#which is a whole mother box of snakes

[femwizard]

I feel like there is something I must scream into the void. This is prolly not the most educated way to put together this take & I wouldn’t b surprised if it is subconsciously tied to some fucked up propaganda my country has subjected me too. In that vein I try not to directly consume mainstream news outlets. I keep a vague eye on the reporting from the intercept, and gather a lot from what my friends and mutuals post, but all that said I generally have my head under a rock. I lot of people are talking shit about Israel rn (with good reason) & other than the colonialism, ethnic cleansing, and overt cruelty that has been playing out for,,,,the past couple years? Decades? Since the end of the Second World War? I’m not exactly clear on what has Israel on everyone’s mind rn. It’s fucked up. It’s settler colonialism and it’s directly backed by the US government. Unfortunately the US also has a big hand in colonial projects all across the global south, with especially large effect in South America & east Asia. Who’s talking about the Philippines rn? What about Venezuela? The list goes on. It feels daunting and it’s important to have a focus on something in the face of everything and I’m glad people are crying out against the violence faced by the Palestinian people. It just feels like a very Eurocentric conflict, that feels comfortable for a lot of people to weigh in on due to the accessibility of Judaism and the largely white face of Jewish people in the states. Basically my thesis is don’t forget this is a global issue, and the most effective thing you can do is build local community to make your own life materially better.

[thedensworld]

Stay Supple | Y. Jh

Genre: fluff, humour, smut

Summary: two ordinary worker have to deal with a baby. What should they do? Stay supple!

Missing Yoon Jeonghan hour:( but having so much fun writing this?

The weather was perfect, the sun shining just enough to complement the mood. Both you and Jeonghan waved as you split from the elevator—like clockwork. You headed left towards the design team, while he turned right to finance. Just another day as two regular employees at a food label under a large South Korean company.

"What's your relationship with Ji Y/N?" Jeonghan was first asked this after the two of you were seen leaving work together.

"She's my friend," he'd answer, as simply as possible, before walking off, leaving behind a trail of curious colleagues.

But when your coworkers found out you actually knew "the pretty guy from finance," their questions were relentless: “Is he single?” “Are you two dating?”

"He's my roommate," you revealed one day, much to their shock. "And, believe me, he looks way better than he actually is."

Exposing Jeonghan's less-than-angelic personality to his adoring fans became your daily amusement. It was a shock to everyone when they realized the two of you shared a flat. You’d known each other since junior high, moving to Seoul together in pursuit of better education, career prospects, and, maybe, love. But living in the capital wasn’t some dreamy K-drama. Everything was overpriced, especially rent. So, with some initial hesitation, you two decided to share an apartment.

"You failed your test?" Jeonghan mocked you years ago, when you returned from your architecture exam. He wasn’t surprised—you were hopeless at STEM subjects, and he loved to rub it in.

"I told you she was a snake," you reminded him when he came home heartbroken after his three-month relationship in university went up in flames. She'd used him to get through finals. Classic.

There was an ongoing joke between you two: "There are two types of people in this world—smart but evil, and kind but dumb." It didn’t take much guessing which label each of you wore.

“How was work?” Jeonghan asked as you both trudged home from the bus stop, a routine you had grown used to. The walk was long, so you filled the time with idle chat, unless you'd had an argument the night before, then it was all awkward silence.

You beamed at him, barely containing your excitement. "Amazing! The project I pitched was a hit! I can practically smell a promotion coming."

Jeonghan chuckled, amused by your enthusiasm. "Good for you. Finance was a bit of chaotic today. Did you know the production costs are getting cut by 2% next month?"

Your excitement dimmed. "Wait, what?"

Jeonghan laughed at your panicked expression. "Don’t worry. We're trying to keep it from affecting your department—maybe even that project of yours."

You sighed dramatically. "You finance people really hold the whole company together, huh?"

As you reached your floor and walked down the hallway, the sound of a baby crying echoed. You grimaced and commented on how loud it was, while Jeonghan mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

“Jeonghan,” you stopped just a few feet from your door, a strange feeling twisting in your gut.

Jeonghan turned to you, raising an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, eyes still on his phone.

You pointed toward your apartment door. He finally looked up and saw what had rendered you speechless.

A baby box was sitting right there, in front of your door.

“Well, that's... unexpected,” Jeonghan quipped, scratching his head.

*

You stepped out of the police station, practically fuming, your brows knit together in frustration. Whatever happened inside had clearly pushed you to the edge.

"Do I look like a mother? Do I look old?" you snapped at Jeonghan, still seething over the way the officers had assumed things about you and the baby. You were taking it personally—way too personally.

"We need to investigate this situation further. There’s no CCTV on your apartment floor, so it’s hard for us to confirm whether the baby was really left there or if it’s, well... yours,” one of the officers had said, completely indifferent to your rising anger.

Jeonghan sighed, still holding the baby box as if it weighed a ton. His day had been chaotic enough at work, and now this? He just wanted to take a nap, but instead, he found himself standing in front of the police station, accused of something as wild as fathering a baby outside of marriage.

Yet, somehow, he wasn’t as furious as you.

"So, what do we do with this creature?" Jeonghan gestured at the baby, still sounding far too calm for your liking.

"It's a baby," you muttered.

"I know it’s a baby. But what are we supposed to do? The police won’t take it without more evidence, and we can’t exactly keep it," he said, his voice getting louder, almost desperate. His raised tone startled the baby, who began to cry—loudly.

Jeonghan sighed deeply, the sound of the wailing infant pushing him to his limit. He shot you a pleading look, as if expecting you to pull some miracle solution out of thin air. "You’ve never thought about being in a situation like this before?" he asked, clinging to the hope that you might have a plan.

You shook your head, helpless. "I don’t know... I want to cry too," you mumbled, your frustration bubbling over.

Jeonghan groaned. "Great. That’s exactly what we need—two people crying."

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Alright," he said, resigning himself to the situation. "Let’s just... take it home first. Then we can figure out what to do."

The two of you exchanged a look—one that spoke volumes about how absurd your day had become—before heading back to your shared apartment, a tiny, crying bundle now in tow.

You and Jeonghan sat on the floor of your living room, the baby box placed carefully between the two of you. The baby was still crying, its tiny wails echoing off the walls, and neither of you had the faintest clue how to make it stop.

"Do you think it's hungry? Or maybe... the diaper’s full?" you asked, throwing out the first guesses that came to mind.

Jeonghan instantly grabbed his phone and started Googling. "Yeah, uh, let me just... get some baby stuff," he mumbled, still scrolling as he stood up. He made it a few steps toward the door before turning back to point at you, with a smirk. "And don't do anything dumb while I’m gone. It may be a baby, but trust me—it’s judging you."

You glared at him. "Shut up!" you snapped, though there was a hint of panic creeping into your voice. You had never felt so out of your depth in your own apartment before.

Jeonghan laughed softly under his breath and hurried out the door, leaving you alone with the crying bundle. You sighed, looking down at the baby, and for a second, you swore it was staring back at you, its cries growing more impatient as if it really was judging your lack of maternal instincts.

“Okay, okay, I get it... I’m not cut out for this,” you muttered, feeling a tiny bit of guilt, though mostly stress, wash over you.

When Jeonghan returned home, the sight that greeted him was the last thing he expected. You were sitting on the couch, cradling the baby in your arms, swaying gently as if you'd been doing it for years. The baby was finally quiet, its tiny face peaceful for the first time since you’d found it.

“What did you get?” you asked in a whisper, your voice barely above a breath, as if any louder might undo your newfound peace.

Jeonghan held up a bag and gestured to its contents. "Baby milk, diapers, and... these," he said, showing you a bottle and a baby-sized nipple.

You raised an eyebrow, a little amused. "You got the essentials. How’d that go?"

Jeonghan sighed, a bit sheepish. "The staff asked me how old the baby was. I panicked and just said, 'Uh, it’s a baby... like, you know, baby.’ She gave me the weirdest look because I kept calling it it.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, careful not to disturb the baby. “Good job,” you said, offering him a sarcastic thumbs-up before handing the baby over.

Jeonghan, now holding the baby with a mix of terror and curiosity, watched as you headed to the kitchen to prepare the formula. He could hear you from the other room, opening a tutorial video on YouTube, the sounds of "how to make baby formula" echoing faintly through the apartment.

“Will it be too hot?” you called out once you’d finished preparing the milk, holding up the bottle and inspecting it like you were conducting a science experiment.

Jeonghan smirked, bouncing the baby a little in his arms. "If it can handle my hotness, I think it'll be fine."

You shot him a withering look and promptly kicked his leg, just enough to make him grunt in pain.

“Ow,” he grumbled, trying to keep his voice low, but the baby squirmed in his arms, clearly disturbed by the commotion.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed quickly, gently rocking the baby back and forth. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene—a rare sight, Jeonghan being careful and gentle, though his usual antics weren’t too far behind.

"Careful, 'hot stuff,'" you teased, handing him the bottle. "You wouldn’t want to disturb your new fan."

Jeonghan gave you a mock glare before turning his attention back to the baby, slowly offering the bottle. "Let’s see if this works."

*

Neither of you had gotten a wink of sleep. And for once, the reason wasn't work—it was a baby. A very fresh, very loud baby. After fumbling through the process of changing a diaper and discovering the baby was a boy, you immediately passed him over to Jeonghan, wincing.

“I feel like I violated his privacy,” you mumbled, shoving the squirming infant into Jeonghan’s arms. “I didn’t have his consent.”

Jeonghan just rolled his eyes at your dramatic excuse to get out of diaper duty. “Right. Smart-dumb way to avoid the work.”

The next morning, utterly exhausted and desperate for some relief, you two were saved by an unexpected visitor. Your neighbor, a sweet woman in her 50s, knocked on the door, her face full of concern. She’d heard the crying all night and was curious about the sudden arrival of a baby in your apartment.

You and Jeonghan immediately launched into a frantic explanation, stumbling over your words as you described how you’d found the baby on your doorstep. To your immense relief, she offered to help babysit while the two of you went to work.

Now, finally, there was a moment of peace as you both leaned back in the bus seat, your heads resting against the windows. You shared a glance, silently hoping the short 10-minute bus ride would somehow erase the exhaustion weighing you down.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

“She raised four kids. She’s more qualified than we are,” Jeonghan muttered, closing his eyes, the weariness catching up with him.

You sighed in agreement, sinking deeper into your seat. For now, all you could do was hope for the best and enjoy the few minutes of quiet before diving back into the chaos of your day.

"You should boil the bottle before using it, to kill the bacteria. Otherwise, the baby could get a stomachache and won't stop crying," your neighbor advised, her tone gentle but firm, as though the two of you were first-time parents instead of accidental babysitters.

Jeonghan and you stood there, nodding along, taking in her wisdom with wide eyes. "And don’t forget, after feeding, make sure he burps by patting his back gently. It’ll help him feel comfortable and sleep better."

With the baby in Jeonghan's arms, you both returned to the apartment, the weight of her advice hanging over you. You dropped everything you were carrying onto the floor, grateful when you noticed she’d even given you a small container of side dishes. You quickly stored them in the fridge while Jeonghan sat down, still rocking the baby gently in his arms.

"You should sleep," Jeonghan said after a few minutes. "I’ll watch the baby for now."

Without a second thought, you hummed in agreement, too tired to argue. You leaned over and gave Jeonghan a quick, tired kiss on the cheek as thanks before dashing off to your bedroom, ready to collapse. Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a smirk, though the small gesture made him chuckle.

As the door to your bedroom clicked shut, Jeonghan looked down at the baby, who had finally stopped fussing. “Well, it’s just you and me now, little guy,” he muttered, gently swaying from side to side. Exhaustion pulled at him, too, but the baby’s small face, now peaceful, kept him focused.

He yawned. "I need sleep as much as you do, buddy," he said softly, but continued rocking the baby, hoping the rhythmic motion would send him—and maybe himself—into a peaceful sleep.

*

Days of raising a baby you didn’t make—a running joke between you and Jeonghan to keep your sanity—were slowly becoming more manageable. The sleeping schedule was still a mess, but somehow, the two of you had adapted. You had even begun to master it. The real hero in your eyes, though, was Mrs. Moon, your neighbor, who had not only been babysitting but also offering wisdom, keeping both of you sane as you navigated this new, unexpected life.

One night, after a week of taking care of “Baby”—what you’d both started calling the little one—you and Jeonghan collapsed onto the couch. Baby lay peacefully in the rocking bed Mrs. Moon had lent you, her granddaughter's old one.

As you both sat there, half-delirious from exhaustion, the conversation inevitably shifted to the cost of suddenly having a baby around—mentally, physically, and especially financially.

“No wonder people in Korea aren’t having kids anymore,” you mused aloud, running a hand through your hair. “It’s a lot.”

Jeonghan, sprawled on the couch beside you, hummed in agreement. “I mean, it’s not news. Everyone knows how hard it is.”

“I’m so tired,” he said, his voice dripping with fatigue. “Like, mentally drained. All I want is to down five bottles of soju and just... disappear for a bit.”

You nodded, feeling the same way. “Right? I should be at a club right now, dancing, living my best life—maybe even finding someone to date,” you mumbled half-jokingly, staring at the ceiling.

Jeonghan turned his head to you, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to find the love of your life at a club?”

You shrugged, barely amused. “It doesn’t have to be love, you know... could just be, you know—distraction,” you said, hinting at something more casual.

Jeonghan gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Cheap,” he teased, his eyes wide in mock judgment.

You swatted his arm, your voice dropping to a whisper, trying not to wake Baby. “I lost my virginity at 22! I wasn’t that cheap,” you hissed, more amused than angry.

Jeonghan burst into soft laughter, knowing full well you were just messing around. He’d known you for too long to take any of this seriously. “I’m just saying... you don’t exactly scream ‘wild-child looking for a one-night stand.’”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling under your breath. “Yeah, well, I could surprise you.”

“Uh-huh,” Jeonghan replied, still smiling. He glanced over at Baby, who remained peacefully asleep, and then back at you.

“When was the last time you had it? With Joshua?” Jeonghan asked, breaking into personal territory the two of you rarely ventured. He was referring to your ex, the American-Korean guy who had ended things when he had to leave the country.

You hummed thoughtfully, rubbing your face. “Honestly? I think I’ve forgotten how it even felt,” you admitted, casting a sideways glance at him. “What about you?”

Jeonghan leaned back, scoffing slightly. “With my last ex, obviously. I’m not some playboy, Y/N, no matter what you think,” he replied, sounding a bit annoyed by the label you often teased him with.

You smirked, resting your chin on your hand. “Was it hard? You know, to only do it with a few people?”

He nodded, glancing at you seriously. “Yeah. I only ever do it when I’m emotionally attached to someone.”

Your eyebrow quirked up. “Like when you did it with me?” you asked, playfully hinting at that one time between you two.

Jeonghan’s gaze shifted toward you, a small, knowing smile forming as he nodded slowly. “Yup. Including you.”

For a brief moment, the air felt heavier between you, the shared history lingering in the silence. But then, as always, the familiarity between you and Jeonghan smoothed over any tension, settling the moment into a comfortable memory rather than an awkward one.

*

“You want me to what?” Jeonghan asked, his tone laced with disbelief as he stood frozen by the door, still in his campus jacket.

He had just returned from a long day filled with senior-year responsibilities, juggling group projects and graduation prep. Lately, the two of you had barely exchanged more than a few words, with both your schedules completely packed. You were interning at an American-Korean company, and by the time you got home, you’d make a beeline straight to your room, too exhausted for much interaction.

