#watching the reunion now crying in my pillow

[lordfarquadsexwife]

I swear,i have seen it multiple times now. But everytime, in the season finale of IWTV S2, when the piano chord strikes,when Daniel is slowly revealing the truth..it's like a pit forms in the bottom of my stomach. I don't even know how to describe it. It's almost like dread/anticipation.I'm happy because I know Armands lies are about to be exposed. But to know, finally for sure, that Lestat didn't want to be there. That he was trying to save Louis. I wonder was he struggling to figure out a way, while playing his part, while also keeping his mind clear of it so Armand wouldn't figure out his plan to save them both. In the end, he saved his husband but lost his daughter. Lestat is visibly drained. Wobbling from the effort it took to save Louis. Some people don't like Daniel. He was abrasive and sarcastic but in the end you can also tell he was scared. He was about to blow up a 500 year old vampires 77 year fake-lationship but he did it anyway. He got the truth to Louis and that makes me love the geezer. Armand. I swear, if I could go through the screen!! The flips they are going to have to turn to ever get me to even remotely be kinda okay with him will be Olympic gold medal worthy. This show is just so damn good. I still can't believe I avoided it for so long. I haven't even made it to the " reunion" scene again. Although I love it, its going to hurt so bad if it is revealed it really didn't happen that way. I'm so in love with Loustat. I cannot wait until we get to see them reconcile for real. Be together for real. For Louis to show Lestat that he does love him. That's all he ever wanted. To know that Louis did this whole interview as a smoke signal to his Lestat. That Armand tried not once,but twice to stop it. But at the end of it all, they made their way back to eachother. S3 can't get here fast enough!!

[bluesidez]

Hello!!! Love that you’re taking requests now 🫶🏽 would you write a domestic!miguel fic? Like showing the chaotic but fluffy dysfunction of the O’Hara household. Miguel and the reader already have two kids, maybe reader is pregnant with the third (if you’re comfortable with writing that)

I just really need some fluff in my life lol 😅

[Five Peas In A Pod]

lab taster: @scorpihoooe 🩻

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant!Reader

summary: No family's life is exactly perfect, but it doesn't make them any less beautiful.

content warning: lots and lots of fluff, mentions of vomit, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy cravings, mentions of food, could possibly be suggestive? but not enough to warrant a huge warning, a lot of crying but I promise it's not sad

word count: 4.3k, not proofread

a/n: I apologize for this being so late! But I'm really happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it as well!

“Finally.”

Miguel slid under the covers, grunting as he inched towards your back. His breath was warm on your head as he positioned one arm under one of your pillows and another around your waist.

“How are we feeling?” he kissed your scalp and rubbed down your stomach.

“Not too great, she’s been kicking for the past forty minutes.”

“That’s no good,” Miguel shifted to place his mouth on your shoulder. “What’s wrong, mija? Did you miss me?”

Your baby girl brought her feet to where Miguel held his hand, tapping away like there was there was no tomorrow. Miguel chuckled and wrote a pattern into your skin with his thumb.

“I’m glad you two are having a lovely reunion, but I’d like to go to sleep.”

Miguel kissed up your shoulder and neck as you sighed.

“Hear that Gabi? Can you calm down until tomorrow? Mama needs to sleep so you can keep growing. We can talk in the morning.”

Like magic, Gabriella’s little feet slowed to a halt.

“She hasn’t even seen you yet and she’s already a daddy’s girl,” you weave your fingers through his over your stomach. “What’s next? She’ll look like you too?”

“Mm,” Miguel placed his lips behind your ear. “I hope she looks like you. She’ll be the most beautiful in the world.”

You smiled, “Yeah?”

“Of course.”

Miguel took his hands down your body and massaged your hip and lower back. You groaned and melted into your pillow, arching your body into Miguel’s hold. With his ministrations and your daughter giving you a break, you start to fade into dreamland.

You could almost visualize your next craving you were going to make tomorrow. A big bowl of mashed potatoes with chunks of pickles, bacon, and caramel drizzle. Maybe some sprinkles too.

The door of the bedroom creaked, Miguel looking over his shoulder.

“Daddy? Mommy? I threw up.”

Miguel’s hands paused and he heaved a heavy sigh.

There was a dip in the bed and a shuffle of slides across the floor.

“Is your stomach still feeling funny, bub?”

You turned your body to watch Miguel bend down and check your second oldest for soiled clothes. Daniel shook his head and tucked his chin into his chest, eyes welling up with tears.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was shaking. “I didn’t mean to.”

You got up on the edge of the bed and walked around to the other side. You sat on your knees next to Miguel and pressed the back of your hand to Daniel’s forehead. He wasn’t burning up, but he was trembling.

“We know you didn’t mean to, honey. Sometimes, we just get sick. It’s ok!”

“Yeah, buddy. Papá gets sick all of the time.”

“Really?” Daniel looked to Miguel with big doe eyes, a baby picture of Miguel brought to life.

“Absolutely.”

“And Mama has to nurse him back to health-”

“Ok! Here,” Miguel tugged at the sleeves of his shirt while you laugh. “Let’s clean you up and get you some medicine. It was probably really scary, huh?”

Daniel nodded his head as Miguel helped him take off his pajama pants.

“C’mon. Let’s take a quick bubble bath. How does that sound? No need to be sad,” you gave Daniel a hug and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll get the sheets and clothes in the washing machine and join you.” Miguel said as he helped you up. So much for cuddles before bed.

Miguel was quick to scope Daniel’s room. Any smell of tonight’s stir fry mixed with the chocolate milk from lunch and your waves of morning sickness might come back. He was quick to transfer the sheets to the washing machine and spray the room down with disinfectant. Luckily, the damage wasn’t drastic, so a quick change of sheets and a mop to the floor was all that was needed.

By the time he got to the bathroom, Daniel was wrapped up in a green dinosaur hoodie towel with a smile on his face as you blew raspberries into his cheek.

Miguel gasped, “Are you two having a party without me?”

Daniel folded his hands under his chin and nodded meekly, face rosy.

“Nonsense!” Miguel swept him up in his arms. “There’s no party without Papá, no?”

The hall filled with giggles as Miguel airplaned Daniel back to his room. The chatter amongst them filled the noise as Miguel reassured Daniel that he and mommy would only be a room away if was feeling sick again.

He ran lotion over his body and placed him in paw print pajamas. He wrapped him tight in the covers and shifted the star night light on the nightstand. With a whisper of goodnight, Miguel inched his way to the door.

However, the crumbling face of the five year old as Miguel looked through the crack tugged at his heart. He opened the door, swept Daniel up, and trudged back to his own bedroom.

Walking into the room, you were laying down with the opposite side of the duvet flipped up and an extra pillow in between yours and his.

Your face was knowing, a shake in your shoulders as you watched Miguel rock a clingy baby in his arms to the bed.

“Joining mommy and daddy, Daniel?”

“Uh huh,” he crawls to the middle and pulls the covers up. You lay a hand on his tummy over the duvet as Miguel slips in with a deep sigh.

He turns and places his hand over yours, the two of you acting as a shield. “I love you’s” and “good nights” are exchanged and a kiss between the two of you is shared before Daniel whines about wanting a kiss too. Both of you laugh and kiss him on his cheeks as he settled into his pillow.

You rub his chest lightly, something that put him to sleep easily as a baby.

His eyes start to close, almost gone to the world, before he jerks back up, startling Miguel whose eyes were just as heavy.

“Papá, can you sing the night-night song?” Daniel pleads.

A soft breath escapes your nose as you watch Miguel blink his eyes open and comply.

“But you have to go to sleep after this, bub.”

Daniel promises to do so as Miguel starts up a lullaby about a baby that wants to sleep but can’t.

It works on you too, the low drum of his voice holding you in his arms as you held your baby in yours.

Gabriella moved, and as softly as you can, you take his hand to your stomach. With this, she taps softly to his palm.

Miguel smiles sleepily as he watches you take a little breath, the rise and fall of your chest showing that you were in a deep sleep.

He only stops singing when he’s sure all three of you are asleep.

“Jaime, I’ve asked you five times to get up already. Get it together.”

There was only one more hour left before everyone needed to be out of the house or else you’d be late to your appointment.

The lump in the bed only moves a bit before it’s still again.

“Jaime, please. I don’t want to have to pull you out of the bed.”

Today was already starting out all over the place. You woke up sweaty and achy, the heat radiating from your furnace of a husband and your snuggly son was too much. Your ankles felt a little more swollen than usual, and you wanted chewy spicy rice cakes with extra cheese, but the heartburn wouldn’t be worth it.

You sighed as your eldest stayed put. A soft pat to the bed only earned a whine and a wiggle from him.

Looking towards the growing footsteps at the door, your husband was frantic and glaring at his watch as if it cursed him.

“What’s the holdup? We need to be in the car soon and Daniel has to be at school early for a field trip.”

You held your hand out to the bed, face defeated.

“Son.”

Jaime shot up with a wobble to his lips and a scrunch to his face at the tone of Miguel’s voice.

You folded your arms, half concerned, half offended.

“I know you hear your mother asking you to get up.”

“But-“

“Jaime O’Hara.”

The tears start to fall as he shuffles out of bed and goes to the bathroom, his cries pitiful and broken.

He swings the door like he’s about to slam it only to close it softly at the end, the sound of his voice carrying through then hallway.

“Was I too hard on him?” Miguel’s shoulders drop.

“No? I don’t think so. But I think there’s something he’s not telling us.”

“Is there something going on at school? Did we miss an important date?”

The two of you stare at each other as Jaime continues to sob in the bathroom.

“There’s no award ceremonies. He hasn’t said anything strange about his classmates. His birthday isn’t until the end of the year. He does have his game coming up.”

Miguel gasps and runs his had through his hair, “He’s been worrying about his 3-pointers nonstop. He’s probably nervous about it.”

He puts his face in his hand and mumbles through his fingers.

“How could I forget?”

You pat his shoulder, “Don’t worry about that right now. What’s important is that we talk to him. Check up on him, calm him down, explain things to him, and encourage him. Right?”

“Absolutely,” Miguel kisses your temple. “You’re so good at this.”

A snicker follows his statement, “And so are you. Now, can you go stop his crying while I make sure Daniel hasn’t made a mess in the kitchen? He’s too quiet.”

Miguel’s eyebrows shot up again as he realized he left the kindergartner to his own devices. The last time he did that, he walked onto a floor covered in flour and dusty, giggly baby.

“Smart idea.”

“Mm hm.”

Miguel turns and heads towards the bathroom, giving it two knocks before asking to come in.

Jaime takes a deep breath and pushes out a yes.

Miguel opens the door to him crying in the mirror while he puts up his toothbrush. If it were anyone else’s child or baby brother, it could have been funny and dramatic, but Miguel sees himself in the way his entire chest jumps when he breathes in.

He hopes Jaime always feels that home is a safe place to cry and yell, something his own parents never offered him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

He left his frustration with the frantic morning at the doorway and stepped inside. With one hand on the counter and another arm resting on his thigh, he squatted down to Jaime’s level.

His son rubbed his eyes from the inside of his elbow to his arm, “I kept messing up.”

“Messing up what? Your shots?”

Jaime nodded his head, curly hair bouncing along with it.

“At practice, Coach made us do Around-the-worlds and the further from the goal, the more I kept missing. But the game is soon, and I can’t mess up at the game.”

His voice reached its highest point and he bit his lip in order not to cry again.

“Oye, está bien. That’s just practice, mijo. The game isn’t until a few more days. There’s plenty of time for us to get to a court and do some more drills. I know it feels like a lot right now, but we can always work to be better. Understood?”

Jaime nodded his head.

“Can you look at me?”

Jaime pouted as he turned to Miguel.

“I apologize for not giving you the space to explain yourself this morning. I was rushing and I didn’t take the time to check on you. For that, Papá’s sorry. Lo siento, mijo.”

With a calmer demeanor, Jaime forgives him. No whines and no hesitation.

