs and started cooking them for breakfast while waiting for her sister to come out.

For several years now it had just been her and her adopted sister April living together. They had both been adopted by Elio and Alice Benjamin, an older couple whose dream had just been to give a home to a couple of kids who didn’t have that safe place to call home. When the sisters were 17 their parents died in a bad drunk driver car crash and they had been on their own since then. Now, they’ve been discovering powers and many other things about themselves and the world and they’ve learned to just keep going. April didn’t talk about where she had come from before being adopted and Zöe wasn’t sure if her sister remembered where she had come from. And Zöe didn’t know at all where she herself had come from before, all she knew was that she was at the orphanage and then she got adopted and was told that she wasn’t allowed to know anything about her previous family. April knew more than she let on, but, that’s for later on in the story, isn’t it…

Just down the hall a few doors away, April’s own alarm clock went off and she groaned getting herself out of bed, she was definitely not a morning person. April brushed out her hair, put it into a high ponytail, picked some clothes to wear, stretched her arms a little bit and made her way out into the kitchen where she saw her sister. “I see you decided to make me breakfast.” April jokes, opening the fridge door, grabbing the bottle of Apple juice and pouring herself a cup. 

Zöe smiled when she saw April walk in, “Well, of course,” She chuckled, putting two cooked eggs on a plate with three pieces of bacon laid out below the egg, making a smiley face, “Here you go,” Zöe said, turning and holding it out for April to take. The kettle started to boil so Zöe poured it into a large mug of instant coffee and then reached into the fridge, pulling out vanilla coffee creamer and pouring it into her coffee. 

April smiled and sat at the table, “Why, thank you, m’lady,” She said, picking up her fork and taking a bite, “Bye bye smiley face,” she said, chuckling, looking over at Zöe and slightly narrowing her eyes. “How many cups of coffee have you had?” April asked, taking a sip of her apple juice.  

Zöe laughed and finished making her own breakfast, turning the stove off, she leaned her back against the counter to eat, “Umm, today, this is my first one, this week… better if you don’t know,” She grinned, putting a piece of bacon in her mouth. 

April shakes her head and continues to eat her egg, “Oh dear,” She smiles. After April finished eating she walked over to the dishwasher, opened it up and put her fork in, and then her plate after rinsing it off. 

Zöe continued to finish eating her food, once done she put her own dishes in the dishwasher. Leaning back up against the counter, she took a sip of her coffee, “So, what’s first today?” Zöe asked her sister, stifling a yawn. 

“How about a morning hike?” April asked washing her hands in the sink and looking outside as the sun was slowly starting to rise. 

Zöe raised her eyebrows, “How about a morning nap?” She said with a chuckle, “Just kidding, a hike sounds good to me,” Zöe smiled, turning to deal with the frying pan and the flipper before she forgot to do it.

April rolls her eyes, “Are you that tired?” she asked, shaking her head.

Zöe grinned, “I always am,” she replied.

April walked towards the window to look out the backyard, “How about the mountain?”

Zöe looked out and followed April’s gaze out the window, towards the mountain, “Sure! There’s the trail that leads all of the way around the mountain to the top of it, so we can go on that no problem, I just gotta get my shoes, and then I’m ready to go,” Zöe said, slipping her hair elastic from her pocket onto her wrist. 

April grins and nods, “I'll meet you at the door,” She said, sliding forwards towards the door. She pulls on her comfy walking boots and leans against the door. 

Zöe nods, quickly running back to her room, her sock feet sliding along the smooth tiled floor. She went into her closet to her small shoe rack and pulled out a pair of shoes and put them on, walking back to meet April at the door. When she got there she nodded, grabbing the spare house key off one of the key hooks on the wall, “Gonna lock it behind us just in case,” Zöe shrugged, she usually always locked the door behind them every time they left the house just in case someone came by while they were gone, despite the fact that barely anyone lives around them. 

April nods and walks out the door and onto the path, “Lead the way,” She said looking around outside. She pulled her shades out and put them over her eyes. 

Zöe nods and leads the way to the mountain, finding the start of the pathway, “You sure I can’t just go take a morning nap?” Zöe asks jokingly. 

April follows Zöe towards the trail and looks up, she admires the sight around her and then looks towards her sister shaking her head, “Yes, once we get to the top,” April said with a grin. 

Zöe laughs, “Aha! I will take a morning nap after all!” She grins, continuing to follow the mountain path. Zöe noticed her sister, April looking around at their surroundings and smiled, “The view is better at the top,” She commented.

April smiles looking around and walking up, “I love the view from here, it’s so nice,” She said. 

Zöe smiles, “It only gets better from here,” She said, putting her hands out to balance herself at an extremely rocky part of the path, “There’s also a cave on the side of this mountain that I haven’t explored yet that I want to, but it’s not on the trail… Are you interested?” She asked. 

April follows Zöe and copies what she does, even though if she were to fall it wouldn’t be much of a problem due to her powers, “Am I interested??” April said, rolling her eyes and looking up, “Of course,” she grins. 

Zöe grins, “Yessss!” She laughs, “It’s just up ahead a little bit,” she smiles and steps off the rough patch of the path. She looked over at the horizon at the slow-rising sun, the colors in the sky being a beautiful shade of orange and yellow and even a little bit of pink. 

April smiles and follows Zöe, she turns her head and looks at the view from where she was standing, she could barely see the top of the highest building. She stops and takes out her phone and takes a picture of the morning sunset, then she puts it away again and turns towards Zöe again. 

“Man if there was a good enough spot up here then I would camp up here. It’s always so beautiful,” Zöe smiled and continued walking. “Ahh here it is,” she said, stopping at a small bit of the side of the path that had several bushes. Zöe walked around the bushes and started going off of the trail.  

April rolls her eyes and laughs, “Is that all you wanna do?” she asked, following her off of the trail. 

“What do you mean? Camping isn’t enough for you?” Zöe asked jokingly, turning and walking backwards so that she was looking at April. 

April shakes her head, “Depends on where I am or who I am with,” She says with a chuckle making their way closer to the top. 

“Yeah fair enough, although neither of us has really had many people in our lives sadly,” Zöe said, frowning. She turned back to face the right way and then stopped, the cave was right in front of them, “Oooo here it is!” Zöe said excitedly. 

April smiles and walks up the where the entrance of the cave was, “Wow,” She turns out and looks at the view of the area, “This is so pretty,” 

Zöe smiled and looked around too, “Yeah, it really is,” She commented. Zöe turned back around and walked into the mouth of the cave, it was pitch black. Zöe closed her eyes and focused her energy and then all of the magic marks on her body started glowing bright blue, making it like their own flashlight, “I’ve been working on perfecting that and I think I finally got it! Are you ready?” Zöe asked, turning back to April. 

April smiles and turns towards the cave, she watches her sister as she stands in the dark. April’s eyes slightly widened when she saw Zöe’s marks starting to glow. April grinned and walked over to Zöe, chuckling. “I see, and it’s clearly working,” April smiled, “Of course I’m ready,” 

Zöe grinned with a happy smile on her face, “Okay!” She said walking beside April through the cave, “I honestly don’t know what to expect from this cave, maybe some gems or something? Do you have any ideas?” Zöe asked April. 

April shrugged looking around at the walls. As they make their way deeper into the cave, April stops walking, “Wait, Zöe come here for a minute,” She said moving closer to the cave wall, “Do you see this?” 

“Hmmm?” Zöe hummed, turning and walking over to April. She focused so that the marks on her left arm grew a little brighter and she put her arm next to the wall, “Wait, what is that? Is that like a gem or a ring of some sort or something?!” Zöe asked, confused. 

April looked closer at the wall and ran her hand over it, “This one patch of the wall is ice but the rest of it isn’t,” April explained, narrowing her eyes a little. She pulled Zöe’s arm towards her, “Look,” 

Zöe slightly frowned, “I don’t understand, what am I supposed to be seeing?” She asked, trying to see and understand what April was seeing. 

April frowned and pulled a pocket knife out from her pocket and started slowly carving out a hole in the wall. After a few minutes of doing so, she slowly sticks her hand in and grips something. “Well it’s definitely something,” She said, giving a hard pull on the object, which fell into her hand. 

Zöe watched April with interest, wanting to see exactly what it was, “Woah…” She said as the object dropped into April’s hand, “I was joking with what I said before, I didn’t think that there was even anything there.” Zöe said, tilting her head a little bit to get a better look. 

April nods and pulls her hand out of the hole she had just made and opens her hand up, “Hmmm,” She thought to herself and looked over at Zöe. The object was in the shape of a ring, but it had a blue diamond on top of it. April frowns, “It just looks like a normal ring.” 

“Maybe someone was up here once and somehow lost their engagement ring or something?” Zöe said, trying to come up with some logical reason for finding a random ring in the cave wall. 

April narrowed her eyes, “Really?” she chuckles, “That would be uncalled for and just weird. How would someone lose their engagement ring up here?” April asked, looking at the ring, “I wanna try it on…” 

“Who knows, maybe they got engaged and then went hmmm nope, and wanted to get rid of it but the garbage was too sad of a spot to put it,” Zöe said, laughing. She then slightly frowned, “But what if it’s cursed or something?” She asked, cautious and concerned even though part of her figured it was just a random normal ring. 

April shrugs, “Yeah, I don’t think so,” she shakes her head and looks at the ring. “Wouldn’t hurt to try…” she said slowly slipping the ring onto her middle finger. “See? Nothing to it…-” She stops mid-sentence and her eyes widen. The blue diamond on the top of the ring had started to glow. “Uhh,” 

Zöe’s eyes went wide, “See, definitely cursed, I knew it!” She said jokingly, even though she was alarmed, “You should probably take it off now, especially if it’s cursed…” Zöe suggested, but also knowing April well enough to know that she would rather figure out what’s up with it instead of taking it off. 

April narrows her eyes and frowns, “Why would it be cursed?” April said, moving her hands so she could look at it more clearly. All of a sudden there was a loud thud from the other side of the cave. 

“Who knows? I mean, with the amount of weird stuff that we’ve dealt with and have come across over the years, I wouldn’t put it past someone to place a cursed ring in the middle of a freaking mountain,” Zöe said, frowning. Zöe’s head snapped to the sound from the other side of the cave and slowly bent down and retrieved a small dagger from the strap around her calf, which was under her pant leg, the dagger that she always carried for emergencies. “What was that?!” Zöe said, looking over at April. 

“I don’t know!!” April said, swinging her head around. “How would something this small make this area dangerous?” She looked up and the wall of the cave started to crack. “Uh oh.” 

“Maybe it’s like the Artifact from Indiana Jones, once moved the displaced weight causes the place to collapse as a defense mechanism?” Zöe said, just having to bring up a movie reference in a possibly dangerous situation. She looked at the crack in the wall and she raised her eyes, “My common sense, senses are telling me that we should get out of this cave,” She said. 

“Good idea!” April said, at that second the cave gave way, April looked above where Zöe was standing, “Zöe!!” April covered her head and ran over to Zöe, standing in front of her in time for a huge rock from the cave to come falling down. April stood in front of Zöe shielding her from the rock, holding her hands up, she closed her eyes knowing that the rock would hit them, but it didn’t. A few minutes later, April opened one of her eyes in shock. “What the…” There was a shielded circle of ice right above the tips of her fingers that had shielded them from getting hit by the rock. April waved her hands and the ice broke. Out of breath, April looks over at Zöe, “Are you ok?” 

Zöe’s eyes went wide and she looked at April, “H-how?!” she slightly stuttered in disbelief, trying to figure out what just happened, “Physically yes, mentally no, because I should be a human crepe right now,” Zöe said, blinking. She was obviously okay enough because she was still making jokes. 

April attempts to stand up but almost hits her head on the wall of the cave, she looks around and shakes her head. “Great, We’re stuck in here.” she sighs, then she gets an idea. “Wait, Zöe stand back for a minute,” She said, looking over at Zöe. 

Zöe frowned, “What are you planning?” She asked cautiously, standing, or rather crouching, back as much as she could. Her concentration kept faltering so the light from her magic marks would occasionally flicker and leave them in dimmer light, but then she would try her best to focus a little more. 

April knelt down on all fours on the ground and concentrated her magic, and although she couldn’t see herself, she knew that a wolf tail and ears had appeared, as well as the rest of her turning into a wolf. It had taken her a long time to figure out how to shapeshift into a wolf completely but once she mastered it, it was pretty easy for her. Her eyesight and hearing were enhanced and just all of her senses, in general, were enhanced too. She had an en-longed furry snout with sensory whiskers and large paws with sharp claws, and a large bushy tail, her eyes a brilliant glowing green color that glistened in the light. The thing that set her apart from any other normal wolf is that she could still talk to people while in that form. “Well, we have to get out of here somehow,” April said, tipping her head and looking at Zöe.

Zöe smiled, “You are soooo cool sis,” She laughed. She split her focus so that they would still have the light but also, so she would be able to use a little bit of her kinetic reflection skills that she was working on so that if any rocks fell she could stop them from falling for a short amount of time. 

April grinned giving her tail a little wag, “Why, thank you,” She chuckled and slowly walked over to the cave entrance that had been covered by rocks. “On second thought I’m not sure how well I can move these.” She said, slightly placing her paw on the rock. April looks towards Zöe, sighing as she leans her head on one of the rocks and tries to push it with the strength that she still had. 

Zöe frowned, “Wait…” She said frantically looking around on the ground, figuratively throwing the light of her magic around through the shadows to search, “Where is your phone? I never bring mine anywhere but I remember that you had yours,” She said, trying to figure things out. 

April turns and tilts her head, “Why would you need my phone?” she asked, looking around. She spots her phone on the floor and walks over and sits right by it. 

“Ah, thanks,” Zöe said, quickly running over and picking up the phone, she brushed off the rock dust that was left on it. “Um, I'll probably have to buy you a new phone after this but just give me a second,” she did a little bit of fiddling around and bypassed the password and got into the phone. There was no internet nor signal in the mountain but after some fiddling and editing, she created an internet signal copycat that would work well enough, “Now I just need to send a signal cause sadly I can’t create a fake cell signal,” She muttered to herself as she worked. After a few different tries, she got it and sent an emergency signal to what could only hope the Avengers Tower, and she could only hope that they got the signal and could come before she and April ran out of oxygen while trapped in the cave. 

April narrowed her eyes and watched as Zöe worked, she leaned her front legs forward so that she was laying on her stomach, “And what is this supposed to do?” 

“Well, now we wait,” Zöe said, sitting down criss-cross on the floor, “I sent out an emergency help signal, so if they get it then they’ll track the signal and also get the satellite image and then they can come to get us out of here and save our asses from dying,” she said, not giving any extra information and just trying to relax. 

April narrowed her eyes again, “And who are we waiting for?” She asked, stretching out her legs. 

“Umm,” Zöe blinked and looked at her sister. After a few seconds of contemplation, she said, “Hopefully the Avengers?” She said, giving a small grin at her sister. 

April narrows her eyes, “So they're just gonna come get us, and wonder why someone like you, is trapped in a cave with an overly large wolf who hasn't shredded you to pieces yet… don’t you think they’re gonna find that weird?” she asks. 

“Ummm, well you could always shift into a German Shepard or something that way when they get here they think it’s just me and a dog. Cause um, otherwise, I wasn’t planning on you shifting this morning, so I didn’t bring extra closing for you or anything,” Zöe said, shrugging. 

April narrows her eyes, “Uhh but that’s boring,” She sighs and stares at the ground. 

Zöe slightly scowled, “Well it’s either that or you go naked, or else you risk exposing yourself and me to the Avengers or whoever shows up by being in the form of a wolf,” she said, already getting agitated from being stuck in the mountain for so long. 

April chuckles and shakes her head, “I’ll just stay a wolf, it will be fine,” 

“Maybe if they question it then I’ll just say that I tamed you,” Zöe said, slightly grinning, “Although this means that you can’t speak, you’ll have to… Woof?” She tried not to laugh.

April rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “Very funny,” she thought for a moment, “I’m not sure, I'll just have to stay silent.” 

Zöe chuckles and shrugs, “I thought it was a pretty good one,” She smiled, “That works too, up to you though, I mean you could always just freak them out by being a speaking wolf,” Zöe laughed. 

April shakes her head and sighs. 

“We’ll see,” Zöe smiled, leaning back and laying down on the cave floor, her magic marks growing brighter. 

[touyasdoll]

🧃 and tamaki please!

awh, I’ve missed Tama <3

pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x gn!reader

warnings: nada

“Juice?” You beam down at the man sitting in the chair before you.

He looks a little uncomfortable, though that wasn’t entirely unusual for someone who’d just given a blood donation.

“Huh?” His eyes grow wide and his tongue suddenly feels as though it’s made entirely of lead when he sees your face.

He was certainly a little woozy now and it had nothing to do with the lack of blood coursing through his veins.

“Would you like any juice? I’ve got apple or grape,” you offer again, gesturing to the pushcart of sugary beverages and snacks beside you. “I’ve got cookies too.”

“Oh, uh,” he nods, trying to will his tongue to work beyond making basic, prehistoric noises. “Y-yes, please. Apple juice sounds great.”

“Apple it is then,” you say as you retrieve a box of juice and a small bag of cookies to hand to the casually dressed hero.

“Thank you,” his mouth briefly pulls into a handsome smile as he takes the items from you.

“Of course,” you shrug, smiling at him while you return your hands to your cart, prepared to push off and ensure that the next person has enough glucose coursing through them.

“Wait,” Tamaki stands up, a rush of confidence washing over him as quickly as the head rush that wipes it away.

“Oh dear,” you leave your cart to grab his bicep, which you can’t help but notice is very well defined, and to place a hand on his back, so that you can guide him back down into his seat. “You might wanna sit tight for another few minutes. Don’t want you passin’ out on me,” you scoff quietly, a giggle dancing in the air between the two of you.

“No, then I’d definitely mess up asking you out,” he murmurs.

“W-what?” You blink at him and he scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes.

“Oh, ha, yeah. I, uhm, wanted to ask if you’d maybe like to go out sometime? Not that there’s anything wrong with juice and cookies, but I could take you out for wine and some real food?”

“I—,” you blink again, still taken aback by the handsome hero’s offer. “I-I would love to, Suneater.”

“You can just call me Tamaki,” he extends his hand to you, knowing better than to try and stand up this time. “What’s your name? Maybe I should have led with that,” he chuckles.

“We can blame it on the low blood sugar,” you shrug, smiling warmly as you give his hand a shake and introduce yourself. “I’m Y/n.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” he says while letting his fingertips linger against yours before he drops his hand back into his lap. “But I don’t think we can blame it on that,” he admits with a shy grin. “I’m always nervous around people who look the way you do.”

“What do you mean?” You furrow your brow slightly and he’s quick to clarify.

“I-I mean that I think you’re gorgeous,” he utters, watching as you look away when a familiar heat creeps over your cheeks. “And that I’m not good with words.”

“I think you’re doing just fine,” you say as you look back to him. “I’ll come back by in a few minutes and we can talk more about this date. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” he nods.