“Please, Jeonghan,” you pleaded, sitting on the couch with clasped hands. “I don’t know who else to ask. I only trust you.”

Jeonghan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He always knew you could be impulsive, but this? This was next-level.

“It’s not something casual, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head as if trying to comprehend what he was hearing. “It’s... complicated. You seriously want me to take your virginity?”

You pouted, your eyes wide with a mixture of desperation and resolve. “It’ll be a one-time thing,” you assured him. “I promise it won’t change anything between us. I won’t treat you differently.”

Jeonghan groaned, running a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “We’ve been friends for eight years,” he reminded you, his voice soft but serious. “What if it doesn’t go well? What happens then? Where am I supposed to live? Are we just going to keep splitting rent and pretend nothing happened?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, amused that he was worried about the rent in such a moment. “It won’t change anything. I swear.”

He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face for any sign of hesitation. He wanted to make sure you understood what you were asking for, that you were truly serious about this.

“I’m serious, Jeonghan,” you added softly, your voice more determined now.

He sighed again, his internal conflict clear. “You know this could get messy, right?”

You nodded, eyes unwavering. “I trust you.”

Jeonghan sat down beside you, still visibly unsure but also knowing that in all the years you had been friends, you had always been honest with each other.

After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke. “Alright. If you’re absolutely sure about this...”

*

The two of you took half a day off work, though the morning had started as any other. While you were still in your tank top, getting ready for the day, a knock on the door interrupted your routine. Thinking it was Mrs. Moon, you casually opened the door, only to be met by a police officer.

"Mr. Yoon? Are you Ms. Yoon?" the officer asked.

Caught off guard, you quickly excused yourself to change, leaving Jeonghan to greet the officer. When you rejoined them in the living room, the officer handed both of you a document.

"It's about the report you filed last week regarding the abandoned baby," the officer explained. "We apologize for the delay, but we've since received information about a missing person—a woman in her twenties who disappeared along with her infant."

You and Jeonghan exchanged looks, tension building in the room.

"So, we'd like you to bring the baby to the station. We'll meet with the family to confirm if the baby is theirs."

Later, at the police station, the baby was confirmed to be the missing woman's son, just two months old. The officer showed you and Jeonghan footage of a woman carrying the same baby box, wandering near your apartment complex before leaving it behind. While you weren’t given the full details about the mother, the footage left no doubt.

It was an unexpected turn of events, but also a relief.

“No more baby to babysit,” Jeonghan remarked on your way to work, a mix of exhaustion and amusement in his tone.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the last few days finally lifting. “We should get Mrs. Moon that apple mango she’s been wanting,” you said, your voice light. Jeonghan made a mental note, closing his eyes as he leaned back in the car seat.

Finally, peace was coming—real peace, and not just the brief moments of quiet between diaper changes and late-night feedings.

"I'm sorry to ask, but I just want to make sure—are you two married?" The officer's tone was polite but curious.

Both you and Jeonghan shook your heads simultaneously. "No, we're not. We're just roommates," Jeonghan replied, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glanced at you.

The officer nodded thoughtfully, taking in your response before offering a friendly smile. "Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any further questions or information, don’t hesitate to reach out."

As the officer turned to leave, you and Jeonghan stood in front of the company building, the bustling city life continuing around you. The weight of the past week was beginning to fade, replaced by a sense of relief.

Jeonghan let out a small chuckle, breaking the momentary silence. "Can you imagine what it would have been like if we had been married? The rumors would have been wild!"

You laughed, shaking your head at the thought. "Thank goodness for our status as roommates, then. At least it keeps things simple."

With a shared smile, you both stepped into the building, ready to face the day ahead—less burdened by the unexpected chaos and more in tune with each other than ever.

*

You arrived home a little later than usual, the warmth of the evening lingering around you. After a lively team dinner filled with laughter and a few glasses of soju, you decided to take a cab home, the comforting thought of Jeonghan waiting, to take care of the drunk you, made the ride feel shorter.

As you stepped inside, you were greeted by an unexpected sight. Jeonghan was slouched on the couch, drinking alone and engrossed in a variety show. The table in front of him was a chaotic scene of five bottles of soju and a box of fried chicken.

"You really have five bottles of soju?" you muttered, you sobered up from your own six glasses as the reality of the situation sank in.

"Hey, want to join?" Jeonghan offered, a lazy grin spreading across his face when he finally noticed your presence.

"You weren't joking when you said you would drink five bottles of soju," you replied, taking a seat beside him and pouring a shot of the clear liquid into a glass that had been left untouched, took in in one shot.

"Chill, girl. Did anyone bother you there?" Jeonghan asked, his words slightly slurred, yet still managing to express genuine concern.

You shrugged, leaning back against the couch. "Not really. But some higher-ups still made me pour drinks for them."

Jeonghan furrowed his brow, his expression shifting from playful to serious. Though he was clearly drunk, he was fighting to stay focused. "Which man should oppa kick his ass today?" he asked, referring to himself with a playful tone.

You chuckled, knowing how much he enjoyed the title. "Jeong Kiha," you mentioned, naming the vice president, which caught him by surprise.

"He came to your team dinner? That's rare," Jeonghan said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can’t help you there; he’s my boss as well."

You leaned in, amused by the whole situation. "What would you even do if you could? Challenge him to a drinking contest?"

"Absolutely! I’d take him down for you," he declared with exaggerated bravado, raising his glass in a mock toast. “But let’s be honest, I might need more practice after five bottles.”

"But if he bothered you, I might just have to make it personal." He continued.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Personal, huh? What do you have in mind?"

With a playful glint in his eye, Jeonghan leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I could always take you out. Just the two of us. A more... intimate setting.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, the alcohol fueling your boldness. "Intimate, you say? What would that look like, Jeonghan?"

"Maybe a cozy little restaurant where we can share more than just food and drinks," he teased, inching even closer. "I could help you unwind after your stuffy dinners with the higher-ups. Just you and me, no distractions."

A flutter of excitement surged through you. “And what else would we do, hmm?” you played along, your voice low and inviting.

Jeonghan smirked, leaning back slightly, eyes dancing with mischief. "I can think of a few ways to help you relieve some stress. You know, like teaching you how to really enjoy your drinks."

You laughed, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “Is that your idea of a fun night? Getting me drunk so you can have your way with me?”

“Maybe,” he said, his tone turning serious for a moment. “But only if you want it, too. I wouldn’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”

His sincerity was disarming, and the tension hung in the air, electric. “You know, it’s tempting,” you admitted, meeting his gaze. “Very tempting.”

Jeonghan grinned, raising his glass again. “Then let’s toast to temptation and see where the night takes us.”

You clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment, both of you fully aware that this night could lead to something unexpected—and perhaps a little dangerous.

*

Jeonghan knew he was screwed the moment you asked him to take your virginity. The eight-year crush he had nurtured for you transformed into something much more profound once he kissed you for the first time. It felt right—like the universe had aligned in that single, electric moment. Your lips tasted sweet, like vanilla; maybe it was the chapstick you always used, or perhaps it was simply how you tasted. Either way, it was everything he had fantasized about.

He touched you with a gentleness that belied the whirlwind of emotions inside him, laying you down on his bed, because you didn't want to mess up your own. Watching your face shift through various expressions as he explored you sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t believe you were under him, something that the adolescent version of himself would have dreamt about while fantasizing in the dark, his hand working over his shaft as he thought of you.

The day after he took your virginity, you kept your promise, treating him as a friend and nothing more. And that, honestly, was the most disappointing part for him. While you moved on as if nothing had changed, his feelings remained steadfast, unwavering in their intensity. Eight years had passed since that night, yet his heart still raced at the thought of you.

Now, sitting beside you, he was acutely aware of the space that had grown between you, filled with unspoken words and lingering touches. Jeonghan leaned in, cupping your cheeks in his hands, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palms. His heart pounded as he captured your lips with his once more. After all these years, you were still as sweet as he remembered, and the taste sent him spiraling back to that first kiss, igniting the flame that had never truly faded.

In that moment, all the years of friendship, all the laughter and shared memories, faded into the background. The only thing that mattered was the soft connection between your lips and the lingering sensation of what could be. He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for any sign of what you were feeling.

“Do you ever think about that night?” he whispered, vulnerability creeping into his voice.

You hesitated, your gaze flickering with uncertainty. “I try not to,” you admitted, your tone light but edged with honesty. “I didn’t want things to change between us.”

“And yet, here we are,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I never stopped wanting you.”

The weight of his confession hung in the air, and you could feel the tension between you shifting. Jeonghan’s heart raced, hopeful yet anxious, waiting for your response. Would you finally see him for more than just a friend?

You met his gaze, a mix of emotions dancing in your eyes. “What do we do now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Let’s figure it out together,” he replied, closing the distance again, this time with a sense of urgency and purpose.

Jeonghan pulled you onto his lap, his hands roaming over every contour of your body, exploring the soft curves he had admired for so long. You kissed him with a passion that felt life-altering, pouring every ounce of desire and longing into that moment. The heat radiating between you ignited something primal in him—the idea that you wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted you was intoxicating.

He carefully unbuttoned your blouse, mindful that you would scold him if he broke even one button. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers gliding over your bare skin, teasing your breast while his lips trailed kisses along your neck, igniting every nerve ending.

“J—Jeonghan…” A moan escaped your lips, and the sound sent shivers down his spine as he marked your neck with his lips, claiming you in ways that made his heart race. “I got you, baby. I got you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Your top lay discarded, and in a frenzy of desire, Jeonghan couldn’t even remember when he had removed it. He lifted your skirt, grabbing your ass as he kissed you deeply, pouring all his pent-up longing into that one kiss. He guided your hands to the hem of his t-shirt, encouraging you to strip him of his clothes. Your fingers traveled across his bare chest, and he let out a soft whimper at your touch, the sensation igniting a fire within him. This was the moment he had been waiting for—finally feeling your skin against his, a craving he had long held.

“Can you feel that?” he asked, thrusting his hips upward to let you feel how hard you made him. He noticed your cheeks tinting with a lovely blush at the revelation. “That’s how you make me, baby.”

He laid you back onto the couch, lifting your skirt higher until your thighs and underwear were fully exposed to him. One of his hands found its way to your breast, overwhelming you with sensations, while the other traveled lower, exploring your core beneath the thin, damp fabric that clung to you.

“You’re so wet, baby. And it’s all for me,” Jeonghan whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he nibbled on it playfully, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. His tongue painted a path along your neck, igniting every nerve ending with desire.

“I need you, Jeonghan,” you whimpered under his skilled touch, desperation lacing your voice. But he hushed you with a passionate kiss, drowning your pleas in the heat of the moment.

“Be patient, baby… Just a little longer,” he replied, his voice a tantalizing promise as he continued to explore every inch of you, savoring the sweetness of your body and the thrill of this intimate connection.

He watched you gasp as he slid one of his fingers inside you, pulling it out slowly while your walls clenched around him. A smirk crept onto his face when you pleaded for more, and he was more than happy to oblige, moving his finger skillfully.

“Is it like the first time? When I fingered you, is it like what I did to you eight years ago?” Jeonghan teased, his voice low and sultry. You whimpered under him, craving everything he had to give.

“It feels amazing. Always.” You struggled to mutter the words, the pleasure overwhelming you as Jeonghan added another finger.

“You’re so tight, baby. I’m not sure you can take me well,” he breathed out, his fingers moving faster, each thrust eliciting a wince as you felt a pooling sensation deep in your tummy.

“I—I can, please… J—Jeonghan…” Your arms pulled him closer, your lips pouting for a kiss, and he obliged immediately, his lips capturing yours while his fingers continued their delicious torment.

“I want to cum,” you mumbled between kisses, and Jeonghan smirked against your lips. “Give it to me, baby.”

He could feel you tightening around his fingers, your body responding to him in a way that made his heart race. He pistoned his fingers with a brutal pace, feeling the pulsating tension building in your core. A loud moan escaped your lips, followed by your first orgasm with him after eight long years, and it was all for his fingers. The thought sent a surge of excitement through him; he couldn’t wait to make you cum with everything he had.

Withdrawing his fingers, he licked them clean, his gaze locked onto your blissed-out expression, riding high from the waves of pleasure he had just given you.

Without a word, he scooped you up from the couch and carried you to his bedroom. In one swift motion, he threw you onto the bed, his desire palpable as he pulled down his pants and joined you.

With an impatient urgency, he hovered over you, lips meeting in a heated kiss that spoke volumes of the longing built up over the years. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as your bodies melted into one another, igniting the passion that had simmered beneath the surface for so long.

"You want me raw or…?" Jeonghan asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation. His question sent a jolt through you, darkening your gaze as you whispered, "Raw." It was a bold confession, one that set the stage for everything that followed. "Just so you know, I’m on the pill."

He swore he could have died right in your arms at your admission, the thrill of it igniting something primal within him. As your hand traveled down to his abs, you let your fingers tease his skin for a moment before they finally grasped his hardened cock.

“Oh my god—” Jeonghan choked at your touch, his breath hitching. The smirk on your lips told him you were acutely aware of the effect you had on him, and it only intensified his desire.

“Put it in, please,” you begged, your voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. Jeonghan nodded, leaning in for one last, lingering kiss before he positioned himself, rubbing the tip against your slick entrance, feeling the heat radiating from you.

“Don’t tease,” you urged, your hand playfully pinching his arm, and he chuckled softly, the sound filled with desire.

With a teasing smile, Jeonghan finally pushed his member into your tight heat. He gasped at the overwhelming sensation, feeling you envelop him completely. Every inch of you was warm and inviting, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he knew this was only the beginning.

He stilled inside of you, wanting you to adjust him for moment. You motioned him to move, a whimpered escaped his mouth as he pushed deeper to you slowly. Your walls clenching him tightly, pulling him deeper and making his head spinning. He pulled slowly before his hips thrusting, hitting you right, gaining a sensual moan from you.

"Keep it down, baby. Don’t want Mrs. Moon to hear us," Jeonghan murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he pushed deeper inside you.

"Faster, Jeonghan…" you breathed out the words, your voice a desperate plea laced with urgency. The thrill of being so close, yet so vulnerable, sent your pulse racing.

He obeyed, quickening his pace as he filled you completely, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through your body. You clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as you tried to ground yourself amidst the intoxicating sensations.

The bed creaked beneath you. Jeonghan’s lips found yours again, silencing any sounds that threatened to escape, kissing you fiercely as if to drown out everything but the two of you.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his eyes dark with lust as he watched your expression morph from pleasure to pure ecstasy. "I’ve wanted this for so long."

You responded with a whimper, the sound echoing in the small space, and you felt the heat pooling in your core grow stronger with each thrust. "I want you to finish inside me, Jeonghan. Please," you begged, your words spilling out in a breathless rush.

His breath hitched at your request, and he felt himself teetering on the edge of control. "You’re going to make me lose it," he warned, voice thick with need. But the fire in your eyes only urged him on, driving him to give you everything he had.

"Then let go, baby. I’m ready," you encouraged, your body arching against him, meeting his thrusts with fervor. The world outside faded away as you lost yourselves in each other, the only sound filling the room being the rush of your breaths and the soft, wet sounds of your bodies moving together.

With one final, deep thrust, Jeonghan buried himself inside you, his body tensing as he let go, the pleasure washing over him like a tidal wave. You followed right behind him, your body tightening around him as your climax hit, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy from both of you.

As you both came down from the high, he collapsed beside you, breathless and spent, while you curled into his side, feeling a mix of satisfaction and disbelief at how far you had come.