“Still, when you’re feeling like this, you need to communicate, ok? Mamá was there and you could have told her that you were worried. You could have even called for me and I would have come running.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt Mamá.”

Miguel bit the inside of his lip in order to not coo, “I know you didn’t. Would you like to apologize to her like I did to you?”

Jaime collided with Miguel’s chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. He could feel the movement of his head nodding.

“Ok, buddy. Let’s go find her after we get your uniform on.”

Jaime wasn’t budging from his spot so Miguel let him cling off his neck as he got up. One day his eldest might not want to do things like this again, so for now he’ll cherish it.

One blazer, some knaki shorts, and a button down later, Jaime was all ready for school.

“And what do we say when we’re feeling down about ourselves?” Miguel asked as he tucked in the end of Jaime’s belt.

“Nothing can stop me from the path I want to take, not even my doubts.”

“And?”

“O’Hara’s may make mistakes, but O’Hara’s bounce back. O’Hara’s succeed.”

“¡Exactamente!” Miguel patted his back.

“¿Papá?”

“¿Sí, mijo?”

Jaime held his hands up, silently pleading with Miguel.

With an easy tug, his son was in his arms. As tall as he was getting, he was still Miguel’s baby.

In the kitchen, you were leaning over the island as you listened intensely to Daniel talk about types of dinosaurs. You looked up to your son in your husband’s arms and you knew they had a good talk.

Miguel strode up to you and looked at Jaime expectantly.

“I,” he picked at his uniform tie. “I’m sorry for not listening to you this morning Mamá. I was sad but that- that doesn’t mean I was supposed to ignore you.”

Your eyes started to water, “I forgive you, Jaime. I’m glad you were able to figure out what was wrong. Can I give you a kiss?”

“Yes, please.”

With that, you kiss his cheek and place a hand on his head.

“Papá, pick me up too!” Daniel huffs out.

Miguel complies, holding him in his other arm like nothing. You giggle at the three of them, all very similar in some way. Their skin, their hair, their smiles. Your precious, precious boys.

A sharp kick to your stomach causes you to suck in through your teeth.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Miguel asks with a pinch in his brow.

“No, I just think a certain someone wants your attention, too.”

You gently press your stomach to your husband’s, hoping that he could feel Gabriella’s tap dance performance.

“She’s going crazy in there,” you mumble.

Miguel can kind of feel her little feet through his shirt, but really, he was staring at you.

Even as you frowned at your stomach, you were still so beautiful. Your skin was glowing, you were giving him more smiles than ever, and the pregnancy was treating your body right in his eyes.

“Mírame.”

You peer up at him and it’s like a halo appears above your head. He’s quick to slot his lips against yours and hold it, the feeling of warmth settling into his bones.

“Eugh,” Jaime scrunches his face up in disgust.

You pull back and shake your head with a heated face, brought back to reality. Daniel is giggling behind his hands.

Miguel turned to Jaime and bombarded his face with kisses to, leading the 9-year-old to scream bloody murder. You joined Miguel on his attack, not stopping until Jaime waved his white flag.

The two of you looked at each other and then at Daniel simultaneously who squeaked when he saw you grin. Laughter filled the kitchen as the three of you gave Daniel some love.

Mornings were for chaos, but they also brought you together.

By the time Miguel was walking to the car with his kids, it was far past his estimated time.

He turned and looked at you still standing by the kitchen counter.

“Baby, c’mon.”

“But,” you pause, smile growing on your face. “The baby wants to be carried, too.”

You think he’s about to brush the comment off with a sigh but he gives a “One sec” and disappears into the garage with the kids.

You go to gather your purse and your water, checking that all of the lights and appliances are turned off.

“Ok,” Miguel rushes back in and claps his hands, “vamos.”

Three blinks at his wrestler stance and it clicks. You walk to him and your feet leave the ground.

“You’re so silly,”

“Just in love, mi amor.”

The gel was still as cold as ever, you could never really get used to it.

Looking to Miguel, you could see that he could never get used to sitting next to you in these rooms either. His grip on your hand was tight and solid.

The obstetrician slid the transducer on your lower stomach, her eyes sliding over the screen.

Gabriella’s little heartbeat bounced through the room, fast and strong.

Miguel’s grip on your hand loosened as he smiled at the screen.

“Baby girl is looking good,” the doctor says. “Everything is in place and she’s growing perfectly. You both should be proud.”

She paused and looked at you both, specifically at Miguel, “I would be worried about how she big she’s getting at this stage, but I can see why. How tall are you?”

“Uh, 6’9.”

A whistle passes her lips, “Godspeed, Mama. You’ll need it for the next several months.”

“Two boys and my only girl is going to give me a run for my money,” you mumble.

Jaime and Daniel were so tiny when they came out, both of them barely showing at five months. Gabriella is close to being almost twice their size at this rate, and the soreness all over your body was showing it.

At least your husband made time to make you feel good in more ways than one.

“Is there anything that she should look out for? Other than the obvious?” Miguel asks, always the worrier.

“No, I think you guys are good to go. I’ll get you some pictures of the baby and get you checked out. Just keep taking your vitamins, get plenty of water, get those feet up, and stretch as much as you can while you still feel like it. The least stress you have, the better.”

Your stomach is wiped clean and in no time, you’re back in the car trying to decide what to get for lunch.

“I feel like I should have asked more questions,” Miguel’s fingers tapped on the wheel.

“I’m sure you’ll have more that you can call her for later, baby. Right now, I want a milkshake.”

“You need some nourishing food, too.”

“Is that what you want Gabriella?” you ask your stomach. No taps, no spins, no twirls. “What about a milkshake? Chocolate oreo? Extra whip cream?” Gabriella thumps three times.

“My girl is already so smart,” you say to Miguel who scowls.

“Already so spoiled.”

“You love it, though.”

“Mm.”

Miguel swore he would never be like those fathers that only connected to their children through their own expectations of them, and to be fair, he was the complete opposite.

Though seeing him stand at the bottom of the bleachers with a baseball cap, folded arms, and a stern face gave the impression that he was that type of dad.

“¡Ay, eso es faulta!”

“Babe. Maybe let’s let the coach and the referee do their jobs.”

“They don’t know what they’re doing. That was clearly a foul and my son should be holding the ball right now.”

You sighed and continued to chew on your nachos with Daniel who was just happy to be out of the house later than usual. Miguel was about to burn a hole in the gymnasium floor with how stiff he was standing.

Behind him was a family that couldn’t see, leaning around him.

“Miguel, honey, please sit down so everyone can see.”

He sits and folds his hands under his chin. His muscles bulge through his jacket as his legs bounce.

You place a hand on his leg and put a water bottle to his lips. He takes a few sips and focuses back on the game.

“Let’s go, Jaime! Make it count!”

He’s back on his feet again as Jaime gets ready to shoot some free-throws.

Jaime looks at Miguel, a hint of fear in his eyes. Miguel brings his hands up and pushes them down, motioning a deep breath.

“You got this, mijo. Just like we practiced.”

Your son dribbles once, twice, and takes the shot.

The basketball flies through the air and brushes the rim of the basket. It spins and the gym goes quiet. You don’t realize your holding your breath until it comes back when the people behind you stomp on the bleachers.

Jaime looks to Miguel with the brightest face he could muster. Miguel almost springs through the ceiling with how high he jumps.

“That’s my son,” he claps his hands like thunder, chest puffing up. “That’s my son!”

The game continues with Miguel milliseconds from fighting with the official, Jaime looking to Miguel for encouragement, and you smacking the back of his thighs whenever he was standing too much.

When Jaime made the final basket, you were scared Miguel might do a backflip.

Jaime ran to him and jumped in his arms, Miguel spinning him around and laughing with glee.

“I did it, daddy! I did it!”

“¡Eres increíble, mijo! I’m so proud of you.”

“Did you see me, mommy?”

“I did! I couldn’t take my eyes off of you!”

Daniel jumps up and down, “You made the ball go whoosh! And, and, and when it went in everybody screamed!”

Jaime and his brother played together as the gym started to empty out.

“What do you say we celebrate with some pizza?” you ask Miguel as you watch Jaime help Daniel dribble.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“And what do you say to carton of cotton candy ice cream after the kids go to bed? Maybe even a soak in the bath?”

Miguel looked to you as you blinked your eyes at him. You slid your hands down his arm and tilted your head.

“You want vanilla wafers too?”

You nod.

“And strawberry syrup?”

“You’re such a good husband.”

You pull him down to kiss him, heart soaring.

“Mamá! Look what I can do!”

“No, Daniel! Don’t jump off that!”

“If I hear that raccoon sing that song one more time, I’m going to lose it,” Miguel bit into a slice of pizza.

You reached across the table to wipe some ranch off of his lips and lick it away.

“I like the song! He’s a little off-key, though.”

Miguel had a grimace on his face, the energy from the building overwhelming. Or perhaps it was Daniel clinging tight to his side whenever the mascot came close to their table.

A couple of kids ran by, running towards the line for laser tag.

You listened to them go over strategies, all very serious coming from them.

“God, I can’t believe he’ll be 10 soon. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

You poke the straw of your cup in and out, pout on your face. It felt like just yesterday you and Miguel were setting up his nursery.

“I remember him grabbing my finger at the hospital. So strong for someone who couldn’t eat solids yet.”

“Now he’s running around and blooming into this perfect little boy,” you sigh, watching him catapult into a ballpit. You should definitely make him take some vitamins later, just to be sure.

“And this little boy is the sweetest,” Miguel kissed the top of Daniel’s head, who seemed to be pre-occupied with a coloring book you packed.

“And once our little girl is in our arms, it’ll be so special,” you say. “She’s already making an impact.”

“I’m already crazy about her,” Miguel grins.

“And I’m ready for her to come out,” you snicker. “I have a feeling that whatever she’ll do will involve these rapid fire feet.”

“I need to get some new running shoes then,” Miguel replies in all seriousness. Daniel interrupted him with a drawing of a T-rex.

“When she gets here,” Miguel comments in between his praise for Daniel’s skill, “how do you want to celebrate afterwards?”

“I don’t need anything. Just maybe a plate of food I couldn’t eat and a comfy bed.”

“Mamà, c’mon,” Miguel held your hand across the table. “That can be arranged easily. I mean something especially for you for doing something so amazing. It can be anything. I’ll make it happen.”

Your heart sped up, a bit giddy.

“Well the last time we took a trip to an island and,” you panned to Daniel, “we both know how that ended. Maybe the mountains?”

“We can do the mountains. Or just you and your friends if you want.”

Miguel thought about you all bundled up and cozy, enjoying s'mores and wine in a sweater and a blanket. Peak cuddling form.

“That would be very nice. Thank you, Miggy.”

“Of course. Now what do you say to a friendly game of arcade racing?”

“There’s nothing friendly about leaving you in the dust.”

Miguel scoffed and slid Daniel into his arms.

“It’s on.”

As always, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and COMMENT! This was very sweet to write!!

[basketballanonsblog]

Warmth

Happy birthday, darling 💚

It's mainly fluff but with a teeny tiny smidge of angst and kisses

Synopsis: Your home will always be in her arms

Jeongyeon moped in bed, trying not to cry out of disappointment. You were supposed to come to Korea tomorrow after 5 months apart, but the realities of life had other plans.

Jeongyeon was getting ready for bed when your photo lit up her phone screen. Her tiredness trickled away, now replaced with joy, as she answered.

"Hey baby, how's your day going? I can't wait to see you in two days. The bed feels empty without you in it."

You instinctively smiled at the sound of her voice but said nothing.

She watched as your expression became crestfallen, causing concern.

"Baby?"

"Jeongyeon." You sighed out. "I'm so sorry, jagiya, but we'll have to wait a little longer. Complications at work have come up, so I can't go to Korea yet."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine." Not really.

Of course you knew it wasn't fine.

"Honey - "

"Y/n, I'm quite tired. I'll call you back tomorrow."

Her tone left no room for argument.