[fanfic-0974]

Denkis Little space haunted house accident

“OOOO A HAUNTED HOUSE!” Denki pointed at class 1-H. I can't wait for Shinso!!!  The baku squad was there and all they had to do was wait for shinso. 

“Dude, calm down.” Kirishima, who worries about his friend, made sure to bring his favorite drink, “Want some apple juice?” Only the baku squad and shinso knew about denki’s little space and they knew he would slip tonight.

“SHINSO!!” Denki ran and hugged his boyfriend. “I SAW A HAUNTED HOUSE AND A SLUSHY STAND! CAN WE GET SLUSHIES AND THEN GO INTO THE HAUNTED HOUSE!?” He asked, forgetting about the apple juice.

“Denks, are you slipping into littlespace?” Shinso asked, knowing he was.

“No. Let's get slushies! I want blue raspberry!” He was lying, mostly. Denki wasn't 100% in little space, but he was sure he would be by the end of the night.

“Fine slushies.” Shinso said, smiling his soft smile, only denki could bring out. He knew Denki was slipping, but he'd wait until he did. 

After they got slushies they stood in line for the haunted house. Denki got an extra large slushie and he had already drunk half of it by the time they were a quarter through the line. But Shinso wasn't focused on that. He was focused on how cute Denki looked in his hoodie he took from Kachan's room. 

Halfway through the line, a few minutes after Denki finished the slushie, he started squirming. “Dude,” Kiri whispered to Bakugo, “I think Denki has to pee.”

“Dunce face.”  Bakugo knew if he didnt say anything Denki would pee himself. “Do you need t-”  Bakugo stopped, he knew that look. Denkis eyes sparkled and gave the look of a wandering child. Denks was in little space. “Damnit… Denki,” he said, bending down to denkis height. “Do you need to go ‘potty’?” 

“No! I’m fine! How much longer in the line?”

“Not too much longer, enough time to go potty though.” Shinso replied, he knew Denki had to pee, he could see it in the way he squirmed.

“I told you I don't have to go potty.” Denki said with a pouty face. “HEY we're next!” He jumped and pointed to the classroom.

“C’mon let's go in, in pairs. Me and Denki, Bakugou and Kirishima.”

In the haunted house, Denki stopped. “Mmmn…”

“Bun? You ok?”

“Ummmm… W-well… U-um..” before he could get a word out, an animatronic skeleton fell from the ceiling. “AHHHHHH!! O-oh n-no…”

Shinso then heard a dripping noise. *drip dripp pshhhhhhh*

“Denki? You ok?”

*sniff* *sob* As Denki started sobbing, he backed up to a wall.

“Denki, it's ok. We can wrap your hoodie around your waist and we can take a shower and wash your uniform.”

“Dude, you hear that?”

“Shit, it sounds like-”

“DENKI!” they said together as they ran to find their friend.

“No no no no no no no!” Denki said against the wall, sobbing into Katski's hoodie. “I-I-I-I *GASP* *SOB* I-it w-w-was an accident!”

“DENKI ARE YOU OKA-” Kirishima stopped talking, seeing his friends 'situation’. “Is he small?” He asked Shinso, already knowing the answer.

“Yea.” Shinso replied. “Denk, I think we should go back to the dorms, okay?”

“Mhm.” Denki replied, as he put his thumb in his mouth. “U-up?” Denki asked, holding his arms up.

“Buddy,” Shinso replied, “I think we should clean you up first.”

As they all walked to the dorms they ran into Mr.Izawa.

“Hi Sensi.” Kiri said, being respectful. 

“Hello.” He replied as he looked at Denki.”What's wrong, Kaminari?” He asked, looking confused.

“He.. Um.. just isn't feeling good!” Kirishima replied, protecting his friend.

“I can tell that's a lie.” Izawa replied, getting annoyed. “Just tell the damn truth Kaminari.”

“I.. um… I had an ‘accident’” Denki said, blushing.

“Shit. What did you do this time?” Izawa asked, getting a headache.  ‘At Least Ashido isn't here’  he said to himself.

“I… I peed myself…” Denki said, starting to cry again. “I-I’m s-s-sorry… I really didn't mean to. *sob*”

“H-hey it's okay. Everyone has accidents.” Shinso said, picking up Denki.

“I'm gonna go.” Izawa said, walking away to go take a few aspirin.

(TIME SKIP)

“Here's your Nintendo Bun.” Shinso said, handing Denki his Nintendo. They were in Bakugo’s room, and Denki was in a pullup and had one of bakugos shirt. 

“I-I’m sorry about what happened today…” Denki said, setting his Nintendo down. “I hate myself. I didn’t think I had to go. B-but then I did, but I was too excited. I thought I could wait but then I got scared and I-I c-couldn't stop.” he said, laying down on Katski's bed. “*sigh* I don't know why you guys even like me.”

“OKAY LISTEN DUNCE FACE! WE DON’T LIKE YOU! WE LOVE YOU! YOUR OUR BEST FRIEND! YOU NEED TO SHUT UP LAY ON YOUR DAMN BOYFRIENDS LAP WHILE I HAVE KIRI SIT ON ME AND WE WATCH TOY STORY 4 WHILE YOU FALL ASLEEP WITH YOUR THUMB IN YOUR DAMN MOUTH!”

“*Sniff* Bakugo…”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to yell bu-”

Denki ran up and hugged Katski. “T-Thank you.”

“Also I need a new one of your hoodies because you smell like caramel and I peed on the other one.”

[hollyhomburg]

Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring. 

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts, 

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic!  i wrote this drabble in one sitting! 

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do. 

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new. 

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible. 

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks. 

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~” 

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise. 

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today. 

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts. 

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings. 

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point. 

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts. 

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved. 

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day. 

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence. 

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours. 

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??” 

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

-  “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands. 

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.  

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~ 

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[doomed-syko]

This Is The Life | Robert Keating x Fem!reader

summary: It's a warm Saturday in July and you’re spending the day with your boyfriend and your three year old niece at the local park.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: fluff, pure fluff, swearing, mention of alcohol, fluff fluff and even more fluff, oh and uncle!rob, also my bad writing (again)

author’s note: Hello, hello hello, I am back again with another Rob imagine!! This time with my favourite headcanon I cry over daily lol... so yes Uncle!Rob... I hope you enjoy! xx

The sound of Faith No More’s Easy filled your livingroom as you danced around the room, pressing your giggling niece securely to your chest. It was a warm Saturday morning in July and you were currently babysitting for your Brother and his girlfriend while they were out of town on a short romantic getaway to Paris for the next four days. The three-year-old little girl loved you dearly and kept you on your feet a lot, so it was the obvious choice for you two look after the little ball of energy for her parents.

Coincidentally your parents were on a three week holiday in Spain, so you had the house just for you… and well your niece now. They were gone for one and a half weeks now, so you were at the halftime mark of having a free gaff as your best friend Maeve had so elegantly put.

“Aunty Y/N,” Lennon said, well it was more of a babble. She was only three after all. “Aunty Y/N!” She started whining.

“Yes, Lovie?” You turned your attention to the squirming toddler in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Are you hungry?”

Lennon just nodded really aggressively not stoping squirming until you put her down onto the black carpet, where as soon as her little feet reached the soft ground she booked it, running straight into the kitchen. You just followed her laughing, sighing in relief when she didn’t fall flat on her face. You quickly picked her up again, putting her into the highchair that was at the head of the dining table, before grabbing a handful of strawberries and a banana. You quickly washed the strawberries, cutting them into tiny pieces before moving on to the banana, peeling it and cutting it too into tiny pieces.

You opened the oven pulling out a porcelain bowl of porridge for Lennon – which you had put into the oven to keep warm –  adding the strawberry and banana pieces and grabbing a cup from the cupboard filling it with apple juice. You gabbed the food and drink for Lennon and set the bowl and cup down on the table, laughing at her grabby hands she made towards the bowl.

“Here you go Angel,” You smiled, starting to feed Lennon, chuckling as she started to happily chew on the fruits. “Does that taste good?”

You just good a happy brabble in return, as Lennon continued to munch on her fruits and oats. You had eaten breakfast before you had woken her up because god knows you could never feed her while eating breakfast yourself. You had tried before and failed miserably.

“More,” She chirped, clapping her chubby little hands together. “More pwease!”

“Of course Angel” You smiled, giving the blonde toddler another spoon full of oats and fruits, which she happily accepted. And before you knew the bowl of porridge and fruits was almost empty. “And the last one, ope-”

You were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Who the fuck is that? Who the rings at your door at 10.30 on a Saturday morning?

You quickly gave Lennon the last spoon of porridge, before wiping her mouth and getting up from your chair, quickly pressing a kiss to your niece's forehead and touseling her hair you walked from the dining room to the front door. You swung the door open where you where met with two blue eyes and a lackadaisical smirk.

“Hey, w-what are you doing here?” You asked, a bright smile forming on your face as you ushered him inside before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”

“Thought you could need some help babysitting today,” He smiled, pressing a short kiss to your lips, his large palms gently holding your face. “Hi,” He pressed another short peck to your lips. “Good morning.”

You quickly rolled your eyes chuckling slightly, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Lennon,” You announced to the little girl, who was happily kicking her feet up against the table. “Look whos here!”

You picked her up, resting her on your hip, her little hands fisting in the soft cotton of your shirt and her head hiding in your neck. She was almost shy. You smiled, brushing through her blonde locks catching her attention. When she realized who was standing opposite you, a giant smile broke out on her face.

“Hey Sweetpea,” Your boyfriend chuckled, holding his arms out for your niece when she started squirming in your arms. You passed her over two the blue-eyed boy, who put her securely on his hip pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Hey, Lenny!”

“Uncle Bobby, Uncle Bobby!”, She practically started chanting, cuddling into his chest, making him laugh lightly. “Uncle Bobby…” She repeated, her big brown eyes staring into his blue ones.

Rob booped her on the nose, making the three-year-old giggle hysterically, before she returned the favour and booped his nose, her tiny fingers just about reaching his face. You fondly watched the interaction between them, grabbing the used dishes from the table and loading them into the dishwasher.

“Sometimes I think she loves you more than me” You huffed, closing the dishwasher and turning around again; your eyes meeting Robs blue ones, which were shining bright as a soft smile played on his lips. “What are we gonna do today?”

“Nah, she loves you more than me,” Rob grinned, securing his grip on Lennon. “She just gets very excited when she sees me, don’t ya Lenny?” The three-year-old only nodded, her hands finding their way into Rob's brown hair, yanking at the long curls. You unsuccessfully tried hiding your amusement, adverting your gaze from Rob and Lennon to grin into the back of your hand. Lennon had a thing for pulling at peoples hair and ever since Rob had started to grow his hair out he couldn’t escape her little chubby hands. “Hey, don’t yank at my hair!” He laughed, unclasping Lennons fingers from his hair. “I don’t know, what do you want to do Sweetpea?”

“Park, park, park!” She exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in Robert's arms. “Wanna go park!”

The park in question was a small park with a little playground and a pond with clear water near your house which you loved to take Lennon to whenever you were babysitting her. She loved the playground and you loved that you could let her run around safely while sitting offside on the grass, keeping an eye out on her.

So the park it was. You quickly grabbed one of the many tote bags that were hanging in your room, pulling your worn-out copy of Irvine Welsh's Trainspotting from your bookshelf that smelled like cigarettes and distant memories and the picnic blanket that was stored in the dresser in your hallway. By the time you came back into the kitchen, Rob had already pulled the snacks you had prepared last night out of the fridge along with a bottle filled with apple juice and carbonated mineral water for Lennon and flask filled with water for you and Rob.

You put all the things in your bag, slipped into your old converse, helping Lennon put on her shoes. While you quickly checked if all the windows and doors were closed, Robert helped Lennon down the three steps in front of your door, picking her up and putting her onto his shoulders and holding onto her ankles to keep her safe. When he turned around to face you, you had locked the front door and were making your way down the stairs, shielding your eyes from the bright sun.

The walk from your house to the park was short. Thirteen minutes to be exact and as soon as you reached the little playground, Rob let go of your hand he was holding the entire way and put Lennon down, where as soon as her legs reached the ground she went running towards the slide.

“You or me love?” Rob asked, wrapping an arm around your waist. It wasn’t the first time he had accompanied you and Lennon to the playground and most times, Lennon went straight for the slide. You tilted your head back and raised one eyebrow and looking into your boyfriends blue eyes, making him sigh. “Okay, I'll go.”

He pulled your face towards himself, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips and one to your forehead. “I love you,” He mumbled, making no move to leave your side. You rolled your eyes, chuckling at the clinginess of your boyfriend.

“Bobby,” You laughed, pushing his head away slightly. “I love you too, idiot. But now go and play with your niece!”

Rob laughed, kissing you again, before turning around to go after your niece who was already calling for him. You watched as he scooped her up in his arms, and helped her climb up onto the pirate ship, catching her as she was coming down the slide.

You turned around, looking for a place to settle down on the grass, finding a spot under one of the old big trees; it was partly in the shade and you practically rushed to unfold the blanket you brought, laying down on your stomach and pulling your book from your tote bag.

The next thirty minutes you spent reading and looking up every now and then, watching Rob and Lennon play together. It was quite a cute sight to see; watching your boyfriend interact with sour niece and be delicate with her. He was still – even after being around her since her birth – scared that he would hurt her somehow. She was to be fair, tiny in comparison to him but that was one of the things she loved about him. Lennon loved to be carried around by your 6’2’’ boyfriend or sit on his shoulders and it was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Hey,” You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Rob's voice. Speak of the devil. “Lennys in the sandpit over there,” He said pointing out the little blonde girl who was already making new friends while playing. He sat down beside you, pulling the water bottle out of your bag, taking a big sip. “And I thought I'd keep you company!”

You snorted, closing your book and turning to look at Rob. “How noble of you,” You pushed your sunglasses up into your hair, making your eyes visible to your boyfriend.

“If you don’t appreciate me spending time with you I can go,” He said, turning his head trying to hide his smirk from you, unsuccessfully, resulting in you jokingly hitting his arm with the book in your hand. “Hey, hey, no need to get violent love!” 

“Fuck off mate,” You joked, leaning over his body to reach for the tote bag, pulling the plastic container filled with raspberries and blueberries out of the white cotton bag. “You want some?” You held the container out to him, your eyes finding Lennon who was happily sitting in the sandpit and playing with other kids. “Did you tell Lenny where we are?”

“Course I did (Y/N),” Rob answered, throwing two blueberries into his mouth. “Showed her where you were sitting and said that if something happened she should just scream for us!”

“So, like always,” You noted, laying your head onto his stomach. “Right got it.”

The two of you laid there for a while, you continuing with reading Trainspotting for the fourth time and Rob running his fingers through your hair while he had his eyes closed under his sunglasses, shielding them from the aggressive sun. It was calm and peaceful and you almost fell asleep, if it weren’t for your boyfriend who had decided to start pinching your ribs.

Laughing hysterically, you closed your book again, practically jumping away from Rob's side making him chuckle. Of course, he had to ruin the moment. Rolling your eyes you raised one eyebrow and the childish antics of your boyfriend.  

You giggled at the puppy eyes Rob was putting on display, turning around and waving to Lennon who had stopped playing in the sandpit and was now running towards the tree you had chosen as your spot earlier. Every time you let Lennon play by herself in public you made sure that you could see her, that she could see you and most importantly that you were not too far away if something were to happen. Now as she was running towards you two, a little clumsy on her feet with her blonde hair flying, you opened your arms wide, catching her safely as she jumped into your arms.

Similar to that morning, when you were dancing with her around your living room, you cradled her to your chest. You turned your head to Robert, who had filmed the interaction between you two, a small loving smile playing on his lips. Rob's phone was littered with pictures and videos of you and Lennon; he was so sincerely in love with you he didn’t even try to deny how soft he was when you were around. It got even worse when you added the little firey ball of energy that was your niece into the mix.

“Are ya hungry Sweetpea?” Rob questioned, holding up the plastic container with the berry mix. After playing and rollicking about on the playground for almost an hour now, she probably wanted something to eat and drink.

Lenno jumped from your arms into Robs, planting herself down onto his lap. “Yes, pwease Uncle Bobby!”

You watched as your boyfriend started feeding your niece, one arm wrapped around her tiny body keeping her safe and secure on his lap. God, you loved watching them interact.

As much as you loved to tease Rob for having his phone littered with videos and pictures of you and Lennon, your phone wasn’t much better. Not only was your photo library filled with hundreds of snapshots of your ridiculously handsome boyfriend, but similarly to Rob, you loved taking pictures and videos of him and your niece.

“Thirsty,” Lennon mumbled, squirming in Rob's lap, making it somewhat hard for him to keep her secure on his lap. “Am thirsty!”

“Hey, Lovie,” You smiled, grabbing the bottle filled with apple juice and carbonated mineral water for Lennon, opening and giving it to her. “Here ya go, angel!” Her little hand closed around the brightly coloured bottle as she brought it up to her face and started to drink.

You opened your book again, laying down on your back and diving right back into the story. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Rob kept Lennon secure on his lap; they were pointing out different people to each other and making up stories off the top of their heads. You kept listening to them coming up with ridiculous backstories and character traits of the random people in the park, commenting on their stories every once in a while.

It wasn’t until you reached the middle of your book, that you realized that Lennon had fallen asleep on Robert's chest. You closed the book, sitting up straight again and putting it back into your bag.

“How long has she been sleeping for?” You voiced after some time, startling Rob who hadn’t expected you to say anything and was close to dozing off too.

“About seven minutes ago,” Rob yawned, looking down at the little girl peacefully sleeping on his chest. “Why, do ya think we should get going?”

“Probably,” You mumbled grabbing both bottles and the container with the food and putting them too into your bag. “If we get home now we have enough time to watch a movie and I can still make some dinner for us.”

“Then let's go!” Rob smiled, letting you grab the sleeping toddler from his chest so he could get up, taking Lennon from your arms as soon as he was standing again. You quickly folded the blanket, stuffing it into the bag before getting on your tippy-toes to press a quick kiss against Rob's lips. “You have everything?” He wondered. “Phone, keys, money?”

You nodded swinging the tote bag over your shoulder, holding one of your hands out to hold for him; his calloused fingers immediately interlaced themselves with yours. The sun was still shining bright when you left the park, walking down the main road towards your house, Lennon sleeping soundly for the entire way.

You did watch a movie that afternoon. After waking Lennon up from her nap and preparing lasagne for Rob and you and warming up the mashed potatoes and veggies from the day before for Lennon. You quickly fed her, loading the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, before moving from the dining room into the living room where Rob had already put the DVD in the player. You made yourselves comfortable on the sofa, Lennon sitting in between your legs while you were watching The Little Mermaid.

Lennon fell asleep during the last ten minutes of the movie, her head resting comfortably on one of the throw pillows that was scattered around your sofa. Luckily for you, she was already dressed in her pyjamas, so you just picked her up and carried her to your brother's old room, where she was sleeping. You tucked her in, switched on the baby monitor and pressed a kiss to her forehead; leaving the door slightly ajar to let some soft lighted into the room.