“That was... Amazing?” you said, your voice breathless but filled with satisfaction. The choice of word earned a tired laugh from Jeonghan, who could sense your smile before you leaned against his chest, the warmth between you still lingering in the air.

Jeonghan, his heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened, felt a wave of heat creep up his cheeks. He couldn’t hide the flush staining his skin, and in an attempt to conceal it, he covered his face with his arm, laughing softly. You shifted, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes, clearly enjoying his sudden bashfulness.

“Where’s the confident, cocky Jeonghan I know?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic shyness.

Without missing a beat, Jeonghan pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He rested his chin on the top of your head, refusing to let you see just how red he had become. It was rare for him to feel this flustered, but there was something about being with you that turned his usual bravado into something far more vulnerable.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, the words muffled against your hair.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him with curiosity. “Sorry? For what?”

“I just... I can’t help it,” Jeonghan confessed softly, his voice almost shy. “I—I really like you. It’s been driving me crazy for years, and now that it’s all out in the open... I’m still not sure how to act.”

His confession felt light, as if every action, every kiss, every touch was its own declaration of the feelings he had been holding onto for so long. Saying it aloud didn’t feel like it added anything new, but he needed you to hear it anyway.

You felt his heart beating faster under your palm, and instinctively, you tightened your hold on him. “I... I really like you too. Honestly, I don’t even know when it started, but after all these years, I finally have the courage to admit it. I don’t just like you, Jeonghan. I love you.”

Your words hung in the air between you, sweet and sincere, filling the room with a warmth that rivaled any physical closeness. Jeonghan’s heart soared at your confession, a feeling of complete contentment washing over him. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but nothing could have prepared him for how real and incredible it felt to finally hear you say it.

You chuckled softly, resting your head back against his chest. “You really should’ve told me earlier, you know,” you teased, playfully poking at his side. “Like... earlier earlier.”

*

You watched the football game on the field, your eyes catching a lanky boy with long hair, dribbling the ball as if his life depended on it. His movements were fluid, almost effortless, and it was hard not to be impressed.

"Who's that?" you asked one of your friends, pointing toward the boy, curiosity getting the better of you.

"That? Yoon Jeonghan," they replied casually, as though everyone already knew his name.

Days later, you found yourself standing in front of Jeonghan's desk, clutching your math homework nervously. He was deep in conversation with his friends, his usual calm demeanor unshaken by the chatter around him. Mustering up your courage, you pulled the book from your bag and held it out to him.

"Teach me math! I heard you're the best," you declared boldly, your heart racing, half-expecting him to brush you off.

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Heyyy you were asking for recs for the Fire Breathing Roommate right???

Imagine Mitsuki coming to reader and Katsuki’s apartment for his birthday and reader’s like who is THIS goddess at my doorstep like- And Katsuki’s like: Babe- that’s my mother.

I just think it would be SO FUNNY to try to celebrate Katsuki’s birthday the way humans do - because I bet dragons celebrate them very differently. So when reader gives him a big wrapped box and a cake that’s ON FIRE he’s like OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS ENDING

oh my god. you are literally a GENIUS THIS IS SOOOO GOOD AND HONESTLY ADORABLE !!! i had sm fun writing this n i hope you enjoy ! <3 if you guys have any more fbbcXtra requests, feel free to send em to me !! ps. this was way longer than i planned it to be which is funny cus this is supposed to be a mini extra's series, but oh well ! i had fun writing ! and i hope you enjoy reading as well !

♡ extra #2 : birthday battle ♡

in which : you celebrate katsuki’s birthday but you end up getting a surprise.

you wake up like usual in the morning, enjoying your day off as you laze around in bed, shuffling the most you can with the big dragon man’s arms around you, snuggly trapping you in his snake like hold and his tail warm and draped on top of your legs beneath the sheets.

just like usual, except things are a little different today and you crack a smile when you manage to free your head from his iron grip.

today is katsuki’s birthday.

he'd told you about it a few month ago in passing, and ever since you found out you'd planned everything meticulously, hence your day off, so you could make his first birthday here as memorable as possible.

you look up at his relaxed sleeping face with a soft smile, before pressing a small kiss to his chin. then another one to his nose and you giggle quietly when his nose twitches. he grouses quietly in response when you lean up and kiss him again, the corner of his mouth, his cheeks and the ones on his eyelids make him grumble. his arms around your waist squeeze.

"s'too early fer you to be botherin' me, human.." the blonde man slurs. one of his red eyes opens to peek at your smiling face, your smile widening seeing him awake. you press another kiss to the tip of his nose and he grunts in appreciation.

"s'never too early to wish a happy birthday to my dragon man." you croon. katsuki closes his eyes at your affection, but his eyebrows furrow in confusion and his grip on you gets tighter somehow.

"that's what you woke me up for ?"

"of course it is, it's your birthday !" he flops down onto his back on the bed and you break out of his hold to sit up, leaning on your shoulder to watch him. he throws an arm over his eyes but the one closest to you feels around the bed for you.

"babe, it's really not that big of a deal." he utters simply.

he'd told you, and you'd assumed, that dragons celebrate and see birthdays way differently than humans do. it's somewhat of a celebration, but not for very long. dragonshifter where usually raised to be able to hold their own; being taught to be indepented and skilled fighters from a very young age.

"it depends from faction to faction," is what he'd said, "but birth celebrations usually don't last any longer than a few minutes. and we don't do whole birthdays like you do. most ya get is a pat on the back and the most to eat for dinner." he had shrugged. a frown pulled at your face and he smirked at you, ruffling your hair as he told you not to get 'all mopey' for him, and that he didn't mind. but in that moment your mind was set.

you'd get him to experience a human birthday. and it'd be his best one ever.

you pout at him, nudging his arms and he groans despite only barely budging like jello. "it is a big deal ! i wanna be able to celebrate with you." you place your head on his chest. he lifts his arm just a bit to look at you. "birthdays are so much fun, i wanna show you that..i planned everything out too-"

"you planned this out ?" he squints.

"-pleaseee ?" you plead, ignoring his earlier question. the blonde huffs out a large sigh and covers his eyes again.

"fine. what am i g'nna do with you ?" he concedes to himself quietly, but he grabs at your waist and pulls at it, signalling for you to shuffle up towards him. you do, until your face to face with him and he sighs again, eyes softened.

"since it's my birthday, i can do what i want right ?"

"mostly, yeah. no burning anyone though." you poke his nose and giggle when he scoffs a sharp click of his teeth in annoyance.

"whatever, how 'bout you just let me sleep in then ?" he snarks.

"i can do that." you grin back at him and he tries to lean in just enough to bite your nose, but he doesn't lean far enough and simply throws his head back in defeat. you laugh and since it's his birthday, you'll let him have it, so you lean in a bit closer to his face. he takes a modest chomp at your nose and you roll your eyes with a huff at the tired smirk on his face like he'd won some type of prize. and despite his sleepy eyes he still manages to lean in again to rub his nose against yours in lazy greeting. you close your eyes and sigh at his ministrations.

but of course, your katsuki cannot live with himself if his not being a little shit and he yawns in your face. you smack a hand over his mouth and groan in disgust. he just laughs into your hand, then he bites at your palm.

"can you be not-insufferable for at least five minutes after you wake up ?" you whine, childishly wiping your hand onto his tank top.

"no can do baby, s'my birthday." the shit eating grin on his face almost makes you regret introducing him to the concept of human birthdays as a whole. almost though, because unfortunately this absolute demon man has your heart fitted nicely into the palm of his hand.

"you are truly something else." you grumble. katsuki snickers at your annoyance. "mhmm. hurry up an' gimme a kiss." he says but doesn't even give you a chance to respond when he grabs the back of your head and brings you to his lips, you don't put up much resistance either. he makes a forced face when you pull away.

"your breath smells like shit."

"you should absolutely not be talking."

the day has been going extremely well. you'd done what katsuki wanted today. which consisted of sleeping in. having his favorite for breakfast and some birthday pancakes, courtesy of you, which he gobbled up in the blink of an eye. watching his favorite movie to make fun of at the moment and taking a nap again. before going out for a birthday lunch and a (extremely tiring) hike all before dinner. the dinner and hike where set up by you. you could tell he enjoyed the activities even if he hadn't knocked his forehead to yours with a kiss to your forehead and a big blush on his face as thanks, but it was a very nice plus.

katsuki's lazing around on the couch asking you which show you want to watch while you're busying yourself with his secret chocolate fudge birthday cake. you plan to give it to him later tonight. you hide it behind a big tupperware box after checking to see if it was still intact. "just pick whatever !" you call loud enough for him to hear. carefully placing the bakery box back behind all of the other foods.

"i can't pick whatever, 'ts why i'm asking you !" you roll your eyes at his sass, a smile pulls at your face at the idea of a little revenge.

"it's your birthday, so figure something out !" you sing, he doesn't respond but growls loud enough for you to faintly hear it, and soon enough you hear a bunch of netflix prequels playing in quick succesion. you can't help but giggle.

then you hear the doorbell ring. and then again, longer and louder. it's way louder than you ever thought was possible and you wondered if it was maybe time to change some type of batteries or maybe have your boyfriend fix it for you.

"ugh, i'll get it !" you groan. you mutter a bitter 'yeah, yeah, i'm coming.' at the door. sachi definitely doesn't ring your doorbell like..that. and the only friend of katsuki's who'd probably ring the doorbell like this is kaminari, since for some reason he seems to be fixated on loud noises and specifically the noises your doorbell makes.

then you swing your door open and your met with katsuki. except a little bit taller and also a woman.

you have to blink to realise that that's not your katsuki at the door because he's already inside scrolling through shows and movies. rather, it's someone who looks extremely similar to him. the same blonde hair and same piercing red eyes and that same hardened stare. and of course, those fiery red horns and matching tail, altough hers was a little slimmer. she's extremely gorgeous.

you blink and gasp, words won't come out and the woman simply stares like she's analyzing you. you think you see the tiniest of smiles break into her face but you turn your head too quickly to tell.

"katsukiiiii !" you call "there's a very gorgeous dragon lady here who looks exactly like you ! "

in an instant it's like he teleported over to you, already in a fighting stance until he realizes who's at the door and you presume she's here for, and knows, him. his shoulders slum forward and an almost guilty expression crosses his face when he sees your widely blown eyes.

"do you know her???" you whisper yell. you forget the woman is right in front of you and can most definetly hear you, not to mention her superior hearing. katsuki exhales.

"babe.." katsuki winces apologetically "that's..my mom."

huh????

katsuki's mom hasn't stopped touching you since she got here 10 minutes ago.

from what you'd heard from your boyfriend his mother was a ruthless, aggressive stubborn and strict 'old bat' (you quickly scolded him about the way he adressed his mother) but from what you're experiencing now, this was anything but the case, though katsuki had the habit of being quite the unreliable narrator.

because ever since you'd brought her into your apartment, she has not gotten her hands off of you. to the great displeasure of your boyfriend, who's sitting on the kitchen chair glaring at the tv with his head resting against his palm and tapping his foot. when you'd went to bow to greet her she quickly scooped you up in her arms, shaking you around in her arms like a ragdoll with such force katsuki growled at her to let you go. you can't tell if being so affectionate is truly a dragon thing or if it runs in the family.

"oh aren't you just such a sweetheart !" she squeals, grabbing onto your shoulder to bring you closer to her and you squeak at the force. her slit eyes scanning over every corner of your face and she hums.

"mhmm, very good.." she pinches your cheeks between her pointer and thumb and tilts your face around, continuing to exam you. "oh, and so soft an' squishy too, like a little dumpling !" she coo's, smiling softly at you. she's a little rough, but she means well, you think. at least that's what you try to think when she suddenly grabs at your jaw to pry your mouth open. you let out a surprised gutteral noise but mitsuki doesn't seem the least bit fazed, she keeps humming to herself like a doctor. it's stupid but you're a little embarrassed because you'd recently eaten and you don't think your breath smells the best, she doesn't seem to mind that either.

"hmm..teeth aren't very sharp though.." she pouts, before a smile shines back onto her face as if to reassure you "that's okay though, sweetheart ! we can probably do something about that-"

suddenly a hand grabs at the woman's wrist and pulls her away from you and it's none other than katsuki. you smack a few times to readjust the slight pain in your jaw and you look up to see the two shifters in a heated stare down. it kinda looks ike a mirror trick because they're just so similar, it almost makes your head spin.

"quit touchin' on her old hag, at the rate you're going you'll break her fuckin' jaw." katsuki spits, dropping his mom's wrists with furrowed brows. his expression mirrors her own as she stands up to glare down at him fiercely. her eyes locking on yours make you flinch but a second passes and her face morphs, she's smiling. mitsuki grabs the top of her son's head and playfully (you hope..) smacks it a couple times, he snarls and growls but she ignores him in favor of giggling at you.

"he can be quite the brat sometimes, am i right ?!" her forced chuckles quickly turn into her pinching her son's cheeks with gritted teeth and a tick mark on her forehead. katsuki's complaint and what looks like to be an almost scorching grip on her wrist is ignored, she ignores him like he's a mere insect on her shoulder and keeps talking to you like he isn't there. "i hope he doesn't cause you too much trouble ? i know my son is a lot to handle." she asks, her sweet tone of voice returns and you sit up straighter. despite the..interesting first impression you still want your boyfriend's mother to like you.

"oh no, not at all ! katsuki's a sweetie." you smile and she coo's at you like a baby. she laughs like you'd just told her a joke and she pinches at her son's face to get his attention "heh. a real sweetie, eh ?" she mocks, raising a brow. katsuki finally manages to rip her hand off his face and he all but growls at her.

"shut up ! what're you even here for ?!" katsuki's complaint is grumbled as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. the only thing differentiating the two of them is that katsuki is currently hiding his tail, it gets in the way around your small apartment and he says it's annoying to sit with it on the couch and he hates tearing holes in his pants, so he mostly only has his horns out. horns identical to his mothers that point back when she raises her nose up at him with a dissapointed huff.

"oh please, it feels like everyone's been able to see your human den besides me !" she exclaims, resting her hands on her waist. "is it so bad that i wanted to come visit my son, and on his birthday of all days !" she huffs. katsuki scrunches his nose up in response. mitsuki continues, she fixes her warm gaze onto you and you blink up at her in surprise. she immediatly chippers up and swoops down to pick you up and hug you.

"and when was it you where planning on introducing me to your mate, and one who's such a cutie at that !" she rubs her cheeks against yours and you're glad she isn't lifting you off the ground but the way she's leaning over you makes your back hurt and has you gripping her arms. a bad decision since she thinks you're returning her affection and squeezes you harder. she glares at her son "as your mother-"

"urrghh-" he groans

"-and the one who practically set you up, i think you should've invited me sooner." she chides, patting at your head. katsuki's almost pout and slouched back reminds you of a little kid getting scolded. you supress a snort when you make eye contact and his frown deepens when you throw him a questioning lifted brow, he just shrugs and looks away again.

"pops hasn't been here yet either." he shrugs off, adjusting to cross his arms.

"you know how nervous your father gets katsuki." mitsuki scoffs, rolling her eyes at her son's comment. said son mirrors her expression, they seriously make your head spin.

"whatever. you came, you saw-" katsuki starts, heading over to rip you away from his mom's grip with minor resistance. "ya put yer paws all over my mate," he growls bitterly, giving you a firm squeeze before letting you go but never too far away from you. “so you can go now.” he says through gritted teeth and squinting eyes.

mitsuki scoffs, dramatically placing her hand onto her chest and even leans back a bit "how rude !" her wide eyes fix themselves to you and you instinctively nod, earning you a growl from the man next to you.

