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cosmic collision (1) | myg + jjk

A responsible weedman, Yoongi always tests out new marijuana strains before selling them to his customers. When his supplier offers him a new strain, Cosmic Collision, Yoongi is eager to try it. What he doesn't expect is the alien that comes with it.

↳ pairing: weedman!yoongi x alien!jungkook

↳ wc/date: 6.8k | april 2023

↳ warnings: marijuana | yoongi blacks out from being too high, but i promise nothing bad happens to him | jungkook is so precious you might not survive | yoongi is TRYING HIS BEST

↳ notes: welcome to this silly lil world of galactic mysteries 👽 i hope you enjoy the journey. pls keep your arms, hands, legs, feet, and head inside the spacecraft at all times

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“What’s this one called again?” As Namjoon speaks, a thick cloud of white smoke rushes out of his mouth.

Hoseok is quick with a response, answering before Yoongi has a chance. “DJ Short Flo,” he reads the piece of masking tape stuck to the top of the glass jar on their coffee table. The name is scribbled in blue Sharpie.

Namjoon repeats the name to himself in a low and scratchy tone. He clears his throat a few times more than is really necessary. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Yoongi’s not sure the names of marijuana strains really need to mean anything, but he’s not part of the conversation. He’s too busy counting a rather fat wad of cash as he stands in the entryway of his apartment.

Suddenly, the chill vibes playlist Namjoon so artfully crafted for the group’s weekly Friday night smoke sesh pauses. He flashes a glare at Taehyung spread out on Yoongi’s bean bag as he passes the blunt off to Hoseok, who is now making grabby hands next to him on the couch.

“This is that nasty flow!” Taehyung belts the Drake lyrics prematurely, using his phone to switch from Namjoon’s playlist to the song that has seemingly popped into his head at the mention of Flo.

Hoseok’s eyes widen as he lifts the blunt to his lips. He takes a drag from it while his head leans over the back of the couch. “Hey, wasn’t that Yoongi’s rapper name in college? Or was it DJ Short Glow?”

“Top boy in this shit, I’m so international!”

Yoongi slams his foot into his dirty red Vans. He has to bend over slightly to hook his finger in the back of the shoe to pull it out from underneath his heel. Life would be much easier if he just untied his shoes and put them on correctly.

“It was Gloss.”

“Reps up is in here, got P Reign and Chubby and TJ and Winnie and whoa!” Taehyung’s voice cracks as he chokes out the lyrics, and smoke simultaneously puffs out of his nose and mouth.

“DJ Short Gloss?” Hoseok asks.

“Yeah, and you know how that should go!”

“Man, shut the fuck up.” Yoongi throws his middle finger up at whoever may be looking. “I’m not even short.” With his shoes on, Yoongi shrugs into a light windbreaker and stuffs the money into one of the pockets. He has to wiggle the pocket’s zipper a few times before it fully zips closed. “I’ma be back in probably two hours, okay?”

Hoseok and Taehyung are now belting an Ariana Grande song, so only Namjoon acknowledges Yoongi’s announcement. He throws his friend a thumbs up as smoke unfurls around the blunt squeezed between his lips.

“Have fun, bro. Tell Jin he better respond to my message on Discord. We got games to play.”

Yoongi gives the front door a sharp kick before he yanks it open. He reminds himself to figure out how to fix it from getting stuck constantly. The paint on the bottom corner is starting to crack from the number of toes that have jammed into it.

“Yeah, yeah. I got you, Joon.”

Seokjin is notoriously difficult to get ahold of. Yoongi can’t text him, which is understandable, even if using other apps like Discord to communicate is annoying. It always goes back to not wanting his real phone number associated with their conversations. Yoongi never feels like pointing out that a Discord account - like literally everything else - can be traced back to Seokjin’s phone. It’s a losing battle, and Yoongi isn’t the type to argue.

So he shoots WWHandsome#7451 a quick “omw” and drives the thirty minutes to Seokjin’s brother’s house. Or was it his cousin? Best friend? Yoongi can’t remember. All he knows is the guy is cute, and that is enough to make Yoongi not want to go to his house.

It’s a small house tucked away in the culs-de-sac of a modest but nice-looking suburb. Yoongi always feels dirty as he parks on the curb in his 2001 Honda Accord. The car has wires sticking out where the spoiler was once connected in the back (accidentally ripped off by Taehyung, who closed the trunk too hard). The metal below his front left headlight is dented and stitched together with black zip ties after Yoongi idiotically let Namjoon drive and his friend hit a mailbox.

The feeling of being out of place typically intensifies as Yoongi trudges up the walkway to the front door. He feels frumpy in his dad hat with a frayed bill, eccentrically-patterned pink button-up shirt over a white graphic tee, and forest-green joggers. He never cared about fashion; throwing on whatever’s clean is enough for him. But when Seokjin’s friend (Yoongi is now remembering they are just friends) flings the door open and lets his eyes roam over Yoongi’s frame, he wishes he’d at least ironed his shirt.

“Hello,” the man purs. He brushes blue-grey hair away from eyes that are sharp and heavy as he looks up at Yoongi through his bangs. Yoongi tries not to pay attention. “Jinnie’s in the basement.”

The basement is really just one giant gaming room with a spot off to the side dedicated to Seokjin’s rather impressive inventory of marijuana. He’s exceptionally organized, which Yoongi appreciates, with each glass jar and drawer stuffed with green buds neatly labeled. It makes the exchange quick and easy. Yoongi would prefer not to linger.

It’s not that Seokjin has ever done anything wrong. In all honesty, Yoongi can’t quite put a name to the feeling he gets in the elder’s presence. He just knows something about Seokjin makes him uneasy.

“Yoongi-ya, good to see you, my friend.” Seokjin’s hand clamps over Yoongi’s shoulder and his fingers dig into his clavicle.

“Good seeing you, too,” Yoongi mumbles. He shrugs off his backpack and holds it against his chest like a shield. However, it doesn’t protect him for long because Seokjin almost immediately pries it from Yoongi’s grasp. He watches as the older man tosses the empty bag onto the coffee table in front of a large TV, making the glass rattle.

“Sit.”

Yoongi plops onto the couch. Halo Infinite is paused on the TV. He knows nothing about video games, but he’s sure Namjoon would squeal over Seokjin’s setup. Yoongi makes a note to never tell him about it.

“Want your usual, right?” Seokjin asks though he’s obviously not in any rush to get Yoongi his supply when he settles beside him on the couch. He tilts his black bucket hat back, pulling the brim away from his eyes to expose dark eyebrows.

Seokjin wears clothes similar to Yoongi’s usual attire: comfortable graphic tees and joggers. He always manages to look better, though. Sleek and expensive, with logos of brands Yoongi doesn’t even know stitched into the fabric, all monochrome rather than the patterned clothing that makes Yoongi look like a rainbow threw up on him.

“Mhm,” Yoongi hums. “Chem Valley Kush, XJ-13, and DJ Short Flo sold really well.”

Seokjin’s eyes crinkle as he grins. In the dim lighting of the room, Yoongi swears his teeth look sharp. “XJ-13 put your ass in gear, didn’t it?”

This Yoongi has to smile at. “The most productive I’ve been in my life,” he laughs. “That tangerine aroma, too? Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Seokjin reaches for the clear glass bong atop the coffee table. He brings it to his lips, pausing momentarily to say, “It’s the Jack Herer in it.”

Yoongi watches the smoke furl through the intricately curled tubing. He’s always been more of a bowl kind of guy, but he doesn’t say no when Seokjin passes him the bong and a lime green lighter.

“I’ve got enough of all three, but try out this one.” Seokjin watches expectantly as Yoongi inhales and doesn’t continue talking until he blows a thick cloud toward the ceiling. “It’s called Cosmic Collision. Totally brand new strain, an experimental hybrid. Nobody’s got this on the street except me.”

“Cosmic Collision?” Yoongi runs his tongue across his teeth, then the inside of his cheeks, like he’s gathering the taste in his mouth. It’s fruity and went down so smooth it almost felt more like vaping or hookah than weed. “Tastes like cereal.”

“Good, right? Shit’ll take you somewhere otherworldly.”

Describing the strain as experimental and otherworldly is relatively accurate, Yoongi muses as he takes a few more hits from the bong. Each pull is smooth and surprisingly kind to his throat as he breathes it down. Weed like this is hard to come by on the streets. Most are harsh, perhaps from being doused in pesticides or growing in shoddy environments. Seokjin has never let Yoongi down, though. Everything he provides is always high quality, to the extent that Yoongi wonders if the man grows it himself or if he’s got the hookup with someone professional.

Before long, Yoongi sinks into the couch and forgets his promise of returning home after two hours. His phone buzzes in his pocket with text messages he can’t seem to find the desire to check. He doesn’t hear the notifications, only feels the vibration against his thigh. The sensation warms him to the point that the way his body tingles is a little embarrassing.

Something else buzzes in his ear, something he can hear as a muffled squeak that pulses against his eardrums. It’s rather annoying. Yoongi’s face twists into a slight grimace that quickly melts away when he feels something poke his cheek.

“Yoongi-ya!”

His head is almost too heavy to turn, but he manages. Seokjin’s image is blurry initially. It takes a few blinks for Yoongi to adjust, and only then does he realize his eyes have been closed for a good while.

“Hm?” Like his head, his tongue feels heavy to lift. His mouth tastes like Froot Loops. A small smile stretches his lips against his teeth. God, he’s so fucking high.

“Jimin and I need to leave; I’m sorry,” Seokjin gives him a sheepish look.

Yoongi blinks a few more times and wills his arms to lift up. He stretches his back with a groan. “Shit, sorry. Didn’t realize how long it’s been.”

His phone tells him it’s been nearly four hours since he arrived. His brain struggles to comprehend this new information, just like it struggles to accept that he has somehow migrated upstairs and is now sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in front of him. When the fuck had he moved?

Seokjin gives him a knowing smile. “Drink more water when you get home. And drive safely!”

Nodding his head, Yoongi slings his backpack over his shoulder and follows Seokjin to the front door. The bag is heavy with what Yoongi assumes is weed - the whole reason why he came to the house in the first place. But he has no recollection of Seokjin giving it to him.

“That’s some strong shit,” Yoongi mumbles mostly to himself as he says his final goodbyes.

There’s the knowing smile again, though Yoongi doesn’t know what Seokjin knows that he doesn’t know. “Like I said, otherworldly. Have a good night, my friend. I’ll see you around.”

As he returns to his car, Yoongi decides that Seokjin most definitely gives him the creeps. A twinge of guilt accompanies the thought because Yoongi knows Seokjin hasn’t actually done anything to deserve such judgment, but he can’t help it. Knowing that he completely blacked out for hours with the guy sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine. Smoking has never affected him like that before.

The car ride home is frigid and quiet. Yoongi leans forward against the steering wheel, grasping it with both hands and straining his eyes to see into the dark. Driving while high is a skill Yoongi has perfected over many years of smoking, but tonight he finds himself struggling to stay focused. His eyes keep flicking up to check the rearview mirror. He knows this means he’s so high that paranoia starts kicking in. He usually cuts himself off before that point, but tonight got away from him. Checking for cops in the rearview mirror is one of those paranoid habits of his. At least the sense of self-preservation isn’t too ridiculous. Driving while under the influence of marijuana is illegal, after all.

To his horror, the next time he looks into the mirror, the empty street isn’t what greets him. Instead, Yoongi stares into two large, bright eyes.

There’s a motherfucking person in his backseat.

“What the fuck?!”

