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roosterforme · 7 months

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The Younger Kind Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Noah were the same. The way you missed Bradley together gave you comfort but also made everything harder. In your desire to move in with them, you started to organize the attic with your things. But who would have known you could be so hurt by the ghost of something that was left behind?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Once Noah was in bed for the night, you started counting down the time until you would both be awake the next morning. It was like that every evening. And you usually ended up sitting alone on the couch with some Skittles, stressing about starting your new job and missing Bradley so much you occasionally thought you might cry.

Before he left, he told you he wasn't sure if or when he'd be able to communicate with you from the aircraft carrier. He told you he knew you were smart and strong and could handle everything without him. He promised he would be back home before you knew it. You laughed softly as you sprawled out on the couch and chewed on a purple Skittle. He didn't know what he was talking about.

Tears stung at your eyes again. He had only been gone about a week, and when Noah was asleep or at daycare, you started to dread the feeling of loneliness that you knew would come. Starting your job would help, hopefully. You should really take the time to get the rest of your stuff from your rental, not that there was much left. Just some textbooks, clothing, and kitchen gadgets. But you already decided that when Bradley got home, you would have all of your stuff here with you. You'd tell him you were completely moved in when you picked him up.

"Princess?" Noah called from the hallway, and you jumped up from the couch so quickly, Skittles went flying.

"What's wrong?" you asked, rushing to him. You scooped him up into your arms and examined his face, but he looked fine.

"When's Daddy coming home?" He buried his face against your neck and whined softly. "I miss him."

"Soon," you lied, carrying him out to the couch, accidentally smashing some Skittles into the area rug on the way. "He won't be gone very long. But we've been having a lot of fun together, right?"

You sat with him on your lap, and he nodded as you wiped a tear away. Now you couldn't tell if you missed Bradley more or if Noah did. "Yeah," he agreed, hugging you around your neck.

"Just look at us," you whispered with a soft laugh. "We're the same." You held him close as he snuggled against you. "I have an idea for tomorrow. We can go for a hike around the block and then go grocery shopping. And I have a fun treat I can make for you."

"Ants on logs?" he asked with a yawn.

"Even more exciting. I'll make you some peanut butter snails."

Noah nodded without any further questions, and soon he was sound asleep with his chubby cheek pressed to your shoulder. His soft, even breathing and the little puffs of his breath against your skin made you feel a lot better, and you held him on the couch for a long time.

The next morning, it felt like you had barely slept when your alarm went off to wake you up so you could take Noah to daycare. Mornings were a lot easier when Bradley was home and you didn't have to worry about doing everything by yourself.

"Let's get you dressed," you muttered, yanking Noah's shirt on and pulling it into place. "And brush your teeth," you added, hauling him into the bathroom. You managed to brush your teeth as well, and while he ate some fruit and cereal, you got dressed in Bradley's gray sweatpants and an old shirt of his.

You looked like a mess, but you also knew that you'd be late for dropoff if you took too much longer. Since you'd been driving the Bronco around all week, you took Noah by the hand and led him outside and into the backseat. You liked driving it, and it smelled like Bradley. His favorite radio station came on when you turned the key in the ignition, and you hummed along to oldies as you drove down your street. Your street.

Oh. Well that was a thought. You really hadn't considered the street with your little rental as your home in a while. You'd hardly been there at all for the past few months. And now the urge to sell your few pieces of furniture and call your landlord about your lease was making you excited.

"What are peanut butter snails?" Noah asked from the back as you pulled into the daycare parking lot.

"Hey, I thought you fell asleep last night when I mentioned those!" you said, tickling him as you scooped him out of his carseat. "They are made out of apples, and you're going to absolutely love them."

When you carried him inside, there was a girl your age who you'd never seen before working at the checkin area. "Hey, Noah," she said sweetly as she appraised you. "Where's your daddy? I was hoping to see him."

You smirked at her, fighting the urge to laugh. You wondered if this girl tried to flirt with Bradley when he walked Noah in. Maybe she thought his charming old man tendency of writing checks to the daycare was cute. You wondered how long she'd had an obvious crush on him, because she looked pretty damn annoyed to see you here today.

Oh, the things that came to your mind about your boyfriend as you stood there were absolutely indecent. If he knew this girl had a crush on him, he'd probably try to laugh it off before fucking you into the mattress after Noah went to sleep for the night.

You were weighing your words carefully, trying to decide how to respond when Noah said, "This is my babysitter. She sleeps in my Daddy's bed. And she calls him Daddy, too!" His smile was bright as he slung his arms around your neck and hugged you.

A startled laugh escaped your lips, and the girl in front of you abruptly stopped grinning. "Oh. Well, that's nice," she mumbled.

"It is," you agreed. "It's very nice. Have a great day, Noah." You kissed him goodbye and let him walk into the playroom.

When the other girl picked up a clipboard and handed it to you to sign, she said, "I'm just used to Lieutenant Bradshaw in the morning."

"Mmm," you hummed as you signed your name next on the line that said Noah Bradshaw. "And I'm used to him all day long."

This time she scowled. "Don't forget, you'll need to be on the list and have your photo ID to sign him out later."

You bestowed your kindest smile on her. "Perfect. See you this afternoon."

And then you swung by your rental on your way back home.

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Every day was the same on the aircraft carrier, and there were no days off. Lectures and flight training were pretty much it. Bradley had no idea how things were going at home, and he hadn't had the opportunity to talk to you at all. A few short emails had been exchanged, in which he'd been able to make sure you and Noah were okay, but that was the extent of things.

He didn't have any friends on this deployment, and he didn't really feel like making any either. The other aviators were all from Lemoore and seemed chummy with each other. His bunkmate, Carl, was usually out of the room, too. It didn't matter though, he just spent his free time working out and looking at the collection of polaroids you packed in his bag along with a note.

Daddy,

I love this old camera I found in your attic. I'd love it even more if you were the one taking the photos instead of me. When you get home, maybe I can model for you? Let you take some new photos before you fuck me?

I love you,

Princess

Bradley groaned every time he took the note out and read it. Things were so bad at times, he started to get hard just looking at your handwriting. And then he'd think about you, posing for him in some of your cute underwear or nothing at all. And then he'd spread the photos out on his bunk, unzip his uniform pants and take matters into his own hands.

One night after dinner, he intended to go to the gym, but he ended up here again, next to his bunk with his pants unzipped. "Fuck," he grunted, holding the photo of you that he favored the most. You were laying in his four poster bed, and he could see your purple crown hanging from one of the corners. Your pretty tits were on display, and your hand was tastefully covering your pussy. But he already knew how every inch of you looked and tasted and smelled, and he loved using his imagination.

He jerked off thinking about how he was going to make you squirt on his face as soon as he got back home. He thought about the way you gripped him so tight when he was fucking you from behind. And he looked at that photo and the sweet, faux innocence on your face. "Come on, baby," he groaned, stroking himself faster now.

Then he heard a key in the door, and he shouted, "Shit! Wait a minute!"

He came in his own hand and on the undershirt that was on his bed. It felt so fucking good to get off, but now he was scrambling to clean everything up. Fucking Carl, that fucking asshole. Bradley hastily put his photos away and dumped the undershirt in with the rest of his dirty clothes. He would have to work on his laundry tomorrow anyway.

His cheeks felt flushed and he was uncomfortable as he zipped up his pants, but he forced himself to open the door and face Carl. "Hey," Bradley grunted, letting the other man inside. "I'm heading out."

"Cool," Carl returned with a smirk. Bradley slipped past him and went to walk a lap around the ship, hoping the mixed feeling of embarrassment and arousal would dissipate soon.

Just a few more weeks of this. Hopefully.

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Tomorrow was your first day of work, and you were so ready to go. But you decided to use this last day to really get organized. Noah was at daycare, and you had a plethora of fruit and vegetables lined up on the counter along with raisins and some peanut butter. You and he were going to spend the whole evening making different animals out of the food. You even bought some celery, although you had your doubts that Noah would eat it.

But for now, you were shuttling your textbooks all neatly organized in crates up to the attic. After a few trips, you were sweating a lot. You left your water downstairs, so you just decided to chill for a minute next to one of the boxes of Noah's baby items. You'd spend so much time cleaning and organizing the mess up here, you'd probably be able to locate things faster than Bradley could.

"Adorable," you whispered as you opened the box and pulled out some baby clothes. There was a onesie with an airplane print, and pajamas that said I Love Daddy. Actually, most of the tiny clothing had an aviation theme or gave a shout out to dad. Bradley must have purged everything else, and that thought made you smile. There were some photo albums that you flipped through that made you squeal with delight.