"while it is true i came here to see where you're living, i did come all the way here to wish my son, a happy birthday." she accentuates, putting extra intonation on specific words and every time she does katsuki shrinks into himself a bit. though after a moment he raises a brow

"there's no way you came all the way here just to wish me happy birthday." he deadpanned "what do you want ?" suddenly a smirk crosses the older woman's face and you see how on guard katsuki gets. you start getting a little nervous when stances start getting more..combative.

"do you think that ill of me, katsuki ? i'm hurt you'd thinkso little of me.. i even brought a gift too.." you start to realise how her horns starts to glow as she also backs up a bit, seeming ready to pounce. you hear katsuki scoff out a laugh and your head whips around to stare at the two. two big wings suddenly sprawl from the woman's back, your dragon man grins, doing the same and you realize-

where they planning to fight in your apartment ????

"woah, woah, woah, woah, WOAH." you get in between the both, frantically waving your arms around (you realize this is the second time you've stood in between two dragons now). immediately there's a shift. the tension remains, both blondes staying on guard but gazes fixed onto you.

"what're you guys planning to do ?!" you lock eyes with the older bakugou and shrink back "..if i may ask.." you squeak out. she giggles at your cuteness.

"oh, don't worry darling, this is totally normal ! i know you humans aren't familiar with birthday battles, but they're harmless, really !" she chirps.

"BIRTHDAY BATTLES???" you shriek, whipping your head around to see katsuki unfazed. he simply shrugs at you and your eye twitches at his nonchalance.

"it's fine. m'stronger than her anyways." he waves off, his mother barks out a laugh.

"hah ! is that the hill you wanna die on ?!" she challenges, your boyfriend has the nerve to try to respond until you cut him off before he can.

"katsuki. you are not battling in the house." you squeak, voice pitched high in distress. katsuki, the dragon man who was just about to fight his mother, apparently to the death, has the gall to pout at you.

"it'll be fine, i'll just fix it later." he grumbles.

"and where am i supposed to be while you guys fight to the death ?!" you say, your arms are still spread out like this could somehow stop the two beasts from duking it out should they decide to right now. his shoulders drop, his horns dimming. he pouts harder and you can already see what's coming.

"katsuki-"

"'ts my birthday."

"katsuki. don't-"

"you said i could do what i want."

"but i didn't think you'd do this ??" you try helplessly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes as a last ditch effort. incredibly stubborn as he is,katsuki doesn't budge. you pause to think.

it is his birthday.

and you did want to make his birthday as enjoyable as possible..and if it meant fighting with his mom would accomplish that, then so be it.

you sigh, loudly, and you want to hate the pleased little smirk on your rabid boyfriend's face so bad. but unfortunately, you can't. and that makes you sigh again.

"fine," you look up at him seriously "but not here. i'm sure you can find a field so you can..duke it out. don't get too injured." your boyfriend scoffs boastfully at your words, he pulls you in and wraps a strong arm around your waist, pulling you in. he seems to forget his mom's presence, who's now staring at you both with a smirk. you grip at his shoulders in embarrassment.

"nah, i told you i'm stronger." he says simply, kissing your cheek hard and sloppily "gonna come cheer me on ?" he offers, teasing smile on display.

"i fear i'd die of a heart attack, so i'm gonna sit this one out." you sweatdrop, patting his chest. he grunts in dissaproval but quickly shrugs it off, pressing a kiss to your head before fixing his fiery gaze onto his mother. "well, you gonna chicken out ?" he jeers.

"don't you underestimate your mother." she flashes you a loving grin, walking over to you and pressing her forehead to yours quickly and you feel your whole body warm up happily "it was wonderful meeting you dear. i hope you'll let me visit again soon."

"hell no."

"of course !" you and katsuki respond in unison. as expected mitsuki ignores her son's words and grins at you again. before she leaves she wraps you up in one of her tight hugs, thanks you for taking care of her son, then follows katsuki to the front door. the blond quickly throwing out a "i'll be back later !" loud enough for you to hear and you wave them off before you hear the door click shut. when they leave you heave a long sigh.

that was definitely one way to meet his mother, but you're at least happy it went well.

you truly hope this birthday battle really as harmless as mitsuki claimed it was, though..

after a few hours katsuki returns. not heavily injured, but extremely dirty and with tears in his clothes.

"katsuki !" you whine, walking over and inspecting his upper body and sleepy albeit satisfied face. you grab his face between your palms to get him to look at you. he closes his eyes, "i told you not to get injured !"

he simply huffs and nuzzles into your palm "m'not injured though. can see it can't you ?" he points towards his very exposed chest and his eyes shine mischievously at your flustered splutters. before you can get another complaint in he shoves his head into your shoulder and you squeal, pushing him away.

"no-katsuki, no." he growls lowly at your denial "you're dirty. go shower."

"s'my birthday-"

"you're stinky, birthday or not. you can't keep using that as an excuse you know." you snort, trying your best to stay firm, you quickly check the clock "your birthday's almost over by now." you push at his shoulders so he wouldn't get the opportunity to get comfy and try to coax you into cuddling with him.

he grumbles something unintelligible before lifting his head up to simply stare at you. "did you win ?" you ask and he huffs but he smirks

"nah, almost got her though."

"well, there's always next year."

he squints, scrunching his nose up at your words "she's not coming here next year." you squeeze his scrunched up nose and he pretends to bite at you. "stop being so mean to your mom."

"m'gonna go shower." he ignores you and you roll your eyes as you watch his tail trail behind him to your bedroom to get a change of clothes before making his way to the bathroom.

as soon as the door clicks shut you jump into motion. you bound over to the kitchen, reaching the fridge you slowly pull the chocolate fudge cake out. placing the candles on it carefully, sticking out your tongue for utmost focus. you're happy with the positioning, leaning back to admire your work. afterwards you quickly search for a lighter, and place it next to the cake, you smile when you hear the faucet turn off, just in time.

when katsuki comes out, hair still wet and puffy wearing a simple grey lounge sweater and sweatpants, you're standing in front of him. he raises a brow at your bright smile, he tilts his head back questioningly "what's up ?" he asks, suspecting some type of trick. but he was in for a surprise.

you lean forwards and grab both his hands to drag him over to the couch. "come on." you urge, pulling him along but keeping your gaze fixed on him. a huff of laughter through his nose, he barely supresses a curious smile at your giggles "what ?" he asks again when your closer to the couch.

"just siddown." you push him down rather harshly and he grunts in surprise. "i'll be right back !" before he can say anything you sprint to the kitchen and bring back his cake. "tadaaa !" you exclaim. his eyes widen.

"what's the cake for ?" he asks gruffly and you shake your head. "s'for you, silly !" you giggle. his confused stare has you explain further "for your birthday, it's what we do here." his eyes fly from you, to the cake, then back to you and you can't help but giggle.

"it's dark chocolate since i know you don't like overly sweet stuff, i figured this is sort of a rite of passage for human birthdays" you laugh, but you're interrupted when your body releases a loud "oof !" when your boyfriend's large body topples over yours. you wrap your arms around his neck almost instinctively with a loud squeak.

he doesn't say anything even as you call out to him, but you think you know what he's trying to say when he nuzzles against your neck and squeezes you tight, so tight you grunt a bit and pat at his back and he plops a wet kiss on your shoulder as apology. you smile, patting his back again, because you know what he's trying to say.

"alright big guy." you start rubbing up and down his back and giggling at his annoyed grumbles. "we still have to eat the cake right ?" you nudge your shoulder a bit to encourage him and he gets off of you after a second. he looks away from you with pink cheeks and scratching at his nape. l-let's eat it then." he mumbles. you can't help the smile that grows on your face, when you remember.

"i'll go get a knife-"

"wait, wait, wait !" you lift your arms into his face and his eyes widen "i'll go get it !" you're already getting up before he can protest fully.

"it's fine, i can do it-"

"no, no ! you. sit." you wave your finger at him and he crosses his arms "m'not a dog." he mutters, but he does as you say, begrudingly.

"c'mooon, it's your birthday right ?" you tease, laughing to yourself as you head over to the kitchen again hearing him groan a 'oh, fuck off'.

you come back with a knife, two little plates, two spoons and lighter. you place them on the little table in front of you and katsuki scans your movements carefully as you grab the lighter first. you don't think he knows what they are and thinking on it now, you probably should've at least shown him how they work. because his eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when you flick it on and the small flame comes out.

"the hell are you doin' ?!!" he shouts, quickly reaching over to grab your lighter away. you manage to carefully swerve out of his way, eyes also wide as saucers.

"what are you doing ??!" you excaim back

"why are you trynna set shit on fire ??!"

"i'm not--i'm just trying to light the candles-it's normal !!" you heave. you both stare at each other chest rapidly expanding.

"oh." is all he says. you let out a loud sigh.

"yeah." you breathe. his shoulder slump and he places his elbows onto his knees, opening his hand up signalling you to give the device to him so he could analyze it.

"you flick it on like this, see ?" you teach, showcasing it to him and handing it over so he can test it out himself. he spins it around in his hands, then flicks it on. his eyes scan the flame before he squints at it.

"f'you wanted a flame, you could've just asked me to do it instead of using this wimpy shit." your mouth almost drops in shock and you chuckle, of course he'd get jealous of the lighter. you reach for the lighter and he gives it back, not before fixing it with a scowl. you calmly now, light the candles slowly while he stares.

"i just need a little light, not a flame thrower." you jest.

"m'better than that too."

"oh, i'm sure of it." you decide to humor him, it was his birthday after all, though you are pretty positive he would be better than a flame thrower and a mini lighter.

you beckon him over and he leans towards you and the cake "now you need to blow the candles out, and make a wish !" his eyebrows furrows.

"it's just tradition." you explain, batting your lashes up at him. he drops his head with a sigh and smirks to himself before leaning in, closing his eyes for a few seconds, then he leans back as his chest expands, your eyes widen again.

"katsuki, just blow on it !"

he stops, annoyed " that's what i was gonna do, if you'd let me get it out."

"i said blow, not extinguish it." you quip. he growls then leans in, closing his eyes again to reiterate his wish (despite making fun of it at first he seemed to be taking his wish pretty serious) then softly blows the candles out, huffing out a laugh when you cheer and clap for him.

"man, i wish i'd bought party poppers.." you whine "guess that's for next year." you shrug off. unbeknownst to you, katsuki feels stupid, but he also feels his heart warm at how casual you uttered those words. next year for his next birthday here with you. he nods quietly.

you cut up a slice and place it on one of the plates, you grab a spoon and scoop up a small bite. then, you jokingly raise it up to your boyfriend who's cheeks burn bright red when you go "alright, say ahh !"

he squints at you "..seriously ?" you chortle.

"it's your birth-daaay.." you sing, inching the spoon closer to his face. he rolls his eyes, then grumbles to himself. he leans in, sharp teeth peeking as he opens his mouth with a half hearted "aah.." and taking a bite. you giggle seeing him look up at the ceiling to taste the sweet treat better, his eyes postively light up and he groans in delight when the taste finally hits. you sit on the couch, and try some of the cake yourself. it's heavenly and you hum in content "s'it good ?" you snicker with your mouth full.

"s'fuckin' good." he confirms, you snort. he let's his head rolls towards you, eyes still closed "gimme more." he demands, you roll your eyes but it's his birthday so you'll comply, feeding him another spoonful of cake.

you sit around like this the whole evening, eating cake and making jokes. and of course, finishing the day by watching a movie. you pull your hands from your boyfriends head in your lap to grab your phone, he grumbles but you ignore it in favor of checking the time. it's well over midnight now and katsuki's birthday is unfortunately over. you're happy, but it has you smiling sadly.

"what's up ?" bakugou raises a brow. his hand grabs yours.

"you're officially no longer the birthday boy.." you whisper, leaning down to place a kiss against his nose. he scrunches it and puckers his lips up, grouchy face and furrowed brows on display to get you to kiss his lips instead. you roll your eyes and even if it isn't his birthday anymore, you comply.

"was good while it lasted." he shrugs off, his eyes dart across the room "i--today was..fun." he admits bashfully, you smile sweetly. he looks up at you and closes his eyes with a huff, pulling your hand into his hair.

"'cept when that old bat barged in here."

"quit talking about your mother that way." you tug at his strands and he bites at you.

a beat passes and bakugou's pulling at your shirt roughly, and you squeak when he presses his lips to yours, pillowy lips biting at your bottom one and making you gasp which gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grabbing the back of your head to kiss you deeper.

when you pull away, heaving and lips shining with spit and his hair tousled from your earlier ministrations he smiles softly. it's faint but his eyes shine as hard as his cheeks when he speaks "thanks..for today an' all." he plays with your fingers to hide his nervousness to meet your soft eyes "dunno why you care s'much about this birthday stuff," you try to speak but he bites at your finger to silence "but..m'glad you do, or whatever. had a good day. better be ready to spend it with me again next year." he challenges, smirking up at you.

you smile back brightly, because you'll be ready to spend it with him next year and the year after and the years after that. you'd make sure to be with katsuki for every human birthday to come.

(little did you know, it was katsuki's wish too.)

this took forever but this part is done !! i had a lot of fun writing this one and even tho im a lot of days late (lol) heres another katsuki birthday piece ! i hope yall enjoy reading !! <3 if yall wanna keep being tagged jus lemme know but im only doing this bc some ppl wanted to be tagged for the first part !

*if your name is pink i unfortunately couldn’t tag you :(( @doofusarena @queenpiranhadon @rosemarygalaxy @slashersl0t @andysdrafts @berryvioo @erenstitanweave @chuugarettes @stardyedkatsuki @atinytiredpanromantic @zaiban2989 @annepamgkrth @mxpl3s-castle @jastoo46 @nemisimp @niktwazny303 @cecee77 @m-inluv

[flightfoot]

Do you have any Felix fic recs?

Sure!

I Won't Let You by @generalluxun

After Gabriel's defeat, two individuals not party to the celebration run into each other, and find each other.

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In the Shadows by @19thsentry-blog

On one side is Luka, 140-year-old Snake Miraculous holder and keeper of the Guardian's secrets, on the other is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a relatively newly minted hero of Paris and Guardian of the Miracle Box. Each is looking to fulfill their promises to their now gone mentors to reunite the Kwamis and keep them safe. Sounds simple--until you throw in a rocky start, the Atlantic Ocean, Félix Graham de Vanily, and a whole host of secrets…and suddenly simple becomes complicated (story of Marinette's life, right?).

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Succession Planning by @unecoccinellenoire

Félix has absolutely no interest in talking to anyone working for his cousin's father, but Nathalie Sancoeur is determined to make her request.

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to assess the equation of you by @marinetteplztakeabreak

“I’m not a wanted fugitive,” she said, dryly. “You could change that.” She wasn’t sure if he was joking. Wasn’t sure if she wanted him to be joking. She stared for a long second, as if she could read more into his intent in the pupils of his eyes. They stayed there for a long second, unblinking. OR: Félix and Kagami try to talk about that after credits scene in Pretension

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Found by @trishacollins

Chat Noir and Ladybug need to tie up some loose ends. Unfortunately, one of those ends is Felix.

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fruit filled garden maze by mooniecat3

A look into Félix' home-life in childhood.

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Trapped by @trishacollins

Felix asks to visit Adrien earlier, worried that his twin isn't responding to him on their bond. Gabriel catches him snooping and makes some assumptions about why. It gets worse from there.