Yoongi stomps on the brakes. The abruptness violently lurches the guy forward, making him smack his face into the back of the passenger’s seat.

The guy groans loudly and cups his hand over his nose. “Owww.” When he meets Yoongi’s eyes through the rearview mirror again, they’re shiny and wet. “You hurt me.”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

It doesn’t matter that he’s stopped in the middle of the street. Yoongi puts the car into park and twists in his seat to see the person behind him better. Any feeling of intoxication has swiftly left his body. He doesn’t think he has sobered up so quickly in his entire life.

The guy appears to be a few years younger than Yoongi. His shaggy black hair falls into his eyes, though most of his face is obscured by the large hood of his mossy-green sweatshirt. Looking down, Yoongi sees that he’s in a pair of black basketball shorts that are inappropriate for the cool autumn weather. Tattoos of strange symbols litter his hands and creep up his arms, from what Yoongi can tell. The thought that his teeth look sharp like Seokjin’s do flashes in Yoongi’s mind, but he’s too freaked out to linger on that. Imagined sharp teeth are nothing compared to how the younger man’s eyes glow with a turquoise ring around his black irises.

Despite the fear those eyes strike in Yoongi’s body, he can’t help but admire how beautiful the man is. Something about him feels… otherworldly, Seokjin’s voice sounds in Yoongi’s head.

“My name is-”

Whatever the man says is lost to Yoongi. His supposed name is nothing Yoongi has ever heard before, sounding more like strange clicks and whistles instead of a real language.

Apparently sensing Yoongi’s confusion by his mouth hanging open, the man gives him a nervous smile. “You may call me Jungkook if that is easier for you to pronounce,” he whispers hardly loud enough for Yoongi to hear. “When I am in this realm, that is the name I go by. Elder Seokjin gave it to me.”

Realm? Elder?

Yoongi shakes his head while his palms press into his eyes. Maybe if he slowly counts backward from ten and focuses on his breathing, the marijuana-induced hallucination will disappear.

Silently, he mouths the numbers until he finishes his ten seconds of attempted meditation. To his chagrin, he opens his eyes to see the strange man sitting on the edge of the backseat with his hands clasped between his thighs. He watches Yoongi in earnest.

“I can tell that you are upset.” He speaks slowly as if he thinks Yoongi may not be able to understand him. “There was nothing else that I could do, sir. Elder Jimin and Elder Seokjin closed the portal when they left after they assumed I had returned home without them. But I was in the garden! I do not like the smell of marijuana. It hurts my head so badly. I needed to get fresh air until you left.”

The man waits rather impatiently for Yoongi to respond. He fidgets in his seat, though he keeps his eyes locked with Yoongi’s. His gaze is so intense that Yoongi has to look away.

It’s too much.

Before any more bullshit can spew from the guy’s mouth, Yoongi flings the door open, snatching the keys before slamming the door shut behind him. His hand shakes as he presses the button to lock the doors, leaving him standing outside and the younger man inside.

He looks up at Yoongi through the back window with confusion. Yoongi could swear that the turquoise rings around his eyes dim.

Turning his back to the car so he doesn’t have to look at the man anymore, Yoongi finally takes out his phone. It takes Namjoon three calls to pick up, but Yoongi can’t be mad; he’s just grateful his friend picked up at all.

“Yoong. It’s three-thirty in the morning. Hobi said you never came home.”

There was a reason why he called Namjoon instead of his roommate. Hoseok is such a heavy sleeper, Yoongi knows it would have been pointless to try.

“I need you to come get me. I don’t really know where I am, but there’s a guy in my car.”

Silence on the other end of the line makes Yoongi grow antsy. He lets out a loud huff, then another to indicate the sense of urgency he needs his friend to share with him.

“What?”

“I’m not kidding, man. There’s some random fucking dude in the backseat of my car.”

Yoongi takes a peek over his shoulder. The guy has crawled halfway into the front seats and is pushing the buttons on Yoongi’s radio. Probably fucking up all his saved stations. Yoongi lets out a hiss.

“Bro, you’re tweaking.”

“Fuck you, I’m serious.”

“Tweeeeeaking,” Namjoon drawls. There’s a giggle in the background, the soft deepness of the sound unmistakable.

“Give Taehyung the phone.”

For a few seconds, Yoongi only hears more giggling and some rustling. He tries to respect his friends’ privacy and not ask why they are still together so late at night.

Eventually, Taehyung murmurs a greeting. “Hey, boss man.”

“Come pick me up right now. This dude is refusing to get out of my car.”

“What if he hotwires it, and when you go back in the morning, it’s gone?” Taehyung raises a valid concern, but Yoongi isn’t in the right mind to think with common sense.

“Then it’s fucking gone! It’s a piece of shit car anyway!”

Taehyung gasps. “Don’t talk about Mary Jane like that!”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut. Maybe he is tweaking. The universe must agree since he turns around to see an empty car.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice is small and distant.

Yoongi holds his phone a few inches away from his ear and stares at his car in disbelief. He slowly approaches it, peering into the windows to inspect the backseat. There’s nothing.

“Uhh… nevermind. I’ll be fine. Make sure Joon drinks some water, okay?” He hangs up before Taehyung has the chance to question him further.

With trembling hands, Yoongi unlocks the car and slides behind the wheel. Another quick look around confirms that he’s again the only person in the car. How was it possible for the other guy to get out? Yoongi knows that he locked the doors when he got out. But perhaps he unlocked them from the inside, and the alarm didn’t go off? Yoongi can’t think straight, but he supposes it doesn’t matter. His car is empty.

It remains empty for the rest of the drive. Yoongi is on edge the entire time, but he has calmed down considerably by the time he parks on the street near his apartment.

However, Yoongi doesn’t feel true security until he’s in bed, after showering away the smell of weed and the tingling feeling of his skin. The marijuana is put away, although he hides Cosmic Collision in his closet. He doesn’t know why, but something tells him to keep the odd strain to himself for now.

With how droopy the weed made him and the stress of the ride home, Yoongi quickly falls asleep to his Pink Noise playlist and tries not to dream of turquoise-ringed eyes.

Yoongi loves autumn Saturday mornings. He loves snuggling into his blankets while the sun gently kisses his skin. He loves tilting his head to see red and gold leaves glowing in the sunlight outside his window. He loves knowing there’s nothing that needs to be done, that he has a day to slowly move through the kitchen in his pajamas with a cup of coffee and a blunt with nowhere he needs to be. He loves gentle days.

Today, he does not have the pleasure of enjoying a gentle day.

Rather than the sun waking him, it’s his roommate. Hoseok squeezes Yoongi’s shoulders a bit too tightly as he shakes the older man awake.

“Yoongi,” he whisper-yells. “Yoongi, you didn’t tell me you had someone over. He’s really fucking hot, I get it, but you have to tell me! I just walked out of my bedroom naked, which I should be able to do since it’s my apartment, and I knew you wouldn’t be up yet, and surprise! Some gorgeous man is sitting on the couch, eating my chocolate chip cookies, by the way, staring at my dick! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!”

With squinted eyes and a scrunched nose, Yoongi stares up at Hoseok. To be perfectly honest, all he heard was hot, naked, cookies, dick. Which… Is not what one expects to talk about before their eyes have even adjusted to the daylight.

“Wha-what, Hoba, what?” Yoongi forces himself into a sitting position.

Hoseok flaps his arms at his side and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Your hookup is still here. And he saw me naked. And he’s eating my food. That is what I’m trying to tell you.”

“My hookup?”

“Yes, fuck. He’s really sexy in an adorable kind of way. I was shocked. Not really your usual type, but an improvement, honestly,” Hoseok rambles.

Ignoring the subtle dig at his taste in men, Yoongi tries to focus on the meaning behind his roommate’s words. He is no stranger to casual sex but seldom brings people over out of respect for Hoseok. It’s a situation precisely like this that he tries to avoid.

“But I came home straight from Jin’s… Didn’t I?” Yoongi wracks his brain, desperately searching for some kind of missing link. “I swear on my life, Hoba. I swear on my life I went to Seokjin’s and came straight home. You can ask Joon and Tae. I called them after I left because-”

Hoseok leaps back as Yoongi rips the blankets off of his body. “Fuck!” He flies out of his bedroom, feet barely touching the ground.

He’s breathing hard when he bursts into the living room.

The man from the night before - Jungkook - is cuddled up on the couch. He’s wearing the same outfit, though his hood is lowered now. Yoongi can see just how disarmingly beautiful the man is without the fabric obstructing his view. His face is round with flawless skin that practically glows in the daylight. His bangs are sticking out in all directions, hair mused in what Yoongi assumes is bedhead. Yoongi can’t help but find him kind of adorable, especially when his cheeks are puffy from stuffing so many chocolate chip cookies in his mouth.

Except he shouldn’t be fucking real! Or in his apartment!

As Yoongi steps closer, he notices the turquoise rings around Jungkook’s irises. Fear that Yoongi can only describe as primal tickles the base of his spine. It’s impossible to stamp down, no matter how many deep breaths he takes.

“You.” He points an accusatory finger. “You.”

Not his most intelligent moment, but his brain doesn’t know how to function anymore. A cookie-covered smile makes Yoongi falter, but he does his best to maintain a stern expression.

“Good morning, Yoongi! Your apartment is kind of dirty, but it feels cozy. I like it.” Jungkook places the now empty container of cookies on the coffee table. The action draws Yoongi’s attention to the stack of other empty food containers, beer bottles, weed residue, and game controllers littering the table’s surface. Maybe he is dirty.

Nah, fuck that. This is not what’s important right now.

Yoongi shakes his head, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his eyes. “Why are you here? How did you get here?”

Hoseok makes an odd sound that Yoongi desperately tries to ignore. But then he feels the press of a warm hand against the nape of his neck, and he can’t brush him off from how tightly Hoseok is digging into his skin.

“Yoongi…” He sounds like he’s about to scold him.

Before he can start, Jungkook hops up from the couch. Both strangely-tattooed hands lift upward, about chest-high, and he twists them to hold his palms out.

“It is my fault, Mr. Hoseok.”

“Just Hobi.”

Jungkook nods. “I did not explain the situation well. Elder Jimin and Elder Seokjin told me never to speak to humans about this, but I don’t know what else to do. No one else from our team is here, and they must wait until the next cosmic collision for the portal to reopen.”

His voice trembles as he speaks, and Yoongi worries the guy is about to start crying. He tugs at the many hoops adorning his earlobe and rocks on the balls of his feet, much like children do to comfort themselves.

Maybe he’s a dick, but Yoongi would prefer not to deal with a stranger crying in the middle of his living room.

“Cosmic collision? Like the weed?” He understands all the individual words Jungkook uses, but none of them in how he has strung them together.

The man bites his lip. His teeth wiggle as they dig into the pink flesh. At night they had appeared sharp, but in the daylight, they are blunt and almost too big for his face.

“Not the weed,” he says without further explanation.

Hoseok’s grip on Yoongi’s neck tightens until he turns to look at him. Human? He mouths not so subtly.

Yoongi shakes his head. Nothing about any of this makes sense. With a sigh, he runs his hands down his face and grimaces at how oily his skin feels.

“Look,” he starts, furrowing his eyebrows in Jungkook’s direction. “I’m gonna take a shower. And then I’m gonna drink a cup of coffee. By that point, I expect you to have called Jin or Jimin, fuck, I don’t care who, to take you home. Okay?”

Jungkook opens his mouth, likely to protest, but Yoongi tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Nope. I said what I said.”