“Thank you for keeping us company today!” You murmured, pouring both you and Rob a glass of red wine, putting them down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. “She really loves you ya know?”

You sat down on the sofa, your body turned towards your boyfriend. “I love her too,” He smiled. “But you know that don’t you?”

“Of course,” You noted, grabbing your wine and twirling the glass carefully between your fingers. “She knows it too. You're her favourite Uncle!”

Rob grinned, taking a sip from his wine. “I better be!” He laughed, putting the glass down and shuffling to sit directly beside you. “If I wasn’t her favourite Uncle I think I would be doing something wrong!”

“Don’t let it get to your head okay?” You grinned, interlacing your fingers with his. The rough and calloused feel of his fingertips feeling like a warm and comfortable blanket on a cold winter morning.

Moments like these were your favourite in your relationship. When it was just you two alone cuddled up together enjoying the tranquillity and peace. With Robert being gone more often now that Inhaler was gaining more popularity, touring and promoting their music; moments like this had become rare, so you treasured them, even more, when you had the time to be alone together.

You tucked your head into his neck, where his shoulder and collarbone met, inhaling the scent of cigarettes, the cologne Rob wears and a tiny sprinkle of laundry detergent. It smelled like summer, like happy memories. It smelled like home.

“I love you!” You mumbled, not even sure if he had heard the confession you had uttered hundreds of times before. Then you felt his heartbeat pick up.

It was crazy to you, that this still happened. That even after dating for over three years, you still had this kind of effect on him. But then again, your heart sped up as soon as he looked at you with his ocean blue eyes.

You felt him press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there before he uttered the same three words back to you.

“I love you.”

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[forrests-waterfall]

Hello ! I’d like to request a CG Technoblade and little Tommy 3-5 , if that’s okay! (No pressure to do it :) )

Maybe Tommy is sick and him and tech are home and he wants attention, hes not little at first but he is grumpy and all shouty and being big man Tommy because he’s sick and angry about it but he’s also a bit out of it and can’t do things on his own , Tech just teases him by treating him like a kid and calling him a big baby and saying stuff like “aww is the baby grumpy” giving him head pats not letting him do stuff because “he’s a grumpy baby” and he needs help to do it n because of this Tommy ends up slipping and asking for “techie” and techno ends up full on looking after him , tucking him in , giving him a sippy , medicine (yuck) , a stuffie maybe, if ur okay w pet names could I suggest little one and piglet

Although please have as much creative liberty (think that’s the right word) with it because I think it’ll be more fun that way!

Anyway thank you so much if you do write this up but if not that’s also totally okay! Have a good week !

Little!Tommy and CG!Technoblade

A / N ;; This is so cute!!! I tried to write it according to DSMP!Techno’s house so hopefully this sounds a bit right! (Also sorry if it’s weirdly written, I’m still getting used to writing oneshots again as I took a long break ^^;;. It’s also kinda short so, apologies!! Also author doesn’t know how to write the skipping process pfft. And sorry if this is kind of, yucky bad pfft)

CW ;; Mentions of being sick

Etc ;; Not proof read

Tommy felt awful, to say the least.

He had woken up in a sweat from being over heated, his eyes itched, and his nose was all clogged up. The teen had tried to ignore it and go back into his somewhat peaceful sleep but, it hadn't worked. His mind couldn't help but focus on the new found sickness he had been experiencing.

Acknowledging the fact he couldn't go back to bed, he pushed the remaining covers he had on, onto the floor. He stretched his arms behind his back, more or less stalling him getting out of his comfortable bed. Groaning, he rubbed his right eye and pushed himself up.

Thinking of what to do, he decided on bothering Techno. He wouldn’t admit but Techno made him feel better whenever he was sick or upset. Whether it was by making stupid sarcastic jokes or just a comforting silence, the hybrid always made the teen feel some type of comfort.

Tommy climbed up the latter, with each step a squeaking noise made sure to alert the other person in the house that someone was climbing up or down. That always bothered Tommy, but he didn’t care enough to fix the annoying sound. Or figure out how for that matter.

Once to the level he wanted, the teen hopped off the wooden structure and onto the floor.

Techno looked up as the other’s shoes made a sound against the floorboards. “Hullo” The hybrid greeted the other, then continued on working with his brewing stand. Tommy let out a quick exhale as a soft laugh at the other’s usual greeting.

“Hey big man” the blonde’s voice obviously sounded exhausted, which was very different from his normal tone. The piglin hybrid noticed but decided not to question it at first. Maybe the other was just tired.

Tommy walked over to the older and looked at the potions he was working on. “Workin on some nerd shit again?” Techno plopped a spider eye into a bit of liquid. “Nerd stuff that you tend to use—which is why I’m making more in the first place- yes” he placed the glass bottle underneath a set of tubes that would put another substance into the mixture.

The teen rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he didn’t really like the feeling of them being by his side all the time.

Silence went over the two, Techno focusing on his potions and Tommy watching him. This tended to happen a lot when the two were home alone. Thought it wasn’t always a bad thing, neither really minded the quiet. At least Tommy didn’t sometimes.

The hybrid was still thinking about how calm Tommy was being, or how tired he sounded. It was out of character for the teen. Though maybe he was just overthinking it. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t still curious about it.

“You alright? You seem err-tired to say the least” he finally questioned, not sure if he’d get an actual answer or just Tommy yelling about how he was fine. “I’m fine, I’m a-“ at very bad timing, Tommy proceeded to let out a couple coughs into his elbow.

The older stopped messing with the potions and raised an eyebrow. “You seemed to have sold yourself out there-“ “my throat just felt weird!” The teen tried to refute against the hybrid, though didn’t work as he went into a small fit of coughing once more.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very ‘fine’” Techno air quoted with his fingers. “I am!!” The other crossed his arms again, stepping away from Techno.

Tommy huffed as he sat on top of a wooden desk where a couple of old books sat. “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything, T-“ “you thought something!” Techno decided it would be pointless to continue the back and forth.

“You’re being very grumpy for someone that’s okay” The blonde let out a small “Tch” as he looked away from the hybrid.

Techno was and wasn’t one for teasing others, but he saw the opportunity and decided to take it. “You’re being such a grumpy baby, Toms” he stated as he ruffled the teen’s hair. Tommy shook his head after Techno took his hand away.

The blonde felt himself slipping into his headspace at such a short sentence. The nickname that the hybrid used made Tommy feel small, and Techno was somewhat aware of that. Techno knew the other hadn’t regressed in a couple days (to his knowledge) and figured this would help. Especially since Tommy felt sick.

“‘M not!” Tommy argued as he stuck his tongue out at Techno. The hybrid let out a small chuckle, “awww, Is the baby grumpy?” Techno moved some of Tommy’s bangs away from his eyes, he could tell they were bothering the younger.

Tommy, now fully in his headspace let out a small sigh. He stuck his arms out and made grabby hands towards the taller. “Techie” techno smiled at the nickname the little gave him, “you want me to carry you?” Techno could care less if the other was sick, it was just them two. Plus he didn’t get sick much anyway.

The blonde gave a simple nod, with that Techno picked him up and place him on the side of his waist. Tommy laid his head against the hybrid’s shoulder, once Techno knew Tommy was comfortable and safe, he climbed down the latter.

The piglin had to make sure 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 was securely on him with each step, as he didn’t want Tommy to wiggle out and fall.

“Alright piglet, I’m gonna set you on your bed okay? Then I have to leave to get some stuff, but I’ll be right back” Tommy nodded, “okay Techie”

The hybrid placed the younger onto his bed and put the covers over his legs, not knowing if he would be too over heated.

He placed his hand on Tommy’s forehead to see if he was hot, sighing he took his hand away. He was kind of hot but, not too bad.

Techno left to get some stuff from upstairs and came back rather quickly. He balanced a sippy cup, two different drinks, and some red medicine he found in a cabinet.

“Do you want milk or juice, little one?” Tommy pointed at the Apple juice carton as Techno nodded. He put the stuff down and screwed off the cap of the sippy cup, immediately pouring the liquid into tie empty bottle.

He put the lid back on and handed it to Tommy. “Don’t drink that yet, I know you’re going to hate it but you have to take medicine. And I want you to have something to wash it down with” the little pouted, Tommy hated medicine, big or little.

Techno poured the medicine into a small plastic cup that had small markings of measurements on it. When there was enough he put the medicine down and handed the small clear cup to the other. Tommy refused to take it, why would he want to drink something gross?

“Yuck” “I know I know. How about this” Techno began an offer, “if you take this, we can watch whatever movie you want tomorrow while eating snacks you want” Tommy seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded excitedly. He took the medicine and quickly swallowed the nasty substance.

He proceeded to drink his apple juice to get rid of the awful taste that was in his mouth. The medicine Techno had tasted horrible.

“Good job piglet. Thank you for taking the medicine” the hybrid ruffled with Tommy’s hair like earlier, messing it up a bit. Techno did a quick look around of Tommy’s room before asking, “do you know where your stuffie is?”

The little pointed towards a chest he had in the corner of his room, “is in there. Made him his own bed w’th blankets” he smiled, seeming proud of himself. “Well why don’t we take him out for a bit? I’m sure he’ll wanna see you”

Tommy agreed as the other opened the chest and took the black and white cow stuffie out. It was one of Tommy’s favorite stuffies, he fed it, talked to it, and basically did everything with it. So if anything would make Tommy feel better, it’d be this.

Techno handed the stuffie over to the blonde as he took it in his hands and hugged it. “T’ank you!” Techno returned a soft smile, “alright well, I’m going to go back upstairs. Call me if you-“ “noo!” Tommy pouted.

He wanted Techno to stay. The other made him feel better and forget about whatever sickness he picked up. If he left, then Tommy would feel awful if he was left alone.

“You want me to stay?” Techno raised an eyebrow, usually Tommy was okay if the hybrid had to go do some work for a bit. Though right now, Tommy felt quite the opposite. “Stay, p’ease” he hugged onto his cow stuffie tighter as he looked at the other.

“Fine fine, I’ll stay piglet. If you promise to go to sleep” Tommy agreed and Techno got underneath the blankets along with the little. Techno ran his fingers softly through the blondes hair. He was aware of how much this calmed Tommy down, Tommy would ask and ask for Techno to play with his hair when he was little. It was oddly comforting to the other.

“Night night, little one”

“Ni Ni, Techie”

[trillian-anders]

four christmases

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

warnings:  slight violence, angst, fluff, smut && SPOILERS

word count: 16k

description: part 2 of 5. CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FILM. you’ve been working for the thrombeys for four years now,the last three years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead hugh ransom drysdale. These are the four christmases you’ve spent with the thrombey/drysdale clan during your times of service. 

a/n: this story is brought to you by season 4 of schitt’s creek and maybe 12 cups of coffee. it felt like it took forever to write, but i’m happy to bring it to you. this is the follow up for my other ransom one-shot ‘the assistant’. i hope you guys like it! 

2018

What a fucking asshole. 

“You have to be there, it’s your job.” Ransom huffed indignantly. You rolled your eyes from the passenger seat of his beamer, tablet open in your lap as you scrolled through your sister’s amazon wishlist. 

“I have a family too Ransom. I can’t just abandon my own family on Christmas just because you can’t get along with yours.” His knuckles turned white against the gear shift. Nothing else mattered, only him it seemed, and his whining Mommy complex. 

“You were hired to assist me,” Ransom pulled into the drive of his house, tires crunching on the gavel, “So assist.” What a fucking tool. He quickly exited the car not looking behind him to see if you were following into the house, but leaving the front door wide open with the expectation that you were coming right behind. 

You had just hopped onto this assistant gig a few months ago. There you were minding your own business as fall began, working for a temp agency, when Linda Drysdale rang you up and asked you to come work for the family again. You had recently been tutoring one of the youngest of the clan, Meg, with her English coursework for her last school year. The pay was good and you were kind of let down when they opted not to keep you on after summer concluded. 

Babysitting Ransom paid well, better than it had been to help Meg out, but was it really worth the price? Ransom was a fucking child. You cooked his meals, washed his laundry, and were forced to tail him as he went about whatever business he deemed worthy of his days. Just until 9 pm, that’s all you had to do. Twelve hours a day, five days a week. Off Sundays and Mondays. 

It felt like too much and not worth the paycheck. Even if the trust-fund asshole spent his days flirting around from one party to the next. More often than not he found himself a body to bring home leaving you to get an uber back to his place just so you could get your car to go home, or worse yet having you sit awkwardly in the backseat of the car as whoever was in the passenger seat desperately tried to give him road head. 

He loved it. You know he did. Eyes flitting to yours in the rear-view mirror as a girl ten years younger than him fumbled with his belt. A fucking smirk on his face. You wanted to punch him, but your sister’s private school tuition held you back. 

You followed him into the house, one you had just spent the entire morning cleaning as Ransom slept off his hangover. The prick had dropped his coat on the floor adjacent to the coat hook, shoes haphazardly kicked off beside it, glaring at him as you picked them up while he drank orange juice straight from the carton. 

“I’ll pay you time and a half if you come.” He bartered. 

“You don’t pay me anything,” You scoffed. “Your Mom pays me.” 

“Exactly.” He tossed the carton back in the fridge, coming around the counter to get closer to you. He dropped his voice in what he probably thought was a seductive whisper. The fire it lit in your core would lead you to believe that it actually was a seductive whisper and you just fucking hated him. “I’ll make it worth your while.” He drug a finger down your cheek softly. It only caused you to roll your eyes, batting his finger away and stripping yourself of your coat you turned back to him, 

“I want triple.” 

Your sister was going to be pissed, but she’ll survive once she realizes you were able to get her a new laptop for school. A compromise. 

She cried. 

The Thrombey’s were probably the worst people you’ve ever met in your entire life. Harlan was prideful, pompous. He cared about his family, to an extent. He created them after all, his monsters. 

Linda was okay, but she was a lot like her father. She felt as though she was better than everyone else simply because she ‘built herself from the ground up’ yeah, if the ground was a million dollars gifted from Daddy. Her husband, Richard, was a glorified sugar baby, you were sure at one point he was a real estate broker, but Linda had the business, he just rode on her coattails. 

Walt was a whiny bastard. He was meek. He walked around with a cane and you weren’t sure he even needed it. It could totally be a ploy to try and gain more sympathy from his father. His wife was a drunk, you couldn’t remember her name, but it didn’t matter because she wouldn’t talk to you anyway. You can’t talk if you always have your mouth wrapped around the lip of a martini glass. Their son, Jacob, was a little alt-right shit. Every comment that came out of his mouth was a dig on some less privileged 99% and if you didn’t need this job you’d shove his head in the toilet yourself.

That leads you to Joni and Meg. Joni and Ransom had both been given an allowance every month. That’s the way they were mostly the same. How they differed was that Joni was at least attempting to have some sort of entrepreneur business where she gained some income, but not enough to live the lifestyle she was accustomed to. She had Meg in this expensive ass private school that cost more than your salary a month and Meg found this group of liberal women and now she was becoming the extreme opposite of Jacob. They often bumped heads, with Meg slowly giving in. She always gave in. This was her family and as much as she wanted to fight for the 99% she never actually wanted to be one. 

But it was fine. 

It didn’t really matter. 

You just wanted to go home. 

Ransom hasn’t had an empty hand all day thanks to you. “If I’m ever without a drink,” He said on the way over, “You’re walking home.” So this is where you’re standing, with Marta and Fran, you sipping on a weak mimosa that Marta had compromised on, waiting for the day to be over. 

Ransom’s eyes met yours from across the room, hand raising his glass, the last little mouthful swishing against its side. You sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to grab the decanter behind you, walking over to fill his glass. “So I told him to shove it up his ass,” Linda was telling Harlan a story, “If you think for one moment I would give in to anything less than market price you’re out of your mind.” Please love me, she was saying, please see that I’m the best child you have. Harlan’s eyes were dazed, not looking at hers. Thinking. He was always thinking. 

The only time Ransom didn’t need you was when he disappeared into his Grandfather’s office. Presents were handed out just before, new iphones, apple watches, macbooks, cartier bracelets, rolexes, a couple of little bonus checks to their allowances, the spirit of Christmas was definitely lost on this family. 

It doesn’t matter. 

You had just filled Ransom’s glass before he entered the study and you knew he wouldn’t need you until some kind of argument broke out with his Grandfather and you had to be ready to leave the house at a moment’s notice. 

“How’s it goin’ kid?” Richard always kind of made you uncomfortable. He seemed normal, but you were uncomfortable in a ‘this is a rich older white man who liked to corner you alone’ kind of way. For the most part he’s been harmless. 

One time, this was early on when you first started to tutor Meg, he found you in a similar way. Alone, in the kitchen. This was one of the first times he had met you and he was sure to let you know, “You’ve got a really pretty face, you know that?” Ew. Thanks? He had gotten close, too close. “How’d a pretty girl like you end up as a tutor?” That’s worse. And cheesy. This looked like one of those times, except he’d been drinking since 8 am. 

“I’m fine thanks.” You had been trying to find a minute of peace. There was always someone talking in this house, during ‘debates’ there were usually three or four. This was supposed to be a break. Ransom having been passed off to another wet nurse he could suck off of while you got some rest, and maybe sneak a couple of those expensive chocolate artisanal cookies for good measure. Richard grinned at you, not in the way Ransom would when he was fucking with you, but something more predatory. He was feeling ambitious. 

“I just wanted to give you this,” He slipped an envelope across the counter to you, hand resting on it, waiting for you to take it. As your hand met the envelope, he did the fucking worst thing he could possibly do in this moment, and took your hand. Your heart was racing and you felt wildly uncomfortable. He held your hand, taking a step into your space, body crowding yours against the counter. You stared him down, please just let me go. Please just fucking let me go. “How’s my son treating you?” He asked. What exactly did he think you were doing for his son?

“Fine.” You swallowed harshly. Please just let me go. You could smell the whiskey on his breath, face coming closer to yours. 

“If you ever need anything…” Closer and closer. You wished you could pull back completely, get out of this situation, but the vice grip he currently had on your hand was making it difficult. 

“Y/N.” Your eyes snapped over to the doorway, Ransom. His jaw was clenched, face flushed from what you were sure was an argument with Harlan. “We’re leaving.” Richard turned and smiled at his son, releasing your hand. You quietly slipped the envelope into your jeans pocket, backing yourself away from him, and joining Ransom across the room where his eyes hadn’t yet left his father. It wasn’t until you made it to the front door, grabbing your coat from the coat rack did he stomp his way out of the house, digging his car keys from his pockets. 

“Ransom I don’t think you should be driving-” You started, but he turned to you, eyes wild. This scared you. 

“Get in the car.” He demanded. Fuck, he’s drunk.