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La nuit, tous les chats sont gris by @ninadove

In which the Cat Miraculous grants Adrien much needed freedom — even if he's not the one wielding it.

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Felix is Fine by SortaArtsy

Felix wakes up sick, but is determined to keep it under wraps. Kagami refuses to be fooled. Feligami fluff. Implied past trauma/ abuse, though nothing explicit. Set post S5 so there are SOME SPOILERS!

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Betcha On Land (They Understand) by @redundant-lava

As a young merman, Felix is fascinated by all things human. His father, the king of the ocean, has forbidden him from going to the surface, and Felix of course obeys. But when Felix accidentally crosses paths with a human princess, his whole world is turned upside down. What can he do to see her again? How can he escape his father’s control? (A Feligami Little Mermaid AU)

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Eat, Pray, Duck by @trishacollins

Gabriel Agreste split his twin sons apart when his wife died, keeping one with him and sending one to London with his sister. Unfortunately, the Supreme was not willing to let this be. He wanted a matched set. Felix is a weapon, a servant of the Supreme. On a mission to retrieve the stolen Miraculous. In a world that has outlawed kindness, sometimes the most dangerous person is the one who chooses it anyway.

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Boulangerella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

[thelaithlyworm]

META The King Mu of Zhou/Iron Mask Scholar Theorem

[ID Head-and-shoulders of a man in a fancy hat looking with satisfaction at a pill taken from a small box. Below him, a man in alchemist’s robes bends over a recumbent form that looks like a large jade figurine. The right side of the picture is filled with curlicule ornamentation.]

Okay okay okay, I wrote a version of this with quotes and chapter references but it’s quite long so I suspect not many people have read it. (No judgement, I know it’s long, I feel it.) But this definitely is something I want to talk about, so I’m doing a paperplane version for tumblr.

So! The very first adventure in this series, Wu Xie encounters a double-layer tomb with a (living) man wrapped in jade armour who is promptly murdered by Zhang Qiling. The closest thing we get to an explanation is:

– Lushang-wang raided a Western Zhou tomb for immortality secrets, then built his own tomb over it so he could peacefully bake in the armour for a couple of thousand years, to finish the immortality process.

– Lushang-wang murdered by his advisor, a fengshui expert named Iron Mask Scholar, who also put on the armour.

– Iron Mask Scholar killed some time later by Zhang Qiling.

– The map to this tomb is one of a set of famously-encrypted documents sometimes known as the Warring State Silk Texts or more specifically the Lu Yellow Silks, or some variant in-between.

[ID Overhead view of a sarcophagus under a great tree, with various lids and layer scattered around it, and inside – and sitting up – is a body dressed in armour made of laced-together plates of dull jade. Wu Xie etc. recoil in alarm. End ID]

Come Vol. 4 Snake Marsh Ghost City, Wu Xie explicitly identifies the author of these Lu Yellow Silks as Iron Mask Scholar. He describes him as “the Leonardo da Vinci of Lu State” who encrypted documents to get important secrets distributed against the wishes of a higher power. (This is also the book that introduces King Mu of Zhou as a relevant historical figure, in the form of a stone mural which heavily implies his account of a diplomatic visit to the Queen Mother of the West was an outright lie.)

There are some bits and bobs throughout the rest of the main book series, specifically, part of the history of the Jiumen going on a super big raid to find a whole stash of Lu Yellow Silks to decipher for secrets of immortality on behalf of their current patron. The novel version of this arc doesn’t really dig into who wrote them and focuses on the effect they had in the 20th century. The Ultimate Note version changes the author to King Mu of Zhou and brings in a story initially written for the Sand Sea novel – King Mu of Zhou obtained an immortality elixir from the Queen Mother of the West but didn’t want to stay in her country to complete the process by sleeping in jade. Instead he made jade armour of his own and… put a baby in a jade box: “He built two figurines with jade meteorite. One figurine to contain himself, with another to contain a baby. After taking the pill, he planned to break the figurine in a few years under certain conditions. He would be reborn as a baby and attain longevity.” (UN, Ep 35, iQiyi subs).

[ID A painting of a great cavern with rough pillars, with the irregular shape of what might be a meteorite in the background. In the midground are two upright lumps of jade of equal proportions. Vague shadows inside indicate an adult in the left one, and a child in the other. End ID]

Skippy skip through some Jiumen stuff and some Tibetan Sea Flower stuff that suggests Zhang Qiling was the baby in the box… we get to Sand Sea proper, in which the chief antagonists are the Wang Family, descendants of Wang Zanghai from the Ming Dynasty.

But, say the Wang Family, we didn’t start this. Actually you need to go back thousands of years to King Mu of Zhou. The drama version of this revelation is a very clipped lecture, albeit with some interesting art, which mostly focuses on the snake eyebrow copper fish and the snake pheromones etc. etc. (It’s a fair call – sometimes you just gotta focus.) The novel version is very, very long, placed in the novel where you would normally expect the big climax/plot resolution/massive multiplayer final action scene to be. Some key points:

– Wang-laoshi keeps explaining that he isn’t lying but he is leaving gaps in the story for his student to figure out.

– We go right back to the story of Lushang-wang raiding a Western Zhou tomb, this time specifying that it belonged to King Mu of Zhou himself. Also that Iron Mask Scholar incited Lushang-wang to take up graverobbing from the start. He wasn’t an opportunist but a strategic planner who provided a “ghost edict” in King Mu of Zhou’s handwriting explaining that it was totes okay to dig up his tomb, the ghost of King Mu of Zhou thought that was fine, break out the shovel, kid.

– Story interrupted by a student explaining that for the handwritten edict to exist, King Mu of Zhou must still have been alive somehow to write it. (No forgers in Ancient China.) The teacher agrees, explaining that King Mu of Zhou took the Queen Mother of the West’s immortality elixir but could not by himself find jade armour to neutralise the deleterious side effects.

– FROM THEN ON Iron Mask Scholar is not in this story. This is now a story about King Mu of Zhou manipulating Lushang-wang from the shadows, creating the mechanism of a baby in a small dragon-pattern box as a timer and synchronous key for his own coffin, creating the Lu Yellow Silks which as we know were written in the Warring States Era and explicitly attributed to the guy who hid his face all the time………

– In addition, the rather odd (but fun) movie Time Raiders also features Iron Mask Scholar as a key player, this time writing his secrets on copper tablets not silk and also creating a box which is both a timer and a key, like that dragon-pattern box attributed to King Mu of Zhou.

My Conclusion:

King Mu of Zhou and Iron Mask Scholar’s deeds were so often conflated because they were the same guy. This is the truth hinted at by Wang-laoshi and Xu Lei.

(to be continued)

[sushisusii]

Back from my Trip

Hey everyone, I was gone awhile because I took a trip to the US to see family that I hadnt seen in 10 years. I was happy to see my grandma. Though the rest of my family wasnt that pleasant to see. I was constantly misgendered and treated like nothing was ever different. They were all trump supporters and it make me really uncomfortable to be there. But I didnt have access to a computer the whole time I was away so it was a bit of a vacation, despite all the bad that happened. I was able to see a couple friends and I was able to visit Snake Discovery and even meet Emily! It was so nice, I really enjoyed it. Emily was a wonderful person and we talked together like we had known one another for years. It was such a wonderful experience, I even got to talk about sending them a snake of my own so that they could use it in their own projects. I had boxes of my stuff sent here to Finland, it was thousands of dollars for everything to be sent, but a friend was able to give us discounts that made it much easier to handle. Thank you again Silver, really saving my poor ass. My mother made me take so much stuff and expected me to take it all back home with me, which I obviously couldnt take anymore considering I have no money anymore. ANYWAY I'm home now and I've been taking it easy over the past couple days so that I could get some rest from all the travel and deal with the time change. But I will get back to posting stuff again soon enough. <3

[bluetorchsky]

What are some ideas or backstory about Violin and Accordion you have but haven’t had a chance to share yet?

I mean, there's a lot that I haven't really talked about, just with the lack of time and motivation. While I'm worried I won't be able to get through it all, let me list off some bullet points for each of them before doing combined stuff.

Accordion (Oliver)

His life before his mom's personality and attitude changed, and his dad's condition worsened and he was stigmatized because of it

His interactions with Nico, the family butler that was fired when Oliver was thirteen years old. Nico was Oliver's confidant until the teen made friends with Trent. The firing was unjust but Nico couldn't fight back against his mother (that and because he couldn't use his powers to defend himself from being fired)

How Oliver got his fear of snakes and was saved by his mother before getting bitten by a snake

The small moments and memories of Oliver and his dad spending time together, after the abuse started and got worse over time, and how his father tried to help him as much as possible

How Oliver started getting interested in Drag and dressing femininely at times, and finding out he liked both girls and boys, mostly boys, which then led to his love of art and just observing everything around him.

How he learned how to sneak around everyone, even with his great height and weight, growing up.

Violin (Trent)

How his family once helped him become active and gave him his love for physical activities, indoor and outdoor

How he and his sister, Ortensia, had a great relationship until the abuse started getting bad when Trent was around ten years old and wanting to transition, and how Trent pretty much cut off ties with Ortensia once she joined the Government

How Trent and his grandmother, Roxanne, got along and how she always tried to help heal him whenever he was hurt by his parents. He still resents her for not doing anything more to stop the abuse, especially since her son was the one who inflicted more of the abuse.

How Trent found solace in boxing, thanks to his boxing instructor, Justin Woods, a former Wall employee and currently doubling as a Drag Queen in the city's local bars

How Trent met an Earth Elemental tribe as a young boy, trying to run away from his abusive household, and the tribe's unspoken promise to keep him safe from wherever they were

How he had dated a couple of boys before dating Oliver, with his last boyfriend embarrassing him in front of his whole high school because of being a trans male.

Accordion and Violin (Oliver and Trent)

How Oliver and Trent met as teens and started dating when they were both sixteen years old, usually spending time together as they didn't have many friends growing up

How both Oliver and Trent moved to another city to escape their abusive family when they were 18-19 years old (not before killing a couple of people who would have been obstacles in their move)

How Oliver and Trent survived their apartment burning down and got their Music Magic, ensuring their survival. This was also how the Music Dragons Clan would find them and nurse them back to health.

How Oliver and Trent became fast learners to their new craft of Music Magic, and managed to synchronize their Music Magic together, creating a Harmonious Melody between them in the first couple of years they were with the MD Clans (this is how they can communicate to each other without using a lot of words and understand each other through subtle movements, as well as feel each other's emotions or see what the other is seeing when they're far apart)

How Oliver and Trent made friends with the members in their Music Dragons Clan, and how Frankie and Gherry became their new father figures (Frankie for Oliver, and Gherry for Trent). As well as form brotherly bonds with Alexander Springcurl, Eric Crescent, Jerry Allwork and Mason Eden (last two belonging to @capturecharlesau )

The before and aftermath of their wedding, how Oliver received his prosthetics from Shane, Manuel and Damien ( @dark-twist-fairytales character), and the deal that Frankie and Gherry made with Sir Wilford the IV, based on a future vision Frankie had seen after the chaos of the wedding

How Oliver and Trent were forced into hiding when Galeforce invaded their camp and wiped out the Music Dragons Clan, but not getting them and some survivors, and the two years they spent hiding from the Government, the Wall and the CCC before they could locate the Toppats to join them, getting them the nicknames they have now, Accordion and Violin.

I honestly might be missing something here, and there is some stuff I've mentioned in the past but never really expanded upon. But I would like to expand on these at some point in the future. When I'm not perpetually tired that is, ha.

[satansapostle6]

Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One: Legacies

Months had gone by, and Draco and Lorelei were still tense as they watched the Second Wizarding War unfolding before their eyes. Draco knew that the time for getting ahold of the prophecy regarding the Dark Lord was coming closer and closer. Draco could hardly admit it, but he was anxious to learn how his father and the other Death Eaters would go about baiting Harry into stealing the prophecy.

Draco and Lorelei had both been uneasy after returning to Hogwarts for their second semester. But still, the two of them had found ways to maintain their sanity even as chaos between Hogwarts and Dolores Umbridge ensued. Draco, much to Lorelei’s disdain, had joined Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad, which took away from much of his time with Lorelei. Draco felt that that was the only downside to being in Umbridge’s good graces.

So, the time that Lorelei and Draco did get to spend together was treated as even more eventful than before. For the first time in weeks, Lorelei was finally able to plan a real date with her boyfriend, one that didn’t take place in the classroom, or in the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Lorelei had been able to secure the Astronomy tower for their date that night, having paid Crabbe five Galleons to stand watch so that no one dared interrupt them, including Filch or Umbridge.

That night, Draco was all hers. Lorelei was determined to give her boyfriend the best birthday he could ever ask for; another night under the stars with the girl whose skin shone as bright and gentle as moonlight.

“June fifth,” Draco Malfoy smiled, holding a glass of elf-made wine Lorelei had enlisted Goyle to swipe from the kitchens. “You remembered.”

“I always do,” Lorelei slowly glanced down at his soft lips, chuckling as he leaned in for a kiss.

“This really is the best birthday present I ever could’ve asked for,” Draco sighed, admiring her custom-made emerald green dress. “You are truly a vision.”

“Well, thank you for noticing,” Lorelei said with pleasure, “But this isn’t the gift.”

He raised an eyebrow curiously. “There’s more?”

“Of course there’s more,” she confirmed, reaching into the picnic basket she’d prepared. “Happy sixteenth birthday… Draco Lucius Malfoy.”

Draco looked up at her mischievously, unsure of what to expect. The year before, a few weeks after his birthday, Lorelei had gotten him Quidditch tickets so that he could attend a game with his father. Draco had no idea how, but he had a feeling that this year, she’d somehow find a way to top that gift. Ready to find out how, he took the carefully wrapped box from her.

“Thank you, my love,” he said cordially as he slowly tore through the silver wrapping paper.

Even though that was the whole point, Draco still felt almost guilty about tearing the wrapping paper, which Lorelei had obviously worked so hard at folding perfectly at the edges. The silver wrapping paper with beautiful black designs across it was elegant and delicate, just like her. Draco carefully unwrapped the box and opened it, amazed by what was inside.

It was a beautiful silver pocket watch, unique in the striking snake carved into the front of it.

“Do you know what that is?” Lorelei asked softly, as he just looked up at her for a moment before trying to place it.

It took a moment for Draco to realize why the pocket watch looked so familiar.

“Wait. I know what this is,” he said, a shocked expression on his face, “How did you even get ahold of it?”

“My mother knows a collector,” Lorelei explained.

“Well. I don’t know what collector could’ve ever come across the pocket watch of the best Quidditch player to ever live, but whoever he is, I could kiss him!” Draco exclaimed, still in shock.

“Is he really the best?” Lorelei wondered.

“I’m not having this argument again,” Draco said, staring at the watch in awe.

“Fair enough. Look inside,” she suggested.

Perfectly willing, Draco flipped open the pocket watch, noticing the small engraving on the inside. He read it with care, seeing the message written for him in the silver clear as day.

“To My Prince”

Draco looked up at her with a proud smile, unable to voice all of his feelings.

“So it can truly be yours,” Lorelei said quietly, unsure of what reaction she’d be getting.

“You are… the best thing to ever happen to me,” he declared with finality.

“Happy birthday, Draco,” she responded, chuckling at the surreal happiness she felt. “I love you.”

“I love you more than anything,” he realized.

Treasuring the perfect gift she’d gotten him, he set it aside carefully as he sat closer to her, arm around her protectively as they sat together, watching the night sky.

“Shooting star,” Lorelei observed, “Make a wish.”