Baby Noah was even chubbier and cuter than you could have imagined. Now you were curious if there were any baby photos of Bradley around. If you and he had a child together, would they be as sweet and cute as Noah? Your mind was swirling with the possibilities as you dug deeper. There was another small photo album, Noah's first birthday shirt, and a soft blanket. All that was left in the bottom of the box was a rattle that was shaped like a puppy and two USB flash drives.

You shook the rattle a few times before tossing it back inside the box, and when you stood to go back downstairs and get your water, you took the USB drives with you. Now that all of your textbooks and other random things were tucked away in the front corner of the attic, you took a minute to make a sandwich.

Convinced the blue and yellow flash drives had more cute Noah photos on them, you turned on Bradley's laptop while you ate lunch at the kitchen table. Once it booted up, you selected the yellow one and inserted it. And you were right. There were hundreds of photos here, all organized into folders. You knew Bradley must have taken the time to do this, although there were a handful of pictures that had Meredith in them.

You cringed when you looked at her. She didn't even look as excited for tiny, sweet Noah as Bradley did. Because in every single image you scrolled through, Bradley's face was lit up by a huge smile. He was impossibly handsome, and he clearly loved being a dad.

You knew he wanted another baby while Noah was still young. He wasn't shy about telling you that. You wanted it, too. It was hard not to think about raising Noah together along with another little one. Bradley wanted to spoil you and Noah both, and he did so at every opportunity you gave him. A credit card, access to his whole house, free reign to do whatever you wanted. He even offered to help you pay back your student loans. But you were just starting out in your career now, and maybe it wasn't the right time.

But you could still picture a baby here with the three of you so easily, and you loved thinking about it. The idea lingered as you removed the yellow USB drive and replaced it with the blue one. This time you found a video and a collection of photos. The first image made your stomach turn. It was a selfie of Meredith with Bradley's arm around her that must have been at least five years old. Bradley looked younger, the touch of wrinkles around his eyes and mouth was missing. But he looked happy. And you couldn't help yourself. You opened another photo thumbnail.

You gasped. Bradley must have taken this one. Meredith sprawled out in the bed you now slept in. She was naked and touching herself, looking right at the camera. Looking right at you. Her fingers were on her breast and closely trimmed pubic hair. She was stunning. Older. She looked more comfortable in her skin than you thought you ever could. She looked confident, and you felt jealous and sick and upset.

But you clicked on the icon for the video anyway.

Of course the volume on the laptop was turned way up since you'd never bothered to lower it after listening to music yesterday. So you got to hear loud and clear all those noises you were so used to from Bradley. But it was Meredith making him feel good. Not you.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned in the video, adjusting the camera to show Meredith in bed with her lips wrapped around his cock. You could see the pleasure on his face before the camera turned back to her, and she looked all too happy to be sucking him off.

She giggled, and it sounded revolting. Your stomach churned as she whispered, "Do you like it? Does it feel so good?"

You covered your mouth with both hands as you made a pathetic noise. Because Bradley in the video was all perfect, flexing muscles and beautiful scars as he propped the phone up and pushed Meredith onto her back. You wanted to close the computer or break it in half, but you couldn't remove your fingers from your mouth. You watched Bradley fuck Meredith, her back arched as he wrapped his hands around her waist. You watched his body that you knew so well bring her pleasure.

He leaned down to kiss her, and she gripped his biceps until it looked like she was going to break his skin with her nails. "Bradley," she whined, and you thought you were going to be sick right here.

Then Bradley fucked her harder and grunted, "Oh, Babe. I love you."

Bile was rising up to your throat as you finally yanked the USB drive from the computer and let it clatter to the floor. And you barely made it to the toilet before you threw up your sandwich.

You were shaking as you curled up on the cold tile floor. It felt good against the burn of your skin and your hot embarrassment. That wasn't meant for you, and you knew it. You had every opportunity to turn it off, but you didn't. Meredith was sexy and sophisticated looking, and even though you knew that happened years ago, you had nothing to compare it to. You felt like a little kid right now, with only your previous relationship with Greyson to show for yourself.

And all you could see in your mind was Bradley fucking Meredith and telling her he loved her. She left him and Noah in the dust, and then she tried to take Noah away from him. But he had actually at one time loved her.

An hour later, you took your photo ID in with you to pick Noah up, but the girl from earlier wasn't there. An older woman matched up the name on your driver's license with her list, and then she brought Noah out to you. The sick feeling from earlier persisted, and you were hoping that as soon as you saw Noah, it would start to get better. But it got worse, and tears stung your eyes.

"Hey, sweet Noah," you whispered as he made a beeline for your open arms, and you held him because you knew that's what he expected. He only knew love from you, and you never wanted that to change. You never wanted to be like Meredith.

But intrusive thoughts took over your mind as you drove him home to all of the produce on the kitchen counter. You turned the apples into snails and the bananas into boats, and Noah even tried some celery as he laughed. You tried to put on a playlist to keep your mind at ease, but you couldn't help it. You could still picture the video. And you should have known Bradley and Meredith used to be in love, but the idea never really stuck in your mind until you heard him say it.

You were standing there feeling like a knockoff version of what Bradley really wanted when Noah turned and looked up at you from the stool he was standing on. "Want one?" he asked, handing you an apple wedge covered in peanut butter and some coconut flakes.

"Thanks," you whispered, kissing the top of his head as you took the apple and nibbled on it.

But he was still looking up at you with his big, curious brown eyes. "Are you my mommy now?"

You fumbled the apple slice and it landed on the counter. Your lips parted wordlessly, but he was waiting for an answer. This child literally had no mother at all. Not anymore. But you wanted more than anything to become his mom. You already loved him, and taking care of him was one of the highlights of your day.

"Hopefully someday," you whispered, "because I love you, Noah."

He picked up the apple and handed it to you once more. "I know. And I want you to be my mommy."

You couldn't get another word out as you chewed up the apple and tried not to cry, so you just hugged him tight.

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Bradley hated being away from home now that you were there. If this is how deployments were going to be if you and he married or had another kid, he didn't know how he was going to manage it. He felt a little on edge. If he were home, he'd put Noah in bed and share a bottle of wine and some Skittles with you on the couch.

You always tried to tell him which flavor of the candy went with which type of wine. As he walked back to his bunk from the gym, he could practically hear you telling him that red Skittles went with merlot. He couldn't remember if you said yellow went with chardonnay or pinot grigio, but he was certain that purple went with pinot noir. He fucking missed you so much. Just you and Noah, on his mind, all the time.

He would go back to his bunk, get his polaroids out and jerk it before he took a shower and went to bed, dreaming of your voice. After he made sure the door was locked, he spread the photos out on his bunk and untied his gym shorts. It didn't take long before he started to get hard, but then he realized his favorite photo was missing. That one of you in bed.

"The fuck?" he asked out loud, turning to look at Carl's empty bunk. There was no way. He secured his gym shorts again before rooting around in his own belongings for a few minutes. He checked under the beds and inside all of his drawers. But he came up short. He didn't really want to have to threaten Carl, but he knew he was going to have to. Because that would be beyond fucked up.

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r-anela · 2 years

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Eddie comforts you after a stressful day

Description: You had a long, hard day at work, filled a shift in another department, so you didn't have a lunch break and worked much longer than planned. All day you didn't have time to eat, so your last meal was breakfast at 6am.

Warning: a little swearing at the end

Paring: Eddie×reader

This is pure fluff

Inspired by the post from @ghosttownwherenoonegoes , here's a little scenario of how Eddie's reaction would be. I hope it's okay that I took your everyday life as inspiration for a story.

GIF is not mine, it's from @bxnnywriting

Only a few more steps until you are finally home, just around this one curve and you can see your house already. You and Eddie moved into a small house on the outskirts of town a few months ago.

It was nothing special, but it was your home and you felt at home here. You could walk to work and Eddie didn't have far to go, plus it was close to nature.

But you didn't care about that right now, you just wanted to get home, it had been one hell of a stressful day, nothing went as planned and everything went up and down. Your colleagues were nice, but you could do without some customers and all this stress.

Eddie had probably been home for a while, but his cooking skills were limited to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and mac and cheese, although you could go all out for that right now, too.

You would even be happy with a handful of raisins, and raisins were something you would normally never touch. You had already popped a piece of gum on the way home to at least calm your stomach a bit.

Finally you were standing on the small porch in front of the house, lights were on inside and you could hear Metallica muffled through the walls.

When you opened the front door Eddie came running into your arms, he had already taken off his work clothes and was wearing a faded Hellfire shirt and old sweatpants.

He didn't say anything to greet you, but just held you tightly in his arms and pulled you into the doorway, while he pushed the front door shut with one foot.