“Ransom you’re drunk, you can’t drive right now.” His eyes looked behind you and you turned to look at his family, peeking out through the curtains to watch the show. He quickly grabbed your arm, tugging you to the passenger seat, wrenching the door open and shoving you in, slamming the door behind you to circle around to the drivers side. “Just let me drive.” You pleaded. He slammed his own car door, revving the engine and quickly whipping the car out of the driveway. 

He wasn’t saying anything and Ransom always had something to say. 

“Ransom-”

“Shut the fuck up.” His knuckles were white against the wheel, eyes staring straight ahead as he began gaining speed. 

60 mph,

65 mph,

70…

“Slow down!” He was scaring you, these roads were winding and dark, his high beams only did so much and you weren’t sure how many deer you’d be seeing tonight. His foot was heavy on the accelerator. 

75

80

85

“Ransom please!” You cried. His breathing was heavy. His eyes were moving wildly left to right as he moved the wheel to turn.

90

95

100

You were going to die. This was it, this was the end. The car hit the open road, the interstate, and to the left of the on ramp you had just flew through was a cop. Their lights started flashing, red and blue filling the car as Ransom kept accelerating. It wasn’t late at night, probably around nine or so. There were other cars here as Ransom kept gaining speed, swerving in and out of traffic. “You’ve got to pull over!” You yelled at him.

105

110

115

“Ransom for the love of god, fucking stop!” His eyes looked in the rearview, two cops now. It was then he began to slow down, moving over to the side of the road, your heart still racing in your chest. You relax your fingers which you didn’t even realize was gripping Ransom’s bicep in a steel grip. Both of you breathing heavily inside the car. It wasn’t until the cop heavily banged on the window that either of you even moved. 

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.” A bright flashlight in your face as you dug around for his registration and insurance in the glove box. Exiting the car and circling to the trunk as Ransom was handing the four cops bills from his money clip. Why the fuck did Ransom have a money clip full of hundreds? Ransom’s eyes met yours as he stuffed his money clip back in his coat pocket before tossing you the keys which you caught awkwardly. 

“Take me home.” 

You looked over at the cops who were getting back in their squad cars before quietly getting in the driver's seat and shutting the door. Your heart was still pounding and as the adrenaline began wearing off you suddenly grew very tired. 

“Drive.” You didn’t want to hear his voice. You never wanted to see his face again. You never even wanted to hear his name again. 

“You’re the fucking worst.” You could feel yourself crying. That was the most terrifying experience you’ve ever had in your life. 

“Well you’re fucking my father so,” He sunk down in his seat. “I think I have some competition.”

“I’m not fucking your father!” You exclaimed, hand hitting the steering wheel. You hear him scoff from the passenger seat.

“Not today since I walked in on you. Which is funny, you put on this whole show about not wanting to be around my family and what was it all for? A fucking ploy so I didn’t know.” Ransom didn’t fucking know how much of a goddamn idiot he was being right now. 

As the gravel crunched beneath the tires of the beamer, your argument continued. “I’m not fucking your father, I’ve never fucked your father, and I never will fuck your father.” He wasn’t hearing you. 

“Is this why Linda pays you so much?” He scoffed, exiting the car. He looked at you from over the roof and continued, “So you keep Richard out of her bed?” You hadn’t stopped crying. Still half going from fear and the other half from frustration. It was so goddamn cold out that the tears were freezing against your cheeks. 

“Ransom, I am not fucking your father!” You yelled, “The reason she pays me what she does is because the exact fucking thing you’re doing right now.” He rolled his eyes, walking up to the front door of his house, 

“Give me my keys.” 

“No.” You were still standing by the car, keys fisted in your hand. “You’re being a fucking asshole right now.” 

He clenched his fist, slamming it into the front door before turning back to you and yelling, “Give me my fucking keys Y/N.” You both looked at one another for a moment. 

You took a deep breath. “I have nothing to do with your father Ransom. My only job is to wait on you like a fucking servant and that is what I get paid to do. Not be your fucking punching bag when your family turns out to be a bunch of dicks-”

“Give me-”

“I’m not finished!” You screamed. Tears were still streaming heavily down your face and Ransom stood five feet away from you awkwardly letting you continue. “I don’t deserve this Ransom. I really fucking don’t. You literally almost just fucking killed me. So you’re going to say you’re sorry, you’re going to go into your fucking house, you’re going to give me what you promised me for even having to deal with this shit tonight, and you’re going to give me the rest of the week off.” 

It was silent for a moment. The two of you standing in the cold Massachusetts air in silence. Your face was starting to burn and as the silence stretched on you began to doubt everything you just said. Fuck this could cost you the job. The envelope Richard had handed you weighed heavily in your pocket. Hopefully it would be enough to hold you over until you could get back to the temp agency. 

Ransom let out a breath he had been holding, turning fully to you, and walking down the two steps of his porch. You flinched back away from him, looking at his knuckles that were split and bleeding from punching the door. His eyes met yours and he looked like he was debating something. 

“I’m sorry.” His words were soft and whispered, hand coming forward with an open palm, waiting for his keys. You gently gave them back to him. That soft, whispered, ‘I’m sorry’ stunned you. You didn’t expect your yelling to actually work. You expected to be fired. His keys jingled as he reached in his pocket and brought that money clip back out, extracting a bundle of hundreds and holding them out to you between two fingers. “Go home.” 

That was never spoken of again. The thing with Richard in the kitchen, being pulled over on 95, the screaming match that ensued, and nothing was ever said about the solid gold, $6,500 cartier bracelet that was by no doubt wrapped at the store that was waiting for you when you arrived back at work five days later. 

2019

“What did he do?” You were sweating. It was so fucking hot in here, but you were afraid to take off your coat. The fanfare in which the detectives had pulled up to your apartment complex was embarrassing, quickly bringing you down to the police station and shoving you in an interrogation room. 

“What did who do?” The man who had introduced himself as Lieutenant Elliot asked you. Shit. What the fuck did Ransom do? The death of Harlan Thrombey was sudden, right after his birthday just two weeks ago. It was unsettling, the suicide. The funeral was uncomfortable to say the least. Ransom told you to go and then didn’t go himself so you stood there like some weird interloper on the tails of everyone’s grief. 

You were going to throw up, you’ve never so much as gotten a speeding ticket but suddenly you had a kilo of coke on you and an unlicensed gun. “Where were you the night Harlan Thrombey committed suicide?” You picked at your fingernails. 

“I was at the party,” Your throat was so dry, you were afraid to touch the glass of water they had set before you, “I always feel strange around the family so unless Ransom needs me I try to hide out in the kitchen.” 

“You’re his assistant?” Elliot asked, “He doesn’t have a job, so what exactly do you assist with?”

“I’m pretty much his babysitter.” You explained, “I make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble…” It’s ironic right? You bit your bottom lip. “Why am I here exactly?” The other man in the room, Wagner, spoke up, 

“Hugh Drysdale has been arrested in the murder of Harlan Thrombey’s housekeeper.” Elliot gave him a dirty look. 

“Fran’s dead?” The shock was evident on your face. You leaned back in the uncomfortable metal chair, discarding your coat and scarf and taking a large mouthful of water. 

“You seemed surprisingly absent from Hugh’s side throughout the aftermath of Harlan’s suicide, why is that?” The third man spoke up from his spot sitting in the corner of the room, the thick southern accent was almost comical. 

“Ransom gave me time off,” You recalled, voice trailing off as you finish your sentence, “He said I could go to my sister’s cello recital…”  Did he really kill her? “Why would he kill Fran?” It made no sense. “I mean, he’s an asshole, but murder?”

They played a recording. Ransom in his own, self-righteous, pompous voice. Fuck me. What a fucking idiot. “So tell us where you were on the dates in question, spare no details.”

You had thought it strange, Ransom had left you stranded at the Thrombey house and you were forced to find your own way back to his house to get your car. It wasn’t at all strange that when you got to his house his car wasn’t there. You’d just assumed he’d gone out. It wasn’t uncommon for him to go out after finding arguments with his family. But the next day when he suggested that you take the week off, spend time with your sister, go to that recital you didn’t know he knew about, you checked his forehead with your wrist.

“Are you sick?” You had asked. He gently pushed your wrist off of his forehead, giving you a terse look. 

“Harlan committed suicide last night, the funeral is tomorrow, but after that you should take some time. I need some time.” Your heart broke a bit. Yeah Ransom and Harlan butt heads all the time, but they were practically the same person so it made sense to you that they would fight. Both prideful assholes. 

“I’m so sorry Ransom.” Should you hug him? You didn’t know. You two didn’t have any physical contact really. You’d never seen him hug anyone. So no, no hugs. “Is there anything I can do for you?” You opted to just gently lay your hand on his wrist. His eyes met yours for a moment, silence. 

“Just come to the funeral.” With that he stood up and walked away. 

That’s why it was so off-putting when the bastard didn’t even show up to the funeral and as you stood there with his sobbing family you figured next time you saw him you were going to spit in his coffee. 

“I haven’t seen him since the day before the funeral.” You admitted to the officers. “He asked me to go, and didn’t even show up.” 

“If we have any other questions we’ll let you know.” And you were released from questioning, but you had so many questions yourself. Arson? Fran? He attempted to murder Marta. Was this worth it? The fucking asshole never had to work for anything in his life, and even now as you stood in the courtroom waiting to see what bail would be set as so you could relay to Linda, you wanted to smack his pretty little face for being such a fucking idiot. 

A bailiff read out the case number and in walked Ransom. You’d never seen him in any outfit that cost less than your rent and here the bastard was, walking in with a black and white striped jumpsuit, the county jail logo stamped in red on the back.  You were the only person that showed up for him. Linda was half waiting for you to text her a dollar amount so she could pay his bail, the other half of her was debating on whether to leave him there or not. At least, that’s what she told you anyway. 

You could only imagine what you looked like to him. Your eyes were puffy and red from just crying in the parking lot for an hour in between getting questioned and coming to his hearing. Before that the detectives had taken you practically from your bed. But you were here, in yoga pants and a sweatshirt, coat pulled over the ratty thing, and snow boots on your feet. It started snowing this morning. 

His eyes caught yours as soon as he entered, but he quickly looked away. It was like a goddamn movie, his wrists cuffed to his waist, a chain leading down to the cuffs around his ankles. 

Ransom Drysdale murdered someone. 

A chill went down your spine, “Bail set at a million dollars.” And a gavel. Cameras clicking behind you. Thirty minutes later you were waiting for his release. You handed a dry cleaning bag with clothes to the officer at the front desk. 

Ransom Drysdale murdered someone. 

It wasn’t long before the secure, thick, metal door behind the metal detectors opened and Ransom was walking through it back to you. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, quickly circling to the desk to get his phone, wallet, and keys back. The garment bag was shoved back in your hands containing the clothes he was wearing when he was arrested, and then he was out the doors of the county jail, speed walking to your car. His was taken in as evidence. 

You used your key fob to unlock the car, Ransom wordlessly climbing in the passenger seat and slamming the door behind him as you settled in the driver’s. This was uncomfortable. You drove in silence for a minute, awkwardly leaning over to turn on the radio. The song only played for a second before Ransom leaned over, smacking the button to turn it off again. 

“Just say it.” He spat out at you. Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. 

“Say what, Ransom?” You were scared of him now and he could tell. He breathed harshly through his nose. You could feel his eyes on you. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I did it? Why I did it? Yell at me for being a fucking idiot?” He threw his hands up in frustration. There was a beat of silence more, “Say something.” 

“I don’t know what to say!” You really didn’t. What do you even say? You’ve been cursing him for a while. In your head. Cursing him since you left the interrogation earlier. You didn’t know what any of this meant for your job, if you’ll be able to keep your sister in school, if you’ll be able to even afford the apartment you two live in right now. And all because Ransom wasn’t getting anymore fucking money from his Grandfather the fucking prick. 

“Anything. Fucking say…” He leaned over in his seat, growing close to you. “Are you scared of me?” He smirked. Not in his, I’m playing with you and getting my way, smirk. And not in his, I’m making you weirdly uncomfortable and it really gets me off, smirk. But some sick sinister type of smirk that made your stomach roll. 

“You fucking murdered someone Ransom.” You said between clenched teeth. He studied you for a minute before settling back in his seat. Silence took over until you made it to the front door of his house. Lawyers should be coming by in about an hour to start working on his case, his parents should be here soon as well seeing as they were backing all of this. 

“You think I would hurt you?” Ransom asked as he stripped himself of his coat, purposefully letting it fall to the floor just so you’d have to pick it up. You left it there. He turned to look at you, still in the doorway of his house. “I killed Fran because I had to.” He spat. “It was for the bigger fucking picture. You want to be paid don’t you? You like having money right?”

“Your Mom pays me Ransom.” You stated calmly. His voice was escalating in volume as he continued.

“So fucking what? Who bought you that fucking coat, huh?” He was talking about the expensive wool coat you are currently wearing. He bought it for you after seeing that your old bubble coat had stuffing pouring out of the right pocket. You didn’t ask for it. “Who pays for your fucking phone, huh?” You had a month-by-month plan before. Ransom gifted you and your sister iphones sometime in the spring, saying that he needed to be able to reach you without having every call get dropped due to bad reception. Your sister’s was just because they were buy-one-get-one, or so he said. You didn’t ask for it. “And that fucking bracelet on your wrist too? Is my Mom buying you jewelry? Or just me and my fucking Dad?” He was still under the impression that something had gone on between you and his father apparently. 

“That’s it! I’m done.” You yelled back at him. “I fucking quit.”  You stripped the coat off your shoulders and tossed  it on the floor beside his watching his mouth snap shut. You wiggled the bracelet off your wrist and threw that down on top of it before slipping your phone out of the side pocket of your yoga pants and throwing that on the pile. “I’ll mail Julia’s phone back to you.” You still hadn’t stepped foot inside the house, turning to walk back to your car when Ransom’s thundering footsteps could be heard behind you. 

Fuck he was going to kill you. 

It had continued to snow throughout the morning, the soft white stuff still falling heavily from the sky as you rushed to your car, you had to get away. You didn’t make it far before Ransom’s arms wrapped around your body from behind, tugging you tightly to his chest. You let out a loud scream before he covered your mouth with his hand. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispered quickly into your ear. “Please stop, I’m sorry.” His large body was bent over your back as you were crouched over trying to get him to release you, both of you breathing heavily as you settled against him. “Y/N I’m sorry.” He slowly started walking the two of you back toward the house, “I’m not gonna hurt you!” He shouted as you tried to bite his hand. He uncovered your mouth, arms loosening. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” He repeated a little more calmly. 

He brought you back into the house, shutting the door softly behind him. You wanted to leave, eyes tearing up. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? Ransom stood for a moment with his back against the door before peeling the wet socks off of his feet. You hadn’t realized that he took his shoes off when he originally came in. His feet were bright red from the cold. You glanced to your left at the knife block there, slowly backing away. 

“No, no, no, I’m not going to hurt you.” He sunk down to his knees. He looked like a fucking idiot, face flushed from the cold, kneeling in front of the door. He slowly made his way over to you, not rising from his knees, shuffling forward with his hands open and facing you. Your heart was racing as he stopped at your feet, slowly moving his arms to wrap around your waist, burying his face in your ratty old college sweatshirt. 

He was hugging you. Actually hugging you, on his knees, face turned into your belly. You could have sworn he whispered, “Please don’t go.” But you couldn’t be sure. 

A pot of coffee was made, coats picked up, and floor mopped before the lawyers and his parents arrived. The only evidence of your earlier fight was the absence of the cartier bracelet you refused to put back on. It sat heavily in Ransom’s pants pocket. Their discussion was loud in the living room and no one looked up as you lay the coffee and finger foods on the coffee table, Ransom’s cup unmade for him out of spite. As you turned to make your way back to the kitchen, Richard’s hand shot out to grab you harm, halting your movements, 

“Grab me some Macallan for me, would you sweetheart?” Your eyes flit over to Ransom, who’s jaw twitched, sharing a look with you before looking back to his lawyers and mother. 

This was none of your business, but you needed to know what your future was going to look like. Were you out of a job? If Ransom went to prison there would be no one to babysit. So yeah, you would be. He admitted on tape to arson and murder. Pre-meditated arson was minimum of 10 years, Murder was 30 years. He’s looking at at least 40 years in prison. He would be an old man before he was even allowed parole. 

The group grew silent, or you couldn’t hear them as you started dinner for that evening. You were sure the four of them would be staying. “Y’N, would you come here please?” That was Linda. 

You made your way over to the group, shuffling nervously in your wool socks. “Yes Mrs. Drysdale?” Linda smiled, 

“It’s back to Thrombey now, but that’s another issue.” Hmmm. “If I was willing to pay you…. Say four times what you’re making now, would you take Ransom’s house arrest? That is, if we are able to work the judge down to that.” 

“House arrest?” You looked to Ransom confused, he wasn’t meeting your eyes. “Murder and Arson-”

“The only proof they have is the recording, the only thing they’re going to be able to pin on Mr. Drysdale here would be the attempted murder of the nurse.” A chill went down your spine, 

“You tried to kill Marta too?” You asked Ransom, incredulously. He didn’t respond, popping a cube of cheese into his mouth. His lawyers made you uncomfortable, they were definitely sleazy and you knew money could get you far in the justice system. If that recording was 75% of the evidence against Ransom and it was suddenly and accidentally destroyed, they would only have what was actually witnessed. 

“Well, would you?” Linda asked again. 

“I uhm… I have a sister who lives with me, I can’t just-”

“I’m sure there’s someone else who can take care of her. How long would it be for?” She looked to the lawyers, “Two or three years?” This was impossible. You couldn’t. Linda looked back at you. “How about this…” She leaned over and clasped your hands softly. “We will pay for your sister’s school, her housing, everything she needs while you’re doing this for us, and you’ll still get paid what I originally offered.”

“If Ransom gets house arrest?” You asked. 

“Yes ‘if’.” She was selling it hard. Julia could stay with your aunt. She didn’t live far from where the two of you currently reside. The majority of your income went to her school, books, clothes, rent, and groceries. Having all of that taken care of would mean you’d be getting four times your current salary and not having to spend any of it. Just for a couple years. 

“If Ransom gets house arrest,” you looked over at him, his eyes briefly meeting yours, studying you it felt like, “If he does, I will do what you need me to do. But I don’t even know how-” Linda’s hands quickly released yours. 

“We will figure that out when the time comes,” Linda has a shit eating grin on her face, “Write up a contract.” Directed at the lawyers, “Now, how are we going to get our hands on that recording?” That’s it. You were dismissed until they needed you again. 

“Why would you do that?” Ransom asked you. Everyone had left a little bit ago, you were busy washing the dishes, knowing as soon as this task was finished you’d be able to go home and this day from hell would be over. 

“Do what?” There was a piece of cheese melted on the side of the casserole dish that wouldn’t fucking come off. 

“Agree to take my punishment?” You paused in your scrubbing, 

“That’s if they actually settle on house arrest.” You finally unwedged the cheese, rinsing off the casserole dish and placing it in the dishwasher. 