"Alright. Sleep well, I love you."

You barely finished your sentence before she cut the call.

-x-

She wasn't angry at you. She had calmed down by the morning, and now she felt guilt and regret.

It wasn't your fault, but her anger was misplaced. She hated that she didn't say I love you back.

It had been nearly 24 hours of radio silence on your end. No matter how tired either of you were or the eight hour time difference, you always made time to send messages.

Jeongyeon sent a number of apologies, but still nothing.

I messed up.

She stared at the photo on her bedside table. It was your last beach trip, and Chaeyoung managed to capture the moment you made your girlfriend laugh with one of your jokes.

Jeongyeon buried her face into the pillow and tried not to cry.

She was the only one at the apartment. The members went out after sleeping over, but Jeongyeon wasn't in the mood to do anything.

"We'll be back soon, unnie!"

There was a knock on the main door, and she almost didn't respond until a few more knocks were heard.

She assumed it was one of them coming back to retrieve something, but when she opened it, she froze.

There you stood, with a warm smile on your face.

"Hello, my love." You greeted, but she just stared at you.

"Jeongyeon?" God...how she's missed hearing the sound of your voice in person.

She couldn't hold back her tears this time as she leapt into your welcoming arms.

You said nothing else, just letting the comfortable silence surround you, whilst you held her close.

-x-

After an emotional reunion, you showered before joining Jeongyeon in her bedroom for some much needed cuddles.

She laid her head in the crook of your neck, her hand entwined with yours. Jeongyeon took comfort in the feel of your heartbeat. The steady beat soothing her.

Her eyes fluttered to a close when you wrapped your arms around her, basking in your warmth.

"I felt so bad the other day. I wanted to surprise you, but I almost gave in when I saw how unhappy you were. I was afraid that you were angry at me, especially when you hung up like that. I only became less anxious when I saw your messages."

She wriggled out of your embrace, moving to hover above you.

"I wasn't angry at you, never at you."

She leant down to shower your face with kisses, each one followed by a whispered apology.

When she finally reached your lips, you held her closer. What started as a languid kiss swiftly grew desperate.

Without breaking apart, you shifted positions, so you were sitting upright, with Jeongyeon straddling you.

Your hands sneaked under her shirt, touching her bare skin, making her flinch.

"Your hands are cold." She pouted jokingly.

"Sorry, babe." You went to pull them away, but she didn't let you.

"They're cold, but I never said you could let go." She leaned closer to whisper into your ear. "It drives me crazy when you can't keep your hands to yourself. It makes me feel irresistible."

"That's because you are."

You felt her move her lips to your pulse point, and now you were the one who was shivering. Especially since you knew she was leaving a mark.

Before you could pull her shirt off, there was another interruption, which made you both freeze.

"Was that your stomach?"

Blood immediately rushed to your cheeks. Plane food wasn't the most filling.

"Maybe."

"Aww my poor baby. Come on, I'll make something."

Stupid body. Ruining the mood like that.

-x-

After having what you proclaimed were the best noodles ever (ironic coming from a professional chef), you settled on the couch to watch a movie.

"I'm just saying it was only a pack of shin ramyun."

"My love, sometimes there is joy in the simplest of things. You made it with love and care, which is why it's the best." You spoke as if it was fact.

Goodness. You knew how to make a girl feel special and adored.

-x-

"This is nice." The movie had long finished, but the both of you were too comfortable to move. You hummed in agreement.

"I could stay like this forever."

Then why don't you? Jeongyeon thought immediately. That question seemed to elicit a light bulb moment.

How could she manage to let you go back in a few days? Dropping you off at the airport was always the worst part of your visits.

After nearly three years, she was getting sick of saying goodbye.

She gazed at you while settling a hand on your nape, running your hair through her fingers.

"Move in with me."

"Okay."

Wait. Did she hear that right?

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I swear y/n if you're just messing with me -" You cut her off with a kiss, hoping that it showed her you were serious.

"I mean it. I guess I've just had enough of saying goodbye to you." You looked at her with such tenderness. She began to tear up.

"But that means you'd have to leave home, if you move here." You shook your head with fervour.

"My home is wherever you are."

She tucked herself back into your side, and you could feel her tears finally escaping.

"You're such a sap." She faked exasperation but pressed her lips against your jaw. "But I love it."

She captured your lips this time, signifying the promise of a future together.

[borathae]

Stardust

" Taehyung, who is gazing at the endless galaxies in Jungkook’s deep brown eyes, answers him in whispers. “I love the stars as well.” Jungkook, unaware that Taehyung didn’t speak of nature's stars but those of his, looks up at Taehyung."

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Vampire!Taehyung

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: Tae tries so hard and it's reciprocated!, they're actually so in love :(, idk man this entire polycule just hits so hard whenever i write for them, a cute date, and Tae being an excited bean, and Kook being a cutie, goodness this is so cute and romantic :(

Wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: i cry into my pillow each night. i love this family so much :(

Taehyung and the others have returned from The Plains two days ago. Life at the estate didn’t change during the days they spent far away in the other realm. The plants still grew, the rooms were still homely and the sun still felt the same on the skin. Jimin was already at home again after going on a trip with Hoseok where they visited Seokjin and Emma in Gordes. The entire family had dinner together on the first night reunited. Conversation was amazing and laughter was great.

But this story is neither about the wonderful dinner nor the reunion. This story is about Taehyung and his unbearable desire to see Jungkook. 

It has been five hours since he last saw him in the home gym and Taehyung is going mad without him. Such intense feelings are still unbelievably unfamiliar to him. Truly, Taehyung isn’t used to being so needy for a person. Not in a sexual way, but an emotional way. All Taehyung craves is to hear Jungkook’s laugh, to experience his scent, to gaze at his face and feel his hug. He also craves every story Jungkook could possibly tell and needs every single word this man could ever utter. Oh, he craves this man so very much.

The door to Jungkook’s wing is unlocked and Taehyung sees it as his consent to go in. He takes off his shoes by the door, using the audible cues as his guidance. He has music playing and judging by the pungent scent of paint in the air, he is repainting walls. 

It was very easy to return to his real self after coming home from The Plains. Being human was fun and a new experience, but Taehyung must admit that he prefers to be a vampire. He enjoys his heightened senses and how invincible his body is again. The only thing he misses is his pulse and how real his body warmth felt. It was so utterly exciting to feel both of these things rise whenever Taehyung found himself close to Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook, Taehyung finds him in his living room. Well, his living room to be. Jungkook is still in the midst of renovating the room. Taehyung knocks on the opened door. He was incorrect about the walls. Jungkook is actually painting the ceiling. He chose a dark blue to contrast with the white walls. 

Jungkook lowers the paint roller, studying Taehyung.

“Hello”, Taehyung says, waving his hand shyly.

“Hey there.”

“The, uhm, the ceiling is already looking very good.”

“Yeah, right? It’s coming along nicely. I’m really liking the colour.”

“Yes, it is a very beautiful colour.”

“At first I was worried that it would be too dark, but I like it now.”

“Indeed, it fits the room very well.”

Jungkook sinks the roller into new paint and spreads it on the ceiling. He thinks that Taehyung merely came here to chat, unaware that the vampire wants to ask him for a date. Taehyung doesn’t take it to heart, watching the younger vampire with a fluttering stomach. Now that he is in front of him, Taehyung forgot every single word he ever learned.

Jungkook manages to cover quite a lot before Taehyung finally feels courageous enough to ask.

“Jungkook, may I ask you something?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure. What’s up?” Jungkook says, placing the roller aside and climbing off the ladder to hurry to Taehyung. 

“You, uhm, you have paint on your face.”

“I do? Crap.” Jungkook wipes his face blindly. “It’s the position. It’s getting everywhere.” 

Taehyung takes the cloth from Jungkook’s overalls and licks a corner of it to wipe his face with it.

“May I?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook lets him with bated breath, eyes racing over his features. He misses how much his heart raced in The Plains. Now it stays still eventhough Jungkook doesn’t feel calm. He feels giddy. Really, really giddy. Like a person who can’t believe that their crush likes them back.

“There. Now you are clean”, Taehyung finishes the job, stuffing the cloth back into Jungkook’s pocket.

“Thank you, chèri.”

Their eyes meet briefly. Jungkook grins. Taehyung flusters.

“How did that sound?”

“Nice”, Taehyung whispers and tugs Jungkook’s into a kiss by his hips.

“Mhm”, Jungkook lets out, keeping his hands away from Taehyung in order not to get him dirty.

The kiss breaks because Jungkook broke it, chuckling fondly as he does.

“Nice, it feels so nice”, Taehyung murmurs, snuggling into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.

“I’m dirty, you know.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’ll care when I accidentally put paint on your expensive shirt.”

Taehyung laughs with Jungkook, fingers playing with his belt loops mindlessly. 

“What’s up? You wanted to ask me something.”

“Ah yes! Do you perhaps want to come to my wing later? I want to show you my atelier.”

“Uh, atelier tour. Yeah, I’d like that. Am I gonna see your star painting then?”

“Yes, it will be the first thing I will show you.”

“Neat. Is it okay for you if I finish the ceiling first? I don’t want it to get patchy.”

“Of course, take your time. I shall wait for you in my wing. Please take your time.”

“I’ll be quick. Promise”, Jungkook says and turns to return to his task. 

Taehyung leaves his wing as well, bursting in giddy excitement. He will be able to show Jungkook his stars ceiling and his secret room. Jungkook will be the second person after you to know of the room’s existence (Taehyung isn’t aware that Yoongi knows the room as well after he once found you sulking in it a long time ago).

“Taehyung?”

Taehyung is in the atelier, doing the last finishing touches, when Jungkook calls out for him. The older vampire hurries outside, speeding up when his eyes fall upon Jungkook waiting by the front door. He dressed up, body hued in blue jeans and a red button up. Taehyung feels his stomach flutter. He is so beautiful.

“Look at you. You are so handsome”, he gushes, greeting Jungkook by taking both his hands and kissing his knuckles.

“You’re handsome too”, Jungkook says, gazing at him fondly. 

Taehyung straightens up, touching Jungkook’s waist. Truly, he cannot keep his hands to himself.

“Please, come in. I am so happy that you are finally here.”

“Sorry it took me a while. I had to shower and everything”, Jungkook excuses himself as he slips out of his house shoes. 

All of you mostly wear house shoes when you hurry around the estate, but take them off once you are in each other’s wings. It is cleaner this way and less cold on the feet.

“No worries, I told you to take your time and I meant it. I prepared wine and chocolate. I hope you like them.”

“I love wine and chocolate.”

They intertwine their hands as they wander to Taehyung’s atelier. Jungkook has already been in Taehyung’s wing before, having spent his time in his bedroom and bathroom, so he is familiar with the artful hallways the older vampire curated over the centuries.

“I am very happy to hear that. I find wine and chocolate to be a wonderful combination.”

“Yeah, right.” 

They reach the atelier. Taehyung stops and turns to take both of Jungkook’s hands.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Close your eyes.”

Jungkook follows with a giggle, squeezing Taehyung’s hands in excited anticipation.

Taehyung leans in and steals a kiss, eliciting another giggle from Jungkook. Only once the kiss was stolen and Jungkook properly charmed, does Taehyung finally lead him inside. 

“Keep them closed.”

“I am.”

Taehyung places Jungkook in the middle of his atelier, right underneath the moon and endless stars. He lets go of his hands and steps aside.

“Open them.”

Jungkook opens his eyes, gasping in delighted surprise.

“Wow, it’s beautiful here”, he says softly, looking around the room. The artful murals, the countless canvases, the scattered art supplies and well-preserved antiques. The love Taehyung has for this room and which he also poured into his art in this room is felt greatly by Jungkook. 

“This is the most beautiful studio ever. I love it so much” he gushes, “is the stars painting one of those paintings?” he asks and steps closer to the huge canvases Taehyung keeps leaned against the wall.

“Look up”, Taehyung tells him, almost bursting in excitement.