You seemed to melt in his arms, he smelled of the new shower gel you had recently bought and of Eddie. Warm and cozy, like a ray of sunshine hitting your face.

He didn't even have to ask how your day had been, apart from the fact that you had come home so late, he could see from your exhausted face and your tense shoulders that it must have been an absolute nightmare.

As you stood there your stomach began to growl unspeakably, your whole body seemed to quiver with it. Eddie took you by the hands and looked at you with those big, shining eyes, they looked concerned. "When was the last time you ate something, honey?" in his voice you could hear his concern. You hugged him again, because it seemed like all your strength would leave you otherwise, and mumbled "breakfast, this morning".

He took you by the arms and gently pushed you away from him to have a better look at you. "I was thinking something like that, that's why there are your favorite sandwiches and a coke in the kitchen, and I thought we'd order pizza afterwards? Then you can just rest on the sofa, or if you want, take a bath?"

At the thought of the sandwiches your eyes lit up and you walked with quick steps into the kitchen, dragging Eddie behind you.

Still in your jacket and shoes, with your bag over your shoulders, you now stood in the kitchen scarfing down a sandwich.

It felt like the best meal you ever had. The emptiness in your stomach slowly filled and by the time you had eaten the first sandwich your body felt much better.

Eddie was standing in the doorway all the time looking at you with eyes full of love, which you couldn't understand because you had to look like Gollum when he ate the rabbits with skin and hair.

Still chewing you started to take off your jacket, shoes and everything else and when you were done with that you dropped down on the sofa with the words "Pizza and a bath sounds absolutely fantastic".

"Do you want to talk about it or do you just want to cuddle first?" Eddie said as he laid a blanket over you and put the pizza flyer down. "Cuddle first, but prepare yourself, you'll hear all about it later".

When you ordered the pizza you just lay arm in arm on the sofa, one of Eddie's homemade cassettes playing in the background and you let the whole day fall away from you.

You played with Eddies curls which fell over your shoulders as he put his forehead on your shoulder and started to sing along softly to the music.

Even though it was only a few minutes of silence, it was these that restored your sanity.

The doorbell rang and Eddie jumped up to open it, just a few seconds later it smelled wonderfully like pizza. That smell made your stomach growl in anticipation.

Eddie carried the pizza in like a buttler and handed it to you with the words "As desired, here your pizza Margherita with extra cheese, may it be anything else?" you immediately played along and with the words "Thank you very much, that's all, you may sit down now" you asked Eddie to take a seat next to you.

You ate again in silence and when you had devoured the first pieces of pizza the tension of the day came up again in you. Still with some pizza in your mouth you started to talk "...It's like everybody out there has gone crazy, people don't even seem to have any understanding anymore, let alone any politeness. Nothing can be fast enough, nothing can be perfect enough, and you're not allowed to show any humanness as a service provider, you're supposed to function like a machine..." a big sigh escaped you and Eddie just looked at you understandingly.

"Sounds like absolute idiots if you ask me, I'd like to kick their butts" he rolled his eyes and waved his fist in the air, a fake serious look on his face. You had to laugh heartily and Eddie couldn't help it and stuck his tongue out at you and made funny faces, just so he could continue to hear your beautiful laughter.

After a relaxing bath you were lying next to Eddie in bed, he was reading from Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers and your eyes were getting heavy.

You were ready for a new day and were glad to have someone like Eddie by your side.

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cookie-arts · 8 months

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OC Introduction: Margarette Camellia Sanchez

Name: Margarette Camellia Sanchez

Birthday: December 24

Age: 20 (at the start of the game), 21 (after S1, entirety of S2, and the first half of S3), 22 (second half of S3, and entirety of S4), 25 (in Nightbringer)

Nationality: Filipino

Height: 165 cm

She is my Obey Me MC and is the most-utilized OC out of all of my OCs.

Personality:

She has a calm and composed personality, even in a stressful situation. This is due to her work environment as a pastry chef. But she also has a hidden mischievous side that often shows when she joins the Anti-Lucifer League with their antics, much to Lucifer's dismay.

She's perceptive of other people, especially when it comes to their emotions, but can be oblivious when it comes to herself. This obliviousness also applies when someone is showing romantic interest in her.

Similar to Levi, she also gets worked up whenever her interests are the topic of the conversation. She can and will talk your ear off when she gets the chance.

Introverted by nature, she cherishes her "me time" very much. She can attend social gatherings, but need some time to herself after a while to recharge.

Character lore tidbits:

Her nicknames are: Callie, Gremlin (affectionately by Lucifer), and Mani < it means 'peanut' in Filipino (her favorite food are peanuts and she used to eat half a kilogram of it when she was younger)

She likes reading and is a certified hopeless romantic.

Her main literary media are light novels and webcomics (Levi definitely approves of her choices)

She is a HUGE history, mythology, and astronomy geek!

Aside from cockroaches, she also hates the smell of garlic.

She hates it when several people asks for her help at the same time. She says it drains her energy too quickly.

Her MBTI type is INTP-T.

She owns a black cat named Pepper.

She is the middle child in a family of five.

Her older sister is a police officer and has taught her how to handle a gun (Camellia never used one even though she knew how to use a gun).

Her uncle from her father's side of the family runs a martial arts studio. He taught her judo, taekwondo, boxing, and arnis. Her favorite is arnis.

Her maternal grandmother is a known albularyo (healer) in their hometown. It is implied that the maternal side of Camellia's family are Lilith's descendants.

She can see otherworldly entities (they're usually harmless so she just ignores them)

Her hobbies are: baking, reading, and drawing.

She is a pastry chef, and she owns and runs a patisserie and café called Sweet Tooth's Haven with her classmate and bestfriend Momo Koizumi.

She's a very patient person, but rivals Lucifer and Satan when mad. (Mammon and Levi witnessed it first-hand when they got her sketchpad wet during their scuffle)

She's usually behaved but she also has a reputation for being a petty menace (the reason she's called "Gremlin" by Lucifer)

In the Timeskip AU that is still stuck in my drafts, she had twins: a boy and a girl. (One of them was summoned to Twisted Wonderland when they were 17)

She is a supportive and doting mother to her twins. She is also quite protective over them, especially when they were kids.

Q: What kind of relationship does she have with the boys?

Lucifer

They are dating!! When she first arrived at the Devildom and met him for the first time, he had piqued her interest. That interest soon developed into a small crush, then it turned into love (she needed Asmo's help to realize it though).

He was giving her the cold shoulder though, so she thought it was hopeless even if she confessed.

When she did confess before her departure at the end of S1, she was really shocked when he accepted and reciprocated her feelings. As it turns out, Lucifer thought she was interested in someone else, that's why he kept giving her the cold shoulder.

Even though they're already in an official relationship for a few years, she can't help but act like a middle schooler with a crush whenever Lucifer's around. He finds it very amusing.

Fun fact: they haven't done the deed™ yet as per Camellia's request until she was 26 (and they were already married at that time)

"What do you think of Lucifer?"

Camellia: He's amazing. He may not seem like it but he is a very caring person that treasures his family above all else. He's also very supportive, and understanding and respectful of my decisions. I'm so lucky to have him! ^^

Mammon

Her best friend and partner in crime. They are a chaos-incarnate when combined, much to Lucifer's dismay.

They are very protective with each other. Out of all the brothers (except Lucifer), the two of them have the strongest bond with each other.

"What do you think of Mammon?"

Camellia: Being his best friend is probably one of the best things that has happened to me. I can confidently say that his presence has changed my life positively. He is precious to me and that would never change. I do wish he'd stop getting in trouble every chance he gets. *sigh*

Leviathan

They get along pretty well because of their similarities in personality. They like exchanging recommendations with each other and has made it a bonding activity. Camellia often helps Levi through his social anxiety during social gatherings.

"What do you think of Leviathan?"

Camellia: Levi is an amazing person! I really love how he's so passionate about the things he likes, and I think everybody needs a little bit of that. I'm also grateful that I finally found someone who I can bond with over our favorite webcomics and light novel series. I hope he knows how awesome he is.

Satan

They also get along pretty well. He is her usual go-to whenever there's an upcoming test. They also bond over cats and go to regular cat café dates with Solomon. He knows Camellia owns a cat and is absolutely in love with Pepper (he is over the moon when he finally meets the cat).

Satan is her rambling buddy when her geek side is activated. And in turn, Satan tells her facts that she doesn't know yet and book recommendations.

"What do you think of Satan?"

Camellia: Sure, he's scary at first glance but he's a great person once you get to know him. I think his expressions when it comes to cats are quite adorable, but don't tell him I said that hehe.

Asmodeus

They did not get along at first but got closer later on. He's her fashion consultant (she has no clue when it comes to fashion lol) and her biggest hype man when it comes to her endeavors. He is also the one who helped Camellia realize her feelings towards Lucifer.