Draco paused for a moment, before looking back at her.

“I made my wish,” he whispered.

“Was it for more of this?” Lorelei asked him. “Because that’s what mine was.”

Draco said nothing, smiling as he went in for a perfect kiss.

*****

“Lorelei… I may have lied to you,” Draco began, as they sat in the Slytherin common room together.

Knowing Draco, this could have been leading anywhere.

“About what?” Lorelei questioned.

Draco grinned, reaching into his pocket. “I may have saved one final Christmas gift for you. I was waiting for the right time to give it to you,” he announced.

“Draco, it’s June! You already got me three!” Lorelei teased.

“No, two of those were for your birthday,” he reminded her.

“Most people just combine them into one single gift for the year,” she pointed out, reminding him that her birthday had just passed on the eighteenth.

“Well. Unfortunately, I’m not most people,” he sighed, offering up the mysterious little black box.

Lorelei finally allowed her charmed smile to shine through, accepting the spontaneous gift as he watched her readily.

“You’re right. You’re not,” she grinned, “I really am dating the soon-to-be most powerful man in the world.”

“Keep talking like that, and we’ll have to go to bed early,” he warned her.

Lorelei hardly felt the need to stifle her excited giggle as she unfolded the black parchment inside the box, revealing one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry she’d ever seen in her life.

“Draco!” she shouted, unsure of what reaction was even appropriate.

Lorelei had opened her present to find a ring inside, but clearly not just any ring. It was an exquisite ring with what could only be described as a giant stone on it, a stone that she had realized could only be a diamond. Lorelei had no idea how to even react, even despite all the lavish gifts Draco had ever gotten her.

“This is truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!” she cried, immediately trying it on for size.

“That’s not just any ring,” Draco told her thoughtfully, “It’s much more than that.”

“How do you mean?” Lorelei wondered, smiling as the ring fit perfectly on her right ring finger.

“I had to unlock a vault for this one,” he explained, looking at the ring on her finger. “It belonged to my grandmother. Viola Malfoy.”

At this, Lorelei looked up at him in shock, understanding for the first time what the gift had truly meant.

“Your grandmother’s wedding ring? You mean the family ring?” Lorelei asked with uncertainty.

“The very same,” Draco nodded.

“But… Your mother never even got this ring,” she reasoned.

“She never wanted it. She saved it, for me,” he explained. “She wanted her son to be able to be married with it. In fact, she’s glad I asked for it.”

“Draco,” Lorelei said after a moment, “You’re not…?”

“Asking you to marry me now?” he deduced. “No, of course not, I just… I just thought you should know that you’re the one I want to give this ring to, someday.”

Lorelei studied him as she happily returned the ring.

“Do you know what today is?” he asked her.

“June twelfth?” she asked tentatively.

“Two weeks before the one-year anniversary of our first kiss,” Draco recited.

“You remember?” Lorelei said in awe.

“Of course I do,” he nodded. “In two weeks, we’ll have been together for one year. And I don’t want to stop there.”

Lorelei couldn’t have thought of anything better as she sat with him, enjoying their time together.

“This ring will be in my family forever,” he said as he returned it to its box, “And so will you. If you want to be.”

“I think I do,” she nodded, a smile on her face.

“Good,” Draco decided, relieved that everything had gone as planned. “I think I like the idea of having my life planned out… Just not quite in the way my parents do,” he admitted.

“You don’t have to judge yourself the way they would,” Lorelei thought as she spoke, “I find I’m the happiest with myself when I think about things the way I want to.”

“You’re right,” Draco admitted, “I just… I don’t know. A part of me feels if they’ve given me everything, the least I can do is do what they want me to with it all,” he expressed.

“That’s not the only choice you have,” Lorelei said.

“What else is there?” he asked curiously.

“You can always just walk away,” she pointed out with simplicity. “Just say no, and jog on.”

Draco looked at her in surprise. He never in a million years would have put those words in Lorelei Morrigan’s mouth.

“Could you?” he asked her.

She considered his question for a moment.

“If I had a good enough reason to,” she nodded. “Yes.”

The thought struck Draco as he took a moment for himself.

“Can I ask you something?” he said out of the blue.

“Anything,” she nodded.

“Would you walk away for me?” he asked.

“Would you ever ask me to?”

“That’s not the question.”

Lorelei paused as she contemplated thoughtfully, letting the idea stew before she trusted her instincts.

“I would,” she answered, leading him to a second question.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked nervously.

“Anything,” she promised.

Draco frowned, not comforted by the response as she tried to find a way not to completely ruin the beautiful serenity of her current disposition.

“I… almost had to decide whether I wanted to walk away,” he said slowly, “For you…”

“For me?” Lorelei questioned, a wrinkle in her brow.

She didn’t want to say it, but her first thought was simply ‘But, I’m a Pureblood’.

“Yes,” Draco nodded slowly, gathering the courage, “You know, at first, in the very beginning… my father wasn’t completely sold on us.”

“‘Sold on us’?” Lorelei picked at the phrasing.

“Yes, he, erm… Didn’t know if he felt you were reputable enough,” he explained further.

“Why?” Lorelei wondered, trying not to sound too critical. “I’m a Morrigan.”

“Yes, and he did say that that was quite impressive… But he was a bit disappointed, at first, that you weren’t, you know… Sacred Twenty-Eight,” Draco Malfoy provided diplomatically.

“Oh.”

It was a quiet, and matter of fact ‘oh’. But still, Draco felt guilty.

“But, he came around fairly quickly,” Draco assured her, “I mean… Considering you’re descended from the Ravenclaws, and such, it wasn’t a hard sell.”

“It’s not certain we’re descended from them,” Lorelei reminded him.

“No, it is,” Draco said.

She sighed exhaustedly. “Perhaps you’re right.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he reassured her, “My father likes you now. We have his support now.”

“As much as you and Pansy did?” Lorelei rai

The mention of her made Draco grimace.

“I’ll admit, Father was way too attached to that prospect,” he noted, “You know… I think he was one of the few people who found her personality inspiring instead of repulsive.”

“I’ll say,” Lorelei scoffed.

Draco had the most sympathy for the insult.

“Well, at any rate,” she digressed, “I am glad he’s decided I’m worthy of ‘carrying on his bloodline’, or whatever.”

“You’re more than,” Draco replied with confidence, “If I had to procreate with anyone else, I think I’d cut everything off entirely.”

Lorelei couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic tendencies. Seeing her uplifting smile made Draco laugh at his own joke as well, the two of them more in harmony than ever.

-

Chapter Twenty-Two

[soclonely]

Whenever you gwt a chance if you're up for it

The clones as which episode of bluey made them emotional

HELLO IT IS I. I AM BACK, AND HERE AND READY FOR SOME CLONES AS! Ironically I am watching Bluey with a group of little ones as we speak and had to hold back a few sobs a moment ago:'))

Rex- Daddy Dropoff: It's Dad's turn to get the kids ready for school and kindy, but Bluey and Bingo aren't making things easy! Dad tries to keep everything on track, but can't help playing along with their games, making them all late… again!

Echo- Camping: Bluey is on a family camping trip, where she makes a new friend, Jean-Luc. Even though Bluey and Jean-Luc don't speak the same language, they teach each other how to camp, plant trees and hunt a "wild pig"

Fives- Bike: Bluey struggles to learn how to ride her bike, but finds inspiration when she watches her friends' determination with their own tasks.

Jesse-Curry Quest: Bingo and Dad must brave a swooping magpie protecting its nest, when they go on a curry swap to Mackenzie's house through the park.

Kix- Rug Island : On Bingo and Bluey's Rug Island, a pack of felt pens can be anything: bananas, campfires, even a snake. But Dad will need to embrace his inner kid if he wants to make it his home.

Tup- Sleepytime: Bingo wants to do a Big Girl sleep. As she drifts away into a dreamy adventure with Flopsy, will Bingo make it through the night and wake up in her own bed?

Dogma-The Show: When Bingo accidentally spills Chilli's Mother's Day breakfast in bed, Bluey decides they should put on a show to make her feel better.

Hardcase- Army: Jack is the new dog at school and the newest recruit in Rusty's Army. Jack struggles with following instructions and always forgets his hat, but Rusty will make a soldier of him yet.

Coric-Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound :Bingo is sick in hospital, so Bluey and her Dad make, and send her a homemade video to lift her spirits. It tells the tale of Barnicus' quest to heal her spotty dog named Bumpy.

Bly- Onesies: When Mum's sister Brandy comes over for a visit, she brings the kids onesies as a present, which has an unexpected effect on Bingo.

99- Flatpack : Bluey and Bingo turn flatpack boxes into a whole new world while Chilli and Bandit struggle to assemble the furniture itself. it is the symbolism of its final scenes that hit home as we see Bluey pretend to become a mother of her own and watch her own child head into adulthood.The show tenderly depicts her passing as she heads to a heaven-like Utopia alongside her own parents as she watched her ‘daughter’ live on.

Cody- Charades: Bluey and Bingo want everyone to play Charades, but Muffin and Socks are too young to understand the rules, which threatens to derail the game. But Nana has her own special rule so everyone is happy!

Waxer/Boil- Bingo : When Bluey has a playdate at Chloe's, Bingo must learn how to play by herself. But all the games she knows need more than one person! Luckily, Dad has a problem that needs solving.

Wolffe- Stories : Indy thinks she's no good because her model horse looks like a cow, but Calypso encourages her not to give up, so she tries to fix it with a little help from Winton.

Boost/Sinker- Butterflies : Playing Butterflies in the backyard is great fun, until Bluey runs away with Judo leaving Bingo all alone. Now poor Bingo's heartbroken and Bluey needs to make it better.

Hunter- Baby Race: Mum reminisces about Bluey and Judo as babies. Bluey learnt to roll over first, but Judo was the first to crawl, so then it became a race to see who would walk first.

Wrecker- Handstand: At a party, Bingo is desperate to show off her handstand skills, while Nanna can't find a way to make herself useful. They're both feelings bit lost, until they find each other.

Tech- Mum School: Bluey plays mum to a brood of bouncy balloons, including an irrepressible floater named Greeny. But she soon discovers that mothering is much harder than she imagined.

Crosshair- Space : Mackenzie, Jack and Rusty are playing as astronauts on a mission to Mars. But during their journey, Mackenzie keeps going missing and no one knows why, not even Mackenzie.

Omega- Bin Night: Bluey, Bingo and Dad always take the bins out. Over a few weeks, Bingo tells dad about a new kid at kindy who is mean to her and Mum offers some good advice.

Howzer- The Decider: Bluey and Lucky's families get together to watch the big game!

Fox- Copycat: Bluey's having fun copying everything Dad says and does, but the game takes a serious turn when Bluey finds a hurt budgie, and they have to make an emergency trip to the vet

Gregor- Grandad: Grandad is supposed to be resting, but when Bluey and Bingo go to visit him, he makes a run for it with the kids and takes them on a madcap adventure into the bush.

[shmowder]

Piercing anon back again! I’ll admit my thoughts on Clara were 100% inspired by the fact as a teenager around her age I myself did my own piercing which ended about as well as one would expect it to end. Also didn’t even think of artemy with pierced ears but now I will never get it out of my brain and I shall consider it canon modern au artemy wears a single one in the right ear.

Speaking more on Daniil “prunde” dankovsky he also strikes me as the type who if someone he was with romantically had piercings he’d roll his eyes and go “well I guess they look acceptable on you” but I feel like he’d only really give that pass to minor piercings like a nose ring or maybe at the extremest snake bites but anything more crazier and he’s back to prudevsky mood. Not piercing related but I could see Clara in a modern setting where it’s possible doing stick and poke tattoos as well maybe I’m projecting a tad bit of Clara, I could also see Eva having a tattoo or two possibly but having since gotten them covered up or they just weren’t in a visible spot to even begin with.

sorry for rambling none of my friends aren’t in Patho and I have to let someone know about my in depth headcanons over this subject sorry 😭

PLEASE DO RAMBLE, PLEASE I BEG I WANNA HEAR MORE.

I mean really, you're apologising for rambling on the pathologic rambling blog? That's literally all I do in here. I absolutely love listening to what other people's ideas, and endlessly talking about my own.

God Artemy with a single earring is going to be the death of me, oh my god Artemy with a septum piercing. Just Artemy in general with any piercing... Artemy with a belly button piercing someone please take me to the back of the store and shoot me.

What kind of earring would he wear? Maybe a handmade one by the kin where it's weaved from swyrve and dried plants? maybe one in the shape of the steppe letters? since the Kin clothes ingame do use the letters as a print for their clothes. It could even be one his mother used to wear and Isidor kept save in a box as a memory, planning to give it to Artemy when he finally gets the Menkhu role.

Or maybe an earring that Murky and Sticky made for him from clay, dried rose petals and colourful stones. The options are so many.

And the right ear too 👀 That is so clever. Do you know who else would wear subtle queer signals? Yuilia. She would 100% have a single earring in her right ear. Prude Dankovsky even complains about her wearing pants and dressing like a man, which was uncommon for the type period.

Artemy probably picked up on the meaning from his days in the army where homosexaulity was more of an open secret between men. Daniil definitely knows the meaning but doesn't want to pierce his ears in order to wear one, he definitely uses other signals instead.

Prude Daniil definitely has some suppressed fantasies about piercings and tattoos, which make him seem disgusted by the notion. I'm just saying Daniil getting a glance at Artemy's belly button piercing or seeing your periced nipples poking under your thin shirt is all that it would take for him to see piercings under a new light.

When it comes to tattoos, I think Peter would be the best at giving them. I mean they still get infected, that man cares not for medical hygiene, but they look absolutely amazing at least.

The Kin might prefer non permanent tattoos. Something made from clay that stains the skin for a long while but washes out after a month or so, like henna! Artemy can give tattoos, but his art skils are worse than a 6y old attempting to write their name with a dry marker on a board for the whole class.

Eva would definitely want a matching tattoo with you, Andrey would, too. Maria wouldn't want it on her own body but she'll definitely get a rush from seeing her name tattooed on yours.

I like to think Alexander Saburov got a tattoo when he was a teenager that he is very embarrassed about and got removed while he was in the Capital, he denies that fact whenever an old person in town recalls the story of how angry his mother was the day she found out.

I think Nina had a tattoo, like a spider or a snake. But she kept convered up.

Aglaya probably has one too but not a willing tattoo? More like the inquisition symbol permanently marked somewhere on her back or arm. It's a very tiny symbol with a serial number. This symbol yk? Or it could be on her chest, directly on top of her heart.

Maybe in meta reality, it's her doll's brand and production number, and the only reason hers show on her body is because she is aware she is a doll. So the other's can't see it, much like they can't see how the whole town is made out of sand.

For Clara's stick and poke services, I see her being actually decent at art. Her lines are confident and it goes much smoother than her DIY piercing business. She does small doodles of animals mostly, the souls n half love it and ask for tattoos of their other halves aka pets.

You'd expect she gets busted a second time when one of the angry mothers drag her kid to Katerina Saburova to complain about what Clara did to her angel child. Except Katerina just asks Clara for a tattoo of her own, a small spider on her ring finger.

Capella 100% asks her for a tattoo of a butterfly or an infinitely symbol, any hipster tattoos you could think of.

Khan is... Khan is too scared of needles to ask for one. So he forbids the whole of dogheads from getting any.

[bacchicly]

The Thing She Did

aka Chapter 4 of "Mountain Air" which can be read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54640615/chapters/138659386

Summary: Penelope gives Luke a present.