“Hmpf.” Ransom had been cold and distant since he burrowed his head into your belly. Has to make up for his extreme weakness then. “But why?” He asked again.

You turned to him, eyes staring directly into his. You watched him fiddling with the gold bracelet you had taken off earlier, it was in his hand down by his side. “It’s what you said earlier right?” You scoffed, removing the rubber gloves from your hands and throwing them in the sink. You walked closer to him, not breaking eye contact. “Because I need the fucking money.” 

The two of you didn’t talk for the rest of the weekend. Usually there was texting here and there, ‘Where are my grey socks, the ones I usually wear with the navy Ralph Lauren slacks?’ or ‘Next week when you meal prep for my weekend can you make me this?’ with a link to a recipe. ‘Pick me up a pack of magnums on your way in.’ Fuck you. 

You got him regular Trojans. 

Monday was Christmas luckily enough, and you knew you weren’t going in. Ransom didn’t even text you to see where you were. His account was rapidly depleting funds, you checked every once in a while. 

234.72 ETRN-STD

523.50 DRNK

435.62 HAWTHNE

The list went on. Multiple spots a day over the weekend. That’s who he was going to be now, the old fucking white dude who sits at a bar all day hitting on girls uncomfortably too young. How many giggling 18 year olds would you kick out crying and screaming the next day? Disgusting.  

“Do you have them?” Them meaning the cookies that were currently at the bottom of your reusable Aldi bag. Your sister, Julia, was off to your right, setting a pot with water on the stove to boil. It was Christmas, just the two of you, and with the aftermath of everything that was going on with the Thrombey/Drysdale clan, you were happy to get some time off to relax. You might even push it so that you wouldn’t have to work tomorrow. We’ll see if Ransom texts you. 

“Of course I do.” This bag has been in your closet all weekend. There’s a bakery near your apartment that your Mom would take you to all the time, every time you got an A, won a game, gotten an award. Everything they made reminded you of her, and it was something you craved more than anything. Every Christmas they would make these fresh baked cookie packs with all kinds, chocolate chip, double chocolate chunk, snicker doodle, gingerbread, white chocolate macadamia, chocolate and peanut butter. 

Every Christmas, after dinner, you and your sister would slouch in front of the TV with scalding hot cups of hot chocolate and devour almost the whole box. Every year except last year when at the time your sister was home alone watching The Grinch you were in a car with Ransom going over a hundred miles an hour and scared for your life. This Christmas, Ransom would not be getting between the two of you, food was cooking, lights in the living room were dimmed. The tree was all lit up and the presents you had exchanged earlier that morning sat unwrapped beneath it. 

Christmas music was playing softly on the tv as you heard someone knock on your front door. 

“Coming!” You yelled. It wasn’t uncommon for a neighbor to have forgotten something, sugar, butter, milk, that they needed for dinner. It wasn’t uncommon for you to answer your door without looking through the peephole. What was uncommon was Ransom Drysdale standing sheepishly on the other side. His cheeks, nose, and eyes were red. The cheeks and nose from the cold, the eyes probably from the alcohol you could smell on him. You sighed heavily, feeling a headache coming on, “What are you doing here?” 

“Bar called me an uber and I didn’t want to go home.” He explained quickly, words slurring slightly. 

“Your parents-”

“Fuck my parents!” He yelled, you quickly shushed him, looking down the halls to see if anyone was peeking out into the hallway. “Fuck my parents.” He said quietly. 

“Ransom…” You sighed, stepping out into the hall, closing the door softly behind you. “What do you want?” His eyes were glazed, he shrugged dumbly, swaying forward. “Okay big guy,” I guess this is happening, “Come on.” You quietly ushered him inside, shutting the door softly behind you. 

“Who is it? Oh, woah.” Julia’s eyes bugged out of her head, shifting over to you. ‘Murderer’ she mouthed. 

“Go set the table.” You ushered Ransom over to the small table that could barely seat the two of you let alone a third, quickly brewing a pot of coffee and keeping an eye on your sister who was scared to get to close to him. “He’s harmless Julia.” You reassured her, or were you reassuring yourself so that you didn’t feel like such a bad guardian, letting a murderer into your home. He was past angry drunk Ransom, which is probably why the bar kicked him out, he was sad Ransom right now. You’d never seen him cry but this was probably the closest you were going to get to it. He was quiet, sat in the chair just staring as you and your sister finished dinner. 

You poured him a cup of coffee and a glass of water, hoping to sober him up enough that you could safely send him home later on. The three of you sat down to eat. Ransom staring listlessly out the window. You made him a plate and told him to eat. And he did. You told him to finish his water. And he did. You told him to finish his coffee. And he did. This was almost terrifying. He hadn’t said anything since ‘fuck my parents’, and he looked dead on his feet. 

“Send him home,” Your sister pleaded. The man hadn’t moved. Cleanup had already started and finished, he was still nursing the third glass of water you’d given him. Cookies were warming in the oven. His eyes were less glassy now. He was slowly sobering up. The large helping of mashed potatoes and three bread rolls he ate didn’t hurt either. 

“He’s my boss, I can’t really kick him out.” You explained, “Let me get him sober enough that I know he’s okay and then he’ll go home.” She rolled her eyes at you, stirring the pot of hot chocolate on the stove, adding more chunks of chocolate to melt. Ransom, still unspeaking, didn’t protest when you moved him into the living room, setting him up in the recliner with his own cup of hot chocolate and three cookies, before snuggling down with your sister and watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You moved only once when he tapped the mug against your arm. 

More.

“I’ve never done anything.” He said. “Never went to college, barely graduated high school.” He was rambling to himself, maybe to you? “I’ve spent the entirety of my adult years inside someone’s cunt.” 

“Alright, Julia. Time for bed.” You ignored her whining protests. The movie wasn’t over yet. “Please?” You begged her. She hated Ransom. You knew this. She knows you know this. ‘All he does is take you from me.’ is what she once said to you. Just to treat you like shit. 

“I have no money.” Ransom’s eyes met yours. “None.” 

“I know Ransom.” He scoffed. 

“I’m no better off than you now.” 

“You still have your house. I’d say you are still better off.” You started cleaning up around him, letting the asshole sit in his self-pity. 

“C’mere.” It was a quiet request. The Grinch was packing up his sleigh in the background. You dropped the two mugs you were holding onto the counter, circling back to the recliner. Ransom’s hand came out soft, wrapping around your forearm and gently guiding you to sit in his lap.

“Ransom, I don’t think this is appropriate.” You tried to pull away, heartbeat beginning to pick up. His still bloodshot eyes raised to meet yours. 

“Please hold me.” Fuck. What were you supposed to do with that? Heart melting you sunk into his lap, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in tight. It was quiet for a while. Sitting with the credits rolling, Ransom’s arms wrapped around your waist while yours were wrapped around his shoulders. Comforting him from whatever crisis he was currently going through. 

“Marta ruined everything” He whispered into your neck. 

“No Ransom, you did.” 

2020

The trial, fuck me, the trial. The whole fucking family showed to watch Ransom crash and burn and get exactly what he deserved. Well that and to stare down Marta Cabrera who sat with the prosecution in some shiny new digs, a stunning gold cartier bracelet on her wrist. That was familiar. Ransom’s cheap bought apology. There was a tension there, you knew. He always had a thing for ‘the help’. You wondered if that’s where he had been this past week. But it’s strange isn’t it? This whole situation. It was unsettling and for some reason you felt irreversibly used.  

“I knew the knife was a prop.” And that was that. Audio recording gone, attempted murder charge whittled down to aggravated assault. A slap on the wrist. Two years of house arrest. And here you were, in Ransom’s home with a fucking house arrest bracelet making your ankle itch. Unfucking believable. Ransom had sat in the courtroom, head raised, armani suit, legs crossed and body relaxed. He knew he was getting out of this from the minute he walked in. 

The Thrombey trial that was supposedly going to last three months only lasted a week. You still had a job, and in a remarkable turn of events Linda Drysdale and their legal team got exactly what they predicted. 

“I’m going out.” Was the first thing Ransom told you as you unpacked your clothes. He had half thought to buy you a bed and a small dresser that he haphazardly got someone to shove between his Pam Anderson Baywatch poster and the unplugged Space Invaders original arcade console. This was a 90s teenage boy’s dream bedroom. And now it was yours. He didn’t give you much time to respond and he was gone. 

They say that you never really know someone until you live with them. And you’ve never felt that saying more true. Ransom was a fucking asshole. 

During your previous employment schedule you would come in at 9 am with breakfast and let him know of anything he needed to do that day, if his Mom needed him for whatever reason, events his was scheduled to go to, dates he promised he’d keep. He’d let you know what to cancel and what he would get ready for, and then you were off. Cleaning and maintaining the home to the best of your ability, binge watching tv shows, trying new recipes from pinterest. 

Ransom was disgusting. 

Clothes discarded all over his floor, bedroom, living room, hallways. Beard trimmings all over the sink and what you would hopefully assume were more beard trimmings lining the bottom of his shower. You really didn’t want to think about Ransom’s pubic hair situation. He would do things like take his coffee mugs into his room or into the study and leave like a sip left in each one, letting it sit there until the milk began to curdle. Wet towels shoved into corners and every morning when you went in to make his bed it was like he was running in his sleep, loose and fitted scrunched in the corner of the foot board, duvet thrown off and pillows with half off shams. 

He was doing this shit on purpose. 

And you hated him for it. 

It wasn’t long after the trial that he began a steady routine. Gym, breakfast, some puttering around the house, making plans and then he would go out. And that’s when we come to this, 

“He said he would be back and we would have breakfast together.” The girl was pretty, but her voice was annoying. 

“I’m one hundred percent sure he did not say that.” You stood with arms crossed in the doorway, watching her fix her face in the mirror propped against his bedroom wall. An old antique thing that didn’t match with the decor of the house at all. 

“Hmpf.” She glared at you, “Fine, when he gets back, we’ll see who is right.” This was before you became practiced at this kind of thing. 

You felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your jeans, 

Is she gone yet? 

Fucking prick. 

“I’ll have him call you when he gets in,” You explained, “He has a lot to do today, I’m sure if he said you’ll go out for breakfast it’ll probably be another day.” 

“I said.” She stepped up to you, “I’m staying.” Fuck. You rolled your eyes and walked past her into the room, 

Not leaving, come deal with her yourself

He had been waiting down the street like a psycho, waiting to see her leave so he can come back home, but it’s not really working out in his favor. You could feel her eyes on you as you made the bed and picked his laundry up from the floor, tossing them two feet away into the laundry basket you left in his bathroom in hopes he would actually use it. The socks left discarded beside it was a clear message of disregard, a ‘fuck you’ from a petulant child. 

You could hear the door slam downstairs. Great, you looked at the girl who was scrolling through her phone curled up in the reading chair in the corner of his room, he’s pissed. You could hear his stomping feet climb the stairs and the girl looked up from her phone hopeful towards the door. 

“Alright, time to go.” He huffed, coming into view. The girl stood from the chair, shifting over towards him and trying to wrap her arms around his neck. “Nope. Let’s go, your uber is here.” 

“But, I-” She began, you could see tears welling up in her eyes and you began to feel bad for her. 

You were never one to have one night stands. You had one serious boyfriend when you were in college, but when your Mom got sick you had ended it and moved back home. You hadn’t dated or been with anyone else since. You just didn’t have the time. That being said, this girl honestly thought Ransom had a heart. She was naive and young, younger than you. Your heart hurt for her, but honestly, no one should be with Ransom anyway. 

His birthday dinner had soon come and gone. Linda and Richard sat around the dinner table eating Ransom’s favorite foods you’d spent the day cooking for him. Drinking whiskey and wine, Ransom’s glass never empty. You’d had a few glasses yourself with the tapas style dinner you’d put together. A beautifully iced spice cake sitting on the counter with unlit candles for dessert. 

This was the night that Ransom blew up on you for the last time. The night he cried into your neck, drunk and unstable. Clutching desperately at your body for comfort, burying himself against you all touch starved and needy. This was more intense than last Christmas where his dry eyed stare begged you to hold him in an uncommon moment of weakness. 

He was so hard to read sometimes and you were never quite sure where you stood. You knew you really hated him sometimes, other times… not so much. The more you knew his parents, the more you understood why Ransom was an ungrateful shit to begin with. You almost couldn’t blame him for how he turned out.

Almost. 

“Help me with this.” He stood in the doorway to the small office he never used. It was pretty much just for show. A large wooden ornate desk, his macbook, and a bookshelf full of books you know he probably never read. Including the ones penned by his own Grandfather. 

There were beginnings here. Multi-colored post its lined the desk, laptop left on the seat of one of the chairs in the room. 

“What is this?” You asked him, fingers plucking a post-it from the desk,

Crime of Passion?

He had been watching a lot of true crime documentaries lately. It didn’t help but creep you out. This man, a murderer, suddenly extremely into serial killers and murder itself. 

“I’m going to write a book.” He explained. His face was in a grin, almost giddy. 

“A book.” You looked at him incredulously. Your eyes drifted over to Harlan’s novels sitting stacked on another chair, spines finally cracked and pages thumbed through, sticky tabs stuck throughout the pages. You pointed to them, “A book?”

“Yeah,” He gestured around to the post-its, “What do you think?” It’ll keep him busy that’s for sure. You sighed, sticking the post-it back on the desk and looked at him. He was waiting, expectantly, why did he care what you thought about this?

“Is it gonna be about Fran?” You asked awkwardly, he scoffed,

“No, I’m gonna write books like my Grandfather wrote,” He plucked a post-it from the desk, showing you,

Wife murders husband?

“I’m gonna write a mystery novel.” 

He was good. You couldn’t lie about that. And you wouldn’t. This was a strange thing. The routine changed. Gym, breakfast, writing, lunch, writing, dinner, and then he would go out. His mind was moving faster than his fingers could and you were left reading a new chapter or two every night. You’d once loved Harlan’s novels. Your Mother was obsessed with them. It was partially why you had even taken the job tutoring Meg in the first place, but you know what they say. Never meet your heroes. 

Harlan was kind in some ways, funny, but proud. His pride is what eventually killed him you’ve found out. The medicine Ransom had switched wasn’t his cause of death, his refusal for help was. 

Ransom was as good as he was, better even. 

“He’s got a lot of me in him,” Harlan said to you once, “He could have everything I’ve ever had if he would pull his head out of his ass.” 

This was promising. 

You were honestly afraid when Ransom first said he would be writing a novel. What if he wasn’t a good writer? Could you really lie and try to support him even though it was absolute garbage? You supposed you would have to. You were relieved to find out that it was unnecessary. 

He slipped a red pen into your hand when handing you this last chapter, the book almost finished. “I want to see how you react to everything,” He explained, the book was coming to the climax, you were a chapter away from the big reveal and the aftermath, his hands gently massaged your shoulders before he bent at the waist, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you sat on the sofa. “Do you like it?” His hot breath brushed against your ear, a tingle went down your spine. 

“Ransom,” Your hand came up to lay over his forearm, brushing the skin with your thumb, “It’s amazing.” You could almost feel the grin that stretched across his face, he turned, pressing his face into your hair where you could swear he laid a soft kiss before releasing you. 

“Of course it is,” Here we go, “I’m a fucking Thrombey.” His fucking smirk. That's what he left you with, returning to his office to pound out the last two chapters. 

It was a process. The editing, printing, shipping off to multiple publishers. He got replies after a month. 

Eager replies. 

Whatever Ransom wanted, Ransom got. The lucky bastard stayed lucky.

“Look Babe.” Ransom dropped a heavy box on the table in front of you, “Look at this shit.” He grabs a knife from the block on the counter, slipping it under the packing tape to open the box revealing glossy black covers. He first fucking novel. There. Printed. A picture of a fireplace, chair facing it, empty. A blood soaked carpet. He picked one from the box, opening it. And there in the forward, the dedication, Harlan’s name…

...and yours. 

“Don’t get all big headed about it kid.” He smirked. Your heart was racing in your chest. 

“Why would you…” Your fingers gently traced the letters of your name, there in print, as it would be on every copy sold. 

“Wouldn’t have been able to write it without you being chained to my house, only seems fair.” He shrugged. “We can call it even.” You scoffed,

“Dedicating your book to me hardly makes my doing your house arrest for you even Ransom.” He smirked again, flipping through the pages, seeing his words in bold print. 

“I think it’s plenty fair,” Okay, now you wanted to smack him, “You live here for free, you eat here for free, and you get paid pretty well to do so.” His devilish eyes met yours over the top of the book he was still thumbing through. “If anything you’re still ahead because you’re the kept woman of a bestselling author.” 

“A kept woman?” You dropped the book onto the table. “I’m not your fucking whore Ransom.” 

“Not yet.” Audibly you made noise of protest, internally your core thrummed with heat. 

“Never.” You packed up your tablet and the new book, attempting to walk around him to go sit out by the fire pit for a while. His large hand gently grabbed your upper arm, tugging you into his body, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, your arms trapped between you.

“Tell me you’re proud of me.” He whispered into your hair, his voice suddenly soft, heartbreaking. 

“I am proud of you Ransom.” You shifted your belongings to your left hand, tugging your right from against his chest to wrap around his torso. “I’m very proud of you.” 

Book published, royalties rolling in, Ransom was making his own money now. He was more cocky than ever. Proud. The, I-don’t-need-you-anymore-mom, attitude. But can you still pay my babysitter? The girls came more easily than ever before, not that they didn’t come easy before the bestseller. 

Every. Night. 

Sometimes two girls were leaving in the morning, gently ushered out the door with promises of a phone call and a, “I’ll let him know.” It made you feel dirty, betraying almost. Like you were supposed to be on these girl’s side instead of cleaning up after Ransom’s mess. 

You could gag. The milky condoms, two of them, tossed haphazardly aside on the hardwood floor of Ransom’s bedroom. Disgusting. You could hear him laughing at you now. 

“It could be you,” He says, “Just say the word.” If you weren’t so irritated with Ransom for this very thing your panties would be dripping with the thought. 

He’s sitting at the kitchen island forking soft scrambled eggs into his mouth, cheesy with peppers and onions, the way he likes them, the way you made them, when you come downstairs. “You could at least throw the condoms in the fucking trash Ransom.” He looked up from his eggs to you, peeling off the latex gloves you’d just used, smirking. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Asshole. 

“You’re disgusting.” You begin on the dishes, taking a sip of your now lukewarm coffee. You hear the stool scoot back against the floor, “That wasn’t an invitation.” You said, hearing his approach. His arms wrapped around your middle as you began to scrub. His head rested on your shoulder. 

“You love me.” He slowly rocked your body side to side, “You love how disgusting I am.” You tried to shrug him off of you, but he held you tighter. Since last Christmas when you curled up in his lap and held him for two hours until he was sober enough to leave you he’d been slowly getting more and more affectionate with you. He was touch starved, hungry for it. The intimacy of holding and being held. 

You didn’t picture Linda as much of a hugger.