He brings her to some social events (with Mammon sometimes) so that she could experience more of the Devildom (his words). He is quite attentive of her during these events as he knows her social battery can get drained quickly. He only brings her when she agrees.

"What do you think of Asmodeus?"

Camellia: I cannot tell you enough how much I enjoy our time with each other. He is literally one of the nicest people I have met in my life. I have never met someone as supportive since I met Peachy, whom I met when I was in elementary school. I know I can rely on him and I hope he knows that he can rely on me too.

Beelzebub

Not as close as Mammon, Levi, and Satan, but they also get along well. He's her partner during workouts, and her No. 1 go-to when she needs help in general.

She occasionally bakes for him and she enjoys it. She does need his help reaching for the things in the cupboard though.

"What do you think of Beelzebub?"

Camellia: He's very nice. He may look intimidating but he's a gentle giant. Very sweet and kind, and he gives out one of the best hugs out there ^^

Belphegor

She had some trouble getting along with him after the events of Lesson 16, but she's slowly starting to open up to him again after bonding over astronomy.

"What do you think of Belphegor?"

Camellia: It's still a bit awkward around him but I know he's changed, so I'm giving him another chance. It's also nice to have someone knowledgeable about astronomy around, y'know?

Diavolo

They get along well so much so that the brothers sometimes say that they are like real siblings. They bond over things that they find interesting. Barbatos and Lucifer find the way they lit up over random things quite amusing to watch.

"What do you think of Diavolo?"

Camellia: He has this intimidating aura around him, but he's actually pretty cool to hang out with. There's never a dull moment when I'm with him. I like how he always works hard for the Devildom, and I respect him for that.

Barbatos

Camellia admires him a lot. She developed a crush of some sort towards him early on the start of the exchange program, though she never acted on it. She says the feelings she had for him at that time is akin to what a fan has for an idol.

Sometimes, she joins Luke and Barbatos's baking lessons for a chance to learn new recipes or skills. It become the highlight of her week if she does.

"What do you think of Barbatos?"

Camellia: He is so freaking amazing. Like– it's hard not to be amazed by him. He always does things so efficiently. It makes you wonder; does this man even make mistakes?? He's very nice but I definitely do NOT want to be on his bad side. Him being mad terrifies me a little.

Luke

She adores him a lot. They do a lot of baking together (sometimes joined by Barbatos and/or Simeon), and go to regularly planned outings with the other Purgatory Hall residents.

She is also protective over him, but even Luke is not safe from her teasing side, much to his chagrin.

With Simeon, the two of them tries to teach Solomon how to cook a decent and actually edible meal (there's no successful attempts yet, unfortunately).

"What do you think of Luke?"

Camellia: He is so adorable! He is like the little brother I never had!! There's just something about him that makes you wanna adopt him, y'know? It's also quite fun teasing him ehehe ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Simeon

She finds his presence soothing. They both like to dote on Luke, and he sometimes give her some life advice or stories about the brothers, which she appreciates very much.

"What do you think of Simeon?"

Camellia: He is probably one of the nicest people I know. He's like a caring older brother figure for me. He's kind of funny when it comes to technology lol. Although he is quite scary when he's angry...

Solomon

She admires him like how a younger sibling admires their older sibling. They do like to tease each other from time to time and has a competition on who can fluster who more.

"What do you think of Solomon?"

Camellia: He's a very cool and funky guy. He is quite a menace sometimes, but it's part of his charm. I do hope he gets better at cooking though. It's obvious he likes cooking for others but you know the issue about his cooking...

Final thoughts/Facts:

She is my most developed character, as she was originally a self-insert character. She has some of my personality traits and my hobbies, but I decided to make her a bit more different than me because it feels weird to have a character based on me at the moment I created her.

She is not my first OC though (that title goes to her older sister, Lillienne Hyacinth Sanchez, originally named Lillienne Cordova)

Lillienne was supposed to be my MC's name in the game but they won't accept it, and I was obsessed with camellia flowers at the time I started playing Obey Me. And that was how she was created.

She was really fun to make and I love her to bits.

I'm really happy to properly introduce her to others!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me oc #mc: camellia #MC: Margarette Camellia Sanchez #oc: margarette camellia sanchez #margarette camellia #margarette camellia sanchez #oc introduction #cookie's art/doodles

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moonclans · 2 years

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metaphorical pain but physical pleasure.

Nothing like a nauseating argument to settle you and your girlfriend into a new apartment.

Pairing: Vi/Fem!Reader.

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Angst.

Warnings: Explicit Smut, Mentions of heavy drug usage & abuse, heavy angst, suggestive prone to violence(?), slight degradation in sex (but only if you squint). This story involves a canon character in a relationship with a former 'junkie'.

Disclaimer: Reader is mid-sized and not athletic. They're implied to have a strong personality and a bit of a codependence for Violet. There’s some slight descriptions but nothing regarding phenotypical appearance. [This means no skin color, eye color, etc.] This is also Modern AU. Author’s Note: I awake from the dead to write an experimental seven k word comedy angst fic. I know from the disclaimer and warning that it sounds really morbid and depressing but I promise it's not that bad :] I would like to thank my dear friend and brilliant beta-reader,@gorgoniiiize, for helping me clean up this fic! We will back to write another arcane piece in the future!

“I'm moving to Topside.”

You took spoonfuls of your colored rice, hit with the smell of pimento and the taste of peanut-oiled shrimp. A meal this nice shouldn’t make you nauseous and yet there's a visible frown on your face that made the woman across from you sigh with exasperation.

You watched her with stuffed cheeks as she rubbed the bridge of her nose and leaned back into her chipped seat. “It’s… it’s for Powder’s school, uh, the full scholarship ride and shit.”

You swallowed your rice and shrimp as if it were sand and gravel as the woman continued. “She doesn’t want to live on-campus, though.”

“Why?”

The woman huffed, “you know why.”

You scoffed and stabbed your rice with a fork. “Well she should. It’d be good for her. Being independent on campus and stuff.”

A thought buffered in your head as you toyed with your food. “I think she’d like it. I know I miss it a little.”

“Yeah?” Your laugh is quiet and suppressed as you nod in response. “Yeah. I went through so much shit.. but, I don’t know, I felt like I was my own person there.”

Your partner chuckled lightly, “you’re your own person now.” To which you whined lightly as your pupils rolled up. “It’s different in college! It’s chaotic, stressful, liberating. It’s fucking everything.”

“I had roommates who couldn’t submit a project on time but were racing to face the nightlife. Ha!, I even—I remember trying to hide from an enforcer after a party got shut down, but I got so fucked up on some Cruzan rum buckets that I just… passed out and woke up in a graveyard…” You drawled as rice spilled from the plastic utensil between your lips.

“Seriously?”

“Then I had to break into my dorm room by smashing the window— which, for whatever reason, gets you in more shit than selling railed adderall to freshmen. They never found out ‘bout that last part, but it was a fun experience to have.”

She scoffed at you lightly. “Which part?”

“... All of it? At least the drugs were fun until they started investigations.”

You couldn’t recall a single person on campus that hadn’t sold or took drugs, but when the school needed a martyr, you were nowhere to be found. Instead, their bias always singled out someone lanky and austere, one who had people’s feet jerk any minute as their hand delved into their backpack.

Not someone who smiled with all their teeth and called professors by their first name. You had a charming air. Good for a party that ended with beer cans and chicks on the floor. Forgettable for an investigation about some drug trafficking.

It was really their fault— if they were thorough enough, they would’ve caught you in those dirty bathroom stalls, woozy over Vicodin and valium, urging a misguided youth to boof a crushed Percocet when alone.

Your girlfriend frowned until lines streaked her face, then interjected. “Powder won’t do that.”

“Maybe she should.” You spoke before you thought—something the two of you do often. Your likeness united you both until it didn't. Similarities, not differences, chafing the two of you raw.

You realized this too late, and you winced at her glare before scratching at your nape. “I’m trying to say that maybe it’s not helping if she’s at home playing Mario Kart with you, Vi.”

You waited for her to roll her eyes, give you that ‘you’re ridiculous’ scoff she loved to utter out. Instead, that glare melted into discomfort. “I meant the drugs part. Y/N don’t…” Vi preened forward and scored her tattooed hand through her hair.

You felt your stomach drop. “You don’t have to joke about that. I know you’re okay but—”

You inwardly cursed at your mistake and waved her off hastily as you felt your appetite leave you. “No. No. Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, Vi.”

A bumbling idiot who scavenged for some grace; you swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to redeem yourself under her gaze. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Yet, as always, Vi is the virtuous one and so she reached for your hand to squeeze. “I get it. It’s cool.”