Jungkook lifts his head. His face falls, his eyes widen.

“Holy fuck.”

Taehyung giggles and cackles, bouncing on the spot as his face contorts into the brightest smile.

“Woah. Yo, holy shit. Wow.”

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s arm, shaking it in excitement. The latter looks at him, unable to hide his true bafflement.

“This is blowing my mind. This is the most beautiful ceiling I have ever seen.”

“I, I painted it myself.”

“You did what?!”

Taehyung steps closer, shaking Jungkook’s arm harder. He might burst in giddiness.

“I painted it. I spent three years of my life watching the sky and painting what I saw.”

“Holy fuck, Tae. This is the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen. Wow”, Jungkook says, looking up at the ceiling again to take in the beauty of it, “wow…”

“I had hoped that you would like it.”

“I love it. It’s seriously baffling to me. You painted that, like, holy fuck.”

Taehyung giggles and cuddles Jungkook from the side.

“You make me so giddy.”

Jungkook chuckles, wrapping his arm around him. He cranes his neck to kiss the crown of Taehyung’s head.

“You’re cute and fucking talented. Wow, I can’t stop staring. Wow.”

“Do you want to know how I was able to watch the sky?”

“Of course. Did you go outside on the balcony?” 

“No, better.”

“Better?” 

Taehyung tugs Jungkook with him by his hands.

“Follow me. I want to show you something very special. It is my place of tranquillity. Only ___ knows of it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

“Wow Tae, seriously this room is amazing. Did you paint the murals too?”

“I did.”

“Damn Tae, just wow.”

Jungkook has to exclaim yet another round of “wow”s, when Taehyung shows him the entrance to his secret room. He follows him with even more exclaims of wonder on his lips, meeting his crescendo when he finally stands in the octagon shaped library. Taehyung, bursting in giddiness, lies him down on the mattress and tells him to keep his eyes on the ceiling. Then he hurries to the lever, opening it with his eyes not once leaving Jungkook’s face. He wants to take in his first reaction.

“Wow!” Jungkook gasps and then becomes silent as the view steals his words. All he can do is stare and gaze in wonder as the ceiling moves aside to make space for the endless night sky.

Taehyung hurries to him, lying down beside him. He cuddles into him in a way which still allows him to look at his face.

“What are you thinking?”

“This is so beautiful”, Jungkook whispers, tearing up, “I love the stars so much.”

Taehyung, who is gazing at the endless galaxies in Jungkook’s deep brown eyes, answers him in whispers.

“I love the stars as well.”

Jungkook, unaware that Taehyung didn’t speak of nature’s stars but those of his’, looks up at Taehyung.

“I can’t believe that I lived here all these months without knowing that this room exists.”

“I keep it well hidden. I find great healing in this room and only people most special to me get to know of its existence.”

Jungkook blinks away tears, “thank you so much for trusting me.”

Taehyung kisses his lips. Softly and with love.

“I will always trust you”, he whispers, caressing his cheek slowly.

Jungkook flusters, lowering his eyes shyly. He might still be far away from perfect control, but at least with Taehyung, he can experience gentle love already. Jungkook feels at peace in his presence. And uncontrollably giddy. He lifts his eyes again so he could look at the face which makes his stomach flutter so very much. Jungkook thinks that he is even more beautiful with the stars as his backdrop.

“Do you want to see something else? And then we can finally enjoy the wine and chocolate under the stars”, Taehyung asks with sparkling eyes.

“Of course, show me”, Jungkook whispers. 

“Follow me”, Taehyung drags Jungkook to one of the shelves.

“Is it by the books?” the younger follows with a fond smile.

“Indeed, yes indeed. I have books you could enjoy. I, I gathered them here for you”, Taehyung says and takes out a big heap of books, putting them on the floor. 

He and Jungkook sit down cross legged and while Taehyung stares at him in anticipation, Jungkook takes one of the books. 

“Really?” he gasps, eyes lighting up and racing over the other books as well, “all of these books are about the stars and the universe and, and astronomy!”

“Indeed. Yes, indeed”, Taehyung giggles, bouncing on the spot, “do you know any of them already?”

“No. I don’t know any of them yet. Oh my god, this one! I wanted to read this for so long, but I could never find it anywhere!”

“It is first edition. I knew the author and they gave me a copy when it was first released.”

“Wow, oh wow this is so cool, wow”, Jungkook wipes his eyes quickly, giggling, “I can’t believe I’m holding these books.”

“You can have them.”

“What?” 

Their eyes meet. Jungkook has widened his eyes so immensely that they appear almost round. 

“You can have them. I want to give them to you.”

“But. No. No, I can’t take them. They’re yours and they’re expensive and, and valuable.”

“And I want them to be yours”, Taehyung assures him, “they would catch dust up here with me. Knowing that they could find a worthy home with you, would mean so much more to me.”

“I can’t take them, no.”

“Yes, you can. They are yours. Truly.”

“But-”

“No buts. I insist”, Taehyung shoves them closer to Jungkook, “they are yours.”

“Are you really sure?”

“I am. So very sure.”

“Oh god. Thank you”, Jungkook falls around Taehyung’s neck, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Taehyung smiles, hugging him as tightly as possible. The sweet scent of true happiness radiates off of Jungkook. His squeaky giggles are yet another indicator of the immense happiness Taehyung makes him feel.

“Thank you so much. Thank you so, so much.”

“I’m so happy to know that they found a new home. They will be well taken care of.”

“They will, oh god”, Jungkook sits back on his heels, beaming at Taehyung with glassy eyes, “you have no idea how much I dreamed of having more astronomy books. I, I only have a few and, and they are either very modern or really ruined already. I, I read all of them so many times already and, and now I have new things to go through, oh god. I want to cry, oh god”, Jungkook hides his face in his hands and sobs a little.

“Goodness, don’t cry”, Taehyung gasps, rubbing his arms soothingly.

“I’m just feeling overwhelmed. I appreciate this so much. How did you know I would like all of this?”

“I truly hoped that you would. You told me about your love for astronomy and so I wished for all of this to be of your liking.”

“It is. All of it. Oh god”, Jungkook sobs softly. He is being seen and therefore loved. If this is what dating a man feels like, Jungkook is so glad that he can finally experience it. It feels so good to be treated so well.

“Are these happy tears? I cannot tell anymore.”

Jungkook nods his head, “I’m happy.”

“Yes? Oh, mon amour I’m happy to know”, Taehyung gushes, dropping his hands to Jungkook’s thighs. 

Jungkook lowers his hands to hold Taehyung’s, smiling at him even if he sniffles. 

“I’m so happy. I’m so, so happy.”

Taehyung smiles, feeling incredibly warm in his chest.

“This means more to me than you might think. All I want is your happiness, my north star.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook giggles, falling around Taehyung’s neck again, “oh god, Tae. I love you.”

“I love you too, mon bel amour.”

[tulkunmakto]

hahaw nìltsan

Description: Human!reader has spent many years of her life on Pandora, originally as part of the science team. She learned Na’vi with the Omaticaya, in the forest she considered a home away from home for many years. Left Earth in search of something more. Now resides with the Metkayina (don’t ask, I just felt like being w them) and has a deep relationship with a Metkayina male.

OC!Na’vi x Human!Reader / OC!Na’vi x Human!Y/N / Metkayina!Na’vi

AN: This is just straight up shite bc I need a Na'vi mans in my life fr. Also ignore that reader is human and there isn't one mention of breathing apparatus, I don't feel like dealing w all the technicalities a human!na'vi relationship would bring lol

If you want to listen to this lovely ambience while reading, have fun, I listened to it while writing and it's beautiful.

Most Na’vi words are italicized, though those spoken by my OC!Metkayina are are not written with the glottal stop now that we know the Metkayina don’t use that sound in their accent.

Idk who this mans is but if everyone else is taken and he's free... imma have him

enjoy

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A soft rustling caused you to stir from the layers of mat you laid upon but you did not wake. You’d only fallen asleep shortly ago, body already growing sore from your earlier recreation. The bioluminescence from the seafloor below was muted by the thick woven material of the marui pod you shared with your mate, though starlight spun through the small openings in the window glass. 

It had been an early night for you after a long day. The tulkun had returned and the day was spent in a frenzy of celebration. Bonding, storytelling, songs, dance and food were shared among the entirety of Awa’atlu. It was only your second time having met Kekoa, Ateyo’s spirit brother, and you could tell he was accepting you even more. 

Kekoa trusted Ateyo, and if you were who he chose, then he was happy for his brother. 

You’d shed tears a fair amount, washed away by the ocean spray. The connection the Metkayina had to the tulkun people was more than heartwarming. Watching Ateyo share stories with his brother and swim together felt like someone had robbed your heart and squeezed it in their palm. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen, and you didn’t think you would ever see a tulkun reunion without crying of joy. 

If only the people of your home planet could understand how harmonious all beings could coexist with each other. After all, everything and everyone on Pandora was born of the same stardust as those on Earth. You wondered when humans had stopped listening to themselves and their surroundings, though it was long before you were even born. 

But you did not harp on those thoughts that day, it was a blessed and spirited occasion. Laughter was passed around with good drink and you danced with members of the clan until your feet screamed. 

The men were the first to retreat from the celebration, as was custom for each migration cycle. The first night had the men and their brothers for a hunt during eclipse, followed by the women and their sisters the following eclipse. 

You stayed to see the men swim off before returning back to your kelku. 

The home had undergone a metamorphosis within the past migration cycle as well, becoming more of a mélange of you and Ateyo. Softer mats lined the floor, a new abundance of pillows and soft blankets. More flowers were added to hang from the high ceilings, the first weaving you’d made with the Omaticaya in the colors of the Pandoran forest. Something you could never part with. 

It seemed as if you’d already lived so many lives. 

And you were stirred yet again into this present life from the feeling of a warm body crawling in next to you, adjusting beneath the thick blanket. 

You groaned, eyes still closed. 

“Teyo?” you asked. 

He smiled immediately. It was no good, quiet or not, you always sensed him in the dark. 

“Shh, go back to sleep, txelan,” he whispered. 

You hummed, feeling him settle against you. Your back to his broad chest, curling into him and seeping up his warmth. He smelled of citrus and salt. 

“You are in for the night?” you asked, voice groggy.

Ateyo hummed in agreement, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. The gesture made you feel safe, but you wanted to be closer. He’d been gone with Kekoa for hours. You turned your body to face him, finding his face alight with illuminating freckles. You smiled at him, eyes half lidded, and he returned the grin, leaning in to press his mouth to yours. Love bloomed in your chest as his lips molded against yours. 

“Welcome back,” you said. 

“I am only a little sorry I woke you,” Ateyo replied. 

You grunted, nuzzling his neck with your nose. 

“Why only a little?” 

Both of his arms held you close, giving you a tight squeeze. You were also in for the night, there was no leaving him when he held you like this. You were whole. 

“Because I was able to get a kiss in return,” he answered. 

You let out an amused huff against his skin, kissing above his heart and lingering there. For all he had a rough, warrior’s exterior, he was so soft. 

“I always give you kisses in greeting,” you said. 

“Srane, but not always are you so pliant and vulnerable like this,” he said. His thumb caressed your waist back and forth, so small against him that his arms could’ve wrapped around you twice. 

“Mm. Maybe I’m not doing a good enough job at keeping you in your place,” you teased. 

Ateyo chuckled, moving to grip your thigh and placed it between his legs. You curled farther into him. Like seaweed around his much larger body. 

“On the contrary, babygirl, I am wrapped around your finger,” he said, stroking his cheek against your crown. 

You exhaled and with every blink, found it harder to keep your eyes alert. But curiosity got the better of you. 

“How was the hunt?” 

“A blessing from Eywa,” he said. “Now go back to sleep, txelan. I will tell you more tomorrow.” 

You yawned and your mate couldn’t help but sleepily smile at the sweet sound. You were so pliant against him, and the fact that this little human trusted him so completely to sleep entwined with him made him swell with pride.