The house was decorated. It was the least he could do for you really. This was the first Christmas since your Mother died that you and your sister wouldn’t be completing your tradition, but you tried not to think about it. Ransom humored you just after Thanksgiving, bringing home a fake Christmas tree, ornaments and lights. You’d ordered a couple of extras online and three stockings were on the mantle, Christmas lights lined the windows giving the house a warm glow. 

“I’m sending everyone in my family a copy.” He told you, “a signed copy.” Of his book. Rubbing their noses in it. The book has firmly held the number one spot on the New York Times Bestseller List for weeks. Already over a million copies have been sold. Whether its due to the fame of the not-murder trial or Harlan’s legacy you couldn’t be sure, but even without those things the book was incredibly good. 

Ransom could have made it on his own, a long time ago. 

“You don’t think that’s a little crass?” He released you long enough for you to finish loading the dishwasher, watching you place the pod of soap and shut it like he didn’t realize that’s actually what you’re supposed to do. 

“Fuck them,” He scoffed, “They’ve always hated me.” 

“To be fair,” You turned to the soft sweater clad man leaning against the kitchen island, “You’re an asshole.” 

He smirked, “Yeah, but that’s why I’m so charming.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

It could almost be domestic. The way things were now. So different from before. Yeah Ransom was still bringing a new girl home almost every night and sure you could hear them fuck from your bed on the other side of the wall, but for the most part it was always just the two of you. 

His parents never ventured out here much anymore, since his book was published he had a deadline for the next book that needed to be completed so he wrote almost every day now, sometimes for hours. You made his every meal, on the odd occasion you’d order out. Sometimes when he needed a break he would come sit on the sofa with you as you watched whatever show you were currently obsessed with. One time you walked in on him watching Love Island by himself and you hadn’t let him live it down yet, maybe not ever. 

He grew soft, sweet almost. A kiss against your palm. Hugs from behind as you worked at the stove. A snuggle of feet under his thigh as you watched Miracle on 34th Street by a crackling fire. Wordlessly anticipating each others needs. It spoke to a high level of intimacy. Something you both chose to ignore. 

It was nice. 

He didn’t go out on Christmas Eve. Not only because his usual bar was closing earlier than normal because of the holiday, he assured you, but because he wanted to stay in. Snow was falling thick outside, a foot of it already blanketed on the ground. To tell the truth you didn’t want him to go out in this weather anyway. You knew he was willing to drive a little drunk and he didn’t exactly obey speed limits. It was safer here. 

You were still reeling from the argument you had with your sister earlier in the night. You called her to see what she was doing, but she was at a friends house and wanted nothing to do with you. Since the house arrest you haven’t exactly been on speaking terms. She wasn’t Ransom’s biggest fan and didn’t really understand why you needed to do this. You could kind of blame it on yourself for her having no idea how much money you needed to keep her in school, her cello and lessons weren’t cheap and nor are the electronics she seemed so attached to. This two year sentence you were playing out for Ransom would put you in the green, far in the green, so far in the green that you were willing to put up with all his petty bullshit and be okay with your sister hating you if it meant your futures were secure. 

After all this was over, you might just be able to go back to school. 

“Are you hungry?” You removed your feet from their spot beneath his thigh, grabbing both of your now empty mugs, padding over to the kitchen. Your stomach had just begun to growl. The stew you had simmering on the stove was ready to eat. 

“Yeah,” Ransom replied, not turning away from the television. Santa’s trial had just began. It was a strange thing, having him watch classic Christmas movies, soft in sweats and a comical christmas sweater you jokingly bought him. “I look good in anything.” He said. He wasn’t lying. 

You poured two bowls full, bringing over a plate with some crusty bread he was kind enough to go out and grab for you earlier in the day. “Thank you,” He said softly as he took the bowl from your hands, eyes still not moving from the screen. He quickly spooned some into his mouth, 

“It’s hot.” You said, his only reaction being trying to rapidly cool it in his mouth, his tongue probably burned. He gave you a glare, before resting the bowl on the coffee table. This could almost be a relationship. The two of you together. In this oddly domestic moment. He was the only man in your life right now, it wasn’t like you had many options for seeking others. 

That’s why you would get so hot and bothered with him. And that’s the only reason. 

He had never seen A Miracle on 34th Street before. You’d think with how old fashioned Harlan was he would have at least seen it once or twice, but then again, any time spent together as a family was always strained and argumentative. 

Even when he was a kid though? He was the first grandchild. His mother was the first child of Harlan. You were sure when he was a child he was spoiled rotten, more toys than he could play with, never wanting for anything. But that wasn’t exactly true. The touch starved trust-fund baby didn’t get the one thing kids need the most, more than presents, toys, electronics. Real genuine love. 

His Mother loved him to an extent. It’s why you were the one on house arrest instead of him, but she thought loving him meant giving him whatever he wants. When we all know that’s not what kids want. They want to be told no, given structure, rules. How many times have you gotten into arguments with your sister because you didn’t allow her to go roam the streets at night without supervision or give her money for some stupid thing she wouldn’t be even bothered with in two weeks?

But you could also see how no one really knows how to raise a child and you just try your best. Having Harlan for a Father couldn’t have been easy. 

Under the tree that you’d decorated and in the stockings you’d hung were presents. Ransom had everything he’d ever wanted, but you couldn’t help but want him to have something to open tomorrow morning. Granted it wouldn’t be much, but it’s the thought that counts. In the fridge you already have most of what will go into tomorrow’s dinner made. Hopefully your sister thinks about your extended invitation and Ransom can go pick her up at some point tomorrow. You missed her, a lot. Your heart ached with wishes that she was here right now. 

Ransom’s eyes had gotten shifty. The movie was coming to an end and his bowl was empty. “Did you want more?” You asked him, thinking that would be the cause of his shiftiness, maybe indecisive? 

“No.” He cleared his throat, “I’m not going to be home for dinner tomorrow.” You weren’t sure you heard that properly.

“You’re not going to be home….” You started, picking his bowl up from the coffee table and standing, “For dinner on Christmas?” 

He was scared to tell you, that’s cute. Your body was bristling with anger as you took the stew off the stove to cool before you could properly store it. He didn’t move from his spot on the couch. 

“My Mother wants me to go to this dinner with-” 

“So every other time your Mother wants you to do something it’s ‘fuck you’ and ‘eat shit’, but when we’ve already made plans for tomorrow and my sister-” You felt tears prickle in your eyes. “What the fuck Ransom?” His face was stoic from the couch. 

“Why does it matter?” He asked, “I stayed home tonight!”

“And that makes up for it?” You stood at the kitchen counter, staring across the room at him. “I already started on dinner, Ransom. You couldn’t have maybe said something while I was prepping all of this?” You gestured to the fridge. He shrugged. 

“I didn’t know that was all for tomorrow.” His face still betrayed no expression. 

“She can come here,” You offered, “We can have dinner here.” His eyes shifted away from yours to watch the rolling credits. 

“She doesn’t want to.” He stood from the couch, rounding towards the tree slowly, searching. 

“Why not?” He was being shady about this, the whole situation was strange. “I already have all of this food prepared and I can’t pick up Julia myself… Ransom?” 

“She doesn’t like being around you.” He stated honestly, he picked a box out among the presents under the tree, eyes meeting yours as he fumbled with it. 

“What?” You get it. She’s technically your employer. But she’s never had any issue dropping in for dinner or putting you to work on some task for herself. 

“Listen,” He came closer to where you still stood, your chest tightening. “Y/N, I hate my family-”

“Then why are you going to-”

“I have to do this.” His cheeks were flushed, you could tell he was uncomfortable. “My therapist… I don’t want to do this.” He slid the box across the counter top. “I don’t want to go, but I have to.” 

“Is this supposed to make me feel better about it?” You scoffed, picking up the gold wrapped box. His mouth opened and then quickly shut without speaking. You sighed heavily, a headache coming on. “I’ve got nothing, Ransom. All I wanted to do tomorrow was spend some time with my family and if you’re not going to be around…” 

“I know, I can maybe go pick your sister up in the morning?” He offered. Your eyes watery, staring at him. He doesn’t get it. Your heart was aching a bit. 

“You’re such an asshole.” You spat, leaving the present still wrapped in front of you, thumbing the thick wrapping paper. 

“I know.” He swallowed. 

“What does your therapist want you to do?” You never talked about what went on in his therapy sessions. He was too closed off after them, drank too heavily, lashed out too easily. You’d let him slowly work through his refractory period and let him cozy up to you once he was feeling better. 

Ransom felt awkward, you could feel it. He was uncomfortable. 

“Why does this matter so much to you?” He asked. He was turning. He got too emotional. “It doesn’t matter what I have to do or where I have to do it. I said I would go pick Julia up, I’m giving you what you want.” 

“Fine.” You were staring each other down. “I’ll let her know you’ll be there to get her around noon and then you can go have dinner with the people you hate.” He rolled his eyes, 

“I don’t know what you think this is, Y/N.” He scoffed, “You still work for me, we’re not playing house here.” 

“Then stop making me.” You spat back at him, both of you in a similar stance, hands gripping the edge of the stone counter top. 

“I’m not making you do anything.” There was a rage growing in his eyes. 

“You are, Ransom. I take care of you like you’re my own fucking child. I clean up all of your messes, I cook all of your fucking food, I do everything for you.” 

“I don’t ask you to.”

“You don’t have to! You literally just expect it of me.” You yelled. 

“Because it’s your job.” He laughed, throwing his hands into the air. “I have no loyalty to you Y/N. None.” Fine.

Fine.

You hated him. You fucking hated him. You were doing all of this for him. And you’ve never felt more dumb in your life. The house arrest bracelet on your ankle felt heavier than ever. It itches like mad. 

“Fuck you Ransom.” You rounded the counter, moving towards the stairs when he grabbed your arm. 

“Take the gift.” He slapped the box into your hand. 

“I don’t want the fucking gift, Hugh.” He looked taken aback for a moment.

“Don’t call me that.” His hand fell from your arm, stepping closer to you. 

“That’s what you want, right?” You asked, “You want me to do all of these things for you and take care of you and fucking hold you when you need comfort but when I’m fucking trying to make things easier for you, you’re all the sudden ‘I have no loyalty to you.” 

“Wait a fucking minute,” He growled, “I take care of you too. Who the fuck buys all the shit you want on a fucking whim? You’re in the mood for curry, I get you curry. You make a comment about how you really want to decorate for Christmas and who fucking gets you everything you need to do that? You say that you really want to get into fucking knitting and who gets you all the fucking shit you need to fucking knit?” 

“Buying me things doesn’t mean you care about me Ransom.” You shook the box in your hand for emphasis. “All I wanted to know is what your therapist wants you to do tomorrow, you can go have dinner with your Mother. It’s fine. I just wanted you to fucking open up to me.” 

“I am open with you!” He yells, “You know more about me than anyone else in my fucking life, it’s hard for me okay? I can never escape you, you’re always fucking there. I don’t get to fucking-” He placed his hands on his hips, turning from you. He let out a heavy, slow breath. Calming himself down. “I don’t want to go tomorrow, trust me Y/N, I really don’t, but I have to.” His eyes met yours, softer this time. 

You felt like some part of you was being irrational. This dinner might help his growth. Whatever milestone he was reaching with his therapist, this could be really good for him. But you also felt a little selfish, you wanted him here, with you. You felt more like his family than anyone else. Or at least, he felt more like your family and he should be here to spend Christmas with his family. You knew he felt at least somewhat the same, if the gifts addressed to Julia under the tree from him were anything to go by. You wanted him here, but he wasn’t yours. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, the tears that were once threatening to spill, now did. “It’s fine.” Your head was pounding. “It’s fine.” 

“I know it’s not,” He said softly. “But we can maybe do presents and lunch before I go,” He gestured towards the tree. “I should be back in time for the Grinch.” You were shaking a bit as he approached you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly against his body. “I’m sorry baby.” He was so warm, a little sweaty from arguing, but warm. “I’ll make it up to you.” A soft whisper into your hair. 

The little gold box was soon opened, a new rose gold cartier bracelet slipped onto your wrist and Ransom left you and your sister the next day wearing the sweater you had so carefully knit for him. 

2021

Your breath hitched in your throat, back arching, a loud moan breaking from your lungs. How was he so good at this? Ransom’s tongue was at work between your thighs, large hands cradling your hips, burying his face in your moist heat. You were so close to cumming. And he knew it. 

“Oh god,” you moaned, bucking your hips into his face as you rode your orgasm until your body was too sensitive to continue, Ransom moving his attentions to press his lips sloppily against your thighs before making his way up your body. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he lamented as he pressed his lips to your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, parting your thighs fully around his hips to tease your opening with the blunt head of his cock. “So fucking beautiful.” He moaned into your open mouth as he breeches you. 

He felt so fucking good. You’d never get over it, you were sure. Ransom was patient, biding his time. He wasn’t that guy who had to be as deep inside you as possible, chasing his orgasm by stabbing your cervix. Over time he mapped out the location of your g-spot, shifting his hips and cock to brush against the spot with every thrust, working you up and making your eyes roll back in your head. 

Those girls screamed with good reason. Just as you did now. Gushing wet around him as you came for the second time, looking up wantonly into his flushed face, lips swollen from first kissing and then pulling you apart with his tongue. Your fingers curled in his chest hair as he picked up pace, chasing his own release now, your hips lifting off the bed to aid him.

“So fucking good baby,” His eyes screwed shut as he moans, arms trembling, “You fuck me so good baby.” He sat back on his haunches, pulling your hips roughly to his, your sensitive clit grinding against his pubic bone almost bringing you over again as he cums. Hips stuttering into yours as you feel him empty himself into you. 

His head tilted towards the ceiling, eyes dropping to find you, hands still gripping your hips and as much of your ass as he can manage. “I love you.” 

It never gets old. 

He said those words to you ever chance he got. It was as if he was trying to make up for a lifetime without it. Love. 

Early morning sleepy soft kisses, I love you.

Silent breakfast with your feet in his lap, I love you.

Scratching his back as you peered over his shoulder while he was writing, I love you. 

Feet stuffed under his thigh watching Outlander and drinking hot tea, I love you.

Buried deep inside you, panting mouths a breath apart, bodies flushed and sweaty, sheets damp with cum, I love you.

“I think you’re the only person I’ve ever loved.” 

It was intense. His love for you.

He tried hard. He didn’t know how it was supposed to work. A real relationship, a real honest to god loving relationship. But he was trying. 

The first few months of the relationship you gained a lot of new jewelry, a new iPad, clothes, shoes. “You don’t have to buy me things to prove that you love me, Ransom.” 

Then came flowers and lots of them. Sometimes just one, sometimes a bouquet. Regardless there were multiple vases that stayed filled throughout the house, always with fresh flowers never given time to fully wilt. 

After that was the touching. Always some sort of physical contact. Whether you were cuddling on the couch or a blink away from sleep with his ankle wrapped around yours, if you were in a room together there was always some sort of contact. 

Your house arrest bracelet was removed, and a gold anklet replaced it. You were free to leave, live on your own. Move out and back into that shitty apartment with your sister, but this was early days in the newfound relationship with Ransom. 

He’d bought you a house. 

He’s paying for your sisters school.

He’s paying you to still work for him.

It was a Victorian. The house. Not at all like his contemporary cube he knew you despised. A rich dark brown with a large porch. Much too big for just you and your sister, so 6 months after the two of you moved in, Ransom sold his house and moved in too. 

Julia was warming up to him. At first she wasn’t a fan. It took a long time, many dinners with Ransom, ‘family outings’, you hoped she could see the way he treated you now. The way he’s kind of always treated you. Her love was easily bought with the new house, her latest generation iPhone and the fact that she now had a monthly allowance. It didn’t stop you from making her get an after school job at the school library though. 

Now with a house of your own, you were doing something you’d always dreamed of. Watching Ransom try to hang Christmas lights. 

“I’ll just pay someone to do it,” He offered, looking skeptically at the boxes you had placed on the dining room table, “I’m not going up there to do it.” 

But there he was, up there doing it while you looked up at him from the bottom of the ladder. “This is the fucking worst.” He exclaimed, taking the light clips and attaching them to the roof. “Why are we doing this?” 

“Because you love me and you want to make me happy.” You laughed. He rolled his eyes, squinting against the sun. 

“I’m not so sure,” He attached a few more clips within reach before steadily climbing down the ladder. “I think you’re trying to kill me.” 

“I’m the beneficiary on your life insurance right?” You jokingly asked as his feet hit the ground. He laughed at your bad joke, 

“I think that’s in pretty poor taste, but…” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Yes.” 

“Julia should be home soon and then we can decorate the tree,” You wrapped your arms around his middle, capturing his lips with your own, “And make some cookies,” You kissed him again, 

“And have a drink.” He smirked against your lips. 

“You have a therapy appointment today,” You walked over to the steps, “You’re not having anything to drink.” He rolled his eyes at you once more, shooing you into the house as he re-positioned the ladder to go back up and finish stringing the lights. 

You had to be proud of him. Court mandated therapy ended when your house arrest did, but he still went every week. At first it was due to a little pushing by you, but eventually he made the appointments on his own. He was getting better. Still a dick, but that was his nature. He wasn’t quick to anger anymore, his emotions took a more level head. And he was now publishing books twice a year. He’s got five books out now, and almost 100 million copies sold. Which is incredible. 

You started back to school, Ransom wanting to start his own publishing company, “I’m paying for you to go to business school as an investment in our future.” He claimed. Once you were done with school your job would be to then help him open his own publishing company where you’d overlook everything. A daunting task, but it was hard not to believe in yourself when Ransom made himself your own personal cheerleader. “You’re brilliant,” He would say, “You’re so smart, you’ve just been dealt a bad hand until now.” 

And now he was stacking that hand to the best of his ability. 

Finals had been last week and you still marveled at the fact that as you poured over your last assignments and studying, Ransom would make you coffee and massage your shoulders whereas you would usually do the same for him as he was finishing a book. 

You’d gone to a couple therapy sessions with him, the first time he’d invited you was strange and you didn’t know what would even be discussed, but as you sat in the session and he was finally completely bare to you, you couldn’t help but feel like it was his idea and not his therapist’s. 

That session changed the dynamic between the two of you for sure. 

After the dam broke, the two of you having sex for the first time and Ransom’s admission of love it wasn’t easy. He was still an asshole and as someone who had never been in a relationship before, this first real relationship, he didn’t really know how to behave. 

You had one session a month together and it was probably one of the best ideas Ransom ever had. 

He was a little sullen when he came home later that night, coming to curl himself around you as you placed the cookies you and Julia had baked earlier into the decorative metal tins you had just bought. 

Sometimes it was like this, sadness. His lips gently pressing themselves against your cheek, his body tightly pressed against yours trying to pull as much comfort as he possibly could. “I don’t want to talk about it,” He whispered softly, “Not yet.” 

“Okay.” You knew what he needed and what he needed was a little bit of time. You offered him a cookie, chocolate and peanut butter, still warm. He took it gently from your fingers, pulling away to go to his study, but not before pulling you into a soft lingering kiss. An apology for what you knew would be a distant night. A ‘I don’t know when I’ll be coming to bed’ night. You were sure you’d have three new chapters to go over in the morning.