You’ve long given up substances that had your mind soaring and body numb, but the ghost of addiction still lingered through your nicotine and marijuana intake. It’s not the worst, and it’s not what you used to take, so Vi withdraws any harassment.

In her mind, you’ve improved a lot and through her actions, you know she’s proud of you, but the talk of narcotics is sensitive to her ears.

Oh, but of course it is. She's the one who watched as your still body was escorted out of the room as if it were your fated funeral. Her sister is no better with her relationship to Shimmer.

“Listen, if Powder wanted to stay on campus that’s fine but… she didn’t ask me that. She wanted me close, y’know?” Vi’s words were quiet as she rubbed her thumb over the bridge of your knuckles.

Her grip on your hand tightened. “You were with her when I wasn’t and I’ll forever love you for that, but I’ve got to make it up to her now so…”

Vi had her flickers of vulnerability, but they weren’t often, neither were they welcomed by Vi herself. In fact, she had quite the pauciloquent tongue in response to questions about her past.

“So, uh, yeah. This is how I want to make it up for her.”

If she spared over three sentences, you listened. You never asked for more or little. You knew enough of them from your own experience.

“Okay. I get it.”

Vi blinked harshly, then released your hand. “Anyway, Cait found me a good apartment close to the university. It'll take Powder like thirty minutes to get there by commuting. I’ll still be-uh-coming here to Zaun, I mean work and the gym’s here so I’ve got to..” Vi bit her lip, “among other things…”

With no appetite for cold rice and seafood, you closed your carryout box, the grease of the food staining it a deep orange, “among others things?”

The pink-haired woman paused before scratching her head. A shy smile on her full lips as she shrugged. “Yeah.”

Your eyes crinkled with mirth. “Just yeah?”

“... Yeah.”

The raise of your brows and smirk on your lips is enough to burn Vi’s ears red. “So am I in on that ‘among other things’ part, or what?”

Vi caught her top lip between her teeth. “Actually, I had somewhere else in mind.”

“If I’m going to Topside, I want to go with you. As in go together.”

A pregnant beat of silence is all it took for that coy look to shatter completely. Your body stilled but your eyes widened at the gravity of her words. “You can’t be serious.” You stared at her with your mouth agape. A symphony of crackles and sizzles popped into the background of hip-whining four-beat music and idle chatter.

Vi huffed, “you think it’s surprising that I want my girlfriend to move in with me?”

It shouldn’t be. It’s reasonably the next step of your relationship and you already had a habit of staying at her place for weeks on end.

Yet, when the days and nights were long, you would often forget what she saw in you. You would only remember the rough moments of your relationship— the sleepless nights, the panic attacks that convulsed her skin, the arguments that were a phone call and a holding cell away.

You hazily recalled the shattered wall Vi printed with her fists in your apartment when she found you paralyzed and bleeding from your own inflictions.

You remembered how Jinx curled against your side on the hospital bed, clenching your hand tightly as Vi stood outside the door, brooding.

A stutter in reaction had you grab a handful of seconds to answer her. “... I think I’m surprised that you still like me enough to want me to move in.”

“Don’t be then.” She said it as if it were the only solution. “I’ve liked you for so long that I fantasized about waking up to you.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.” Vi simpered as her lips enunciated the ‘p’. The brawler’s eyes fluttered down to the ailing yellow table that she sat in front of. A half-drunken pop near her wrist, some wrappers of candy, and her heaping plate of rice, beef, seasoned vegetables and stew.

“I’ve liked you for five years, in fact. In case you’re forgetting how long we’ve known together. I’m pretty sure this is love.”

Your face burned, and you palmed a hand into your face. “Fuck, I’m-I’m lame. Yeah, I know you love me, Vi, just… give me a second.”

“Do I have to defeat all of your seven evil exes and propose in order to win your heart?” Vi chortled at the thought and you crooned at the silly reference. Your fingers splayed across your face so your eye could peek out, “you thinkin’ of proposing to me, babe?”

“Maybe,” Vi shrugged, and you felt her boot slide up your calf.

“I’ll get you something low-key first, like a promise ring.”

“Hmm.” You pouted, but your eyes drowned in joy. “A promise ring? What an enormous commitment.”

“Yeah, well. You’re worth it.”

“Even with my butt acne?”

Vi rolled her eyes, and you cackled lightly. “Yes, you freak.”

Love overcomes things. Many things, but not everything. For a period, love made you feel like one another’s heaven and hell. Every day was a chance to step away, to leave and find a love that had been less sacrificial.

During those moments, you wondered what she saw in you.

Yet whenever you were doubtful, you’d remember the afternoons camping on her couch wearing nothing but her sweatshirts for days or her playful scolding after you used her products in her bathroom. How she’d place away your battered shoes at the doorstep or the groceries you took to her place and not yours. How she melted into your touch like wax and burned against your skin so feverishly that no other heat compared.

So if you had to guess, she saw something in you that others didn’t.

Since that’s just how love works.

You loved Vi. If she ever woke up and decided to not love you unconditionally, she would still be your world. Not only was she your lover, but she was your solace, and you were convinced that if there were a thousand universes, each one of you found yourself in Vi again.

“Well, um.” A cough cleared in your throat and you swallowed its remnants. “Wherever you go, I’d follow.” Your nail trailed against the plastic box.

“You know that.”

It was through her that you were slowly chipping away at an addiction and it was through her you found a reason to live.

She was worth it and you’d make sure she knew that.

Vi said nothing, instead she moved forward and rested both of her arms on the table, then propped both arms up and beckoned you forward. Already aware of her intentions, you scooted closer and raised yourself out of your chair to place your chin in her palms.

“Thank you.” Vi whispered. “I’m really happy you said yes.”

“Mm. I know.” You murmured and peeked at her through your half-lidded eyelashes, admiring the steel gray of her irises. Vi rubbed the pad of her thumb against your cheekbone. The friction caused your eyelashes to stutter. “Kiss me?”

“I’ve been wanting to since we sat down.” Vi’s words tickled against your skin so sweetly that you laughed.

For the hundredth time in your head you said the line: “I need a smoke.”

A blunt, cigarette, hookah, vape-pen, anything that would infiltrate billowy toxins into your lungs and leave your eyes rolling up to the sky. Whatever could deteriorate the stress and irritation that ached in your knees and popped with every crack of your neck.

No more hard drugs. You made that promise to Violet years ago but your road to recovery was never a clean one. Still, it was cleaner than snorting some unpurified line on the bathroom counter of a rundown bar, less painful than knotting your arm with string and sinking a needle into your flesh, and tasted way better than a dirty little pill with an aftertaste not even absinthe could wash out.

It was also the only one Vi would begrudgingly accept. Everyone smoked, Janna knows they need it.

Smoking eased your stress, made you forget about real impending problems. When Vi wasn’t there, it was your medicine, had you sleep at night, and when you’re bored, it was there to accompany you. Vi was snarky enough to say you’d suck on a joint with more enthusiasm than you’d ever give a man’s cock. Her words rang some truth.

Without a doubt, you’d give the world to be relaxing with one than to be carrying boxes of furniture to your shared apartment. By the fifth floor, you had actually collapsed against the wall and groaned like an impaled soldier.

Everything until the actual move had been a breeze and any insecurities you had Vi ate out of you, literally, until you could only be a ball of enthusiasm as you goaded on to your friends about moving.

The hard part was actually moving. You didn’t have the supernatural strength of Vi, who could move a whole grand piano with three fingers, nor were you as athletic and fit as Powder, who was rivaling Vi in how much she could carry to their new home. You were just, well, you. An average Zaunite with knee problems in your twenties.

“Fuck,” you huffed and rubbed your face. “Okay. Okay. I can do this. This is easy and totally doesn’t weigh over ten pounds…”

However, the urge to force yourself up the steps dissipated at the sound of maniacal laughter. You stayed slumped in defeat as you heard a pattern of firm footsteps ascend the stairs. “Is my pain that fucking funny?”

Jinx snorted before offering her free hand to your defeated form. “Nope, your laziness is, but my hand’s right here to offer you my help before you guilt trip my sister into carrying the rest of the furniture.” You grabbed the smaller girl’s hand and hoisted yourself up.

“What’s the point of having a girlfriend if she won’t do your dirty work?”

“If you want a mom, just say that.” Jinx rolled her eyes and whipped a braid off her shoulder before squatting to grab one side of the box. You went to the other side to carry, “Vi is my mommy.” “Shut up.”

“She is!”

Jinx grimaced as you two waddled the box down the hallway. “You don’t actually call her that, right?… Right?”

“I’ll call her anything she wants if it means I don’t have to move these fucking boxes.”