Content: This chapter is mostly fluff - although the story as a whole has some explicit sex scenes.

"I did a thing."

Luke quirks his eyebrows at her words and Penelope quickly lays a finger over his lips and adds in a rush:

"Shush for a sec, k? I am going to need to get something from my purse and then talk for like 5 minutes straight without you interrupting...and then you can say whatever you want, ok? I just want to make sure I explain what I am thinking properly - or at least as best as I can before you say anything. Trust me?"

Luke nods.

Penelope stands up and crosses to where she left her purse when she came in. Carefully takes out the little wooden box which she'd taken from her nightstand and crosses back to the couch. She sits down tucking her feet underneath herself; placing the little wooden box in her lap.

Penelope takes a deep steadying breath and then begins:

"Ok remember the..." she rolls her eyes " ...super great conversation the team had after the bunker case - about how everyone would want to spend the last day on earth if they knew the world was going to end? Don't answer...any questions I ask for the next 5 minutes are rhetorical!

Well Tara said she'd want to be on a beach and you said you'd prefer the mountains...then you showed up with Sergio's new galaxy cat tree...and well that night I found myself watching a - um - nature documentary about the Canadian Rockies and um - found myself combing the web about um Mountain um stuff...

Anyways - while you - um while the team was away fighting crazy snake lady - I um randomly did some more searching and um kinda came across a...um.. and on a totally impulsive crazy and I mean really crazy whim..."

Penelope opens the little box and pulls out a piece of paper that was folded to fit the box.

She carefully unfolds the paper, smooths out the creases, then hands him the paper.

He scans quickly - his eyes getting bigger and bigger as he reads.

Luke can't help himself and voices his main thought: "Wow."

"No talking yet!"

Luke looks back up at her and mimes zipping his lips, locking them, and then throwing away the key.

"Ok so since I did, as my mother would have called it, this dang fool thang I have been going back and forth about whether to cancel payment or actually give it to you so you could use it - I don't know - maybe with a date or Matt or whoever...but ok just give me a second to breathe...don't talk yet!"

Penelope closes her eyes and takes three deep breaths and shakes her hands out ridding herself of tension.

Luke conversely doesn't move; hardly even breathes, just watches her.

Penelope opens her eyes, clasps her hands over the box in her lap, and start back up. carefully forming each word now - pacing herself - the ums evaporate and she is back to sounding confident and calm - if talking at her typical mile a minute rate.

"But based on today and how I am feeling - and how I am sensing you may be feeling ...this is what I want to propose: I think we should use it. Either as laid out there or if a case comes up as soon as we can carve out the time. I think we should take a couple days to explore whatever..." her hands make a motion indicating the space between them "...this is and then I think we should talk it out and make a decision as the intelligent and caring adults we are about what we are going to do or not do about it. And before you get your turn to talk, for my sanity, if you do agree to this crazy plan...I want to have a conversation before we launch into it about ground rules. I want both of us to feel comfy and respected and feel like we have some measure of control over the whole thing and that it will meet each of our expectations."

Penelope holds up one finger indicating that she just has one more thing to say and then she'll hand over the floor to him - so now she rambles in a burst:

"Seriously though this is just a crazy idea that feels kinda sane right now and I can't quite explain why and it may not be sane at all and even more crazy than I think it is - so please please please do not hesitate to tell me - in a moment - if it is a terrible plan or if I'm imagining something that isn't here. Ok? I know I am an I'm um ...an original and um sensitive and stuff - but I am also a big girl - a woman - who can take whatever you or life has to throw at me. And the only thing I know for sure is that you deserve better than I treated you when we first met - so that's the minimum that I promise at this point - no matter what you decide or say. Today was - is - amazing - and always will be Luke Alvez - no matter what happens next."

There is a long pause as Penelope tries to think if there is anything else she needs to say. When she decides that she has said enough for now, she lowers her hand to her lap and says:

"Okay - the floor is now yours. Tell me whatever you want - I won't interrupt - or ask me whatever you want - and I will try to answer the best way I can."

Penelope takes her turn miming zippering her lips closed and throwing away the key and then sits looking expectantly at this man she's spent the day with. Her heart is in her throat.

"Wow. Pen. Just give me a sec. But - just know that...wow. K?"

He smiles at her and takes a deep breath. His heart is definitely in his eyes now.

"I think your plan...your proposed approach... is brilliant. Inspired. And so totally Penelope Garcia."

Penelope can't help a smile - she's hoping there is no but about to follow - but stays quiet as promised.

Luke rubs his the back of his neck - shaking his head - as he tries to decide what to say next to this amazing woman sitting on his couch.

"I can't believe you've booked me a..." he looks back at the paper he's holding to make sure he has the right wording "a...Weekend Rocky Mountain Getaway: Return trip airfare for two to Calgary, Alberta, Canada, two round trip airport-to-hotel shuttle tickets, three nights at the Banff Mountain and the Bear Loft Hotel, a Two Day National Park Pass, two tickets for the Sulphur Mountain cable car, and two passes enjoy the Banff Hotsprings...for...for..." he scans the paper again "...next weekend? What type of crazy miracle insane rich woman are you?"

Penelope raises an eyebrow asking silently if she can answer the question. Luke nods.

"I wasn't completely crazy or expensive - it was a really good deal - even after I paid extra so it could be cancelled or re-booked right up to the last minute - since I hate to mention it - but your job is a little bit hell on vacation planning, Newbie."

Luke laughs.

"My mistake. You were totally practical and forward thinking, Chica."

They both laugh.

"Seriously though...Pen...this is...awesome. I can't believe you...you... Just because of a throw away comment I made after a case? I mean I thought Rossi was the star of that conversation. It is pretty incredible. No one has ever...for me...and..." he checks the date on the paper "And you got this before I even mentioned the whole Phil puppy idea. It's nuts and touching and...and...humbling... But I don't know why I would ever expect less from you - ever."

He reaches out then and cups her face - stroking her cheek with his thumb. He looks at her, takes a deep breath, then keeps on quietly:

"Penny... You're not wrong. Um...there does seem to be something..." he makes the same motion she had between them with his other hand "...here between us. And honestly - while I have some inklings what that something might be - if I am perfectly honest - I'm not totally sure of all of what I'm feeling - but I think you're right that we need to be - what's a good word - mindful? deliberate? Geez. What is it with me and words these days? It's gotta be hanging out with all of you BAU geniuses... Look - the one thing I do know is...it feels like there is a lot at stake...and it would be wise for us to proceed...as you've laid out...as long as you are still ok with that?"

She nods and smiles hard.

There are tears at the corners of her eyes.

Luke leans forward a bit...

"Hey I know we have to talk about the rules and the plan and everything - and I think that is a very very good idea...but would you mind terribly - Penelope Garcia - if I kiss you now? Just once?"

"I only have one question before I answer..."

"Anything."

"With tongue?"

Luke laughs and leans forward and kisses her...

Yes. With Tongue.

Penelope kisses him back.

Yes. With Tongue.

They do just kiss once - although the final numerical reckoning may depend on how one counts very long deep gasping nipping kisses with tongue.

They pull back from each other naturally both flushed and out of breath. Her hands have tangled in his hair. His hands are on her hips.

They grin at each other again. Then Penelope puts her hands up to her cheeks...

"I'm going to have a sore face tomorrow from all this smiling."

"There are worse things, Chica."

"Don't I know it? Blah. Ok happy simple thoughts. What now? And strangely I mean that in a very prosaic non-freakity-outy kind of way - which is not terribly characteristic of me in this sort of situation."

He leans forward and kisses her forehead, then pulls her in so she's sitting back beside him. Head on his shoulder - his arm around hers holding her firm and warm against him.

He really can't stop touching her today.

Luke takes a breath, leans his cheek against the top of her head, and answers her question:

"Well, Garcia, I think we have a logistical planning session for a trip in our future but I think it's too late at night for that particular conversation."

"Amen."

"So for me the question is - do I drive you home? Or do you sleep here tonight - I mean as long as Sergio would be ok? Cats can be alone occasionally right? - and I drop you home on my way to check on Phil tomorrow? Either way - despite part of me really really really not wanting to say this...and I mean really really really really...no more kisses tonight, I think?"

He didn't think Penelope's smile could get any bigger but, before she answers, it does.

"I agree - about the no-more-kisses thing AND the not-wanting-to-say-that thing."

"And the staying over thing?"

"Well - if I did stay here - what would be the plan? Can we sleep together in your bed? And I mean sleep-sleep - not sleeeep- sleeeep."

"We can. Do you want to?

"I want."

Penelope presses her lips firmly to his cheek - warm but purposely chaste - an echo of the kiss he'd pressed to her forehead and a silent confirmation of this first tentatively made agreement

"That makes two of us, Chica. That makes two of us."

They sit together for a bit longer until Roxy, bored of all this human-ness stands up, shakes herself out and pads over to the back door to be let out.

Luke takes that as his cue to stand up. He feels relaxed. There are still a lot of unanswered questions and he truly has no idea where all this will go or even truly where he wants it to go; but unlike his other experiences with potentially romantic relationships he doesn't feel like he's alone to figure things out. Which, he thinks to himself with surprise, is exactly what should be the case when two people are making a decision to be together or not. In an ideal world - where humans truly respected each other and the potential of relationships - you would think this would be the norm rather than the exception.

He has been in a few relationships - although there's been nothing at all for years except some casual flirtations - even less than that since he joined the BAU; but in retrospect, he doesn't think he's ever been in a relationship that he would regard as serious or having long term potential. Although that, he muses - thinking of one particular high school girlfriend and another girl he saw off and on through college - is not necessarily how they felt at the time.

He tries to put his finger on what is so different about where he has found himself tonight - besides the fact that Penelope is Penelope - and it hits him - maybe all that profiling training is changing how he thinks about more than just words - in the past, at this stage especially, it seemed that either he was doing the chasing (which was what he had always felt of him as the man - and sure it was kind of his thing - but it also seemed mildly degrading of both him and his potential partner) or he was being chased (which to his shame always made him feel a little unmanly and also nervous and guilty - especially if it seemed the woman was way more interested than he was - which in turn made the whole being the chaser thing less comfortable).

Sure maybe he has been kinda chasing Pen...but he also understands now how cultural expectations and brain physiology and psychology all would have played a role in his actions and emotional responses - but he knows that even that knowledge does not necessarily promise successful navigation of his day to day relationships - in fact in some ways it makes it harder since it's hard to turn off the analysis of yourself and those around you - plus they all pour so much into their work.

Luke laughs a little sadly to himself as he notes that Rossi's handful of broken marriages is a testament to that.

Drawing his thoughts back to whatever is happening between him and Penelope - it seems if nothing else they are going to at least try to proceed as a team in this and it is deeply reassuring

He also doesn't know why but he is pretty confident that they feel similarly about each other. Obviously they are very different individuals so their feelings and approaches and even preferred outcomes won't be identical - but in this moment it seems possible, at least to Luke and, from what Pen has proposed, to her as well - that they will be able to come up with some sort of compromise that will somehow work for both of them.

After all - being on the BAU together for over a year - means they may not have always gotten along - but they do know bone-deep that if push comes to shove they respect and can trust each other

In fact that is why it goes without saying that they are going to need to discuss potential impacts of them pursuing a romantic relations on their work and the team - and vice versa. He senses neither of them would want to proceed with any romantic relationship at this stage of their lives without doing that thinking at least on their own - so it goes double if they choose to start something or for that matter choose not to.

He looks back at the woman on his couch who has pulled out her phone and is scrolling through something or other.

She looks up catches his eye and smiles.

He smiles back.

"Ok you've got your hairbrush from your purse and I set out a new toothbrush for you and some towels and a face cloth and the good soap... Do you want to borrow some pj's? Or need anything else? There's shampoo and stuff in the shower - although it's the branded for guys kind - so I don't know if you'd like it..."

"No thank you - I'm good in these they are basically pj's and I am just going to take this off..." she snaps her bra strap "...brush out my hair, and wash my face and brush my teeth. Thank you for thinking of the toothbrush. Not every man I know would..."

"Speaking of which...since we are all into honest communication..." he reaches out and gives her bra strap a little snap the way she just did "...I have got to tell you how attractive that coppery colour and green are on you, Lucky Penny. The outfit you were wearing the night I dropped of the cat tree just about killed me. Seriously woman. You should need a permit for some of your outfits.

"Lucky Penny. I like that,.Cool hand Luke. Alrighty - see you on a mo'!"

As they climb into bed and she snuggles up against him - Roxy in her bed in the corner - he realises they need to talk about one more thing.

"Pen?"

"mmmhmm" she answers sleepily.

"Just - just -"

At his tone, she opens her eyes and twists so that he can see he has her full attention.

"You can still tell me or ask anything. It's ok. I trust you."

"It's just - um - I...I mean my body..."

"Might react to this whole bed sharing thing?"

"Um yeah - if fact I don't think it's a question of might."

"Luke? It's the same for me ok? Honest. I get it - or at least I think I do...but it's up to us what we choose to do or not do right? And there is nothing shameful about how our bodies apparently have been reacting to each other. Right?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I just...didn't want to embarrass or or upset you or make you think I was..."

"Me neither. It's going to be ok. Just tell me if you're too uncomfortable or can't sleep or something ok? I promise to do the same. You still ok with the plan?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Really ok. Pen - seriously thank you."

"Thank you too Luke. Shall we see if we can sleep? I feel like I am going to be able to...which is a bit unexpected but somehow really really nice...sleep-sleeping with someone new isn't usually like this for me."

"You're amazing Penelope Garcia."

"Right back 'atcha Luke Alvez. Good night, Luke. See you in the morning - or before if you need me."

"Good Night, Penny. See you in the morning, Sunshine."

They spoon their bodies into each other. He gives her temple one last chaste kiss. She presses her own chaste kiss to the arm her head is using as a pillow.

Then Luke, Penelope, and Roxy all drift into sweet deep uninterrupted sleep.

Note: I hope this made you smile as much as it made me smile (and Penelope) smile. Their poor bank accounts though! I am really playing fast and loose with their savings! Oh well! Thank goodness they are employed. ... and for those of you who are here for the smutty fun...yes there will be more soon...I mean they are going away for a weekend together! How can I resist? How can they?   Take care! Thank you for reading!

[grimmgrinningghouls]

Wheee. excerpt me nd @dinodogs worked on :>

Ash sat and listened to the distant sound of Candle barking orders as she fiddled with some kind of metal contraption that had been left on her night stand. She ran her talons over the jewels and intricate carvings of the piece, she figured it had to be some kind of necklace. She just wasn’t sure on how it was supposed to fit around her neck, it resembled a torture device more than it did a piece of neckwear. It twisted and curved almost the same way a vine would curl around a tall structure, it reminded Ash of the rose bushes out in the garden. 

There was some form of blue gem in the middle that she assumed was supposed to be on the front, possibly on her chest? Ash continued to fiddle with it for a few moments before giving up and settling on one of her regular necklaces. She hated most of them, but at least they weren't torture devices. After a few moments of digging through her jewelry box she settled upon a piece she hoped wouldn’t upset her father, who had no doubt left the torture device for her. It was equally as complicated, curling around her neck and specially made to fit the three spikes along the back of her neck. 

Ash had to admit that she liked it more than her other pieces. The carvings reminded her of a snake, and the big green, triangle shaped gem was a nice change of pace from the usual blue and red ovals that covered most of her jewellery. Green was a rather pleasant colour, a shame that her father only allowed it in rare cases. Her ear twitched as she listened to the sound of slow, methodical steps making its way towards her door followed by a jingle. Speak of the devil. 