You loved the snow. Almost a foot of it had fallen overnight, frosting the windows and giving your home a beautiful Christmas glow. It made your home feel cozy and well slept as you stretched your limbs out, hand coming to run across Ransom’s back. So he did come to bed after all. You rolled over to face him, laying on his belly, arms folded under his pillow facing you. 

God he is beautiful. 

You hated it about him. So handsome. You brushed his fallen hair out of his face, pressing a kiss to his scrunched brow. He was letting his beard grow out for the winter. It made him even more attractive, the bastard. 

Julia was just getting up for school, standing in the kitchen in her uniform, eating toast and facetiming a friend. She was in a carpool, this house you lived in, while comfortably distanced from others, was in a neighborhood of other kids that went to her same school. Something you’re sure Ransom took into account when buying this house in the first place. You drove the kids to school on Friday when you didn’t have any classes. Today was a different parent’s turn. 

“Can I take some of these to school?” She asked, picking up a tin of cookies. 

“Yeah, but take the red one.” You popped a k-cup into the keurig. “Those haven’t touched any nuts.” 

“Mila’s Mom said we can go to the mall after school to go get presents for the pollyanna our class is having, is that okay?” She was such a good kid. Getting older now, she was almost ready to learn how to drive, something you’d been dreading, but for whatever reason Ransom was really looking forward to. 

“You have money still?” You asked, preparing a second cup of coffee for the sleeping bear upstairs. 

“I mean,” She smirked, “Unless you want to give me more…?” You rolled your eyes, turning towards your younger sibling. 

“What time will you be home?” The car had just pulled up outside, horn letting out a quick ‘honk’ to let her know they were here. 

Julia shrugged, hugging you, “We might get dinner, but probably no later than 8. I’ll text you.” She shrugged her coat on, opening the front door as you called behind her, 

“Text me when you get to the mall and when you’re on your way home!” 

“Okay!” She yelled back, trudging through the snow to the car.

“Keep your location on!” You could almost feel her roll her eyes at you, 

“Okay!” Annoyed this time.

“I love you!” You shouted as she got in the car, slamming the door behind her. Your phone chimed with reply, 

love you too

With that you went to rouse the sleeping man upstairs. 

He groaned unhappily when you woke him up, but it was quickly soothed by the coffee you’d supplied him with. 

Christmas was quickly approaching. The first Christmas you’d be spending together as a real, honest to god, family. In your own home, ready to begin your own traditions. The house was beautifully decorated and almost always smelled like cookies and a Christmas movie or music was always playing in the background. 

There was a truly sweet moment you’d wanted to commit to memory for the rest of your life. Julia rolling out cookie dough, Christmas music blaring obnoxiously loud and Ransom coming out from his study yelling, 

“I can’t write anything in a house this loud!” Walking over to the sound system and turning it down to a soft ambling. Your sister and you looking at him and laughing, the red faced lumberjack quickly losing steam as he realized he was wearing the hideous Christmas sweater you’d jokingly bought him last year. “It’s the warmest sweater I own.” He claimed. Sure. Sure it is. 

He turned the music back up a little louder, coming to a happy medium. His embarrassment waning as he looked at the two of you in the kitchen. A family that didn’t argue with every other word. People who genuinely loved each other. Something he never knew he wanted or needed. He came over to you, gently clasping your hands before tugging you into his body to ridiculously dance around to Jingle Bell Rock. The three of you peeling with laughter. Was this even real life anymore? With a soft parting kiss and a peak over your sisters shoulder to steal some cookie dough he was reluctantly walking back to his study, coming to join you twenty minutes later after finishing the chapter he’d been working on all day. 

The three of you spent the rest of the night in the living room, watching the cheesy A Christmas Prince series on Netflix and eating what was sure your body weight in popcorn. Cozy with your little family. 

“Do you think she’d like a puppy?” Ransom whispered into your neck one night. 

“Do not.” You were close to sleep, just about to drift off, when his question stirred you awake. 

“I always wanted a puppy when I was a kid.” He pressed a kiss against your neck, fingers gently tugging your nipple. 

“I’ll be the one taking care of it,” You whimpered as his other hand sunk between your thighs, “Do not get her a puppy.” His lips met your shoulder and you turned in his arms, thighs parting as he lightly stroked your clit. 

“You’ll get there.” He pressed his lips against yours, teasing your entrance with his fingers, his now hard cock nudging against your thigh. “You’ll warm up to the idea.” 

“No…” You whined, his fingers beginning to stroke your g-spot, his body coming to lay over yours, his eyes half lidded and lips wet and red came to meet yours as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. “Fuck.” His fingers laced themselves through yours, pressing your hands against the sheets as he began to rock his hips slowly into yours. 

“You’re so sweet on me baby,” He mouthed against your lips, “So sweet on us.” He moaned. Your hips ground against his with every thrust. This slow love making that was making you gush around him, pussy making obscene sounds with every tilt of his hips, gently brushing the parts of you that make your legs shake. He chest close to yours, the begging in his eyes, 

“You’ll be such a good mother,” His hips met yours a little harder on that one causing you to gasp, pussy clenching around him. “Gonna give me what I want for Christmas?” He asked. He did this sometimes, knowing you were still on birth control and the actual relationship was still relatively new, the two of you had been together for almost a year now, you knew that he’d been toying with the idea of having a baby. You’d talked about it in therapy recently. 

“I love you,” He moaned, his hips build up a little speed as your legs came to wrap high around his waist. “I can’t wait,” He groaned, “So good to me.” His lips capturing yours passionately as his hips stalled, grinding himself against your g-spot, pubic bone rubbing your clit as you found your orgasm, pussy gushing wet dripping down his thighs onto the bed as you moaned into his mouth. 

“You’ll be such a good mother baby, such a good fucking mother.” His hips picked back up in pace, “I’d do anything for you baby. Anything.” He was chasing his release now, thrusting against your sensitive clit making you reel again before releasing your hands and grabbing your thighs, pushing them back high against the bed, just making you take it. You both had to try to be quiet here, your sister on the floor above you, your hand covered your mouth as you tried to muffle the loud obnoxious squealing that came uncontrollably as his hips slapped against your ass in this position. Sweat forming on his brow and head thrown back as he groans through his teeth, feeling him empty his seed deep against your cervix. 

In all the years you’d known him Ransom was never a kid person. He didn’t like small children, but he also didn’t come into contact with them often which is why it was so strange two months ago when he originally brought up the idea. “I think we would make pretty okay parents,” He said, “Better than mine definitely.” It made your heart flutter, thinking of a life with him. Knowing that he was also thinking about a life with you, but it’s just not the right time. 

What wasn’t surprising about any of this was on Christmas morning, after breakfast and the exchanging of handmade sweaters, new books to read, a couple new apple watches, and your sister and you receiving matching earrings, a gorgeous little blue nose pit bull puppy, one that reminded you of your childhood dog was brought out with a little pink bow around its neck. Ransom ignored your glare as he handed the sweet little thing to your sister, who was crying in happiness. 

He would remind you later on that he found you cooing to the sweet little thing only a few minutes after that, the puppy curled up in your arms, licking your fingers in earnest. 

“Don’t you have something else?” Julia asked him. 

“Julia this is plenty,” You scolded, “He’s gotten you enough.” She rolled her eyes. 

“It’s not for me.” She laughed. The little puppy sleeping in her arms and you scratched it behind it’s ears, turning to Ransom who shifted nervously to one knee, a ring box open in his hand. 

“Stop it.” Came out from a very watery smile. He licked his lips, tugging his bottom one between his teeth before starting, 

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” 

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[bohemian-barbie]

Oops..

Ryan ran right over to you as soon as you walked through the door and wrapped his little arms around your legs “I missed you mommy!” You scooped him right up and snuggled him “Aw baby I missed you to but did you have fun with daddy today?” His little eyes widened and his smile was huge “daddy and I had so much fun today! I even learned a new word mommy!” You set him down and bent to his height “you did? No way! What new word did you learn?” He bounced up and down and said it with all the excitement he could muster “fuck”.

Your eyes widened and your smile faltered “W-where umm where did you learn that word Ry?” He picked up on your mood change immediately “From Daddy..am I in trouble mommy?” You pulled him in to a hug “no baby not at all” you rubbed his back gently “but I need you to promise me something bud” he pulled away and looked up at you “what mommy?” You smoothed down his unruly hair “you can’t say that word baby, it’s a grown up word and it’s very bad” “oh..okay I promise mommy” his eyes widened again but this time he whispered “is daddy in trouble?” You giggled “don’t you worry about that. Look why don’t you go play with your brothers for a bit while I talk to daddy” and with that he ran off and you went to find your husband in the kitchen

He was just closing the door to the refrigerator when you walked in and he smiled “hey pretty bird” “hey yourself” he pulled you into a hug and you gave him a kiss. “How was work?” You shrugged your shoulders “oh you know same old same old. One fashion crisis after the other”. You took a seat at the island while he started washing some dishes in the sink “how was your day spangles?” “It was good, quiet but it was nice. The boys laid low today in the den and Piglet’s barely made a peep today”. you smiled “so Ryan told me he learned a new word today?” Chris furrowed his brows “really? We didn’t work on any vocabulary today” and as if he knew Ryan walked right into the kitchen “mommy May I please have a juice box?” “You sure can buddy” you walked over to the fridge and pulled out an apple juice for him “Ry, tell daddy the new word you learned”

He started shifting his weight from foot to foot “but you said I couldn’t say that word cause it’s bad” you smiled and handed him the apple juice “you can say it just this once” Ryan beamed and looked at Chris “Fuck”. The color drained from Chris’s face. Ryan thanked you for the juice box and ran back off and you smirked at Chris and started snickering “How did he learn that word?” His face scrunched up “probably when I stubbed my toe on one of his toys and it just came out but I didn’t think he was around to hear it” you laughed “He’s five Chris he’s going to be everywhere” he nodded “yeah I know”.

Suddenly there was a loud thump that came from the den followed by an even louder “Shit” your eyes widened and Chris looked smug. You nervously started to giggle “oh yeah by the way..”

[hold-me-sickfics]

Tiny Tummy Bug Part 1

Okay y’all, part 1 is up! Special thanks to @ggukie91 for proofreading this :) Also major thank you to @honeyjoonieee @teacupswithteapots @sneezyminniejo @thatoneemokpop-02 @bt20-whump because y’all are all amazing and had awesome ideas💙💙💙

TW: Scat, Emeto, Food, Littlespace (If y’all see any more, please let me know! <3)

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The rain poured outside, making the darkness darker and the sleepy members sleepier. That is, all except Namjoon. He’d woken up with some pretty intense stomach cramps and he was starting to get scared. Normally he’d be able to handle stomach cramps alone, but this particular time was different. Their schedule had been booked to the nines, making Joon incredibly stressed. So, when the pain and the stress combined…

He slipped.

“Daddy?” Namjoon’s voice was small and scared. He poked Jin’s shoulder, waking him up from his sleep. 

“Hm? What’s up bubs?” Jin rubbed his eyes trying to register what planet he was on. 

“Fweel baddie... tink sickie. Do I look like sickie?” Namjoon’s Winnie The Pooh blanket trailed behind him.

At that, Jin woke up a lot quicker. He sat up, immediately pressing a gentle hand to Namjoon’s forehead. Sure enough, he was burning hot. 

“Okay bubbie I think you’ve got a fever. Come in here to the bathroom, I think I left the thermometer in here from back when Kook got the flu.” He took the little’s hand and led him to the bathroom. Joon sat on the lid of the toilet while Jin put a sleeve on the thermometer. He slipped it under the little’s tongue. When it beeped, he took it out and checked it. 

“101.3… bubbie what all feels bad hm?” He sunk down to Joon’s level, meeting his small gaze. 

“Um… tummy fweel baddie an go bwurrrr.” Joon said it in all seriousness. Jin tried his hardest not to giggle. Tiny Joon was always so cute it should be illegal. 

“Ahhh… when did it start going bwurrr?” Jin removed the sleeve from the device, and he put it back in the drawer.

“Nu know… jus wote uppie like dat an tummy go bwurrr an I cold an I in hewe now.” 

“Alright bubbie. Do you feel bad up or down?” He helped Joon up.

“Fweel baddie go down… huwts.” Joon looked at him, his eyes wide and teary. 

“Okay…” Jin yawned, putting the toilet lid up. “Think you need to go potty?”

“Nu know…” he sniffled, attaching himself to Jin.

“Aish bubbie you really are burning up…” Jin winced as he held the little close. He stroked the little’s back softly.

“F-Fweel c-cold. N-nu like.” Namjoon shivered as he started to cry.

“Awwww honey…” Jin kissed the little’s forehead.

“Uh oh…” Joon whimpered and then pulled his pants down as quick as he could before, sitting on the toilet. He doubled over in a cramp. Jin held him, whispering little encouragements and giving Joon small pats and rubs.

“D-Daddy I-I h-hwut…” 

Jin could feel Joon’s bloated stomach cramping under his hand. Namjoon was sweating, his breaths labored. 

“I know bubba.” He rubbed Joon’s back slowly in small circles. Joon sleepily swayed with the motions. That is until his body finally decided to rid itself of everything inside it. Jin felt Joon tense up, and then his face contorted painfully. A second later, he was pushing out everything he had in him. Jin kept rubbing to keep things going, and Namjoon just panted and sobbed. 

“D-dun wan nnnggghhh!” Joon cried as pain shot through him. Mush continued to pour into the bowl.

“Almost done bubbie, you’re almost done. Here, can you hold daddy’s hand hm?” Jin offered his hand, the other holding Joon up. The poor thing was too tired to hold himself up at this point. All of his energy was going towards purging his guts. Namjoon took Jin’s hand, squeezing hard. 

Thankfully, it was over as quick as it had started. Namjoon finished with a few airy farts rattling him as he held onto Jin, crying.

Jin knew that this cry was more fear than pain, which he was glad about. Fear he could help. 

“Good job buddy.” He kissed his forehead. “Daddy’s proud of you. You did good.”

“Nu fweel like goodie…” Namjoon sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

“Hm… could some Bubble Guppies and apple juice help with that?” Jin smiled.

“Juice wif bue stwaw?” Joon looked at him questioningly.

“Yes bubby, juice with blue straw.” Jin ruffled his hair and then helped to clean him up. 

Soon enough, he was in Jin’s bed, in a diaper (better safe than sorry), curled up watching Bubble Guppies on Jin’s phone. Jin had gone to the kitchen to get the juice. 

When Jin got to the kitchen, he turned the light on and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed the apple juice and set it on the counter. Then, he heard someone behind him.

“Hyung? Why are you awake?” 

It was Jungkook.

“Joon’s sick.” He yawned. “And little.” He grabbed a cup with a top and poured the juice in before slipping a blue straw in it.

“What’s wrong with him? Does he have a fever?” Jungkook grabbed a banana milk.

“101.3. His stomach is pretty upset but I’ve got him watching Bubble Guppies for now.” Jin considered making himself a cup of coffee. He went to start one, before Jungkook stopped him.

“I’ll make it hyung. You go ahead back there and I’ll bring it back there when it’s done.” Jungkook smiled, patting Jin’s back.

Jin nodded gratefully, and then started back to the bedroom. He nearly dropped the juice in shock when he opened the door. 

“D-daddy I s-sowwy I n-nu mean t-to…” Namjoon was bawling. He was covered in yellowish-green vomit… and were those noodles? Oh goodness… Jin swore noodles off for life.

Before Jin could get over to him, Namjoon burped up another round. Jin rushed to his side with a waste bin but by now, he was done… just exhausted and scared.

“Oh baby…” Jin cooed, wiping as much vomit off of Joon as he could before Joon could get it all over everywhere. He then helped Joon to the bathroom, taking off his clothes and getting him into a warm bath. He used a couple drops of mint essential oil in the water to calm Joon’s stomach.

“W-why I f-fweel baddie? Nu wan fweel baddie…” Namjoon pouted, a small frown on his face as he looked up to Jin with sad eyes.

“I know you don’t bubbie.” He kissed Joon’s crown, then continued to wash him with a soft washcloth. “But we’re gonna get you feeling better bubs. I promise.” 

Namjoon leaned back against the tub wall. He was facing Jin. In about a minute, Joon had fallen asleep, completely relaxed in his daddy’s care.

A minute or two later Jungkook came in with Jin’s coffee.

“How’s he doing?” Jungkook handed Jin the cup. He’d put it in a to-go cup with a lid so Jin would be less likely to spill it if anything got crazy. 

“Not great.” Jin sighed. “He just puked all over himself and the bed… which I mean isn’t a problem but…”

Jungkook stopped him. They both had the same thought.

“It means it’s probably a stomach bug.” Jungkook almost grimaced. When one of them got a bug… the rest of them usually came in right behind.

“Well… I mean as long as nobody eats or drinks after him, we’re probably good right?” Jin asked, wiping Joon’s cheeks and chin. 

“Yeah so as long as we tell them not to-”

Jungkook was interrupted when Taehyung came in slurping leftover noodles…

Namjoon’s leftover noodles.

End of Part 1

[lilchibi-chan]

Hawks Mafia! AU x Reader

Part 2. Here is part 1 and thanks so much for the support on the first post.

It’s the next morning and you wake up around 10:30. You decided to call your boss and inform her about what happened last night and that you would most likely be taking some time off. She was very understanding and told you to take as much time as you needed. She was still willing to pay you the same amount for the time you would eventually miss. You thank her for her kindness and she informs you that it’s no problem at all and she thinks of you as one of her own.

You had started working at the diner to help pick up what financial aid didn’t pay for and you were set on quitting after you graduated, but you couldn’t find the heart to leave. You grew to love the people that came in and your boss. You’ve even spent holidays with her the times you couldn’t get home. You start thinking about all the memories you have working at the diner and suddenly your phone rings. It’s Hawks.

“Hello,” you say, a small hint of tiredness still in your voice

“Mornin’ baby bird,” he says so happily that you can basically see his smile on your side of the phone

“Morning,” you say, a yawn escaping your mouth

“So what’re you doing right now,” he asks, genuinely curious

“Well I was about to get a cup of coffee and make myself something to eat,”

“Well how about instead of doing that, I kidnap you and take you out to eat,” he says, pleased with himself

You smile and let a small laugh escape your mouth.

“I would love that, but I’m not even close to being dressed.”

You take a look at the clock and its 11:15

You take a moment to think about it and think that this could be a good thing.

“How soon will you be here” you ask 

“Look out your window, humming bird”

You go to your window and open the curtain. You see him, standing outside his car, which is below your window.

“How-when-”

“Don’t worry about it, baby bird. Just go get ready and I’ll see you when you get down here”

“How should I dress”

“For brunch”

He hangs up right after and you go through your closet trying to figure out what to wear.

You finally decide on a white mock neck bodysuit, light wash skinny jeans and a pair of nude patent leather pumps.