“‘M sorry, Teyo, I’m so…” you drifted off, “So tired.” 

His own eyes began to soften, giving your forehead one more kiss before settling his head down. 

“I know, baby, I know. Sleep now for me.” 

You buried yourself into him once more with a muffled, “You’re cozy.” 

“Shh, yawne. Sleep soundly for me. I got you,” he murmured. 

You were already asleep, safe and sound curled into his strong body. Your very own fortress. 

[bp-zb1fics]

My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse  (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

a/n this was supposed to be a gift fic for 101 followers but y'all are 200 now 😭😱 omg so thanks so much for supporting my little blog!!! I know this took a little longer than expected so thanks so much for patiently waiting! 💜Special thanks to the anon who sent me an ask about missing kamden and especially to @seok02 for giving me the motivation to finish this fic and kinda just helping me with the overall process 💜💜💜

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“Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying. 

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you. 

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk. 

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation. 

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can’t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming. 

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined. 

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.

[lucky-chaos]

I miss the old you,

the one that cared about me, the one I could talk for hours about everything and anything. The one I called for the good news, the bad news and the boring news.

The one that valued honesty above it all and would get mad at mere questioning of your candor.

I miss your hugs, your "everything will be fine", the way we used to match outfit without even trying.

I miss waking up with you in my bed wearing my pijamas hugging that damn stuffed dog you proclaimed as yours the second you entered my room, the pillow fights, cuddling with you while watching your phone or when you played with my hair and we would end up talking rather than watching some lame horror movies because if we paid attention to it we would fall asleep.

I miss my ride or die, my parter in crime, the one I could cry infront of and would've never judged me... when you listened.

I miss trying new things with you, making breakfast after you had spent the night and how you wouldn't stop bossing me around because I can't cook to save my life. I miss waking up before and making you coffee hoping you'd like it (I remember how happy I was and how you just laughed at my silly dance the first time i got it right)

I miss the girl that was exited about my acomplishments, the one that was my no. 1 fan, the one I knew would be next to the stage once i got down ready to hug me because you knew I would be shocked of what I had just done or when you would Take me away 5 second before going up because you could sense I was nervous just to tell me in private how proud you were of me

I miss seeing you play with my sister, I miss seeing you talking with my mom, dance with my aunt and uncle, taking family pictures at reunions. Now everyone in my family keeps asking about you and I just don't have the heart to tell them the truth.

I could keep going of every single thing I miss, but it all just comes down to...

I just miss you💔

[the-lesbian-orpheus]

SCARS DEATH. THE DESERT DUO OF OT ALL. THE THIRD LIFE FLASHBACKS “it’s the ultimate betrayal”-G “you can’t just shoot a man in the back” -S “course I can” -G

Also Grian was starting to apologize- season one vibes but he goes “I’m s-“ and when he hears scar say you can’t do this- he changes his mind says he can LIKE- AHHH

Also the last thing scar hears before dying is G yelling “gotta go” which I know was in like a joke ish tone but THE ANGST POTENTIAL

Afkshskvdjajdhakdhiahdjqltusvxekakxtaldvjdjdgwudjgsjsbfhwidjhaidhskhduakdhjsbdvksksjdjakhd

“We’ve learned never turn our back on grian” ON THE FLOOR CRYING PUNCHING MY PILLOW AH who cares if he was just chillin in spectator mode the animatic people can do a lot with this.

These grown ass adults sitting behind their computers controlling little blocks have altered my fucking brain chemistry I can’t even- the block people are everything to me. Like I thought the canary curse and Joel’s response made go insane but this. THIS.

I don’t think I will get over limited life any time soon like all the 3rd life and double life parallels- even some last life moments I just- AHFSSKJH

Also here are more details that made me loose my mind in this section

-scar was behind grian while watching the chaos when he died even though he was cheering for everyone G was separate and he was near G

-Cleo died almost immediately after scar and the clockers were officially dead

- just scar mention getting shot/stabbed in the back at their little family reunion in the sky I-

-scar eagerly watching Grians death only to watch him walk away safe with a member of his own “family”. Also not to take away from the moment but scar writing dad i want to kill you now in the chat was hilarious to me idk why

-from Grians perspective early on: I was gonna cut scar some slack, but not anymore

- also in Grian’s perspective you can actually hear him say I’m sorry before the I’m s- and it’s so third life I can’t even

-“I did scar so dirty there- it was- he was- he had his back turned”

-Also the two of them goofing off in the sky in the end just funny and cute reunion

Also grian kept mentioning how he was lost without his bad boys(so real), but even though he had made an alliance, he spent around half of his episode focusing on scar and his team until they were gone. HAGSJAHHSKAGDJA Also, the fact that he is now a nosy neighbor which has BIGB of all people, and yet he does a 180 from double life and focuses on scar like AHH. and I could go into a whole side thing about sky sibling but not the time. Also don’t even get me started on grians “I can rebuild” moment and him running out of materials and clinging to he bad boys as his time ticks down because that can be a whole other ramble post. THIS is just my dessert duo brainworms lmfao

Time to listen to tongues and teeth on repeat for the s1 and s3 feels

If you actually read all that thanks for listening to my word vomit. :))

I will probably end up with lots more ramble posts when I finish all my usual perspectives so buckle in

EDIT: APPARENTLY GRIAN SAID “you gotta go” THATS SO MUCH WORSE/BETTER AJDHAKSHGAHAHSJ

[cuddlebugsirius]

Warning: I cried writing this, so you might cry reading this, but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ this @wolfstarmicrofic is for the May 23rd prompt 'pool' and is a beyond the veil Wolfstar reunion scene, post-Second Wizarding War. Everyone's dead. But no one is alone!

Remus woke to a murmur that was slowly growing louder, his head pillowed on a strangely familiar surface. As the voice grew louder, he recognised it: Sirius.

“My Moony is here, my Moony is here, look Prongs, he's finally here!”

He coughed just once, blinking in the low light, and saw the radiant face of his love leant over his frame. It was then he realised why it was so familiar, this place.

“We’re in the clearing?”

“Moony,” Sirius breathed, toppling Remus off of his lap so that he could flop on top of him in a hug; “Gods, Moony, I've missed being able to touch you so much,”

Eyes watering, he caught James hovering a few feet away from them, Remus' arms full of the boy he loved and the clearing full of their long-gone friends and family. The sun was just rising, casting shadows of the lush fruit trees across the wide open space as everyone he'd been missing came closer and closer to them. Potter Manor was far in the distance, but he would recognise the grove of trees they'd lounged in every summer from fourth year on for eternity.

“Did he live?” He asked, watching Lily and James’ reactions closely, “did we manage it?”

“He lived,” Lily nodded, silent tears streaming down her face as they pooled in James' eyes; “I’m so sorry it cost you your life too, Remus, we never meant to-“

“Don't,” he cut her off, holding Sirius tightly as he sobbed to Remus’ chest; “don't ever apologise for letting me save your boy, or for bringing me back to my love, Lily Potter. If you do I'll, I’ll…”

She was smiling now, cheeks wet but eyes bright; “you’ll what?”

“I’ll- I will never braid your hair for you again!”

A broken laugh escaped Sirius, Remus slowly sitting the pair of them up and nudging him back so that he could see his face more clearly. To take his face in his hands again near knocked the wind from him, but he gathered all the strength he had to say: “hi, Pads,”

[tiny-breadcrumbs]

CDRAMA AND THEIR ENDING (a rant)

Cdrama tren of making an open/ambiguous ending sucks. No matter if they plan to do a sequel whatsoever, it still annoying. Even more so when they try to side-stepping a well deserved sad ending. I feel like there is lack of satisfying ending nowadays. One that left such a huge crater of emotional breakdown like nirvana in fire.

Yes I'm looking at you mlc!! While I'm a sucker for happy ending, the story like one of li lianhua's will have a biggest impact if he die in the end. It will make more sense that way to end his arc. Close the chapter of life with death of a man who already one leg in a grave. Why bother with that kind of very ambiguous ending sequence?! They absolutely can end everything with Di Feisheng last declaration and cut into black. Maybe put some old dialog from li xiangyi and it will make me wept into my pillow. Or end it in the letter at the beach, even better. That special episode never fail at getting into my nerves. If they want to show a happy ending, I'm sure they can make some sequence with the trio interacting instead of whatever that ambiguous back and beach framing. I'm so ready to cry at the ending, like I'm super reluctant about it, but I will not accept less than an impactful last line on that kind of story. Well, the special scene evaporated all my tears instead. I'm going from 'oh no he die, it's so sad!' to 'what the fuck' really fast, even now I still avoid that several last minutes like a plague. Not because of emotional attachment but more because it reduce the level of good plot from my very picky drama radar.

Some cdrama have the potential to be enjoyable. Not that high in story telling quality per se in term of some questionable logic, but they can be an enjoyable evening watch while you are lounging in your bed kind of things. It has its own value and merit. But man, do they suck at tie up the ending sometimes.

I'm ranting based on my experience and not so long list of drama I'm able to sit through until the end, still it's such an annoying moment to realise the amount of good ending I've met so far can be counted in one hand. Maybe I'm just picky. It's a matter of personal preference afterall, but as someone who enjoy storytelling, this give me ick more often than not. Even this happen with a happy ending drama too, I feel like they tend to rush the ending sequence. Like there is not enough amount of coda to close the story beautifully. Mostly it just one scene and very short and have a WIDE SHOT. Pleasee, if it is a reunion at least can you give me a shot of their happy tears in that one last tender moment of kiss or hug?! A small line?! Maybe a teary whisper of "I'm home" while the screen fade to black... That would left me staring at the wall for five minutes to comtemplate my existence, honestly. Most of the time a quiet hug didn't do enough justice to convey the relief when they shown in a freaking wide shot. Even more infuriating when the reunion cut short before the character even do anything other than staring at each other eyes in a stunned expression. Call me a nosy bitch but I don't like to give them a privacy to have that teary reunion. I want to watch the tears! I want to have a front row seat with extra popcorn in my hand to watch that reunion and maybe some acknowledgement from the lead if they are the idiot who never confess before.

It is such a problem for cdrama. And I see it more and more now. In particular, at the wuxia and xianxia genre. In my opinion open ending works better when there is a very clear direction hanging on top of their head to makes it a complex A or B rather than a completely wide umbrella of what if scenario. The drama ending that do 'slightly' better at this recently? Probably "Who rules the world". There is a clear impeding doom, a ticking time bomb tying the character down in that last scene while depicting them having fun together. It is a very clear open ending with a controlled question thrown at the audience how that doom will affect them. Whether they find a way to change it or not, the actual arc of their story is already ended before that choice is needed to be made. It is a choice for the future, for the continuation of the story behind the last curtain, not for the current one.

Maybe thats why NIF able to left that huge impact in term of storyline. That drama still sit at the number one seat of best cdrama in my list, on par with Mr.Sunshine from the kdrama side. NIF was so unapologetic at making the audience cry. The plot moving in a beautiful pace and you sense the doom crawling nearer and nearer to the character. And he did finish his story. It is something so predictable, you see it coming far before you arrived at the finale, yet it still make you cry a bucket. It is a story that end beautifully, for a storytelling, not for the character. A befitting end of someone his caliber. It is a choice he already make from the start and something he stick to the end. I guess it makes us, as an audience, appreciated the character as he walks with his last breath to his end of the story, determined to close that heavy book laden with baggage. He burns bright and finally laid his head to a rest he deserved. At its core, li lianhua story is the same within this trope. Sadly they miss the chance to end it in a satisfying way.

When the story destined to end sad, make it sad. The end of a journey is not a bad thing per se. It is a well deserved rest for the world weary character after fulfilling their last purpose. It is a legacy to be left behind. A lesson in life. Cdrama skirting around the sad ending to appease certain group who demand an ill-fitted happy end with something in the middle seems rather direspectful to the character who is ready to permanently close their arc as their own choice. A tear jerking bad ending can have as good impact as their happy counterpart when the right story allowed it. But sadly, it seems the production team was the one who didn't.