Without having the courtesy to knock, Cyprus opened the door and Ash watched in her mirror as he stood in the door with his usual air of superiority. He stood with his neck pushed back and his chin up and as usual he was covered in expensive accessories. On this particular evening, her father had chosen to wear a golden collar embedded with red diamond shaped gems, accented by his wedding ring with a similar, bright gem in the middle. He had put on his most regal silks, the light and dark blue pieces of fabric crossed upon his wings, and wearing a whole host of earrings, one of which was connected to golden tips on his horns by a thin chain. 

Cyprus stared at Ash and his eyes fell upon the torture device on her desk “I do hope you like your gift” oh how she hated his voice. The way he spoke as if she wasn’t worth his time, as if her mere presence was a grave insult to his regality “And dear, please at least attempt to look presentable this evening. Your mother and I have been preparing all month for this banquet” 

Ash felt her nose scrunch up involuntarily at the way he said dear. She hated how he avoided using her name, and instead patronised her with words a good father may use. She had long grown used to her fathers jabs at her appearance; she knew he didn’t like that her red scales didn’t match with his soft, orange ones like Singe’s did. That her eyes were a piercing blue much like her mothers, and that she was covered in stripes that he deemed inferior to his spots. As if she had any choice in what colour and pattern her scales were. Nonetheless, Ash knew better then to get snappy 

“Yes, father” She responds robotically and resigns herself into trying to figure out the torture device

“Lovely” A fake, plastered grin appears on Cyprus’s face “Your younger sisters will be wearing green silks. I want you to look as if you match”

Ash felt a tinge of anger rise in her stomach. As if I wasn’t an eyesore as compared to you. But she bit her tongue and forced herself to respond “Understood” she said as she pretended to be digging through her jewellery box 

Cyprus stood in the doorway for a few moments “Your mother wants you downstairs before the start of the banquet” His tone is more robotic now, a tone Ash knew he only used when speaking about her mother. 

“I’ll be there in time” Ash finds a set of sapphire earrings and clips them into her ears, her eyes flicking up to the mirror as she stares at her fathers face. He narrowed his eyes slightly at her and without another word, turned and left her door slightly agape. Ash grit her teeth at that but didn’t move to close it as she listened to the slow steps and jingling jewels to disappear down the hall.

[humblemooncat]

Get to know me!

Tagged by @sasslett! I was planning on doing a munday thing, so this is perfect! <3

Share your wallpaper: I loved this shot as soon as I took it, and considering I could use something warm in this weather, the view seemed perfect!

The last song you listened to: I'll do ya one better and give you what I'm currently listening to. I can't do housework without music tbh.

Red Lights by Hyunjin & Bang Chan of Stray Kids

Also, maybe gonna start with this song for the playlist screenshots today. >:3c

Though the last one was a Japanese cover of Unholy so I don't know what my playlist is hinting at...

Currently Reading: I honestly haven't picked up a novel in about a decade, as much as I hate to admit it. Last one I read front to back was the Hobbit.

Last Movie: Funny enough, my last movie marathon was the Hobbit movies. xD

Craving: At risk of sounding like a needy sap, a good long cuddle session. But, also a pint of good chocolate ice cream and some hot cocoa.

What are you wearing right now: Pajama pants and my favorite hoodie. One of those thick, soft bois.

How tall are you: 155cm / just shy of 5'1 (There's a reason Ki'to's minimum height)

Piercings: I used to have two in each ear, but the second holes closed up after a while. Also planning on getting a septum ring sometime in the future.

Tattoos: I've got two, the Eye of Horus on the back of my neck, and a personal family design on my wrist which I got with my mother. I also plan on getting a delicate snake design on my forearm soon.

Glasses? Contacts?: Nope! I have been blessed enough to have good eyesight where I don't need them.

Last drink: Coffee. Honestly, I'd be surprised if I was able to put anything else here.

Last show: Last one I actually sat down and watched start to end was Game of Thrones back when Season 8 aired. I prefer content on youtube nowadays.

Last thing you ate: Animal crackers. Though if you want the last substantial meal, I had porkchops and baked potatoes last night.

Favourite colour: Like Ki'to, I too love purple. Though alongside lavenders I love purples on the ultraviolet spectrum. Like this:

Current obsession: Ki'to. I just love him a whole bunch and can't help obsessing over headcanons and such.

Unrelated Obsession: Viera men (Totally unrelated. Absolutely. Totally wouldn't scoop up a bunny boy into the polycule as fast as lightning. Not at all.) I've been looking at too much fanart lately and now I just can't help myself.

Any pets: I have a sweet orange cat with negative braincells, but a really big heart. Here's some cat tax:

Do you have a crush on anyone: Irl? Nah, not at the moment. On here is a different story, y'all got some pretty boys on here. 👀

Favourite fictional character: Do D&D characters count? 'Cause I really really love Beau from Critical Role's second campaign. Her character growth was fascinating to watch each week, and I still go back to rewatch that campaign every so often because I loved it a whole lot. (Even though I still have to catch up on C3 so I can tune in again) Honestly, all of the characters were amazing in that campaign, and went through such a beautiful metamorphosis.

The last place you traveled: I haven't really traveled, honestly. The furthest from home I've been is Florida, a little over a decade ago now.

Tagging: I have no idea who hasn't been tagged yet, but if you need something fun for munday and haven't been tagged yet, then I tag you! <3

Anything not here that you wanna know about the man behind the catboy? Hop into my ask box and ask away!

[toshootforthestars]

From the report by Beth Mole, posted 8 Sept 2023:

The teen had told his mother that he had eaten a Paqui chip—The 2023 Paqui One Chip Challenge chip, to be exact. Each chip is sold individually, wrapped in a foil pouch and packaged in a coffin-shaped box adorned with a skull, snakes, and a Grim Reaper. The box contains the challenge rules, which dare consumers to eat the whole chip and "wait as long as possible before drinking or eating anything"—and, of course, post reactions on social media. Lois Wolobah believes the chip played a role in the death of her son, who had no known underlying medical conditions. "I just want there to be an awareness for parents to know that it’s not safe," Wolobah told The New York Times in an article that published Wednesday. "It needs to be out of the market completely." On Thursday, the maker of the Paqui chip—Amplify Snack Brands, a subsidiary of the Hershey Company—announced that they were taking the potentially deadly chip off shelves. The chip was intended only for adults and carried clear warnings, the company said in a statement. It was not intended for "children or anyone sensitive to spicy foods or who has food allergies, is pregnant or has underlying health conditions." "We have seen an increase in teens and other individuals not heeding these warnings," the statement went on. "As a result, while the product continues to adhere to food safety standards, out of an abundance of caution, we are actively working with our retailers to remove the product from shelves." Harris Wolobah's cause of death is not yet determined; it's not certain if the chip is to blame. An autopsy will be conducted, but the results could take up to 12 weeks, according to the Massachusetts Office of the Chief Medical Examiner. Some have decried yet another social media challenge endangering youth. But, the teen's death also spotlights a sparse but concerning crop of medical reports that suggest that the pursuit of ever-spicier hot peppers is getting more dangerous, potentially nearing a lethal limit. The Paqui chip was seasoned with the Carolina Reaper pepper, the current hottest pepper in the world, and the Naga Viper pepper, which was the reigning hottest pepper in 2011 but is now merely among the top 10. If you haven't kept track, heat-seeking chili growers have been breeding spicier and spicier hybrids. In 2007, the Ghost Pepper was the hottest, but in 2011, it was overthrown by a succession of new hybrids, including the Infinity Chili, the Naga Viper pepper, and the Trinidad Scorpion Butch T pepper. Then, in 2013, the Carolina Reaper came along and has yet to be unseated—which may be for the best.

[the-thieves-gambit]

"We'll be okay," Elizabeth gave her husband a small smile, she didn't want to worry him about her in the midst of this moving chaos and having to watch over Vivi in her excited exploring phase. It was a lot on his plate seeing as she could barely do much of all in her state. Which also left her partially restless, wanting to do so many things but being unable to do so.

With that Elizabeth and Brèanainn headed up, rather slower than she cared for as he wanted to make sure that she didn't trip and fall. When they made it to the room, he made sure to open the door for her first and insisted she be comfortable first before It all made her smile uncontrollably.

As they settled into comfortable positions he asked her for a story. Chuckling, she reached out to cup his cheek when she noticed a bruise on her arm, one that she hadn't noticed before and frowned. She typically didn't bruise easily so trying to figure out where that came from was difficult to dwell on, but she smiled at her son and asked which one he wanted to hear. "That one about the cat and the prince. The whole story not the short version you told Vivi."

"Okay," she smiled and nuzzled up against him as she began to tell him a story that, she knew, he knew, like that back of his hand. As he began to doze off, she did as well, finding that she was even more exhausted now than she had originally believed herself to be. It had to be the move affecting her, she convinced herself. Once they were properly settled she'd feel okay again.

While she had been a light sleeper her whole life, becoming a mother made her an even lighter sleeper, something she didn't think would be possible. Every small sound seemed to have her on alert making sure that her children were fine. So when her husband came in with their daughters, she looked over her shoulder for a moment to smile at the sight that met her and then settled back again into her initial position as she awaited them to settle Vivienne next to her and Brèanainn. "Je vous aime tous les deux."

The sound of her children’s soft breathes filled her ears for a moment then came the sounds from next door. The busy bodies would be getting the next room ready and thankfully Wally had his twin with him. While their son looked like him, isabeau was her fathers daughter personality wise. She was his shadow, a sunflower and he the sun that she always craned to look at, and Elizabeth couldn’t blame her. She remembered how attached she had been to her own father, the little she could remember anyway. Isa also had picked up on a lot of his mannerisms and quirks. The way he smiled, the way his eyes lit up at the mention of baked sweets. God, she was surrounded by mini versions of her husband.

And she couldn’t be happier.

After lying for a little while longer their soon to be addition had seemed to have enough of her laying. With a small groan she carefully snaked herself out of the tangled snuggle pile they were in before heading for the bathroom. As much as she was playing this off, she was beginning to accept that this pregnancy was different from the previous two. The nausea was stronger this time around, as she stood at the bathroom sink she noticed another bruise. She'd have to schedule a follow up soon, she didn't want to jump to conclusions but she also was sure that she wasn't bumping into things hard enough to bruise like this.

Checking that Brèanainn and Vivienne were still sound asleep, she headed downstairs to look for the kettle and her box of ginger tea before laying back down. Hopefully it would settle her nausea enough to let her relax again for a bit. Making her way back to the kitchen, she stopped and took a look into the room that had been set up. Pride swelled up in her for her busy bodies, the room looked amazing and it was a step in making their new place feel like home. Seeing the two in the kitchen she smiled at both of them. "The room looks amazing you two." Her hands rubbed her growing belly as she walked in and looked around, she had found her tea's earlier in a different moving box. "You two wouldn't have happened to find the electric kettle would you?" She began to open the box nearest her to see if she could find it herself. Muttering as she looked through its contents. "I would really love a cup of tea right now."

He smiled and pulled her for a sweet little nuzzled. "L'Amour de ma vie." There was a small laugh that escaped him. "I think you made her dream come true. Not just mine." Annie loved Liz and that hadn't changed since she had known they'd gotten together. "I can't believe she's legit almost a little adult. I mean. She had been an old soul since birth but it boggles my mind."

He laughed, dimple in full effect at the stolen kiss. "You're quick," he leaned in and brought her back. "But more importantly, I'm so in love with you." And gave her a proper kiss. With that he texted Andy to see if he'd be up for tiny tornadoes on the weekend and once he confirmed he gave a quick glance to his wife letting her that they had a dinner date later in the week.

Wally knew he was in trouble when Vivi came into the world. She was curious and energetic and it seemed like she never tired. Something he found endearing at times but not so much in times when his energy couldn't keep up with her. Taking one look at her and he knew naptime wouldn't be a thing for a while yet. He leaned over and pinched her cheeks making her look at him with that Liz frown he came to know and love. He asked her and Isa if they wanted to run outside for a second. Maybe they'd see a sheep or a goat on their walk from a neighbors gate. The little girls nodded loving that there was adventure on the horizon, just like their mother. A small worried line creased his forehead as he saw his wife and knew she was more tired than she let on. This pregnancy like their other ones wasn't quite the same. "I'll come check up on you guys in a bit," he murmured as his hand reached up to run through her hair briefly.

He then turned his attention to their daughters and had them jump into his arms. Something they both loved as now Vivi's favorite animal was a koala. They both started firing off questions wanting to know more as they made their way out the back. It wasn't a hard choice to nurture and feed their kids imaginations. Whenever possible Wally would drop whatever he was doing just to make sure he spent time with them all. Work, which by now saw a lot less danger than before, had taken even more of a backseat. That also included the charity work that came in last to his family.

Vivi asked a question that had him think for a second. "What do you think mama is having?" He threw it back at her wanting to know her thoughts. She pondered it for a few minutes before she let out that she wanted a girl troop. They were better and she liked that her older sibling was a brother. Being in his arms and hearing him talk started to lull her, adventure was now blurring into the background as sleep begun to pull her. She had been tired but also was too stubborn to admit defeat. This, he knew, considering she was as readable as her mother. Still, he walked quite a few feet away from the house as he continued to talk to her about random things until he felt her head land on his shoulders and tiny hands gripped his shirt. Isa on the other hand was just resting her hand not asleep. She loved his voice and always wanted to hear him talk. She whispered that Vivi had fallen asleep and made him chuckle. "Should we take her to mama?" Isa grinned and whispered a yes showing off her dimple.

Victory. Wally walked back to the house and quietly made his way to the room his wife and son were sleeping. He was grateful to past Wally for setting up the room, the bed rather so his wife had a comfortable place to lay down. He opened the door with his foot and poked his head in. Isa sighed softly and knew she wouldn't be put down for a nap. She was after all going to help daddy. Setting Vivi down he made sure not to wake anyone though knew his wife would feel his presence anyway. Vivi rolled to her side and snuggled up. He kissed his love's forehead and caressed her cheek. "I love you," he said as he pressed one hand to her swollen stomach. "I'll be in the next room if you need anything. Sleep well darling." Isa blew her a kiss and wished her a good night.

Getting out the room just as quick as to not wake up the rest of them, he and isa made their way to the living room to assess the amount of boxes they'd need to unpack. This was going to be quite a feat. Isa wanted to get the rooms unpack first. Given that would be where they'd be sleeping. Wally laughed at her point and opened the door to the next room. He let her down and made sure to set aside a corner where she wouldn't get hurt to help. He took out a small pen that made it easy for him to open multiple boxes at one and let her get the box of books out while he worked on the other things. Frame and things was set aside knowing Liz would want to take that one. Once the books were organized in ten different piles, Isa wore a proud smile. The books weren't going to be messy anymore. "Want to put them up on the shelf?" She immediately nodded and pointed to the perfect spot. He let her grab five books before he scooped her up and waited for her to make a decision on where to put them. The room started to come together, where boxes laid before now there was empty bubble wrap. The glint in his eyes spelled out immeniate glee. "Want to pop one side?" He brought it up to her fingers and started to pop one end making her giggle madly at the way it felt funny. After their mini break they quickly got back on track, dressers were placed at different edges of the room and the beds were finally in their place.

Once done he felt a little better at the room being less of a mess and held out his hand for her. "Viens, mini-moi. To the kitchen." Isa skipped over and held his hand as she looked and excitedly jumped up. She had liked that her room had been done.

[frogtanii]

[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it���s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

℗ poker face

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