You quickly shower and get dressed, then put on light makeup. You grab a jacket just in case and your purse and head down to meet Hawks.

He smiles as soon as you walk out and rushes over to help you down the stairs. Once you make it down, he walks with you to the car, still hand in hand and opens the door for you.

“Such a gentleman,” you say, somewhat mockingly

“Only when I need to be,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders and a cocky smile, that you can’t help but smile back in response to

“So where are you taking me,” you ask curious

“It’s a surprise” he says with a side smile

“Don’t worry baby bird. You’ll see soon enough”

With that, he drives off. After 15 minutes, he pulls up in front of a hotel. He opens the door for you to exit the car and puts a hand out for you. You take his hand and you enter the gorgeous hotel. He walks straight in past reception and walks to the restaurant that is on the same floor as the lobby.

The host automatically escorts you both to a private room and your mind starts to wander. You figured he was rich and in some type of position of power, but you were still unsure of how much he actually possessed.

After the host leaves you two, Hawks pulls out a chair for you to sit down. You thank him and take a seat. After pushing you in, he takes his and hands you a menu.

As your analyzing the menu, you can’t stop thinking about Hawks and what he does. You wanna know more about him, but you also don’t wanna pry if he’s not open to talking about it.

“What’s going on, baby bird? I see those wheels turning in your head,” he says with a smirk

“Ya know for a guy, you’re quite observant”

“I have to be. Ya never know with people. You always gotta watch your back. Especially in a position of power”

“W-what do you do exactly,” you ask, piggybacking off of what he just said,“I noticed when we walked in that you were treated like literal royalty and when you would come to the diner I noticed your clothes were a lot nicer and clean cut than most of the business men that would come in. I figured you had a lot of money, but judging from the way you were treated,it’s more than I initially thought.”

“Well, I “do” a few things. As a matter of fact, I own this hotel. I also own a couple more around the country, we’re looking to expand to others. I have a few businesses I run. Fashion, modeling, and marketing. You could say I’m a man of many talents,” he says with a cocky smirk

You let out a small laugh and the waiter comes in with champagne and some food. He places a plate in front of you with pancakes, eggs, bacon and some syrup on the side. As well as some apple juice, just in case you didn’t want the champagne.

“I ordered ahead for us. I hope you’re okay with your order,” he says hopefully

“It’s fine,” you say smiling

It was a huge plate of food, but you were starving so you were gonna be able to at least finish half and have some for later at home.

Once you both finished at brunch, Hawks took your hand and you both walked out together to his car. He has a very gentle touch when holding your hand. Almost as if, you’re the most precious,fragile thing he could ever hold. Like one small move and you’ll break instantly.

You didn’t even notice, but you were staring at your hands together.

His touch was warm and his hands were soft, despite their rough and manly looking appearance.

You start to admire the details of his hand and the rings he had on.

He let go of your hand, which snapped you out of your trance.

He opens the door for you, then proceeds to the other side of the car as he usually does.

He’s about to pull off, but receives a phone call.

“Hello,” he says stern

The warmth that once filled his was now gone and there was a cold look in his face. Judiging from that, you were convinced what he was just told wasn’t good in the slightest bit.

“Baby bird, I have to drop you home. Something came up at the office and that I need to take care of like right now. I’m so sorry,”

“I could go with you. It’s not I really had anything planned for today,” you say, trying to brighten his mood

He softly smiles at you

“Today’s not really the best day and I’d much rather show you around when I’m in a better mood. How about...I bring you some dinner tonight? Let’s say 8?,” he asks hopefully

“That’s fine,” you say smiling

He kisses your hand

“Thanks, hummingbird. I won’t be late. I promise,” he says, gripping your hand a bit tighter

He drives off and takes you home. He watches as you enter your building, just as he did last night.

He pulls off and makes his way to his office....

Or so you thought

Meanwhile with Hawks

He makes it to a warehouse that’s an hour outside of the city. He made sure to turn his phone off, so that he wouldn’t be found by anyone.

He enters

“Where’s the fucker at,” he asks fuming

“Right inside,sir” Tokoyami says, following Hawks as he makes his way further inside the warehouse

Hawks walks further in and there he is, hand cuffed to a chair.

“Nice to see you, Twice”

He says nothing

“Aww, cat gotcha tongue...don’t worry, we’ll change that,” Hawks says with a menacing smile

He takes off his rings and puts them onto a silver platter that Tokoyami held out for him.

He picks up a steel rod and starts swinging it around,feeling its weight in his hand.

“So Twice, I heard from a little bird, that you’ve been trying to steal my inventory and trying to embezzle money from my company. The funniest part about this is you thought I wouldn’t find out.”

“Ya know if I wasn’t hand cuffed to this fucking chair right now, I could kick your ass,” he says with a smile

Hawks laughs

“Ya know Twice, you would be a better boss if you weren’t so FUCKING sloppy. I mean c’mon. You’ve been in the game longer than I have and you pull something as stupid as trying to steal from me. It’s honestly embarrassing”

He runs a hand through his hair.

“Twice, I’m a nice guy. I really am, so here’s what I’ll do. I’m gonna let you off with a warning.”

He lifts up the steel rod and cracks Twice in the knee.

“Try that shit again and I will break both of your legs or kill you, depends on how generous I’m feeling...Shadow, get him out of here”

Tokoyami does what he’s told and uncuffs Twice’s hands and feet from the chair. He drags him to the back door of the warehouse and throws him out.

“So what now sir,” Tokoyami asks curious

“Now, we prepare for war. Twice isn’t gonna back down that easy just because I threatened him. He’s gonna use whatever he can to get me and what I’ve built. He wants to be number one and he’ll stop at nothing. Little does he know, I’m one tough bastard and I’m gonna fight for what’s mine. Call everyone and have them meet at the house in an hour.”

“But sir, it takes an hour to get back in the city and it’s rush hour by now so-“

“So it should be no problem for everyone to get there on time. Now go call them”

“Yes sir”

With that, Tokoyami exits the warehouse to call the rest of the members.

Hawks makes his way to his car and drives back to the city to make it to his penthouse.

He ends up beating everyone there, but he did drive a little above the speed limit and took some shortcuts he knew, that way he wouldn’t be stopped by police on his way there.

He takes the elevator that only he has access to and goes straight to his penthouse.

He pours himself some scotch as soon as he gets in. He doesn’t usually drink much, but today warranted one. A stiff drink at that.

Soon there were knocks at his door.

“C’mon in boys,” he says, drink in hand

“I’m sure Shadow already briefed on the situation at hand. We’ve dealt with some pretty rough bastards before, but none of them compare to Twice. As I said to Shadow, he’ll use whatever he can to get to me, my business and people I care about. Make sure to never have your guard down and protect yourselves. Brief everyone on your location before and after you leave. I may be hard on you guys, but I’m not gonna lose any of you to him just cause we were ill prepared.”

“You got it boss. Ain’t nothin gonna get past the great King,” Bakugou says

“Yeah boss, we’re the manliest that you’ve got,” Kirishima says

“I knew I could count on you, King and Red”

“M-me too boss. I know I look weak, but I won’t let anyone or anything get to you, us or the people you care about,” Deku says

“Thanks, Deku. I never thought of you as weak by the way. I don’t judge a book because anyone is capable of anything.”

“R-right,” Deku says

Everyone else agrees to follow Hawks’ orders and to be extra vigilant in the coming days. They couldn’t make stupid mistakes. Although Twice is injured, he still has skilled assassins under his thumb and one slip up could cause anyone’s demise.

After everyone leaves, he decides to shower and wash the day off of him. He lets the hot water flow down his body, almost as if it was melting ice off of him. His mind drifted to you and he smiled, but that smile quickly faded when he realized the life he was bring you into and what would happen if Twice ever found out about you and where you live.

He couldn’t tell you about this side of him. He knew you would view him as a monster. This lifestyle was basically an unforgivable one that ended a lot of his relationships in the past. He knew there would come a day when he would have to fess up eventually, but that day wasn’t going to be today. He wants to be able to live in the happy moments he has with you and make them last as long as he can.

Picture 1: Human Tokoyami by ChigoPlush on DeviantArt

Picture 2 by Kiro_Tktr

Hope y’all enjoyed!! I know it’s super long, but I figured I owe you guys that, being that it took so long to come out. Thank y’all for the support on this new fanfic and I’m also wondering if we should give it an actual name. Leave me a comment or reblog with what you think the name should be, if there should be a name.

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Okay so Sooga can't cook. But can Master Kohga cook? And would he try to teach Sooga, for a bit of domestic fluff goodness??

Imma make this as fluffy as I can for you, anon! I’m gonna be SUPER busy, so some asks will probably be on the back burner. Having said that, Imma dip into these when I can because you guys have SUCH good ideas?? 

Also It’s not that Sooga can’t cook, he just can’t cook WELL. Stuff is always off with his cooking. Too salty, too sweet, undercooked, SOMETHING. Kohga is picky so he notices. Either way, let’s GO!

“Urbosa! Get over here!”

Kohga (as well as the champions) had been spending all day together in the kitchen (upon prompting from Zelda), and Kohga had more or less commanded the cooking area. When Kohga wasn’t busy killing people or sleeping, he was being a rather pleasant company to have around. He started off by making drinks, and Sooga offered to help. Which was apparently a bit of a mistake. Urbosa sighed as she left the table, and walked behind the counter. Kohga motioned to two cups.

“You try one, and tell me which one has alcohol in it.”

Urbosa tried one, then another, lightly shaking her head.

“One on the left? Right one tastes just like juice.”

Kohga motioned wildly to the cups, as if they made a scientific discovery.

“Ha! See, that’s the thing! BOTH do! Somehow!”

“I...don’t put enough alcohol, that’s the hint I’m getting.”

“No matter how many times I shove MY dick in THAT ass, he makes drinks like a FUCKING virgin! You know what, get a fucking apron on, I’m teaching you how to be competent in the kitchen. You can’t JUST have a top notch cock, you dumbshit.”

Kohga turned around to get them both an apron, and Urbosa chuckled at his puzzled reaction.

“Hey, he does have a point. Everyone should learn how to cook. Besides, him being this upset just means he really loves you.”

“Don’t you DARE make me out to be mushy, Urbosa!”

Kohga walked back up to them, throwing a pink apron at Sooga’s face. Urbosa chuckled as Kohga put his own on. It was clear she was right, but the relationship was still new to him, so he was still in denial of his feelings. Urbosa grabbed one of the drinks (Kohga’s, obviously), and shrugged.

“I’ll just be taking this then, carry on love birds.”

Kohga lifted a finger to retort, before Urbosa turned around and joined Daruk back at the table. Kohga waved her off, muttering something under his breath. Sooga couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re just charming, Master Kohga.”

“Save the sweet for the cooking, tits mcgee.”

Kohga patted his left tit, before going to the sink and washing his hands, Sooga following suit.

“So? What will we be making?”

“Good question. What do you WANT to make?”

“Hmm...what’s something YOU like?”

“Kiss ass.”

Kohga chuckled, drying his hands with a towel. Sooga honestly just lived for Kohga, and it was terribly sweet of him.

“Alright, let’s do crepes with fried bananas.”

Sooga nodded, more than confident enough to prove himself. Kohga dug into the cabinets to grab everything (with help from Sooga. Tall bastard), before Kohga put two bowls in front of them.

“Now, follow me. We’re gonna add a cup of the tabantha flour. Then, a tablespoon of sugar.”

“I always thought it was a cup of both.”

“No wonder you always burn those fuckers- that much sugar burns it, you dumbshit. Now, not everyone does this, but they SHOULD. Add some salt, help balance out. If you think a food doesn’t need SOME salt, you’re wrong.”

Sooga nodded along, carefully listening and following his instructions, as if this was a training session. 

“How did you learn all this?”

“Mom taught me. She loved cooking, but she worked hard, so sometimes she was too tired to cook. When I got older, I ended up doing the cooking around the house. You only get better the more you do it. Except YOUR drinks, you’re hopeless.”

“Like my love for you.”

“Iean down, imma smack you upside the head.”

Sooga chuckled, watching his little master grumble to himself. Kohga took out another bowl, and added milk, as well as an egg.

“Now. You mix the wet and the dry together.”

“Why not just do it all together to begin with?”

“Lumps, you get lots of ‘em if you do that.”

Sooga nodded, watching as Kohga mixed the ingredients in their separate bowls. Sooga could watch Kohga cook all day, if he let him. Sooga copied Kohga as they mixed the dry and wet together, whisking it till it was nice and liquidy.

“It’s supposed to be this liquidy?”

“Yeah, any thicker and it’s a pancake. Now, we’re gonna put this in the fridge for as long as we can, get some flavor out of it.”

“What do we do while we wait?”

Sooga took the bowls, and put them in the fridge, just in time to catch Kohga grabbing bananas and putting them on a cutting board.

“We prep everything else. This should be easy for you. I need you to cut all these in little squares. And listen to me while I show you what I’m doing, but be careful.”

“Afraid I’ll cut myself?”

Sooga grinned as he peeled the bananas, starting to cut. One thing Sooga was VERY good at in the kitchen, was cutting. Always clean, always uniform. Kohga dug into the bag of sugar that he had at his side, and tossed a bit towards Sooga’s apron. Wasteful? A bit, but Sooga’s dumb smile was getting on his nerves.

“If you don’t, at this point I will. Now, I’m gonna throw some butter in this pan, and we’re gonna add the bananas here soon as you’re done. This, and some whipped cream, is gonna be our filling.”

“Doesn’t it burn if it’s hot?”

“If you actually know how it works, no.”

Sooga was careful not to cut himself as he watched Kohga throw butter, sugar, and some spices onto the pan. He watched as the sugar browned slightly, and Kohga motioned for Sooga to pour the fruit in. Once it was inside, Kohga handed him the spatula.

“Now, keep mixing it. Don’t change the temp, don’t let it sit.”

Sooga watched as Kohga grabbed a bag of acorns and chickaloo tree nuts. He cracked them surprisingly effortlessly in his hands, quickly and efficiently separating the shells from the insides. Sooga found it hard to pay attention to the pan, and his Master’s hands. How did hands so soft and lovely make such hard work look so easy?

“Is that going in the batter?”

“No, with the bananas. Adds some crunch, and a little bit of sweet.”

Kohga’s arm pushed against him as he added the nuts to the pan, motioning for Sooga to keep going. 

“Now, this is just how I like it, but we’re gonna add a swig of apple juice. Adds a BIT of tart, because this is going to be sweet as hell. Especially since we’re gonna add a touch of rum, to taste.”

“...Master Kohga?”

“Don’t tell me I lost you already, big guy.”

“Just in your eyes, Master Kohga.”

Kohga looked up at him, and reached his hand up, pushing him away a bit.

“You are SO mushy. No wonder you can’t cook right, you’re too busy ogling me all damn day.”

“You make it quite hard to focus.”

He chuckled. He kept mixing, as he was instructed. Kohga added butter to the pan, shaking his head at Sooga’s stupidity. He was just, such a lovestruck idiot. Once the butter started to lightly bubble, Kohga dug into the fridge, bringing out the batter.

“Okay, let’s start the important part. You can turn that off, cover it with the pot lid. I’m gonna let you do the first one. Three tablespoons into the pan.”

Kohga gave him the proper pouring tool, and Sooga obeyed. He was about to ask what to do next, when Kohga held onto his hand, helping him turn the pan. Sooga could chuckle like a lovesick fool right now, honestly. He really did have nice, soft hands, and Sooga wanted to hold them forever.

“Tilt to get it everywhere. Nice and slow, get it everywhere. Three minutes, then flip. Anymore and it’s like eating a damn ear. Speaking of ears, are you listening?”

“To every word, Master Kohga. Every single, solitary word.”

Kohga turned to look at him, finally seeing why he sounded more stupid than usual. He was SWOONING. Literally looking at him, and SWOONING like an idiot. Kohga scoffed, flipping the crepe for him.

“Alright, then listen to this. See how it’s got a nice, brown crust? We want it kinda crispy.”

Kohga let Sooga ogle him for three minutes, before finally taking it out of the pan, setting it onto a table.

“Taste it.”

“You?”

“W-no, the crepe you dingbat!”

Even Kohga had to chuckle at that. It’s why Kohga never let his ass watch him cook, it was just. All of this. They split the crepe, and Sooga nodded.

“You’re truly wonderful, Master Kohga. It’s lovely.”

“Good. Now, you’re turn, all by yourself.”

Kohga was going to step back, but Sooga’s puppy dog eyes kept him standing right there. Sooga added the batter to the pan, carefully turning the mixture till it coated the whole pan. He waited the three minutes, before flipping it. Kohga nodded in approval.

“Good crust, good crust. Keep it going.”

And that’s exactly what he did. Kohga sat there, watching his Sooga make crepe after crepe, and Kohga couldn’t help but chuckle. He was constantly asking if it was okay, constantly peering over him for approval. Honestly, if Kohga told this man to get him a piece of the moon, Sooga wouldn’t hesitate to reach for the stars. Soon enough, there wasn’t any mix left, in turn, leaving quite a stack of crepes. Kohga flipped through the stack, nodding.

“Better. Though some are a bit darker than others. We’ll work on that. Now, best part.”

Kohga placed one on the plate, added a hefty dollop of cream and honey, then folded it into a nice triangle like shape. Sooga watched him carefully, clearly wanting it to be perfect. Kohga folded another with cream and honey, then another. His usual was three at a time, but he might just have more (to support Sooga of course). He topped it off with the banana mixture, and dusted it with powdered sugar, just to make it look good. Sooga followed his stead, though he didn’t do it so cleanly. Folding it was hard for him apparently, causing him to get whipped cream all over his fingers, and even on his mask. It was a sloppy plate, but it was Sooga’s plate. Kohga shook his head once he saw the state of Sooga.

“For the love of- get over here, idiot.”

Kohga grabbed a hold of his face, wiping the cream off of his mask. Sooga sat there, letting him do so with such loving eyes. It was totally gross, in a sweet way.

“Master Kohga?”

“If the question is ‘am I an idiot’, then absolutely.”

Sooga chuckled, lightly shaking his head.

“I just...thank you. I enjoy listening to you when you teach. You love what you do, and there’s something so absolutely beautiful about that.”

“Yeah yeah...well. I like teaching you. You’re eager to learn.”

“I’m eager for YOU, Master Kohga.”

“Well geez Sooga, I know I’m pretty sweet, but-”

Before Kohga could finish his retort, Sooga suddenly lifted him off the floor, lifting their masks up a bit, and kissing him, right in his gorgeous lips. Was it a bit much, nearly throwing Kohga onto the counter and leering over him to kiss him? Absolutely, but neither seemed to care in the slightest. Just for a minute, they were there in an embrace, as sweet as sweet could be. Totally ignoring the table of people just a few feet away. Daruk lightly coughed, trying to ignore the fact that Sooga’s tight grip on his Master’s ass was smearing whipped cream everywhere.

“I...don’t think we’re gonna be eatin’ anything any time soon.”