[gggoode]

a little iynaf snippet for funsies :) set after the reunion but before they became gfs …

~~~~~~

Crystal still wasn’t over having Gigi back in her life. 

Every time she texted it made her grin like an idiot. Every time they met up and she saw Gigi waiting for her, or she got to wait for Gigi and see her speeding down the street to get there faster, she wanted to scream. 

Now they were in Gigi’s apartment, Crystal sprawled on the bed choosing music while Gigi was on the floor trying to cut the pattern for her latest sewing project. 

“When did you get your ears pierced?” she asked out of the blue, and when Crystal looked up she was peering at her over the edge of the bed. 

“How long were you watching me like that?” Crystal asked. She might die if she’d been caught smelling Gigi’s pillow. 

“Just a minute,” Gigi said with a shrug. “When?” 

“I was really little,” Crystal said, sitting up to watch Gigi more easily. “Why?” 

Gigi sighed. “I wanna get mine done but I’m scared I’ll faint or puke or something.” 

Crystal bit back a laugh. “What makes you think that’ll happen?” 

“I hate needles so much,” Gigi said seriously. “And for a piercing it’s going all the way through so that’s worse than getting a shot. It’s scary.” 

“Come on, you can’t even feel your earlobe,” Crystal laughed, reaching over to tuck Gigi’s hair back and pinch her ear. She squeezed hard, raising her eyebrows when Gigi didn’t react. “See?” 

“But that’s your fingers. They’re nice and a needle isn’t,” Gigi said mournfully. 

Crystal let go of her ear. “I really think you’d be fine, Gigi. You’re a big girl. And you know what Fergie always says.” 

“That’s not even what that song is about,” Gigi said, waving a hand. “I dunno how people get other parts of their body pierced. Like I know ears don’t really feel anything but imagine getting your nipple pierced or something.” 

Crystal opened her mouth then closed it again, pursing her lips. 

“Why are you making that face?” Gigi asked, narrowing her eyes at Crystal. 

“I might have…gotten a piercing. Not on my ears,” Crystal said sheepishly. 

Gigi scrambled up on her knees, eyes wide. Her eyes flicked up and down her body once. “What did you get? Where?” 

“Nipple,” Crystal squeaked out, weirdly tempted to cover herself with her hands. Her face felt bright red but she tried to keep looking at Gigi even as she looked so scandalised. 

“Oh my god,” she breathed, hands on her arm. Her first question was, “does your mom know?” 

Crystal laughed. “God, no. I don’t wanna know how she’d react.” 

“She’d wanna see it,” Gigi said seriously. 

“Well, she’s out of luck,” Crystal said, brushing one hand self-consciously over her chest. “I took it out because it kept catching on my clothes.” 

Gigi made a gagging noise and folded her arms across her own chest as if she could protect herself from any rogue piercings. “Why did you do it?” 

Crystal shrugged. “I just wanted to see what it was like,” she said, shifting to squeeze Gigi’s elbow. “Don’t be scared of getting your ears pierced. If baby Crystal could do it without crying, I think you can.” 

“Did you cry when you got your nipple pierced?” Gigi asked as she shifted to lay down beside Crystal, apparently forgetting about her pattern on the floor. 

“No! It just hurt,” Crystal laughed. 

Gigi was quiet for a moment. “Did you really get rid of it?” 

Crystal nodded. “Yeah. I was also constantly terrified of it getting infected. And I really value my nipples,” she said. She lifted a hand and was about to press it over her boob when she remembered she was with the woman she has the world’s biggest crush on and that was embarrassing, so tucked it behind her head instead. 

“I wish I got up to more exciting stuff when we weren’t talking,” Gigi mumbled. 

Crystal swallowed. They hadn’t really talked about their time apart, and she was so curious about what she’d been doing but didn’t want to interrogate her. “What was the most exciting thing you did?” she asked. 

Gigi hummed and shifted to lean against Crystal’s shoulder. “Me and my mom burned a bunch of my dad’s stuff in our backyard. That was fun.” 

“That does sound fun,” Crystal agreed. 

“It was good until we got nervous about poisoning ourselves with the smoke and tried to put it out but the water bucket got too heavy and we just dropped it on the kitchen floor.” 

Crystal snorted and pressed her nose into Gigi’s hair. “Did you have fun cleaning that?” 

“That was the second most exciting thing I did,” Gigi agreed, and Crystal could feel her smiling against her shoulder. 

~~~~~~

[10.35am] do u have plans today?? 

no!! U wanna do something? [10.39am]

[10.40am] can u plz come with me to get my ears pierced plz 

[10.41am] I made an appointment then couldn’t sleep last night bc I was nervous :( 

[10.41] but I know u won’t let me chicken out 

Omg yes!!! [10.42am]

Just tell me where and when :) [10.43am]

“It’s gonna be so quick,” Crystal assured her as they sat in the waiting area, bumping their shoulders together. 

Gigi wasn’t wearing a wig or extensions today, and she looked gorgeous. She’d tied the top part of her hair back in a cute little ponytail and the rest curled around the nape of her neck, and it was everything Crystal could do not to play with it. 

“What if I vomit?” Gigi mumbled. 

“Nobody will judge you,” Crystal said. “They’ve always seen worse, I promise.” 

Gigi opened her mouth to respond but the receptionist called her name and they were sent through to the back. 

The piercer was nice, and didn’t bat an eyelid when Gigi immediately started telling her about how worried she was about the whole thing. 

She directed Gigi to sit in the chair, gave her some water, and told her to take as much time as she needed. 

“Feeling okay?” Crystal asked, leaning against the chair beside her. 

“Is it weird if I take my jacket off?” Gigi whispered. 

Crystal tried not to laugh. “That’s not weird, Geege. I’ve already taken mine off.”

Gigi shrugged hers off too, leaving her in one of her tiny vest top bralette things that had been regularly distracting Crystal for weeks. 

“You want me to hold it for you?” Crystal asked. 

Gigi looked at her jacket for a moment. “Please can you hold my hand?” 

Crystal should have expected this. Gigi had been much more tactile since coming back into Crystal’s life and she loved it, but sometimes it made her more flustered than she wanted to admit. 

But she could never say no to Gigi. She held her hand out for Gigi to take, squeezing her fingers. Gigi squeezed back, holding their hands close to her chest, 

Crystal just stared. Gigi’s fingers were long and pale against her own, and the material of her top was soft whenever she brushed it. Which was all fine until Gigi shifted to rest her cheek against Crystal’s arm. 

Crystal didn’t understand how she was so soft. Her own skin wasn’t like sandpaper or anything but Gigi felt like silk no matter where she touched her. Maybe it was something to do with the little clump of fancy-looking skin products that was always sitting on the edge of her sink. 

She didn’t get much time to think about how soft Gigi was or whether the rest of her body felt like that because the lady came back over to see if they were okay and Gigi decided she was ready. 

Crystal could feel her tensing up as the lady prepared her equipment. 

She squeezed her hand and tried not to think about how close their hands were to Gigi’s chest.  

“Maybe you should let go of me in case I do puke,” Gigi whispered, although she showed no signs of loosening her grip on Crystal’s hand. 

“It’ll be fine. Just don’t get it on my nice jeans,” Crystal teased, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. 

Gigi laughed a bit, so Crystal counted it as a win. 

The lady came over to press an ice pack against Gigi’s ear, so Gigi had to sit up and stop leaning on Crystal. Which was fine. Obviously. 

“So this is your first piercing, honey?” she asked as she held the ice against Gigi’s ear. 

“Uh-huh,” Gigi agreed. Her eyes were closed now. 

“Would your mom not let you get any when you were younger?” the lady asked sympathetically. 

Gigi shrugged. “I’m trans. And my dad said piercings were for gay boys so even if I wanted one I wouldn’t have gotten one.” 

“I see,” the lady said. “Well, it’s never too late to do it. Maybe you’ll get a taste for it and get more!” 

“I don’t think so,” Gigi mumbled. “I’m terrified of needles. I put off getting hormones for ages because I didn’t wanna inject then ended up with pills anyway.” 

While Gigi was talking and distracted, the lady had gotten on with the first ear. 

She didn’t react, and the lady seemed satisfied. “Okay. If your girlfriend can switch sides and I’ll do the other one?” 

Gigi’s eyes flew open. “What?” 

Crystal’s heart sank a bit. She didn’t think Gigi would mean it personally but she wasn’t going to enjoy listening to her shooting down the idea of Crystal being her girlfriend. 

“You already did it?” Gigi asked.  

Oh. 

“Yes, honey,” the lady laughed. “Can I get the other ear?” 

Crystal managed to worm her hand free and move to Gigi’s other side. She wasn’t sure if Gigi would want to hold her hand again but she grabbed it as soon as Crystal was within reach. 

If Gigi was happy for the lady to think they were girlfriends, Crystal wasn’t about to correct her. 

This time she was looking at Crystal’s hand while the lady iced her ear. “Can I do your nails for you?” 

“They’re done,” Crystal said, wiggling her fingers in Gigi’s grip as if to show off the seven chips of nail polish still on her nails. 

Gigi looked up at her flatly. 

“You can do them,” Crystal told her. “But I don’t want those scary claws you sometimes have, I dunno how you get anything done.”

“They’re not that bad,” Gigi said, stretching out her fingers to look at her own nails. 

“Not right now. But last week they were insane, Geege,” Crystal laughed. 

Gigi hummed and linked their fingers together again. This time she kept her eyes open while the piercing happened, and grinned up at Crystal when it was done. “Maybe I’ll get a nipple piercing next!” 

The piercer turned away to hide a laugh. 

Crystal didn’t try to hide it, but she did let Gigi swat at her for laughing in her face. 

[yzeltia]

(@driftward) 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips for U'rahn, 🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone for Y'zel and Hien, 💛 reunion kiss / relief for Y'zel and Claudien, 💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss for Jannie/Artoirel, 🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation for whatever ship contains maximum angst

💕

U'rahn panted hard as he laid out on the ground. "I've lost track of time. We've been at it for hours and I'm all sticky. I think the sun has already come up. Can we take a break for water or food? I know I'm kinda indestructible but I do get wiped out eventually."

"You requested this, Rahn. If you are truly finished you may use the safe word," Nyx reminded him.

"Porcupine. Porcupine," he panted before sitting up and crossing his legs.

Nyx nodded then unstrapped her sparing head before kneeling down to assist U'rahn with his.

"Maybe after we eat you can try using some lethal force to give me a challenge."

Nyx stared for a moment before kissing U'rahn on the nose, making his ears and tail perk up, "No."

🤍

The ceremony had wound down, the Mol retiring to their yurts, leaving Hien alone with his groom. Y'zel rested against him, face flushed from drink. Reaching down, he cupped the other's cheek.

"Should we retire? Or do you wish to stay?"

"A moment longer…my prince."

Hien smiled, leaving down to press his lips lightly on the other's, "None of that. Besides, you carry my name now and title…not that it matters."

"No, I suppose not. Though, when I was a boy I'd often fancy a handsome prince courting me…usually cause I was made to play the princess amoung my peers. I imagine…thinking on it, you would not be matched with me though if…if Doma was…"

"No. I'd proudly write your name beside mine in my faint registery and have you at my side."

With that, Hien wrapped his arms around the other and kissed Y'zel again, holding him tight as they gently laid back together.

💛

Claudien shifted in his sleep before sitting up suddenly, sensing some stand over him. Eyes adjusting, he spied Y'zel standing over him, dressed in white garb and watching quietly.

"Y'zel…what hour is it? Where have you been," he asked, stretching a bit before reaching out to pull the other's wrist.

"I've been taking care of a mess I made. Worry not. I didn't even mean to wake you."

"A mess? Should I send something to Mr. Gage to smooth it over?"

Claudien watched as Y'zel's focus remained on his lips.

"No. This is a personal matter. It's for the best you don't mention you've seen me."