“Yoongi-ya,” Hoseok protests on behalf of the bewildered man. He follows Yoongi back into his bedroom, awkwardly wringing his hands as he watches him look for clean clothes to wear. “He seems genuine…”

“Genuine?” Yoongi scoffs.

Hoseok shoots him a glare. “Yes.”

“Did you not hear him, Hoba? Humans? Cosmic collisions? Portals? Last night he said he goes by ‘Jungkook’ when he’s in this realm and made some weird ass clicking sounds like The Predator, like that was supposed to be his fucking name.”

“Okay… that is a bit strange… But I think you’re being harsh. Clearly, the guy is confused, and if he’s a friend of Jin, I think you should be nicer to him.”

“Jin gives me the creeps, too.”

“Yoongi!” Hoseok untangles his fingers to wave them around. “Just, just take your shower. I will get all of us coffee, and we will sort this out.”

They do not sort this out.

While Yoongi showered, Hoseok probed Jungkook a bit further. It was all more or less the same, though. Utter nonsense.

He discovered that Jungkook didn’t know what coffee was, didn’t seem to understand why Hoseok had initially been upset that he’d seen him naked because “nudity is the natural state of all humans,” and seemed shocked that Hoseok could “alter” his features - pointing at the deep orange he had recently dyed his hair. As if to explain his thought process about the hair observation, Hoseok watched with thinly-veiled horror as Jungkook’s hair turned a deep purple right before his eyes.

Needless to say, as Yoongi inches his way into the kitchen after a shower that should have been refreshing but only left him feeling cold, he does not expect to see Hoseok leaning across the kitchen table to stare unblinking at their odd guest. Their odd guest whose previously-dark hair is an icy blue.

“Umm?”

Hoseok lifts his eyes to Yoongi. They’re bright and full of wonder, so shiny Yoongi worries he might be on the verge of tears. Out of sadness or something else, he’s not sure.

“He’s magic.”

Jungkook giggles at Hoseok’s declaration. However, one look at Yoongi’s narrowed eyes makes him clap his hand over his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“He can change his hair color. And his eyes! See, look. Show him, Jungkookie.”

Jungkookie? In the time it took Yoongi to shower, they’d gotten on nickname-level?

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Yoongi forgets about his previous threat to kick Jungkook out. Instead, he sits at the table, lets the mug warm his hands, and tries to tell himself that the wave of heat burning down his body is from the coffee and not the intensity of Jungkook’s stare.

A stare that glows brighter the longer Yoongi looks at him until he watches the turquoise rings turn a deep pink. When Yoongi finally pulls his gaze from his eyes, he sees that Jungkook’s hair compliments his new eyes.

“What in the actual fuck?”

“I can change other parts of my body, too!” Jungkook beams. He shakes his head, and his hair returns to its original black. His eyes’ turquoise rings replace the pink. “It takes a lot of energy to change big things, like my facial structure. Hair and eyes are the easiest. I made myself taller when I first got to Earth, though. I like being tall.”

Yoongi slumps in his seat. If Hoseok wasn’t here witnessing this, he would assume that the weed Seokjin gave him was fucking with him harder than he could have imagined. But Hoseok is entirely sober and untainted by Cosmic Collision.

That means only one thing.

This shit is real. Whatever the fuck this is.

“Where were you before you came to Earth?” Hoseok is too willing to go along with this. But, on the other hand, Yoongi feels like everyone is playing a game he doesn’t know the rules to.

Jungkook’s nervous lip-biting returns, but he seems to push through his feelings. “Our planet is called Zephipra.” He shoots a quick look at Yoongi. “It is further into the universe than you humans have visited. Your scientists do not know about us.”

“So you’re an alien?” It comes out like a challenge without Yoongi meaning for it to. He feels a tiny bit bad when Jungkook deflates, closing in on himself as he draws his shoulders inward.

“We don’t like that term.”

Hoseok reaches an arm across the table. He flips his palm upward as though offering it to Jungkook to hold.

“What is a better term for you?” he asks softly, and Yoongi envies his roommate’s ability to be unconditionally kind.

It takes a few minutes of silence before Jungkook hesitantly squeezes Hoseok’s hand.

“I suppose extraterrestrial, but my people are called Zephi. That is also the language we speak.”

The gulp of coffee Yoongi takes is scalding. He should have waited for it to cool, knows this means his tastebuds and throat are burnt to shit and nothing will taste good for days. But he needs something to do as Jungkook rambles on about the history of aliens like this is all real.

Hoseok hums along, asking a few follow-up questions when something Jungkook says confuses him. Yoongi finds it all confusing, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So,” Hoseok claps his hands together and startles Yoongi out of his thoughts. “You said you’re stuck here until some kind of space phenomenon happens?”

Jungkook nods.

“And there’s absolutely no other way to get home?”

Another nod.

“Hmm…”

Yoongi accidentally catches Jungkook’s eyes once again. He knows his cheeks burn, but he doesn’t understand why. The heat only dissipates once Jungkook averts his gaze.

“How long does it take, usually?”

Jungkook draws the coffee Hoseok fixed for him closer. He peers down at the dark liquid and gives the light steam radiating off the surface a few sniffs. Yoongi doesn’t want to find how he scrunches his nose adorable, but he can’t stop the thoughts once they start.

“Hmm, usually a few weeks.” He looks at Yoongi again, and Yoongi really wishes he’d stop doing that. “Sometimes a month or two, right?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up into his bangs. “How would I know?”

“Well, how often do you purchase marijuana from Elder Seokjin?” When Yoongi doesn’t respond, Jungkook sighs. It’s the first time he looks genuinely upset. “I have never been here alone.”

By the time what Jungkook has said clicks in Yoongi’s head, he and Hoseok have migrated back to the living room. Yoongi scrambles after them as he pulls up Discord on his phone. No new messages from WWHandsome#7451.

Scrolling through their history, he finds that there is a pattern to how often Yoongi buys from him. Once he sorts through stoner memes and news articles about the legalization of marijuana at the federal level, he can see that each conversation about picking up a new order occurs around every four to five weeks. Yoongi rarely initiates the conversation; he doesn’t have to. Seokjin will let him know he has a new supply, and Yoongi suddenly realizes that, yeah, he’s almost out. He mentally joked with himself about how astute Seokjin is, that he must have some sort of supernatural sense to know when Yoongi is running low.

Now Yoongi wonders if there’s more to it than that.

“Are you not supposed to be here on your own?” Hoseok drapes a blanket around Jungkook’s shoulders and tucks him into the corner of the couch where the cushions are the comfiest. With Jungkook taken care of, he flops onto the couch beside him, leaving Yoongi room on the opposite end.

Although Yoongi considers himself to be a pretty reliable guy, Hoseok’s ability to take control of an emotionally-charged situation is Yoongi’s saving grace. Unfortunately, he’s not the best when it comes to emotional shit.

Jungkook tugs at his earrings once again. His other hand curls into a fist he repeatedly hits on the top of his thigh. It’s not hard or aggressive, but it’s distracting.

“No. I am an… intern? I believe that is the correct term. Only researchers are allowed on Earth alone. Interns must stay with their research mentor. Mine is Elder Seokjin.”

Hoseok lets out an understanding hum. He peeks at Yoongi out of the corner of his eye, but Yoongi doesn’t think he gives Hoseok much to go off of. Yoongi still has no idea what to think about all this; his brain won’t let him.

The three men are silent for what feels like forever. The air is full of tension, although Yoongi wonders if he’s the only one who notices it. Jungkook simply looks worried, his fist still thumping against his thigh and his fingers playing with his earrings. Hosoek is almost completely relaxed. Yoongi knows his roommate well enough to tell from how his shoulders sag, and that he’s reaching for the pre-rolls and lighter resting on the coffee table.

“Is this the 93 Boyz?”

Yoongi shakes his head, amazed that his friend can casually light up a joint as if this is just a normal day. “Chem Valley Kush.”

“Nice,” Hoseok speaks out of the corner of his mouth before inhaling as he brings the lighter to the tip of the joint.

Jungkook makes a small noise, perhaps a cough, when Hoseok exhales. His cute little nose wrinkles up, and Yoongi remembers that he doesn’t like the smell of weed.

“Want some, kiddo?” Hoseok hands the joint to Jungkook, who hesitantly pinches it between his fingers like a snake ready to lunge at him.

With furrowed eyebrows, he brings the joint to his lips and sucks in the smoke. Yoongi averts his eyes when Jungkook looks up at him through his lashes, cheeks pink and hollowed. There’s something about the guy that makes Yoongi’s skin crawl.

Despite his dislike of the smell of weed, Jungkook takes a few hits of the joint like a champ, only coughing once, and even then, the sound was dainty and soft.

Yoongi accepts the joint from Hoseok when Jungkook passes it over. He tries not to think about how Jungkook’s lips had just wrapped around the end of the joint, the same place Yoongi is about to put his lips. He keeps the hit quick and deep, passing it on to Hoseok before he’s barely inhaled fresh air to push the smoke further into his lungs.

Only after Hoseok starts the second round of the rotation does he say, “Well, you’ll just have to stay here until the collision or whatever happens.”

Yoongi’s heart drops into the pit of his stomach while a blinding smile blooms across Jungkook’s face. “Whoa, wait a second. Why can’t he go back to their house?”

“We can’t leave him alone!” Hoseok chastizes him as though this is the most obvious solution to their dilemma.

“Hoba, where is he going to sleep?”

“Your room.”

Yoongi scoffs. If it’s Hoseok’s bright idea, it should be him giving up his bedroom. “Then where am I sleeping?”

“The couch.” Hoseok shrugs and passes the joint to a still-hesitant Jungkook. “Or with him, if you’re gonna be a little bitch about the couch. Do you care, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook inhales too deeply and sputters a rough “No, of course not” in between coughs that sound painful.

There’s no way in fuck Yoongi’s going to sleep in the same bed as an alien. “Do ali- I mean, Zephi, even need to sleep?”

Smoke rushes out of Jungkook’s nostrils. The rigid set of his jaw makes him look older and more angular. The masculine aggression of it makes Yoongi’s stomach twist - which he ignores.

“Yes,” Jungkook hisses. “We are not freaks.”

“No one said you were, kiddo.” Hoseok lightly flicks Jungkook under the chin before shoving the joint in Yoongi’s face with a grimace. “You, behave.”

With that, Hoseok rises from the couch. He places his hands on his hips and looks between the two men. Yoongi hates when he gets like this, calculating. Usually, whatever that over-imaginative brain cooks up is never good for Yoongi.

“Is there anything at your house you need while you stay with us?” Hoseok asks with his head tilted to the side as he examines Jungkook.

The alien - Zephi - chews on his bottom lip. His cheeks are still pink, as are his eyes. Except this time, it’s from being high rather than being some supernatural oddity.

“They took all my things when they returned home,” Jungkook admits after a long pause. He stares at his hands in his lap, lacing and unlacing his fingers to the point that Yoongi wants to grab his wrists and force them to his sides. “I don’t require much, though. I do not want to be a bother.”

At that, he steals a shy glance at Yoongi. Yoongi feels heat spread over his cheeks, so he opts to look at Hoseok instead. Which is a mistake because his roommate is glowering at him.

“Jungkookie, no matter how much of a dick Yoongi is, I promise you are not a bother,” he speaks to Jungkook but keeps his eyes on Yoongi.

“I’mnotadick,” Yoongi grumbles. He folds his arms against his chest and stares at his reflection in the TV. It’s not a clear reflection, but it’s enough to tell that his hair is, rather unfortunately, sticking straight up on his head.