If there was someone more acquainted with your bouts of laziness, it was Jinx.

You were the reason Jinx and Vi could even reach one another when Vi was still punching through concrete cell walls and Jinx was tinkering with bombs and gadgets in her adoptive father’s home. You knew Jinx because of your irresponsible use of shimmer and you knew Vi through the many misdemeanors that locked you up for some nights. The older Jinx got, the more time she spent in your old dingy apartment. You remember asking her why she always came over and she looked at you with those wide, baggy eyes:

“Feels like home here, I guess.”

After you reunited the two, you and Jinx grew closer to where she even granted you the chance to call her by her birth name. You denied, coyly saying you’d use it when she became your sister-in-law.

“Gross.” Jinx rasped as the two of you entered through the door. A two bedroom, two bathroom apartment where half of its windows faced slabs of painted brick and not the glorious cityscape.

The walls of the apartment were bonelike and bridal, no yellowed residue from decades of smoking that Vi found convenient to blame on you. Vi thought it was old shit new font, a different sort of doomsday clock that ran by the second and not days. Same destination, different road. There was no point in arguing with her when she was like that, no point in saying smoking was self-care, really.

However, you didn’t care to think about that right now.

The two of you settled the box near a cluttered corner. At the corner of your eye was a ripped wrapper for nicotine gum. “Please don’t remind me that I’ll have to hear you through the walls from now on.”

You wiped your hands on your jeans. “First off, our room is soundproof.”

“Uh, no they’re not—”

“And second-!,” you wagged a finger, “maybe you wouldn’t have to hear me calling your sister, mommy, hypothetically speaking, if you would just move onto campus and have a real college experience!”

Jinx rolled her eyes and plopped on a box. “It’s cheaper, okay, and I don’t want to be roomed with some obnoxious Piltie for four semesters.” The younger girl played with her braid as she looked at you with wide cow eyes, “also you’ll miss me and my impeccable humor which can’t be replaced with Vi’s dry and outdated one, no matter how much you swear is attractive in a dad-joke way.”

You bit your lip harshly to swallow the laugh in your throat, but your crinkled eyes gave you away. “I don’t think Vi’s humor is dry…” You weakly retorted, turning away. You cruised toward a sealed window and unlocked it. “Ugh, the air is so thin here— anyway, your college ride is all paid for, so the ‘cheaper’ excuse doesn’t work and you can always get a new roommate.” With a labored cough, you shoved the window seal up and allowed fresh air to seep through the room.

“You probably will have gone through five by the end of the year!”

Jinx scoffed lightly and scratched her thigh. “Be honest, ya’ just saying this to get the apartment to yourself, aren’t you?”

If this were Vi, she’d flat out deny it.

“To be honest? Yes,” You sigh theatrically as you watched the blue-haired girl sink into a cacophony of cackles, “but I really think you’d enjoy it.” You leaned against the wall and picked at the scar of a cigarette burn living under your arm. “It’s stressful but also… kind of freeing?”

You shrugged, “I think you get scared at first, this weight of responsibility, but… every mistake you make feels okay when you know you’re around idiots who fuck up just as much as you do.”

Jinx’s face sobered up and so you clarified, “not that you’re a fuckup like me. I’m just saying it felt fun to go to a party and not worry about a curfew.”

Jinx shook her head, then slid off her seat. She picked at her shirt, “you’re not a fuckup, Y/N, not like I am.”

You pulled yourself from the barren wall and approached her, “I totally am, but who wants to be a perfect goody-two shoes, anyway? You think we’d know each other otherwise?”

You also had the inkling suspicion that you two got along so well because you were both a sardonic mess of beings. Jinx knew you when you were coked up on shimmer and the memories of her burning stares as you sank to the ground sniggering in sweet drunk agony were still vivid years later.

You made someone as broken as her look normal.

Eventually, the guilt overtook her after meeting her sister a year later but her interference in your intake put a strain on your relationship. The both of you tried to sweep it under the rug, a rug that was later pulled out by Vi.

Jinx stilled as you grasped her hand, but did not pull away as you made long-legged strides toward the door. “It’s not a competition, Jinx. It doesn’t matter when everyone’s got to be a little mad to survive Zaun. All that matters is that we didn’t drown in it.”

You do not know where the two of you would’ve been without Violet, but it probably wouldn’t have resulted in moving together. “But, yes, I want the apartment to myself, and you’re arguably the messiest one here!” You stuck your tongue out playfully and Jinx chuckled before punching you in the arm. You pretended like it didn’t hurt and threw said arm around her neck.

“You’re soooo predictable.” Jinx trilled, then leaned into your shoulder. “I knew it was because you’re a lazy shit.” Her words were tinted with amusement and you dabbed a chaste kiss on her cheek, to which she gagged at.

“I do think you’ll enjoy it more than you think. College, that is.” You hummed as the two of you made it to the first floor. “I had fun.”

Jinx wrinkled her nose. “I bet all you did was get high and be a total slut.”

You didn’t like how accurate that was. “No,” you cocked your head up, “I took lots of interesting classes and joined tons of programs. I was even on the basketball team!”

“Yeah, you’re lying,” Jinx escaped your embrace and lumbered ahead as she sped forward, her eyes on the tall pink-haired woman near the moving truck. “You were definitely the campus slut!”

“I was multi-tasking!”

By the time you made it to Violet in all her sweat and glory, she had the remaining furniture laid out. You quietly watched the rivulets of sweat that hurried down her biceps as she got into a heated debate with the movers.

It was just an observation, but you liked how her sunglasses sat at the crown of her head, pushing away strands of cherry hair and showcasing the piercings in her face and ears. Your eyes ogled at the mechanical tattoos that sprouted from her spine and crawled up to her neck.

You didn’t realize how rapacious you looked until you caught Jinx’s nauseated-face in the corner of your eye.

Maybe you needed more than a smoke.

Vi clamped on her words to tilt her head towards the two of you, sweaty hands akimbo on her hip. “You two were loud. What happened?”

Neither of you waited to speak.

“Your girlfriend is a whore!”

“Jinx has no social life and is insecure!”

“... Okay.” Vi blinked. “Must've been a pleasant talk.”

[ Couch Potato ❤ : 15:32 ] : can u do me

[ Couch Potato ❤ : 15:32 ] : a huge favor when u get off

[ Couch Potato ❤ : 15:32 ] : a labor of love

[ Couch Potato ❤ : 15:32 ] : a romantic gesture i’ll rmr for years to come

[ Visectomy: 15:34 ] : Sure

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:34 ]: can u

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:34 ]: roll the burrito i left on the kitchen counter when u get home.

[ Visectomy: 15:34 ]: …. ???? Lol

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:34 ]: please? please? pspsps please?

[ Visectomy: 15:35 ]: Just eat something else babe

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:35 ]: i already made it and everything ): pls vi

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:35 ]: we can do the cop thing u wanted. w the handcuffs

[ Visectomy: 15:35 ]: Are you crazy? Stop it lmao

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:36 ]: ok ok sorry forget i asked.

[ Visectomy: 15:40 ]: Did you say anything to pow-pow lately?

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:43 ]: i told her to stop stealing my shoes?

she’s got my slides i think

y??

[ Visectomy: 15:45 ]: Forget it lol was just wondering

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:47 ]: come back soon xoxo

[ Couch Potato ❤: 15:47 ]: also can u please buy some miralax. im srs ab this one i swear i haven’t pooped in like five days.

“... You asleep?”

The bed dipped and swallowed you with a groan as you gently regained consciousness. Your eyes fluttered as you felt a cool hand slip under your top. A calloused thumb to your spine that glided along the bone like a brush against a canvas.

Your face arose from the pillow and you craned your head to see the culprit, Violet. A tired grin on your lips as you watched her kneel beside the bed, her silver eyes never straying from your puffy face.

“Was. I’m getting up now.” You yawned as you rubbed the remnants of sleep out of your eye and you felt her warm hand disappear from your back. “How was work?”

“Same old shit. You should keep sleeping.” Vi shrugged, then placed a hand on the side of your face. Her thumb stroked the lobe of your ear as she canted her head to look at you, a small smile on her face that grew as she felt you peck her palm. “Yet, you woke me up.”

Your girlfriend nodded sagely, “because I wanted to talk to you and ‘cause I got your… mirathing.”

“Nice… Sweet.”

“And I got you that fudge bar from that bake shop you saw yesterday.”

“Aww, babe…”

Vi dropped her head with a heavy sigh. “I also folded your burrito, too. It's in the fridge.”

You exploded off the bed in a haste that had the covers floating off of the bed, but Vi was quicker and stronger, so before you could make it off the floor, her arms encircled your waist and kept you to the ground.