"Y'zel. Your hearing hasn't returned."

"I'm fine. Just go back to sleep,” the Miqo’te cooed, leaning in to softly kiss the Hyur, hand on the man’s chest as he gently led him back to his pillow.

“I am glad…You’re safe. Come home more…Your friends want to see you. I want to see you,” Claudien yawned, slipping back into his dreams as Y’zel gently pulled away.

💘 

“I don’t believe it,” U’rahn said, arms crossed as he stared at Artoirel and Jannie across from him, the two sitting together, though apart.

“I assure you Rahn, our engagement is real. Artoirel is in need of another man at his side and we thought we’d ask you…and of course Violet I would ask you to be a bridesmaid along with Lyse and Minnoue. Violet crossed her arms, “Okay. This has been a long time coming but you’ve not told me you’ve done more than accidentally spend a night together in the same room. Have you even swived?”

“Fury…”Artoriel let out, looking anywhere else as his faced burned.

“That’s not important at all! They’ve gotta, y’know, be in love. And Arty doesn’t even sit near her. Nyx and I are like magnets!”

“That could probably be because she is a magnet,” Violet muttered under her breath.

“Please! Will the both of you behave,” Jannie breathed out, “I assure you we’ve spent plenty of time together…not to mention you’ve assisted in this entire courtship. How can you still have your doubts,” Jannie breathed out.

“‘Because we’ve done all the work and haven’t seen any reward. I mean, you tell us what happened but it’s all very chaste like one of those thick Coerthian love novels where there’s like a chapter on how depressing the moors are.”

“Yeah Yeah! I think I’ve seen him hold your hand, maybe once. You should be with someone who is crazy about you!”

“Master U’rahn, I assure you that I Miss Eyradoux occupies my every thought and is why I draw breath each day.”

U’rahn blinked, “Yeah? Then give her a kiss!”

Violet smirked, “Go on R’omeo.”

Artoriel glared at the two instigators then turned to Jannie as she flushed back at him. 

“If it is to get them off our backs,” Jannie sighed, leaning in.

The two kissed softly, lingering just a little more than they’d both have liked to, but felt unable to resist. Across from them, whistling and clapping from their friends.

“It rrreally is rrreal! Welcome Welcome brotherrr,” U’rahn yelled, getting up to give the lord a hearty pat on the back.

“Congrats, really,” Violet added, with a smile, “Now then…the dresses.”

“Yeah Yeah. Do I get a snazzy new suit? I’ve been wearing my dad’s a lot lately and I should have one of my own. Maybe when I ask Nyx to marry me I’ll…I’ll…I’ll…I’ll” “Fuck, he’s going to be stuck like that awhile,” Violet sighed as U’rahn turned pale and sat back down.

“This…is going to be a long engagement,” Artoriel sighed while Jannie let out a little laugh .

🖤

Violet was alone…the battle was over and she was adrift. Still, she could feel U’rahn and Jannie, though they felt far off. She was content though, and tired. So tired from the fighting. Why did it have to be her? 

“Vi…”

Ardbert’s voice echoed about her.

“They’re calling for you Vi.”

Violet felt her head shake, and opening her eyes she found herself surrounded by bright white light, standing in a field of pink flowers, “Il…Mheg,” she questioned before feeling a pair of strong arms around her, “Am I Echoing?”

“Not this time. You’ve gotta go. They’re calling you,” her love whispered into her ear.

Violet turned, looking into Ardbert’s eyes before touching his face, “You’re here…That swiving asshole finally did me in. And now…I'm here with you.”

“You’re not supposed to be though. You’ve got to go back.”

Violet shook her head, embracing her love, “No, you’re here.”

“I am and I am not…I will always be within you, but this is not your place. And you’ve got to move on.”

“If you send me back, you’ll just be killing me. Is this not my reward for saving everyone? Shouldn’t I be able to have you.”

“Vi…we had our time. A brief, wonderful time, but my journey ended and yours goes on.”

“Journey ends at lovers meeting! That’s what that stupid Tia said right? I’m done now. Please Ardbert!”

The specter stroked his hands through her long hair, “I love your hair down, you know” “Don’t just dismiss me! Am I just not good enough to be accepted by the Heavans!? I’ll…I’ll quit drinking. I’ll stop swearing. Fuck. Don’t tell me after all this I cannot have the only thing I’ve given a damn about!”

Ardbert sighed, hand lowering to the small of her back, “You know that’s not true. You love your friends so much, just as I did mine.”

Violet bit her lip hard, fearing she might break her skin before shaking her head, “I wanted it…All. I’m rough and tumble…but…I wanted you to meet my fathers…and to take you to my mothers grave. To meet my apparent brother. To wear a white dress and force Jannie, Y’shtola, and Krile to wear something absolutely hideous. To have your name…To have your…”

She let out a sob as Ardbert kissed the top of her head, “If my name is what you want, you can have it. But you will have more adventures, and you will wear a dress, and bring someone to meet your loved ones. And I will be with you, smiling and happy for you the entire time. Jealous even, but happy.”

Violet looked up to him, choking back her tears as she clung to the man before closing her eyes as he drew in to kiss her goodbye. 

“Sail far into your new dawn, Violet Hylfyst,” he cooed.

Violet shook then felt the darkness creep back in as her love faded from her. As she floated on, she could hear crying, at first muffled, then clearly from Alisae. Then the pull came, the pull back to life, the pull back to her loved ones…away from him, and toward the promised dawn. 

[strangecanine]

Our Beautiful Baby Boy Patrick passed away on Wednesday April 17th a month after his 12th Birthday and almost a year after his Big Brother Zenny.

Zenny and Patty were rescued as puppies together by my wonderful sister in law Michelle. We adopted Zenny and Patty was adopted by Michelle. When I first saw Patty he jumped on me with such joy and happiness, I said in my heart I would bring him home too. I knew that Zenny and Patty were meant to be together, their bond was so strong and that Jason and I were thier Mom and Dad.

We brought Zenny home and Rico had a younger brother. Bella was rescued a few weeks later and now Rico and Zenny had a big sister. I couldn’t stop thinking about my Patty and told Jason that I would ask Michelle to take him for a few weeks to visit with Zenny. In my Heart Patty was always my Son and I was his Mother. I thought about him constantly.

We went to visit my niece and before I had a chance to ask if Patty could come home with us for a few weeks, Michelle asked if we wanted to adopt Patrick. I was SO excited, I couldn’t believe it! My Prayers were answered! Patty was coming home to his Brothers Zenny and Rico and his Big Sister Bella!

The reunion with Zenny was Amazing, Patty completed Zenny their Life Force together was So Big, Such Joy! From that moment on they were two peas in a pod, inseperable where one went the other followed. Shenanigans, wrestling matches, attention arguments, tennis ball play times everywhere they went everyone knew the Pug Brothers.

So many years of Joy and Happiness, Birthdays, Holidays Family Visits and Traditions.

When Rico passed it was devastating to our Family, we suffered beyond words. Our Family and Friends were a support to us but the darkness was so dark.

Almost a year later we saw Maximus and we all went to meet him at Dolly GoodPuppy Rescue and Patty was SO happy, excited he cried the happiest cry. Maxie is So much like Rico we couldn’t believe it. We brought him home and Max, Zenny and Patty were always together with Bella watching over all of them as a Big Sister does.

Two years later we went through the devastation and unbearable pain of losing our Zenny to a rare and unheard of disease, Myasthenia Gravis and within two weeks he was gone. Our Family and Patty were never the same. That Life Force that light was different, dimmed. His big brother, insperable from birth was gone and the confusion and depression was felt by our entire family.

Patty and his Dad were always together, wherever Dad went Patty followed. His favorite place was Dad’s Studio, Mom’s Gohonzon Room and in Bed with his favorite pillow.

Patty loved to hear Dad make Music and be in Mom’s Gohonzon Room when I Chanted. I would say Let’s Do Gongyo and Daimoku and he would lay on his favorite bed with Maximus and play with his favorite toy, Stinky Piggy.

Patty had overcome two mass cell tumor removals successfully and we were all so very excited. Then a few months later Patty was diagnosed with pancreatitis and then colitis and the pancreatitis came back again and again.

We immediately put Patty on a special diet with food restrictions but nothing was working and his health continued to decline. Blood works, Ultrasounds, X-Rays, more bloodwork and ultrasounds, hospitalizations, day long IV Treatments, Fluids, Patty continued to lose weight not wanting to eat, drink water, take medications we were SO desperate to know what was making Patty suffer so much.

We did everything we could to help our Precious Son, EVERYTHING. We were at the Doctor’s every week, sometimes several times a week.

We brought him home from the Hospital and he was so weak and fragile, his little body had fought so hard and gone through so much. We were going to bring him back to the hospital for him to see the radiologist, we had done so many ultrasounds but we were filled with hope in finally finding out what was causing Patty so much suffering and flaring up Pancreitis.

But that wasn't to be. Patty passed away in the early morning hours peacefully in his sleep. I know that Zenny was there waiting, calling his brother home and Rico their Big Brother was waiting patiently for him.

There are no words to describe the pain of losing your child it is Unbearable.The grief and pain never goes away you just learn to live with it. It is always there with you.

I am SO Very Proud to be Patrick’s Mother, it has been an Honor to give him The Best Life filled with Love of Family a Joyful Life with his Best Friend, His Big Brother Zenny, Rico, Bella and Maximus.

His Love, Gentleness, Kindness will always live in everyone who met him. He was such a light in this world and his light will forever remain in our hearts.

Run free and Fast our Beautiful Baby Boy, your Brothers will take care of you until your Family joins you again. I Love you my Forever Baby Boy, I’m your Mommy and I Love You Yes I Do! Forever and Always my Beautiful Patty Bear ❤️❤️

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 24a

*Warning: Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

“Stop,” I giggled into the pillow as Kyle nuzzled the back of my neck.

“You love it baby, so don’t fight it,” he whispered in my ear.

I rolled over a bit and met his mouth with mine.

It’s been a couple months since recovering for the hunter attack at Alpha Redding’s pack house.

Now Kyle and I were back home under The Blue Moon’s roof.

The reunion back was definitely an emotional one.

Wyatt the former Beta and his mate had been the ones to pick us up from the ‘The Eclipse Pack’ I had found out their pack name from Cyrus.

The moment Kyle and I stepped out though the front door his parents swarmed him in giant hugs.

I had to step away from getting knocked over but I watched in anxiety waiting for Kyle to lose it any moment but surprisingly I saw him reach out and hold his parents close, burring him face between theirs.

I remember having to bit my lip from holding the tears in like a total wuss.

********

“Kyle,” I heard a women and a man scream the second we hit the porch.

Too quick for my eyes to see my mate was enveloped in limbs and held tight.

Skipping out of the way I watched his parents hold him so close I was afraid they were going to break him.

The anxious feeling of waiting for Kyle to attach his own parents was to close for comfort but it never came.

Instead he wrapped them both up in his strong arms and held them close.

A knot was forming in my throat as I watched and I had to clear my throat of the clogged emotions.

“I thought we lost you, baby,” I hears his mother cry in his ear.

“No. I’m right here and I'm not going nowhere,” Kyle reassured her.

Finally when they both let go of him they were wiping their eyes.

Quietly I scooted passed them letting them have their privacy and took our luggage to the car trunk when I felt something rub against the back of my pant leg.

Glancing down I saw Lakota gazing up at me with those beautiful yellow eyes.

Smiling I slammed the trunk closed and lent down in the snow, I scratched him behind the ear till he leant into my hand.

“Last call buddy. You can come with us,” I told him but got the same answer as the other million times I asked him that.

He shook his head with a huff and licked my hand.

I sighed and shrugged.

“Alright but you might want to go say bye to Kyle before we leave. And know that you’re always welcome at Blue Moon. Okay?”

He gave a bark and raced up the porch steps and tackled Kyle who was looking a bit embarrassed as he talked with his parents.