“Anyway, I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes. I tend to wear them baggy, so they should fit you fine. I have to go to work soon - I’m a hairstylist. Fucked up, working on the weekends, right? Ahh, but anyway, you can stay with Yoongi.”

Jungkook merely nods with bright, round eyes gazing up at Hoseok as though the man is divulging his most remarkable secrets.

“And if he’s mean to you, you can, I don’t know, shoot him with lasers out of your eyes or whatever scary things you’re capable of.”

“Oh, I would never do that,” Jungkook quickly disagrees, turning those beautiful eyes to Yoongi.

“You can do that?”

“Yes, but I promise I wouldn’t do that to you. I promise.”

Yoongi throws his head back against the couch and groans. His body starts to slip down the cushions, but he does nothing to stop himself from falling onto the floor.

“You cannot leave me with him, Hoba.”

“Oh, hush.” Hoseok swats the back of Yoongi’s head as he makes his way to his bedroom to get ready. “You’ll be besties in no time.”

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#yoongi x jungkook #jungkook x yoongi #yoonkook au #min yoongi #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #cosmic collision #jai writes #gimmethatagustd

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wrestle-catboy-vault · 20 days

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Mirrored Memory [catboy ue fanfic]

Ok so, TJ is looking for a warm place to stay the night, and some bougie show breeder's house happened to leave one of the windows open so lil teenage kitty scurries in

And accidentally finds himself in the kitty nursery

And little Akira is like, newly adopted and separated from his litter for the first time so of course he's home sick and can't sleep

And at first TJ thinks the place is empty but he spots Frankie and they make eye contact and he's like "ohhhh shit I'm busted"

He expects Frankie to start crying or something and then the owners are definitely calling hybrid control and he'd be in BIG trouble for "attacking a house cat"

But Frankie is really curious about this cat, cause he's never seen anyone like TJ before, he's never seen a stray before

It's not hard to think he's young enough to have never seen another hybrid outside his litter before

So he bounds right up to him because who's ever heard of self preservation? Not Akira that's for sure

And he starts asking questions to TJP, like

Who are you? Where'd you come from? Why'd you come in through the window, you're supposed to use the door? Why do you have scratches all over you? Why are your clothes so old? What breed are you?

And the whole time tj is standing in the open window, it's like mid-winter so he's wet from the waist down from melting snow and there's a sharp wind from behind him that makes him shiver real bad and Akira finally notices his teeth chattering

So he sneaks TJ down to the rest of the house, careful not to wake the owners, and they throw TJ's jacket in the dryer, and then go to the kitchen where Akira struggles to make him some hot soup

The next morning TJ wakes up in Frankie's nursery, buried in blankets with his tummy full and warm for the first time in months

Akira left him a poorly spelled little note and a half eaten plate of breakfast. The note says that he had to go to training today and he left TJ half his breakfast in case he was hungry again, and that he doesn't know where TJ came from but he's glad he has a friend now because this place is big and empty and he hated being alone

TJ reads the note as he eats, and when he's done he grabs his jacket and scampers back out the same window he snuck in and never looks back.

Because as kind as Frankie was to him, staying here is just too risky. The owners will find him and kick him out, or some stray he has heat with see him prancing around with a show kitten and that would make Akira a target, or hybrid control would recognize his face and lock him up. Too many things could go wrong

Years later TJP is tentatively staying in a hybrid foster home. Despite the others all having checkered pasts like him, he still feels like an outsider. Which might be why he's laying awake in the rafters when he hears the quietest *tink!* as someone slips in the window.

A little homeless Akira is fresh on the streets and he's starving.

Luckily he's welcome to stay (after the scare of TJP pounce tackling him from the shadows and interrogating his intentions)

The two don't recognize each other from that one night when they were both kids, and maybe they never will

But Frankie still likes to share his breakfast with TJ ❤️

Bonus: young tjp and akira designs

#this is my first time posting fic stuff I'm sorry if it's formatted weird!!!#admin pep #tjp #francesco akira #catch 2/2 #njpw #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #the catboy agenda #catboy au #pls send asks if you wanna hear more catboy lore 😅😅#tj perkins #united empire

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jadegretz · 2 months

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Wu: Warrior of the Sacred Fire by Jade Gretz

Kim Wu stood poised on the precipice of the ancient temple, the crimson sunset painting the sky in hues of imminent danger. Below, the dense jungle canopy writhed like a living beast, its silence broken only by the cacophony of unseen creatures. In her hands, her nunchucks hummed with anticipation, a familiar weight that brought a flicker of comfort amidst the unsettling unease that had been gnawing at her for days.

Something was wrong with the Fire Spirits. Kim's signature fireballs, usually potent and controllable, had begun to exhibit erratic behavior. They lingered longer, pulsed with an unsettling inner life, and occasionally flickered with an unnatural green hue. Her normally flawless control had become a desperate struggle, each fiery orb a potential harbinger of chaos.

This expedition, fueled by whispers of a forgotten temple housing the secret to enhancing a warrior's ki, had taken a terrifying turn. Her companions, Jago and TJ Combo, were nowhere to be found, vanished into the jungle's depths days ago. Panic gnawed at her, but Kim wasn't one to give up without a fight.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and pushed open the intricately carved temple doors. Inside, dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through cracks in the ceiling. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and something… else, a sickly sweetness that tickled her nostrils.

A shiver ran down her spine as she ventured deeper. Wall murals depicted grotesque figures dancing around swirling flames, their expressions a chilling mix of ecstasy and horror. The Fire Spirits, it seemed, held a darker side in this temple's history.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. A stray dog, no bigger than a knee, emerged from the shadows, its fur matted and its eyes gleaming with an unnatural green light. Before Kim could react, a ball of green fire erupted from its emaciated body, hurtling towards her.

Her reflexes kicked in, a fiery dragon, summoned from her own nunchucks, colliding with the oncoming green orb. The two blasts detonated mid-air, shattering the eerie silence …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

#ai #aiart #digitalart #jadegretz #fantasyart #fanart #beautifulgirl #aiartwork #aiartcommunity #kimwu #videogamerart #ninja

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chickensarentcheap · 4 months

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Tyler was very good at it, but he had a hard time with the really poopy ones lol. Esme could handle everything from sopping wet with pee to the ultimate of blow outs. So I'm going to give it to her lol

Clean the boys' bathroom LOL. She does not understand how they never seem to actually get the pee in the toilet, despite the fact he was very diligent especially when it came to toilet training them and showing how it's done when standing up lol. Something mom couldn't do. lol. So he handles that for her. He tends to take the garbage out the most do and mucks the stalls for the animals. The oldest boys and Declan are good at helping.

They'd be cool with it. They are raising their children to have free will and to think and make decisions for themselves, and if, after researching and experiencing things, they decide that religion is for them, mom and dad will accept that and nurture it the best they can. But both Tyler and Esme will NOT become religious themselves.

TJ and Millie both want to go to Hawaii and California on surfing trips. Tanner wants to visit Iceland and Finland. Declan has a dream of going mountain climbing in places like Austria and Switzerland. The others are still really small and to them the ultimate place is Disney World and they go there every two years :)

Tanner is very good at advocating for himself and the things he needs. So Tyler built him a 'safe place'; enclosing his bed and turning into a cabin with barn doors that open and shut. Just a place he can 'lock' himself into it when he needs to. They plan where they go to eat, shop, vacations, based on what kind of 'escape routes' there are for Tanner and what kind of 'safe places' they can arrange for him to retreat to. They allow him to wear his noise cancelling headphones at the dinner table if he's overwhelmed by the noise.

You know, they just love to hang out together. They love spending time on the beach, just the two of them. He'll take her for a surfing lesson, they'll have lunch down there, they will just lie in the sun and talk or read books. They'll go on hikes in the woods. They'll goof around on the skateboard ramp (like that video of Chris trying to do kick flips lol). And they nap. Mostly on the hammock of the swinging bed on the maste rbedroom patio

They love working there. It's a very relaxing place. There's fish tanks and the bookstore cat and there's a little courtyard out back and they listen to music. She's a good boss and very friendly and outgoing. And the place is very respected by locals and tourists and they've been featured in magazines and even a tv show about places to visit not just in Queensland, but Australia itself :)

Tyler is a strict boss. He's very much a perfectionist and didn't accept excuses or mistakes. But he's also fair and treats his people with respect. Not to mention pays them EXTREMELY well. Including medical bills, dental, all those types of benefits. And he is very well respected (and even feared in some ways) in that circle

Addie has always been so sensitive. And a little drama queen! She'd totally lose her mind at feedings if it was coming fast enough (there was a scene with Tyler being like 'omg, calm down' lol) and she had a temper tantrum when she was learning to crawl and lost her balance lol

Oh yeah. Millie especially. They know they're not supposed to go into the woods alone, because dumb asses will hunt in there despite it being private property. But she's especially been known to go in there and get caught or ratted on.

@tragiclyhip

#Tyler and Esme series

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valeriianz · 8 months

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Heads Up, Seven Up

Tagged by @seiya-starsniper and @tj-dragonblade thank you! <3

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

“Since you’re going down there, be sure to grab napkins as well.”

Hob looks sideways to see Morpheus leaning forward against the counter. Hob gives him a playful glare which Morpheus only raises an eyebrow at.

“You can get that yourself,” Hob says with a grin, only half serious as he tucks his laundry list into his coat pocket. He ignores the mix of reactions that gets out of those around him and snags a large bin from the dishroom on his way out.

Hob isn’t aware of Morpheus following him until he gets to the cellar door, pushing it open with his shoulder, and hearing it shut behind him a few steps in. He turns to find Morpheus walking past the wire shelves that hold totes full of towels and napkins, and straight up to him.

Hob’s heart leaps in his chest, as it always does when he finds himself alone with Morpheus. His pulse kicks up in double time and an unconscious smirk tugs his lips up.

“Here to give me a hand?” Hob asks, walking backwards as Morpheus advances on him.

“Something like that,” Morpheus murmurs as he snags the bin out of Hob’s hands, dropping it to the floor at the same time as he snags Hob by the front of his apron and yanks him into a kiss.

oh hey, more of my restaurant au lol

i'll tag... @hardly-an-escape @valiantstarlights @ferelden-loser and @cuubism

#i havent been writing much sadly #real life sucks at the moment #being tagged again was a nice surprise #tag game

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 1 year

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— frozen hearts: day seven —

Warnings: lots of fluff, angst, sexual themes, pregnancy, talks of abortion, flirty!Bucky, mentions of death, mentions of physical/sexual harrassment/abuse, sexual tension

Word Count: ~5k

A/N: I’M SORRY for the long wait! I’ve had a terrible writer’s block and let’s just say this isn’t my best work :( I’m hoping to start updating more on schedule soon because school is kicking my ass. By the way, if anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know by reblogging or messaging or replying to this post. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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“Y/N! Bucky! Get up!” Your mom’s voice called from outside the door. Two quick knocks and a click later, she was standing inside with her hands on her hips. She watched you stir awake, blinking against the bright light coming through the window; you had forgotten to close the blinds last night. Her voice seemed a bit too loud for the morning and her face seemed way off her usual cheery self, but you hadn’t noticed that yet.

“Ma,” you groaned, burying your face into your pillow as Bucky’s arm shifted off of your waist and landed on the mattress as he turned to lay on his back. His head lifted up slightly as he blinked to clear his vision.

“Morning, M/N,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes lightly. He was fully aware of the way your head pressed into the pillow which his arm was hidden underneath and the way your legs were a tangled mess of limbs, barely knowing which was his and yours. He felt himself blush as your mom sighed, making him grimace and slam his head back into the pillow.