You chuckled dryly before raising your hands in defeat, “I wasn’t that hungry anyway…”

Yet, Vi’s grip around your waist remained unmoved in her kneeled form, and you had to slump your body in her hold. “No, thank you?”

You smacked your lips. “Thank you, Vi. I love you so much right now.”

You tried to pry her off, yet she made no effort to free you. Instead, she pushed you down to your knees, forcing you to stay on the floor with her. You watched her in confusion as her hands scored up your shorts, sneaking under the baggy shirt you wore. “I was hoping for a little more than that.”

Your face scrunched up at the irritatingly smug smirk on her face, aroused by the knowledge that she was aware of something you weren’t, you don’t even realize that she’s already rolled your shirt past your waist so stupidly you ask, “What kind of more?” Your voice tumbling into a cracked crescendo.

There’s not a specific moment where you remember sliding your thighs across Vi’s waist, yet by the time you realize what’s happening you’ve loosely straddled her as her calloused hands stroked your waist.

Instinctively, you craned your neck and your lover placed her lips at the interrelate of your neck and shoulder. You gripped on the last logical thought in your head as you sank into a wanton urge fueled by her lips on the skin around your collarbone. As if consumed by sheer vulgarity, the woman lathered you with wet kisses.

“Lots more.” Vi whispered with such a restraint that it sounded sinful. Your breath picked up as you felt the pressure of her fingers knead into the rolls of your skin.

“Oh.”

It had been weeks into the new apartment, so what preoccupied the two of you were files, work, and Jinx. You were no more intimate than a hug, kiss, or cuddle. After the blue-haired engineer abased you for ogling her sister, you sobered up and spent your energy making the apartment feel like an actual home.

Any downtime between work and furnishing of the house was spent between the three of you playing on your console or streaming an indie film. It wasn’t until five days ago that you semi-regressed back to your indolent lifestyle, wallowing away on the couch, either high or asleep. Vi’s job still resided in Zaun and so she spent most of her time out, usually coming back when you and Powder were asleep.

It had to have passed midnight by now. Violet had the scent of chilly Piltover air and heavy rain and you inhaled it greedily as you pressed your face into her strawberry locks. The pads of your fingers glued to the back of her neck as she continued to worship your collarbone. You leaned back and allowed her to roll off your top.

The peach-skinned brawler cupped a hanging breast with no prudence before canting her hips upward, breath hitching at the friction of her thrust and clothing. A myriad of nibbling kisses down your clavicle as her bruised knuckles rubbed you ripe. A faithful ministry that made your eyes water and knees numb.

Your legs tightened against her hips as her thrusts became harsher between your thighs. A phantom ache in your gut exposed your own involuntary celibacy as a wreckful siege of carnal pleasure churned in your womb. Vi’s hold turned harsh as her rough fingers squeezed your breast. You blinked fiercely as blurry eyes watched the jungler leave your chest and lick her thumb and index. She then placed both wet digits back on your nipple and kneaded it into erection.

“Mmnf,” you hissed and leaned into her, “wait. I-oh my go—fuck—why did we wait so long to do this…?”

Your girlfriend looked up at you, her bright, electric eyes pooled with indelicacy and lust. “Well, you wanted to be a slouch, and I was busy working my ass off.”

“Fuck off, I’ve seen you at work. You take more breaks than a pregnant woman with IBS.” You riposted and reached for the bottom of her shirt.

Vi laughed silently as she raised her arms and allowed you to peel her top off. “For the record,” Vi started as you flung her shirt across the room, “it was just that one time. I was watching a livestream of—”

You curtailed her sentence trailing a trembling finger down her oblique and toward her abdomen. Her hands fisted beside her as you watched her eyes flicker shut and a curse slip out of her lips as your hand slipped into her pants, palming her mons with a curious gaze.

“You’re already wet…” You trilled in carnal chords as your spare fingers fumbled with the clip of her cropped pants. The prick of her coarse hair tickled your skin as your fingers toyed between moist folds.

Vi cracked a single eye open. “Look who’s talking.”

You slowly released your hand from inside her pants. “Don’t ruin the mood.” You chided and stumbled off her lap. Your fingers grabbed the hem of her bottoms and pulled down. Vi fell back and freed her calves from her position as you continued to pry each pant leg off.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to eat that taco.” Vi snorted and rolled her neck as you flung her pants across the room, too.

“I’m craving something—”

“You're craving something else? Yeah, I think I’m catching up to your jokes now.” Vi interjected, and you gaped in theatrical shock. The brawler chuckled and scooped you right back into a naked embrace. In your shock, she kissed the corner of your mouth gently and watched you melt against her.

“Can you let me be sexy for like five minutes?!” You whinged against her lips as she plastered deep pecks against your face.

“Mm, but that was terrible, though. As in porn dialogue, terrible.”

You sniffled but a playful simper on your lip gave your intentions away. You pulled from her kisses and looked to the side of your room, nose in the air.

“Caitlyn wouldn't have found it corny…” You expected a harsh retort or maybe for her to be rougher, but instead, you watched your significant other freeze under you. Her eyes lowered and narrowed as if to recall something that was on the tip of her tongue.

It was the exact opposite of what you wanted Vi to do, so in order to spur her on, you spoke again. “I can’t believe the Caitlyn shtick doesn’t work anymore. I can play dirtier? If you’d like.”

Vi’s better at most things than you are and normally that spurred some kind of complex in you, but this had its benefits. She was larger— tight, sinewy muscle crafting a toned form that you could only dream of acquiring. She was faster than you— the way her fists could piston into flesh quicker than your eyes could blink, and lastly, she was stronger.

You weren’t the most athletic person out there— you could barely go up the flight of stairs to the apartment without panting like a starving dog. Lord forbid you wear a bottom that’s less than thirty-three inches around your waist and doesn’t feel like it’s sawing you in half. You couldn’t even wear tight shorts for long or else they would ride up your thighs. When you needed something opened or lifted, Vi usually did it, and the only time you were eager to do something was when it was time to eat.

You were everything Vi was not. Not only did your personalities contrast, but so did your bodies. That quality showed best when you two were in bed.

You expected a reaction from Vi for saying the pacifist enforcer’s name, and yet you floundered as your barren self returned to the springy mattress with inhuman speed. The brawler was on top of you in seconds; her thickened hand caging your wrists above your head as the lower half of your body raised and nestled at her hips. You tried to cinch your calves across her, but she gripped a thigh with such a hold you swore you’d bruise.

You cracked a congealed smile. “Did I strike a chord?”

Vi slid her hand from your thigh to under your knee and placed your leg over her shoulder. Your stomach tightened as your waist rose and curled forward. At your stiffness, Vi released her grip on your wrists and you watched as she situated herself between your legs, slightly kneeled in a position that would’ve had your legs burning.

“No. You’re getting worse at pissing me off.” She mused as her fingers brushed against your folds. Her thumb pearled your clit slowly, and you groaned shamelessly into your arms. “Which is sad ‘because I’m getting so much better at winding you up.” “Hahaha.. In more ways than one, I see.” A starved chuckle crawled out your throat; it was a feeble attempt to play off your sensitivity, but the rise and fall of your chest as Vi continued to rub her thumb against you had sold you out. “You didn’t have to—argh, fuck—-I-I can’t think anymore.”

The throb of your sex leveled into insatiable agony the more she rubbed her calloused digit against the pink tissue. You couldn’t sit still, rutting into her touch until beads of lust wet her fingers. Vi picked up the pace, her appendage rubbing the liquid across your inner folds. A slippery yet punctuating feeling had you string lines of prayer and slurs out of your lips. You barely caught Vi snarkily admit that shutting you up for once was the initiative all along.

Perhaps she lied about not being upset. Maybe you got under her skin more than you expected.

‘So you were mad? What are you thinking, Vi?’ Is the question you’d like to ask her, but the friction of her wet, coarse fingers had your body cringe. Your body left your tongue dry as any moisture above only secreted below. You couldn’t formulate your thoughts, and yet your mouth remained wide open.

Vi grinned, all sharp-toothed and uncaring. You feel her slow down again as her finger pressed into you. As if to prod you and your flesh, she said, nonchalantly: “I think I remembered what I wanted to talk about.”

You cry at her words, literally.

A tear shed because as she nattered with the indifference of a gossiping aunt, you felt two long fingers sink into your core— still stiff and rough.

“I met Caitlyn today. At work, to be exact, and I offered that she'd come and see all the improvement you guys did. You and Powder really spruced the place up and I was proud of that.” Vi added with a lazy shrug. Immediately, she twisted her fingers in your warmth clockwise and you sputtered. “I’m not saying I knew what she was going to say, but I didn’t expect her first words to be about Powder’s dorm.”