A hand was suddenly dropped on my shoulder and snapped my head to the side to see Cyrus watching them as well.

“I might miss you Levi and even your crazy mate over there,” he said squeezing my shoulder a bit.

I rolled my eyes and shoved his hand off my shoulder playfully.

“Well... I’m not sure I can say the same,” I responded snarkily.

Cyrus chuckled.

“Just so you know that advice you gave the pup goes to you too.”

I frowned at him in confusion.

He glanced at me with slightly soft look.

“You are always welcome here.”

I smiled at him and shoved at his shoulder.

“Of course I am Cyrus, you wouldn’t be able to live without a visit from me.”

He shook his head and let out a laugh.

“Punk.”

That was when Kyle and his parents came back to the car.

My mate smile gave me such elation that had to walk forward and take his hand in mine.

“Levi?” Wyatt said suddenly and I looked up to his grateful face.

“Thank you for watching over our son. It means so much to both of us.”

He reached out and squeezed my arm gently while his mates small form rammed into mine, I was glad that Kyle was there to catch me.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted in a wavering tone in my shoulder.

I laughed and patted her back lightly.

“It was no problem,” I reassured her.

When she moved back she stepped into Wyatt’s arms her hand up to her mouth.

“Alright shall we go?” the former Beta asked reaching out and opening the back door for Kyle and I.

I glanced over at my mate and smiled with a nod.

“Have a safe trip you guys,” Cyrus waved at us.

I slid in beside Kyle and closed the door while Wyatt shook Cyrus’s hand saying something before he got in the driver’s seat.

My eyes trained on the two figures of Cyrus and Lakota as we drove out of the territory.

I turned my head towards Kyle.

“Are you sure you want to leave Lakota behind?” I whispered under the happy weeping Mrs. Parkers was doing in the front seat.

His beautiful grey eyes were soft and joyful.

“Yeah, he wants this and he deserves to have whatever he wants. Plus you already told him he can come to stay with us if he wanted to so I’m pretty sure that he’ll come visit us one day,” he told me a gentle smile on his handsome face.

I let out a huff of a laugh and leant over the seat pressing my lips to his.

"Okay."

[ezras-left-thumb]

Ahh, thank you for the tag!! I love doing these and your post genuinely made me smile and kick my feet🥰 let’s get into it.

1. Been into the show since it first came out! I remember waiting for the weekly episodes to come out whilst doing my homework.

2. Tech absolutely. I don’t know, he just really appeals to me?? Always has been always will be my fav <3

3. I hope no one comes at me for this but I honestly didn’t like Wrecker at first. Idk why, but i love him now!

4. That’s tough but I’d have to say… Phee or Rex.

5. Oh God. Probably Tech or Omega or Echo lol. For various reasons for each of them

6. I’m a sucker for villains so I’d have to say Hemlock, (kinda?) he’s just a character who’s so inherently evil. Hate him as a person but he’s a wonderful character.

7. Crosshair absolutely. He’s be like “Oh, you did something bad? I’ve got body bags and a solid alibi.”

8. Omega and Wrecker!! They’d make sure everyone has the appropriate amount of pillows and popcorn.

9. I can't exactly think of anything right now, not to toot my own horn or anything but I'm pretty observant.

10. Um I have a ton of headcanons in a google doc but it's far too long to put on here so I'd have to say (not weird but) when they got back to Pabu Omega took to collecting seashells to make necklaces for everyone once a year. (There's a tree with seashell jewelry on it next to Tech's goggles.)

11. Every inch of this show is worshipped by us fans, but a favourite of mine from S2 is "I may process moments and thoughts differently, but that does not mean I feel any less." -Tech

12. Eriadu. It's ridiculous how this scene stuck with me since it aired, but his death actually made me cry.

13. Writing and posting about my fic (which I need to start doing more!!) And just doing anything I can because it has a special place in my heart where all my fandoms live <3

14. Wrecker, definitely, and Hunter I think. He'd be screaming his lungs out and then come off it and grumble, "This never happened" before he goes away to vomit.

15. Hunter and Echo give oldest, Wrecker and Tech are the middle children although Tech does sorta give youngest, (somewhere in the middle) and Crosshair and Omega are the youngest IMO.

16. S2 EP4, Tech's racer episode. Or Reunion (S1 EP8) Or Ruins of War (S2 EP2) or the S3 finale.

17. Again, people are gonna come for me but probably The Outpost. Idk, it just didn't have what I wanted, personally. Or any of the ep's without the Batch as a focus. Call me needy/selfish, but...

18. Coming home from school and plonking my bag down, getting in pyjamas and grabbing my laptop to crawl into bed and watch the newest episode. Also buying my Tech action figure. He's pretty cool.

19. Mean Girls, 100%

20. Everything. The little debates over stuff, sharing headcanons and art, and everyone participates in some way or another. Fanfictions, art, animation, music, incorrect quotes, tiktoks, it's all beautiful.

BAD BATCH 20 QUESTIONS

Get to know your fellow Bad Batch fandom community! Answer the following 20 questions! (Thanks to everyone who submitted questions for this Ask Game!)

Answer the questions and tag whoever you'd like to see their answers too 🥰

When/How did you get into the show?

Who is your favorite character from the show and why?

Was there a member of the Bad Batch you didn't like at first? If so, why? Has your view changed?

Who is your favorite non-Batch character?

Which character from the show do you most relate to?

Who is your favorite villain/antagonist from the show?

If you needed a Bad Batcher to help you commit a crime, who would it be?

Which Bad Batcher would be in charge (or take charge) of movie night?

What's something you didn't notice the first time watching the Bad Batch? (Or...what's something you didn't notice until someone else in the fandom pointed it out)

What is one strange head canon you have about any of the Bad Catchers that you haven't seen anywhere else?

What is a character quote/moment that is under appreciated from the show?

What scene/moment from the show lives in your head rent free?

What's your favorite way to participate in the Bad Batch Fandom?

Which Bad Batcher would scream the loudest on a rollercoaster?

Based on vibes alone, what is the "birth order" of the Batch? (Oldest, middle, youngest)

What's your favorite episode from the show and why?

What's your least favorite episode from the show and why?

Do you have any fun memories associated with the show?

What family movie would the Cadet Batch watch on repeat?

What is your favorite thing about being part of the Bad Batch fandom?

BONUS QUESTION

Did you commit voter fraud during prompt voting for @summer-of-bad-batch? 😂 (I have a google sheet that I'll share screenshots of at the end of the challenge with PROOF of the insanity of Summer of Bad Batch voter fraud...peak insanity, peak hilarity, loved every moment of it!)

No Pressure Tags: (all the Summer of Bad Batch community...I'd tag y'all, but that tag list would get insanely long...you know who you are 😘)

[writingsofwesteros]

Hi I’m sorry I’m bothering you so much I just love your writing and I was wondering if you ever thought about doing a second part to “Reunion” for Aemond Targaryen. Where Daemon tries to forcefully see his daughter after the dinner scene and he and Aemond really get into because of all the stress Daemon is causing the reader goes into early labor but she and the baby are both ok.

AN: Hi I hope you like it. You never bother me x <3

You had gone to bed straight after the feast; the excitement of the day had your body and mind exhausted. The pain of hitting the table has slowly left you now as you burrowed into the pillows that still smelt like Aemond. A sweet smile came over your face as you slowly became more conscious.

It wasn’t long before you realised what had woken you from such pleasant dreams. The voices that were so familiar to you only rose in volume.

“Let me see my daughter.” Your father’s voice snarled as you slowly blinked awake. Gently, you pulled the covers from yourself. “No. You have no business with her.” Your husband’s tone was just as ferocious. Men, you thought to yourself as you slowly moved to stand. “She is my daughter.”

“Father, what is the meaning of this?” You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking as you slowly opened the door to your chambers. Both sets of eyes moved over to you as Aemond was quick to come to your side. Concern moving over his eye. “Are you well?” He gently whispered; moving his hand up and down your sides.

“Yes, of course.” You whispered and took his hand. You began to play with his fingers now as Daemon only watched. “He will not allow me to see you.” Daemon finally answered as your husband’s hold on you only tightened. “I was resting.” You whispered out; still so exhausted and you wondered how long you had slept.

“I understand….can I speak to you privately.” Daemon tired again and this time Aemond snarled out. “You lost your chance to speak to her.” Aemond continued and you would have answered yourself if the pain hadn’t returned. “Aemond..” You gently whispered; your hand reaching for his own once more.

His eye widened as he kept you close. “Get the maester.” He ordered your father without a moment’s hesitation. His anger is still in his tone.

~

“Aemond…don’t leave me.” You whimpered out. Your eyes so wide as you locked them with his own. He was kneeling beside you; his fingers moving through your now wet locks as he whispered sweet nothings. He rested his head against your one. “I will never leave you.” He hummed.

You hardly noticed your father in the room as you stayed in your own little world with your husband. The talk of the maester and ladies in waiting hardly reached your ears as you whimpered in pain. You clutched at Aemond before burrowing into his neck. His familiar scent washes over you; bringing you comfort for a moment.

“It hurts.” You whimpered into his ear. Soft tears threatening to fall down your face as you tried to be strong. “Shh, my love. You can do this.” Aemond whispered; his fingers moving through her locks once more. “We are not having another.” You whimpered out and he only chuckled into your ear. It was what you had said last time too.

He kept quiet; knowing not to tease you right now as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You heard a slight shuffle as you tried to focus. The sight of your father only increasing the labours. A soft look of confusion came over your face; you had forgotten he was even there.

“You should go.” Aemond more gently ordered your father as he looked over his shoulder for a moment. “I am not going.” Daemon snapped back as another loud cry escaped you as you pushed. You clutched at the sheets that were quickly becoming red as you lost more and more blood.

“She’s losing too much blood.” You heard the maester state and you could see your vision blurring. Your fear settled in then as your heart pounded into your ears as you clutched onto your husband. “I’m scared.” You whimpered into his ear and Aemond’s full attention soon returned to you. 

“Sh, I’ve got you. Nothing will happen whilst I’m here.” He whispered sweet nothings into your ear. His words only brought you slight comfort as you burrowed into his chest. Soft sobs escaping you. Gods, you wanted to believe him but you were struggling. Your hold on him only tightened.

Daemon could only watch the similar sight in front of him. He watched as Aemond completely melted for you. A part of him that was buried deep was glad you had someone so deeply devoted to you at your side. You deserved nothing more but the best, Daemon thought to himself.

If only that could have included him as well. Those bright eyes of his continued to watch the scene. He took it upon himself to silently slip from the room. Daemon was a coward, he knew that. He looked over his shoulder once more and took your face to memory as if this could be the last he saw you alive.

You and Aemond hardly noticed his departure as you continued to cry out in pain. “Just some more, Princess.” You heard the maester whisper and you wanted to scream and curse at him. Your hold only tightened on Aemond. “I love you.” Your prince whispered into your ear as you pushed.

And pushed again. Cries still falling from your lips as it echoed around the room. You were growing weaker by the minute. “I love you..don’t leave me.” Aemond began to beg now as he burrowed into your neck. Your head fell back as your vision began to blur again; your fist tightened on the bloody sheets.

The seconds seemed to last forever as you stayed in pain and fear only wrapped around you even tighter. You hid into Aemond’s neck as you pushed once more..it would be your last as your energy drained. 

Thankfully the Gods seemed to be on your side as the cries of your child echoed around the room. A little girl, you heard them whisper but you were already falling unconscious.

~

It was hours later when your eyes began to flutter open. The evening had moved into the early morning. The soft movement in a cot beside you had your attention as you slowly moved to sit up. Aemond continued to sleep peacefully beside you and you couldn’t help but smile down at him.

It was only when you began to look around that you noticed you both weren’t alone. Aegon was slouched on the table. A cup beside him. 

Helaena was sleeping on her mother’s lap and you noticed Alicent had fallen asleep too. 

You knew at that moment you didn’t need anyone else. This was your family, you thought to yourself as you picked up your baby girl.