“You two better be up in a few,” she said, glancing around the room. “Xavier and Deanna are going back as well as TJ and the others. I’m sure you two would want to say goodbye.” You grumbled something and got up slightly, sitting criss-cross as you looked at her, more awake now.

“When are they leaving? And why are they going so early?” You asked, a bit of a whine slipping into your tone at the latter question. Bucky noticed the slight tremble on your bottom lip and grasped your hand under the blanket, giving it a little squeeze. He knew you hated when people left, having seen you cry when Hope left for a few months for a business trip. He had asked Steve afterwards if you had cried when he left, but Steve had only shrugged and said to ask Natasha.

Bucky didn’t, scared of hurting himself.

“Around three, sweetie. But, honestly, you’d have to ask that second question yourself,” your mom replied with a tight-lipped smile as if she was feeling the exact same thing as you. She might have from what Bucky knew—you and your mom were almost the same. He had noticed the similarities between your personalities and mannerisms. It was almost uncanny.

“Oh,” you whispered, “okay.” Your mom left the room with a warm smile on her lips that Bucky noted wasn’t as warm as it usually was. He looked up at you when your head hit the headboard with a gentle thud.

“You alright, doll?” His voice was croaky and low, but you managed to ignore the jump of your heart and looked down at him.

“I hate it when people leave, James,” was all you said before getting up and heading to the bathroom before he could say anything.

It wasn’t as if he had a response. He knew that. He knew you hated it when people left, but he didn’t know why. Maybe that should have been his question. Or maybe he should have asked you if you cried when he left. Then he shot up. You didn’t just leave for no reason; you were gone because you needed to cry. He tossed the blanket off of him, cold air pricking his exposed skin as he knocked on the bathroom door.

He heard you hum behind it.

He tested the doorknob, not too surprised when he found it unlocked—you were in a rush to hide. When he opened the door, you were sitting on the floor, back against the tub with your legs pulled to your chest. His heart ached at the sight, knowing that if he saw you crying, he would have to fight off tears of his own. He sat down beside you, staring ahead as his arm brushed yours. You let your head drop onto his shoulder and he relaxed, throwing an arm around you as you sniffled.

“I hate it when people leave,” you repeated your words from earlier, but Bucky bit his tongue and held his breath when he noticed you were going to elaborate. “It hurts to say goodbye, y’know? Sometimes you don’t know when or where you’ll meet them again. And sometimes—sometimes you don’t know if you’re ever going to see them again.”

Bucky opened his mouth a few times before it dawned on him what you were implying and he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied quickly, hand coming up to grasp the one on your shoulder. You squeezed his hand. “I’m just glad you’re here now.” Bucky then glanced down at you, the question that ran in his head for a while now on the tip of his tongue.

“Did you cry?” He blurted out, making you tilt your head slightly to look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot and unshed tears were welled up in them. “Like when I left for my tours, did you cry? For me?”

There was a beat of silence.

“Of course I did,” you answered, averting your eyes from him shyly. “I didn’t have anyone to talk to much when you were gone, even if we just argued.”

“What?” Bucky shook his head. “Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Hope and Scott and the others. They were all there, so what do you mean you didn’t talk much?”

You shrugged and said, “Nat had Steve. Hope had Scott. Jane had Thor. Sam was pretty much packed with his shifts and went on dates on the first tour and visited Sarah. When we got together for lunch, Sam brought Leila and he had her.”

“You and… him?”

“He never came with me.” That was the end of that. He knew you were finished with the topic for now. It had gotten too close to something you both didn’t want to talk about. You shifted and started getting up, pulling Bucky’s hand to get him up. “Now get out of here so I can get ready.”

Bucky smirked and yanked you toward him, watching with an amused sparkle in his eyes as you slammed into his chest. You playfully glared up at him, a smile ghosting over your lips as you started shoving him out the bathroom, mumbling flusteredly that you couldn’t take more of his shenanigans. It was obvious to him that there was no real bite to your words and that little peck on his lips before you closed the door in his face made him smile like a goof.

———

The minute you stepped into the kitchen, everyone’s eyes were on you. They did that yesterday too, watching with worried eyes with confusion lingering behind them, which is why you had jumped at the idea of getting out. You knew your parents and Matthew didn’t tell them what had happened. You told them not and they respected that. Bucky’s hand lingered on your backside until he was pulled away by your dad. You knew what they were talking about as you sat down at the kitchen island and thanked your mom for the tea, faces serious and a dangerous fire dancing in Bucky’s blue eyes.

You had decided you wouldn’t worry too much about anything to do with Rumlow after the trial. Matt had been a lifesaver, somehow gathering records and witnesses from Rumlow’s previous relations and affairs. His skills were the only reason he ended up with a couple years in jail and you had a restraining order on him. Now you wondered how he got out of jail and what would happen to him since he attacked you despite the restraining order. You mentally discarded the thoughts, eyes flickering over to your dad and Bucky.

Bucky looked agitated, but somehow hid it so well on his face that you only noticed it from his eyes. The look he flashed made you smile at him, hoping to ease some of his tension and you grinned widely when the flame died down a bit in his eyes. He smiled back before blushing when your dad said something to him. His grin turned into something more bashful and he chuckled just loud enough for you to hear it too. Your heart warmed at the scene unfolding in front of you.

You had never seen this coming. Just a week ago you would have done anything to piss each other off—not that you swore off of annoying or teasing the other. You took a sip of your tea, thinking about how often that teasing turned into playful banter that turned into flirtatious remarks nowadays. You would have laughed at the idea of letting Bucky come close to you, let alone wanting Bucky to hold you in the mornings. Now all you wanted was for Bucky to be near you. Hell, you would go the length and say you needed him to stay near you for you to feel safe.

Bucky, as if hearing your thoughts, took a seat next to you and whispered, “Don’t stare at me for too long. Someone might think you like me or something.” You snorted, glad you weren’t taking a sip of your tea just then. Bucky grinned down at you and winked.

“Don’t flatter yourself, James,” you replied, gulping down the last of your tea. “If I wanted you, I would’ve had you.”

“You have me either way, doll.” You couldn’t say that your heart didn’t do a somersault in your chest at that one sentence. Bucky just had that way with words, tugging at some strings attached to your heart that you didn’t even know you had.

“We should get going,” TJ said quietly, not daring to look at you. Instead he stared ahead at your mom with a tight-lipped smile. You glared at him, catching Diya’s eyes as she tried to get Prem into a jacket. The six-year-old ran towards you, tearing eyed as he pouted up at you.

“I don’t want to go!” He stomped his feet on the ground and crossed his arms in front of his torso. “I want to stay with you!” He was practically yelling at this point, making the entire family watch him with exasperation. Bucky had a feeling that something like this had happened before with how your eyes flickered up to TJ’s, a smirk on your face.

“See?” You picked Prem up, placing him in your lap as TJ dragged his hand down his face, trying and failing to hide the smile on his lips. “Why do you need to leave anyway? You still have another week off and Diya’s her own boss.”

“Yeah,” Prem huffed, crossing his arms and pouting in his own cute way. “Mama’s her own boss and she wants to stay too. She told me so last night.” Diya just shrugged at his statement.

“Seriously?” TJ looked over at Diya with a glint in his eyes. “I can reschedule, you know? You just have to say the words.”

“I know,” Diya said, a smile that was filled with love gracing her face.

“Yeah, we all know that Diya has TJ wrapped around her fingers,” Tyler quipped, rolling his eyes at his brother. “Now can we get on to the part that you admit you want to stay here too and you’ll reschedule ‘cause you can?” TJ sent Tyler a glare, but nodded his head.

“When are you two leaving, Y/N?” TJ asked, seeing that Prem was still clinging onto you. You grinned at the way Prem started jumping in excitement in your lap.

“The 30th,” you answered, “in the evening.” TJ nodded and fished out his phone to change the date of their tickets.

“Guys!” Skylar came in running into the kitchen, phone up high in the air. “I got into Harvard!” The uproar in the kitchen made Ariel and Dylan laugh in delight even though they had no clue why everyone was so happy all of a sudden. Tyler on the other hand was frozen to his seat, face stoic and lips thinned out. Your parents had wrapped Skylar into a tight hug and congratulated him, your mom coming out the embrace with tears in her eyes. Something clicked in Tyler’s head then and he shot up, whooping and tackling Skylar which resulted in the two laying on the ground.

“We’re going to Harvard!” You heard Tyler’s muffled scream come from the twins’ pile on the floor. Once TJ managed to get them off the ground, Tyler explained that he had gotten his acceptance letter around two weeks ago but Skylar hadn’t heard anything.

“They just got me mixed up with some other Skylar somehow with the early acceptances, so they called me to tell me how sorry they were about the mix, but I only heard I got in, to be honest, so I asked them just to be sure and they confirmed it again and—shit, I got in!” Your grandma protested at the language with the kids around, but it went unheard as another chorus of congrats went around for the twins again.

“You guys should call ma,” TJ commented, eyes going wide with a smile. “She’s gonna have a field day when you two tell her. Not only one of you, but both of you got in. Go call her and then we can celebrate however you two want to.”

“Skate day!” The twins yelled in unison, big dumb grins on their faces. The rest of you hollered sarcastic remarks and sent them off to call their mom.

“Skate day?” Bucky whispered once everyone was off to their own thing again and Prem ran away to play with Nate, Dan, and Vanessa.

“We usually spend at least one day outside in the snow every year,” you explained, shrugging and turning on your stool to face him. “Usually at the lake. You’ve been there, right? Yeah, so we usually skate around and then have a snowball fight or snowman competition. Never fair, by the way. Sabotage is expected. Although there’s years when it doesn’t get cold enough or snow, we go to the local skating rink in the town. A little tradition of ours.”

“Ah, got it.” Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him, leading you to the living room where the kids were playing while Harry watched awkwardly. Xavier and Deanna were out getting some errands done before they left to hop onto a plane to go back home. Ariel and Dylan were blabbing in their own language as the other four drew with their new art supplies that you had decided to buy for them.

“Aunt Y/N! Look, look, look, look, look!” Nate ran towards you at full speed with a paper in his hands and jumped towards you. You were not ready for Nate’s energy just then and definitely would have had a black eye or broken nose if it weren’t for Bucky’s fast reflexes. He caught Nate right under his armpits and gave him a slight look.

“Careful, bud,” he scolded gently. “You could’ve hurt your aunt. We don’t wanna hurt her, do we?” Nate looked a bit remorseful when he nodded and mumbled out an apology, but quickly had that grin back on his face as he stuck his drawing in your face.

“Doesn’t that look awesome, Aunt Y/N?” He asked with so much hope that you couldn’t do anything but nod. You could only see the bright orange and blue blur together with how close the drawing was shoved to your eyes and with how much Nate was moving it. Bucky went ahead and held Nate’s hands, stopping Nate from moving it so much and pulling it back so that you could see the picture clearly.

“It looks awesome, Nathaniel,” you said, nodding your head. You could now see that there were figures on a snow mountain, skiing or snowboarding down—you couldn’t tell exactly which one was doing which. “Which one is who though? I can’t tell with their masks and goggles on.”

“That one is me. That one is Dan. That is mommy. She’s holding Ariel 'because she can’t ski. That one is Daddy ‘cause he always falls at the end.” He pointed at the one on the ground, sitting as far as you could tell, and made a deadpan face. You let a few giggles at that, already making plans to show it to Matthew. Or, better yet, get Nate to say exactly what he said to you to Matthew. Hopefully Nate said it in front of others so that Matthew could be a bit more embarrassed.

“It’s more than awesome,” you said, ruffling his hair. “Remember to sign it.” Nate ran off quickly after that, saying thank you and something about adding snow to it.

“You wanna embarrass Matthew with that drawing, don’t you?” Bucky asked, keeping his voice a bit low.

“Can’t blame me.” You bit your lip and leaned into Bucky’s side, sighing in content when he lifted his arm to wrap around your shoulders. Being in his arms might have just been your favourite spot to be now.

———

When Matthew grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen while everyone else was getting ready to spend the day outside, you were, the least to say, confused.

“What’s going on?” You asked when he let go and looked over your shoulder to check for anyone else. You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to ignore the gut-churning feeling in your stomach. If he asked what Tania had yesterday at the mall, you doubted you could keep it a secret from him. You crossed your fingers behind your back.

“Tania’s pregnant,” he blurted out instead, making you freeze before a grin erupted on your face.

“Oh, that’s amazing!” You practically yelled, clapping your hands together in front of you and jumping on your toes slightly. When you saw Matthew’s head drop and shake, you frowned. The last two times, he was ecstatic to meet his kid, or kids. He always had wanted a big family, having grown up in one.

“I—I don’t know, Y/N,” he started, running a hand through his hair and then looking up at you. You saw the fear flicker through his eyes before he blew out a breath. “Don’t get me wrong. I want the kid, but I don’t know if we should. Three are already plenty and Ariel’s not ready to be independent yet. She—I don’t know. I really don’t know what to say.”

“What did you say to Tania?” You bit the inside of your cheek as Matthew rubbed his hands together.

“I didn’t,” he whispered, looking at the floor.

“When she told you, how did—how did you react?”

“Like I did every other time,” he replied. “I didn’t think about it then.” He shrugged and you felt your heart clench for your brother. He was always the one who protected you, but you knew that he needed you this time around and you were glad to do so.

“You need to talk to her about it,” you said slowly, nodding your head when he shook his. “Communication is important. Maybe she feels the same way or maybe she’ll help you believe that you both can survive another little heathen.” You let out an airy chuckle.

“Or maybe she’ll hate me for it,” he mumbled, rubbing his forehead.

“She’s not gonna hate you. She can’t hate you.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. “She loves you too much for that. She’ll hear you out.”

“You’re so fucking sure of that, aren’t you?” He moved away from you and raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve seen the two of you together basically my entire life,” you answered nonchalantly. “I don’t think either of you could survive without the other.”

The silence was overwhelming. Then he nodded.

“Don’t let her fall,” you warned as you started for the front door.

“Never.”

———

Bucky decided that he had had enough of you sitting around on the little bench beside the lake. Your skates were laying right beside your feet, but you hadn’t bothered even putting them on. The laces were undone and they were stuck into the snow so that they would stand but they had fallen over. You were chatting it up with Hailey and Tania, who refused to skate because she didn’t want to injure her ankle again, sparing at glance at him.

He raised an eyebrow, looking down at your skates and then back up at you. When he looked into your eyes, he saw the slight pleading look in your eyes and knew exactly what he needed to do. He dodged a few people—Matthew and Jake were trying to help Dan, Nate, and Vanessa learn to skate and Tyler and Skylar were flying past everyone, screwing up the little ones’ practice every now and then.

Once he got to the edge, he sent a charming smile to the other two ladies and then sent you one that was warming and boyish.

“Y’know,” he started with his Brooklyn accent, “I was kinda hopin’ to catch ya skating ‘round.” You bit your lip, obviously trying to hide the smile threatening to grace your beautiful face. He raised his eyebrows slightly when you looked over at Tania and Hailey.

Hailey waved her hand and said, “Go and enjoy yourselves.” You grinned and started to put on your skates, struggling with your laces for a few moments before you got them tight enough. Bucky extended a hand for you, barely realising it was his bare left hand—his gloves were completely soaked and he didn’t want the metal to rust if he forgot to clean it—until your hand was in his. You only clutched his hand as you stood up, wobbling and giggling at your unsteady figure.

“It’s been a while,” you told him, smiling sheepishly. He grinned like a fool when he yanked you closer, making you grab onto his shoulders to hold yourself up and playfully glare up at him. “You’re trouble.”

“Should’ve thought of that earlier, doll,” he teased, nudging your nose with his. “Too late to back outta this now.” Then he kissed you gently, cupping your face in his freezing hands which made you gasp against his lips and let him deepen the kiss. He pulled away soon enough, with most of his mind and heart telling him to keep kissing you and holding you close, knowing there was a crowd watching. The cheeky grin on his face was the complete opposite of yours, the shy smile emitting a few low whistles from the guys.

“Asses,” you mumbled, sending each of them a death glare. Bucky barely registered them, eyes stuck on your face which emitted heat. His heart did a little flip in his chest at the idea of you flustering.

“Careful,” Bucky warned, ducking his head to whisper into your ear, hoping to arouse another reaction he loved so much. “They might think they have a better ass than me.” You sputtered out a laugh, throwing your head back and letting your hand come up to cover your mouth. Bucky held onto your forearms knowing that you could easily topple over with how much you were laughing. You had done it once, and he was damn sure you could do it again.

Once your laughter had ceased, snickers and giggles still sneaking out of those pretty lips of yours, you said, “You didn’t say that. You did not just freaking say that!” Then another round of giggles escaped you, clutching into his forearms in a tight grip and hiding your face in his chest. Bucky watched on with a smile on his face.

His smile was still on his face when you looked up at him, eyes shimmering with happy tears.

“I did say it,” he started, narrowing his eyes slightly, “and you know I have the best ass around.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Nope.” Your eyes were challenging him, urging him to keep talking and prove you wrong, but he had something better for you. Rather than arguing and trying to prove he was right, he was going to admit he was wrong.

“You’re right. I don’t have the best ass around.” He sighed as if he was defeated. Your eyebrows raised a bit, revealing to him that you were surprised. Then he smirked. “You do.” Your heated cheeks and slightly widened eyes made him feel weirdly proud of himself. His heart seemed to warm his chest as you opened and closed your mouth twice before biting your lip in an attempt to fight the smile from appearing on your face.

“You are turning into a flirt, James Buchanan Barnes,” you said eventually, shaking your head fondly and pushing his arms away lightly. You pushed past him to skate towards Vanessa, who was doing better than the twins, but still was wobbly enough to take calculated strides.

“Always have been, doll, but you seem to make me tongue-tied,” he shouted after you, turning quickly—luckily not falling because that would have been embarrassing for him—to look at you shoot him a look. The others seemed to acknowledge the fact that there was a whole different conversation going on between the two of you and left it alone. He grinned at you as you started to help Vanessa with her strides.

———

Keeping an eye on you was harder than Bucky thought. The cabin was surrounded with trees and, with the sun starting to set, Bucky had a tough time managing to find everyone. His gloves were wet with snow and slush, coldness seeping through and starting to freeze the tips of his fingers. He ripped the glove off of his flesh hand, his metal one being made to warm him when he was cold, and shoved it deep into his pocket. Reaching into his other pocket, he produced another glove, but this one was dry and warm. He slipped it onto his hand and noticed his slip up just a tad bit late.

The snow slid down his neck and made its way down his spine, making him shiver involuntarily. His eyes zipped over to your black jacket, shrinking back behind the thick tree trunk. You must have assumed he missed your form because you didn’t run from your spot. He snickered under his breath, a mischievous idea forming in his head. He slowly made his way to the tree you were standing behind and crouched down to grab some snow. He started to form a ball before he decided he didn’t need to.

He snuck behind you since your head was facing away from him and managed to execute his plan. He emitted a loud shriek from you as he dumped the snow on the back of your head. You turned around, squealing as the snow melted and made its way down your spine.

“James! You little son of a gun!” You glared at him as you shivered violently from the cold. Bucky felt little to no remorse for doing what he did. You had been on his tail the entire time, throwing a snowball after another. He knew you had had practice from previous years, but he had never anticipated for you to be this good. To top it off, your dark attire made it practically impossible for him to see you. This was just pure luck in his head.

He shrugged and said, “I thought you needed to cool down a bit after being on fire for the last thirty minutes.” You managed to look a little smug at his implication despite your chattering teeth.

“You sayin’ I’m better than the sniper?” You crossed your arms then and he noticed your bare hands. He took off his dry glove and grabbed your hand, slipping it on before grabbing the other dry glove from his pocket and putting it on your other hand. “Thanks.”

“No problem, doll,” he mumbled, rubbing your arms in a soothing manner. “It’s getting late and all of us are freezing. I know Tania and Hailey are already in the cabin. You wanna head in too?” You nodded quickly, moving closer to him in order to get warmer. He swung his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side as he started to walk towards the cabin.

———

“Today was fun.” Bucky moved closer to you when you shivered. “You okay?”

Even in the dim lighting you could see his blue eyes gazing at you worriedly. A gaze so full of concern and something like adoration that made your throat dry and blood rush to your cheeks. You shuffled closer to him, content with his arm thrown over your waist and lips brushing your forehead in a feather-like kiss. His metal arm was tucked underneath your pillow where you had started to like it.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you replied, eyes flickering between his. He raised his eyebrow, not fully convinced of your answer. “Just a bit cold, I think. The snow does that to me.”

He hummed and you felt it vibrate deep into your bones. You tucked your head under his chin, nose hovering over his where his collarbone was hidden under a shirt. He yawned and sighed, burying his nose in your hair.

“G’night, doll.”

“Goodnight, Barney.”

“You ever gonna stop sayin’ that?”

“No. Goodnight, Barney.”

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lcvebirds · 2 years

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the last thing that daphne expected after leaving tj’s was to walk into her supposed shared apartment with her sister only to find all of her things had been packed away and piled up into garbage bags beside the door. “what’s this?” she asked, eyeing her sister who was seated on the couch in front of her. “this is me kicking you out. you’re never here anyways so what’s the point of you living here?” she paused, “anyways, i moved angelica in. she needed somewhere to go.” the blonde could feel the emotional building inside of her but she refused to cry in front of her sister. “fine.”

daphne had hardly been gone from tj’s an hour when she showed back up at his place, knocking on his door. she felt almost embarrassed to be back at his place and she hated that she leaned on him so much. she didn’t want to be that girlfriend but she didn’t really have anywhere else to go. when he opened the door, her glossy blue eyes looked up at his darker ones. “dana,” she started, “she kicked me out. can i, uhm, stay here?”

@luriddaze

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dxwnfxll · 1 year

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can I rq anything with Mikell, theres barely anything for him sob

like,, maybe dating hc? idk

Yippee! I luv writing about my fav cowboy!!

Mikell x Reader (a bit of everything)

Meeting you

-you and Mikell met during his teen years, he was always busy trying to raise his siblings. He never had time for school which eventually led him to drop out.

-He went to the store one day, TJ in the baby carrier and Jack holding onto the cart like kids do. He had a list and was constantly telling Jack to 'put shit back' as they couldn't get it.

-then he saw you shopping with your own family, he paused a second seeing you then quickly looked away like the awkward teen he was when you looked back

-this happened for a lil while to, after all you all lived in a small town so y'all were bound to bump into each other again

-Mikell being the reckless teen he was started just leaving Jack at home with TJ while he hung around the store all day waiting to see if you'd pop up

-and eventually you did, he was smoking as you spotted him. Walking over with your hands in your pockets (just go with it pls) "hey, i've seen you around here but um never at school"

-Mikell nodded trying to be cool "oh yeah, i'm homeschooled." He said taking another drag from his cigarette before blowing it away from you

-you smiled "names Y/n, yours?"

-he looked at you "Mikell"

Confession

-a couple years later, Mikell is now 19 and so are you. You've both been friends for awhile, whenever Mikell needed a shoulder you were always there

-Mikell eventually decided to take all this to the next level, He's had a crush on you since about a year ago. He just never did anything because of how his life is, he didn't really want to drag you into it

-but he was a selfish man.

-and so he appeared on your doorstep knocking and waiting for you, this was probably the most he's ever been nervous.

-he wasn't even this nervous when Claire had been born and of course having the responsibility thrown onto him since he was the eldest.

-when you opened the door looking up at him, he couldn't even think of any words. You were in your PJs and so was he, hell he had decided to confess to you in the middle of the damn night

-his confession didn't have any words, he leaned into you and kissed you immediately.

-you of course kissed back, which led to one of his arms wrapped around your back and him kicking the door closed ;)

Dating

-after that night you two started seeing each other, you'd come over to the Ambrose ranch often and even sometimes help with his siblings

-you knew about his family problems and you of course wanted to help your partner in any way you could

-he'd try to not over stress you though, so he'd just ask you to do simple things like 'hey babe can you go to the store for me' or 'honey can you help Jack with his homework?'

-he loves to sit on the couch with you, beer in one hand and his arm around your shoulder as you both watch something. Sometimes his siblings may watch something with y'all..it almost looked like a lil family

-and that's something Mikell definitely craved, a normal family where he could come home from work and not have to worry about what illegal trouble Jack got into or worry about his siblings becoming anomalies.

-he loves when you stay over, he likes having you in his arms when he sleeps. Sadly he cannot stay over at your place but every once in a blue moon due to just how his siblings are.

-He's a 'bastard' but he really is the glue that holds his family together.

Proposal

-you both are 21 now finally, you've been dating for a couple years. You've both seen a lot of shit together and Mikell has finally decided you two should become..more.

-with his new job and everything he was able to afford a pretty good ring for you, and he took you out to a pretty nice place way out of his comfort zone

-he was pretty awkward during the date and uh sweaty

-he wasn't the type to hide anything or shit like that so he just grabbed your hand, put the ring in it and bluntly asked "marry me"

-and of course you said yes <33

Marriage

-He went all out with the wedding, again thanks to his salary he was able to do so. Sadly no one on his side came to his wedding which he was pretty..upset about

-but he still went on with the wedding, the chairs in his side were all mainly empty except for a couple which were filled by his friends

-the wedding was actually really nice, he had it at the ranch him and his friends setting everything up

-he was a liiiil nervous but when he saw you all his worries flooded away

-you two said 'I do' and kissed rehehhe

Having a kid

-of course the next thing that happened in y'alls life was having a kid

-whether you carried the kid or some sort of surrogacy/adoption was put in place is up to you

-if you were pregnant he tried his best to be super attentive and caring towards you, sadly his job usually kept him away for days and even weeks at a time

-but he did try his best to be there, he really did. He'd come back with lil surprises for you (which he totally didn't steal from his targets homes)

-and once lil David was born, he wasn't there for the birth. Your birth was a lil early, and you had to be under for an emergency C-section

-but once you woke up there was Mikell sitting in a chair, one arm crossed over the other, a lil rag over his shoulder as he held your baby boy in his arms staring down at him

-when he noticed you awake he smiled at you "mornin' darlin'.." He got up before walking over and bending down so he could hand off David to you "sorry for not being there..but i'm here now" and he kissed the side of your temple as lil David cooed

-if you two adopted or went through a surrogate he'd again try to he there for the process at least

-and similar to the pregnancy situation he'd probably not be there when you get the kid, but he'd be at home once you get back with lil David

-he'd be holding a bag of toys and clothes he totally didn't steal for the baby as a 'sorry'

Parenthood

-Similar to you and him going through the process of having a kid he wasn't really there much

-which he definitely regrets, he tries to be there for important events like birthday parties and school events

-but his job keeps him away, once he becomes an 05 though he's able to be home more often

-but life as a hand sinister has definitely changed him..

-He's become more distant as a father and a partner, but again he does try his best to be a good father and partner

-you notice his changes and try to help him but he just pushes you and the kids away

-sadly though the Ambrose curse comes to wreck you all, your family eventually falls apart..but at least he has you..right?

Hope you enjoyed rehehehe

as always requests open!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #scp mikell bright x reader #o5 6 #scp mikell bright #mikell bright

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katielovably · 2 months

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Tord knocked again louder. (Tom said, "It must have been the game." I'll show you, Jehovah Witnesses) This time, it was Matt who was sent to get the door.

The door opened again, the ginger looked at him, then led back.

Tord!... Right? He said.

No, those knocks are just your image. Tom said.

Am I allowed in, Matt? Tord said, seeing the zombies slowly coming closer.

No. Tom said.

Of course! Matt said, stepping aside.

Tord closed the door and locked it as sounds of thumps against the door.

Uh, what was that? Oh, great, you let in the commie. Tom said, looking up, the two then glaring at the other.

Tord! What are you doing here.Edd said, hugging him, making him fall back slightly against the door.

Oof! TJ complained, getting sandwiched between the door and his "father's" body (authors note: i like to picture the squeaky toy squeak when he hit the door.

I was in the area, so i decided to check up on you. Tord said, hugging Edd back, missing him the most. He was the glue who kept this group together. He got a smack from him as he was hugging his good

Ow. He complained, leaning off the door. The monkey got off his back and folded his arms

You're a pain sometimes. Now you have to obey. Tord said in Norwegian TJ, sticking his tongue out, giving Tord the finger.

Edd, Matt, Tom. This is TJ. My son. He said in English, helping take TJ's jacket and shoes off.

Ha, you hooked up with a girl and made a kid! Tom said.

Tom, be nice. Edd said as Tord hung up both jackets glaring over his shoulder. He had missed his friends but not Tom when he's like this... I wouldn't be surprised if he was drunk.

Um... no, TJ is one of my clones from when we were all cloned, that were turned into a baby who I say he's my son. Tord said, embarrassed.

Tom burst laughing. You can't even make a kid properly! Tom said, laughing.

I'm going to... Tord patted around his belt, where his handgun should now be considered before looking to TJ, holding it safely.

Ah! Baby with a gun! Tom said, seeing TJ with the gun.

I'm 3, not a baby, you buffoon. TJ said in broken English (from speaking Norwegian most of the time) .

Did I mention he knows how to use that? Tord purred, enjoying seeing Tom almost shitting himself as he sat in the armchair.

Tord! Edd snapped after trying to get their attention, TJ paddling up and giving the weapon to him before it went where only Edd can reach.

Good, TJ. Edd said.

Suck up. Tord said in Norwegian again, getting raspberries blown at him before TJ disappeared somehow in the house (probably for Tord"s old room to sleep)

Tord, you weren't actually going to shoot Tom. Edd said.

It's a bb gun, Edd. Tord said (lie) besides, We're great pals, Edd. Tord said in English

Not while you're in the room. Tord said in Norwegian before TJ reappeared before him and kicked him in the shin before.

I recommend not leaving them alone. TJ said to Edd before disappearing again.

What a strange kid. Matt said.

He has two sets of memories, mine and his own, and hates me as much as Tom does. But he also has his good aspects whereTom doesn't. Tord said.

Screw you, asshole. Tom said

He kicked you in the shin. Are you ok? Matt said.

Ah! Fuck, it hurts! Tord said in English before showing he was wearing a shin guard before hiding it again as they sat.

I'm getting a drink want anything. Tom said.

COLA! Edd said.

I'm pretty sure the three-year-old could have Por... TJ padded up with four drinks catering to each of them. Before getting a blue water bottle from his backpack (TJ brought in), plopping on the floor... with a Hentai manga making Tord sigh.

Yup, that's your son. Tom said drunkenly from bottle of Smirnoff.

They talked about their adventures. Tord liked their adventures. They were fun. They were fun to have adventures with.

I wish I could have been with you. Those sound really fun. Tord said softly.

I mean you have your own adventures. We read your letters. Besides your doing what you love. Edd said.

Raising a mini version of yourself. Tom said, TJ looking up and glared

Wait, you said TJ is a clone... how many clones are there? Matt said.

I don't. Edd found a Tom in glass recycling... then we forgot about him wonder what he's doing. I released some rejected clones... mostly Toms and Matt. My Tom, Matt and Edd are in the children tv show. I'm surprised Tom didn't kill them or drunk off his ass... he probably is, drunken ass. Oh, and a Tord with Tom's eyes I renamed Odin because it was getting confusing and I felt bad for Edd. Oh, and the asshole who almost killed Edd, I trapped in a theater but we saw walking away and now shooting Zombies, Tord! TJ said standing on hiending in Tord's face with Tord looked unfazed.

Get out of my face, TJ. Tord said.

No, I blame you. TJ said before he got placed on the floor glaring before the theme song for the children came on making him gasp and plant himself in front of the Telly.

YAY! Matt and Tom said

Edd? He said seeing the brown hair wearing a green shirt and gray pants.

Yes? Edd said getting ignored by the

TJ stood before the Telly taking it all in.

Tord scooped up the child so Tom and Matt could watch.

Something is wrong. Edd acting off and he's trying to tell something. TJ said getting a pad and pen, writing it out at Tord's feet as Ringo appeared trying to figure out what Tord brought into its home.

Hi Ringo. TJ said gently petting Edd's cat who was soon rubbing against and purring on his lap. TJ laughing as the cat rubbed against him, hugging the cat slightly before she went and sat on Edd's lap

Tord smiled at his boy.

Zip it. TJ said.

Your adorable. Tord said.

TJ glared at him before yawning and going asleep on him.

You can stay with us. Edd's old room is available if you want to stay. Edd said Tom giving him a look of "pay back, commie." (Karmas a bitch).

Wait... I would go check your room, Tom If TJ was in there. Tord said.

I didn't do anything. TJ said sleepily.

Liar. Tom said getting up and going to his room with Tord following carrying TJ. Watching Tom almost rip his room appart.

You didn't do anything, did you? Tord said

No. TJ said with a yawn Tord noticed the house is completely surrounded by Zombies.

Um, Edd? Is it alright that TJ stay the night. We won't be a bother. Tord said.

Your already a bother.... why are just... Tord was shoved out the doorway and shut the door.

I'm glad I put chilly powder in his underwear. TJ muttered.

What? Tom called.

TJ needs to go to the bathroom. Night, Tom. Tord said.

I actually do put me down. TJ whispered.

Tord did so watching the five-year-old paddle away.

Tord got TJ's bag. He's is in the car. Nope, not going to risk it.

Tord opened the door to Tom's room.

Now what? Tom said looking up at Tord looking at the ceiling before hoping, pushing up a tile in the ceiling making a bag falling at his feet.

Really? What else did you hide? Tom said as Tord Thought then moved four steps to the right and really jumped pushing the the tile Really hard making a sleeping bag fall.

What? Why? This was your room! You had a bed! Tom said.

Night, Tom. Tord said taking the bag and sleeping bag.

What is wrong with you? Tom said as TJ past the door.

Tord, your cell is ringing. Edd said holding it to him.

Ah, thank you, Edd. Tord said and answered.

It was his wife wondering where he and TJ went. He explained everything to her even let her talk to TJ before getting it back... and back tracking getting a charger, new toothbrush and toothpaste (toothpaste doesn't go bad, right?) from behind a poster that Tord was surprised Tom kept up.

Really! Tom said.

Bye, Thomas. Tord purred walking away Tord feeling Tom kick his back making him fall to the floor.

Oof. Tord said but grabbed Tom's ankle bring him down.

They're at it again. Matt said from hallway as they faught.

Edd sighed, something never change.

Tord pinned down Tom.

1023 to 50. Tord purred as Tom growled and head bunting Tord so he was free.

Get off! Tom said.

Ow. Tord said complained as Tom standing up.

So who phoned? Edd said.

Hu, oh Neleta. Just checking to see where her boy went. Tord said ruffling TJ's hair.

Hey! The child said swatting at his hand.

Corporal Larson. Come in Corporal. He heard from his radio, lieutenant Sørensen say in Norwegian.

Yes, Lieutenant. He said (in Norwegian).

You wouldn't mind watching what's going on there do you. Lieutenant said

No, I don't mind. Those three seemed... eh, off so I want to monitor while take down the zombies to help. Besides I have friends here I want to visit with. Tord said.

Don't get to comfortable, Corporal... oh, I got news that a helicopters will come to to take the plane we found to be Analyze. We might need you on site. Lieutenant Sørensen said.

Will do. Tell the men to call me with details. Tord said TJ in front of him listening curiosity.

Will TJ be ok? We can have someone pick him up tomorrow morning. Lieutenant Sørensen said.

No, I want to watch them tak the plane! TJ said, Tord holding the button so the lieutenant could hear.

TJ, you should be in bed! It's pass midnight. The lieutenant said making the 3 year old scurried into their "room" and laid in the sleeping bed.

I didn't mean to wake him, Tord. I will let you both go to bed. Good night, Corporal Larson. Lieutenant Sørensen said.

See you at base. Good night, Lieutenant Sørensen. Tord said and put the radio on his belt as TJ paddled by with his toothbrush and kid toothpaste.

You talk so fast when you talk to them. Matt said.

English is my second language, Matt... does toothpaste expire because I left this when I left. Tord said.

WHAT!? That has not been in the wall since you left. Tom said appearing at Tord's side, Tord looking down at him.

I forgot how small you were, Tom. Tord said softly.

I'm not short. Tom said.

TJ's up to your hip and he's three. Tord said.

He is not. Tom said. Tord gestured to TJ at Tom's side eagerly.

Tord, look I lost a tooth. TJ said holding it up.

Oh, wow. That's awesome, TJ. Tord said.

I'm going to do a trade. You'll get the tooth and I'll tell, Neleta. Ok. Here you go. He said putting the little tooth in his palm.

Hum, hu? Tord said looking at it as TJ got his cellphone shutting the door.

Hu, what just happened. Tord said looking at the tooth as Edd provided a prescription bottle that was his. He put the tooth in.

TJ appeared

Want this? Tord said.

Tord, I know there's no such thing as the tooth fairy. TJ said before disappearing again in to the room.

The three looked at him.

I'm as surprised as you are. If santa and Zanta is real, the tooth fairy must. Tord said as TJ appeared.

I forgot mommy says to put it in my bag so I will be taking the tooth. TJ said walking up to Tord.

Mommy? They said.

Yeah, Neleta. Mommy. I'll be taking that, Tord. TJ said taking the pill bottle.

Hang on, why is mommy and Tord. Edd said.

One: Tord is easier to say (he said her name twice) . Two: I came from a hair from him. He's not my dad and the other Tord clones are my my brothers. Now I need to sleep. I'm tired. TJ said paddling away

Good night. They said, TJ waved bye-bye and shutting the door.

Yep, that's your kid. Strange as... Tord grabbed Tom's collar.

Don't finish that. Tord said.

Ok... this feels like the time I your Hentai collection.Tom said.

Oh right. I want that back. Tord said releasing Tom making it fall backwards.

Like I said, how are you a soldier? TJ said going before Tord.

TJ, go to bed. Tord sighed.

It's a sleep bag. TJ said.

Go. Tord said.

The toddler grumbling as he walked back into the room.

We should all probably go to bed too. Edd said.

Yes. You should! TJ said.

Tord, you can use Tom's toothpaste. Edd said throwing out the three year old toothpaste.

Really. Tom said

Tom, be nice. Edd said.

When are you leaving? Tom said.

Tomorrow. I technically have a hotel room but I'm... well, nice seeing you. It's been swell. Tom said Tord managed to stopped himself ending in the two pushing against the other until Tom fell back with Tord coming down with him, catching himself last minute in a push-up position over Tom.

Cut it out and go to clean up the mess in your room and go to bed. Tord said, tired and now feed up. In the position he was in, Tom gulped and nodded before Tord pushed himself up before helping Tom up.

They went to bed in silence, Tom cleaned up the mess he made looking for what TJ (he didn't but he will 😈) Tord thought he would have a hard time in Tom's old room but the moment his head hit the pillow he was out.

(3 of????)

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Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 7 SPOILERS

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER FREE discussion post for “Echo - Carl’s Sunday-2 Electric Boogaloo???”

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We open this section with Jenna on the scene, having just struck Carl with a stool

Jenna ignores the ram she had just knocked over the head and explains she stumbled into the house looking for Tj and that things have been crazy after Carl and Chase left the lake... About Tj seeing Sydney among Leo acting strange. She continues that something is happening to everyone, mentioning gunshots from main-street. The trio explains that things aren’t much better here either. Really dying for the reverse Carl-Route fic with Tj, Flynn, and Leo

This is the really only ‘Silent Hill’ type route, where the party is trapped in a nightmare dimension while all other routes deal with experiencing the Hysteria. This initially disappointed me on my first play-through, because I got hooked on the Silent Hill aspect. We do get more, with the horrors generating themselves mostly as these the subconscious nightmares of the characters, but this is the only time it’s front and center. It’s definitely more in-line with Cosmic Horror nature of the Entity to do it the other way, but at least one more nightmare route would have been appreciated. Good fanfic space where we can throw out themes because the game did the themes though!

Raven opens the newly unlocked door, and the group all pass out. Chase awakens to Raven calling out for Chase and Carl, reminiscent of events of the kitchen. Chase hobbles downstairs in a new location, to find Jenna and Carl in front of wardrobe containing a screaming Raven. Raven is let out and the group determines they’re in a log cabin of some kind.

I think this is where Raven works the best in the narrative. They need someone a little dumb and someone a little detached from the horrors other than Chase to help ground things (As well as giving Jenna SOMEONE to talk to). Also is this a ‘Raven in the closet’ joke??? He’s obviously a LITTLE fruity, at least how he acts/responds. Maybe he’s just metro-sexual.

Chase peers out of a window for the source of beating drums and sees a large bonfire some ways from the cabin. The group see ‘something’ moving outside and resolve to find more evidence as Neutral kicks in, relaxing the mood. The group split up to look, with Chase commenting on Carl’s possession condition.

I was initially upset by the ending of the route where Carl and Chase don’t end up together, but seeing lines like this so before the ‘climax’ makes it make a lot more sense in full context. Carl was truly mostly gone.

The music cuts as Chase dwells on the feeling of being watched… From the lines “I hold still, then lean back, tiling my ear towards the sound,” a twenty second timer kicks in before playing ‘Bent’, an unsettling piece, accented by the ‘something’ from earlier presumably rustling around just outside the cabin. The ‘something’ appears in the window to Chase, Chase’s body freezing upon seeing it. An unknown voice commands it to stop, something from INSIDE the cabin.

My best interruption is that this is ANOTHER Echo/Ghost of John Begay. With James I being the voice over Chase’s shoulder. Which leaves us with maybe three? The one possessing Jenna, the Smoke Monster, and now this fox. The spirits are also more ghost-like (white and appearing over shoulders). Definitely something I’m looking forward to getting some more concrete answers to in either TSR or a potential rewrite. (As this ‘entity is dropped too... unless it’s supposed to be the shadow monster from the next part too? And it’s just taking different forms to spook people??)

The creature cackles in response, replaying the cackling sound from earlier in the route. The rest of the group rush down stairs as Chase is finally able to scream. Carl badgers Chase for information on what he saw, only for the conversation to be interrupted by Raven finding a newspaper clip. The newspaper catches fire only after Raven is able to read a single line

Carl and Jenna argue about the burned paper, attacking and defending Raven over igniting it with a candle on accident respectfully. The group end up searching for a few hours and decide to sleep on different floors for the ‘evening’. Chase comments that all of Carl’s mannerisms are different and the two settle into bed together to sleep. Carl embraces Chase, pulling the otter into him. Chase has trouble falling asleep, and after doing so, explores downstairs to find water after waking. Chase finds Raven asleep, and a convenient cup of water on the table.

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mmhhh... buppy <3

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He takes a sip only to spit out a foul liquid. A loud sound scares Chase and he goes into the adjoining room to investigate. The wardrobe Raven was trapped in early starts to shake.

Black tendrils from the wardrobe make the shape of hands and feet, before the wardrobe opens violently, followed by a black creature from within attacking Chase. Chase suffocates as the creature engulfs him… Chase wakes up from a nightmare, only to see Carl over him in bed.

We also see this kind of creature in another game doing something very ... similar. It feels at least especially inspired by this line too...

EXCELLENT use of nightmare setup. We’re already conditioned to just accept whatever weird thing is happening, and with the layers of nightmares already seen, it fits in while still being ‘explained.’ Also was the liquid in the cup this route’s piss joke?

I had completely misread this scene wrong the first time. I thought Carl/James I was shaking Chase awake/drove off the monster... but it does sound like he was trying to ‘mount’ Chase in his sleep and the weight on top of him caused his sleep paralysis nightmare...

Jenna barges into the room as “Anger” begins to play. Jenna tackles Carl out of bed and starts to beat on Carl who is now on the floor. Chase notices a shadow making Jenna appear larger… only for Chase to notice the same kind of shadow around Carl. Raven shows up to drag Jenna away from the scene. He questions her and she responds:

The forms of the shadows disappear, and Chase helps Carl up.

Neutral comes back in as the two talk and have a serious talk about ‘them’. Intimate plays as the two discuss what’s going on, asking how much of James influenced the ram.

(Hi, as soon as Silent Echoes is wrapped up, I’m going to be entering my Carl Brain-Rot era after replying this scene)

This is where the Route splits into two branching narratives. For the purpose of this Book Club, we will be selecting ‘Fight it.’ We will cover ‘Let it help us.’ at a different time! In my opinion this was the ‘harder’ route split option to choose ‘correctly’. They really did make Carl to be a bit inept, and I was on the bamboozle train that John was the child abuser not James I (which after a scene in TSR, maybe they both are????)

Chase doesn’t trust the entity and tells Carl to fight it.

‘We ARE in this together’... the ship that only sails when Carl has the pedo-ghost... truly fucking tragic these two idiots don’t ever talk to each other otherwise because they make such a good/cute pair when they do.

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🐺 🪢 ......... I like to think this was on purpose

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Chase awakens to Carl spooning him, and the two let themselves enjoy the moment.

They eventually remember the spooky hell dimension they’re in after being a little to loud.

Personal Note: BOOOOOO, GET BACK TO THE BED AND STOP THINKING. Also this frumpy, bloodied up Carl sprite is TOP FUCKING TIER

Chase heads downstairs to resume the search…

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And that wraps our reading for this week. Despite the ‘length’ of this section, not much happens. The new setting is certainly interesting and Jenna and Carl’s worsening conditions sure are interesting.

Next week will be our longest one, approximately double the length of previous weeks. There’s a fail state on the next choice, so make sure to save in case you don’t remember/want to reread the death scene yourself. It’s not very long but I’ll be sure to cover it!

This will be the end of Carl’s Route. Be on the look out for a poll about the branching narrative option!

Remember, this is the spoiler version, Spoiler Free Version HERE

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