“Oh! I guess you didn’t know. Powder’s moving into campus.” Vi shifted herself and came close forward. She carelessly pushed away your leg. You whimpered as she pinched your clit, her fingers flexed and stirring inside you.

“I wonder what changed her mind.” You jolt viscerally. As in, your body struggled against the woman’s hold and your hands flew to her scalp, nails raking her undercut as you clung to flimsy strands.

“But you wouldn't know anything about that, right?” She posed the question as if it were amicable, as if it’s common for her to be such a conversationalist as she stuffs you repeatedly. Yet a spiteful and domineering tone tinted her words that sparked clarity in your muddled head.

Vi had never really liked Piltover, what it represented or stood for. A Zaunite is taught to dislike Piltover before they’re taught to breathe. When Violet was younger, it was undeniable that she detested the place, yet after spending her most malleable years in prison, she had to prioritize what actually mattered to her.

The answer was always Powder.

If Powder was recognized by the city of progress for her innate capabilities in tech, so be it. If they wanted to enroll her in their most prestigious school in an environment where she could flourish, so be it. If Powder wanted it and would go, then so be it. If she wanted Vi to be right by her side in Piltover, so she would never be too far from her sister again, then so be it.

Everything was for her and to Vi, everything was pointless if it didn't involve her.

“Wow, you can’t answer for once?”

It was like a dreamingly dark voice that stabbed at your skin. Her agitation pumping her blood to a point that her only release of frustration was to break you in ways that weren’t physical. You were fragile; you were weaker than her and if she were to make one mistake, she could impair you.

She couldn’t hurt you like that, so she’d stoop to your level.

Your stomach tightened and arms dropped as your girlfriend quickened her ministrations. She raised herself over your bare form and trapped you from moving up. You stared at her crinkled argent eyes, her lips pursed as she watched you strain against her fingers. Your mouth was a perpetual oval as tears slid down the round of your cheeks. For a desperate hold on your sanity, you raked your nails against her taut skin, scraping the flesh raw as she pivoted her fingers and prodded against a bundle of nerves. The stretch of her fingers inside you had you canting your hips towards her, squeaking at every instance that she brushed against the spongy spot inside you.

The harsher she pressed against your sweet spot, the harder you found it to answer her. The only words you could utter were: “I-I. I can’t think.”

She scoffed, “when do you ever?”

Fuck.

A cord in your stomach snapped, and you felt your muscles tense inward as a river of release toppled over you. Your body stiffened as goosebumps riddled and popped on your skin. You could feel the sweat pebble along your skin as your walls clenched onto Vi’s fingers and rode out an intensity that could only be as addicting as ecstasy.

Your body crumpled like paper. Vi stilled herself as you contrasted against her hold until your jolts and breath were even. Beyond, the remnants of pleasure were a nauseating numbness and tepid ignominy that blossomed as Vi glared at your barren form. Slowly, she released herself out of the sloppy mess below as you watched the woman above you wipe away your fluids.

A wretched uneasiness crept into the room as words unspoken told you a story that needed no lips to move. It was all said in Violet’s blazing glare toward the darkness, the curl of her palms, the hunch of her scapula, the teeth gnawed at her scarred lip.

“I’m sorry.”

“I should’ve told you. I’m sorry, Vi. I am.”

If she heard you, she doesn’t let you know it. Instead, opting to rise from the bed to drag herself towards the shared bathroom and leaving your heart and body to sink into the bed and your guilt.

You wished you had listened to her and just slept.

“I did this for her, you know.”

“I thought it was for us, too.”

Vi faced you, incredulous. “Neither of us were asking for this.”

“Neither of us?” You bickered and raised your sticky head from the pillow. “I wanted to move in with you!”

Vi’s laugh was hollow. “Were you begging to move into Piltover?”

“I told you from the beginning, coming here was for Powder because she wanted us together. Like a family.”

Guilt covered your first sin like a quilt as Vi looked at you, then down into her fists. As if you broke her again. You both had your issues, yet hers always felt detrimental while yours bordered on immature.

“She’s still here…” You murmured. Her sigh gutted you like a fish, “you know what I mean, so just… just stop.”

It was in moments like this; you wondered what she saw in you.

To wake you up then play with your emotions and body like an instrument only to humiliate you in the forthcomings of your pleasure is a humbling and injurious experience. It wasn’t mutual degradation; it was someone coming to terms with how much they despise you.

It ran your blood cold. The thought of Vi despising you.

There was a time a film of vulnerability could be shared as you both laid bare in sapid massacres of pale sheets. You used to feel unbound, lush, and aflame. You used to feel as if you were loved after sex, not just good. This time, in an encircling cycle of lust and delight, you shelved that feeling as just paranoia.

Vi swiped her neck. “There’s not much Caitlyn and Powder have in common, and they rarely speak to each other.” Vi divulged, “so Cait tellin’ me that my sister asked her about housing applications? Shit’s rarer than a Seraphine song uniting Piltover and Zaun.”

You bit your lips. “I’m sorry, Vi, but I only told her that—”

“It doesn’t matter what you said.” Vi’s tone was final and solid, as if slabs of stone stacked over one another. “You shouldn’t have said anything at all.”

Your next words burned on your tongue, “are you mad at me?”

Vi’s shoulder dropped as she craned her neck to watch you. Her muscles flexed under her tank-top and you could see the faint droplets of water roll from her nape and stain the white beater.

“I’m just disappointed.”

Vi rubbed her face harshly, rubbed it until the itch of whatever was on there faded. The moonlight spilling into the room, electrifying her tatted skin and splitting scars.

“Nothing like our first argument here to settle us in, huh?” Vi uttered.

In the night, your eyes blackened with shadow and emotion. You know better then to cry because you haven’t cried in years.

Yet a feeling in your gut just tells you something’s wrong.

“I’m sorry, Vi.”

“… I know you are.”

And you’re not sure it’d be fixed.

#vi x reader #violet x reader #vi arcane x reader #arcane x reader #if i ever post this on ao3 itll be formatted better i promise #idk if ill do a pt 2 tho #.myfanfics

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hopeintheashes · 2 years

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Okay I’m gonna stray from my usual and go with:

Bobby + “I burnt dinner”

Thanks 💕

❤️❤️❤️

He's afraid, for a second, that Eddie isn't going to pick up the phone.

Which would certainly be his right. Bobby's not his captain anymore.

"--'lo?" Distracted, sounds like. Stressed, for sure.

He takes a breath and makes sure his own shoulders are lowered. His voice calm. "Hey, Eddie, just wanted to call and see how your first day went."

"Yeah. Fine. Lots to learn."

Bobby waits him out.

Eddie's good at silence, though, and Bobby's already saying "So--" when Eddie finally says, "I burned dinner."

Bobby blinks. Part of the whole appeal of the new position was that it was normal workdays; no more 24-hour shifts. "You..."

"First day, got home, burned the fuck out of dinner. The smoke detector just stopped going off, finally. Chris is out in the backyard. I'm trying to scrape this-- shit--" a grunt of effort with every word-- "off of the pan, but I might as well just toss the whole thing." The clatter of the pan being thrown back down on the stove, or counter, or possibly into the sink. "Fuck." Pulling himself back together. "I'm really sorry, Bobby, that's not why you called."

Raised eyebrows. "It's not?"

Eddie doesn't say anything to that.

"Okay, first thing, nothing's currently on fire." He doesn't phrase it as a question, because it's not. Eddie knows what he's doing here.

Eddie sighs. "No. Nothing is currently on fire."

"Okay. I have no idea if the pan is salvageable or not, but I do know that you have to soak it before you scrape it. Soap and water." He waits, and there's the sound of running water, and then Eddie says, "Yeah."

"And you have other food in the house?"

"Not really!" Frustration boiling over again. "I was supposed to get groceries yesterday, but then Chris had this project for school, and I was trying to get ready for my first day, and we had just enough stuff in the fridge to make this one dinner but now--" He breaks off, breath uneven.

"Remember that delivery is always a thing; hell, the McDonald's drive-through is a thing. But if you don't want to leave your house, there's always cereal? Eggs? PB&J?"

A controlled exhale on the line. Bobby's pretty sure Eddie's counting out his breaths, the way he's seen him do for Buck sometimes. "We've got cereal, but no milk. Peanut butter and jelly, but no bread."

"Now we're onto something. Do you have crackers? Tortillas?"

"Yeah. We've got some slightly-stale tortillas in the fridge."

"Tortilla, peanut butter and jelly, roll it up, cut it into little spiral slices if you want. And then once you and Chris have both had some food, you can work on putting in a grocery order. Only has to be for a couple of days, don't stress about trying to meal-plan an entire week."

"Yeah." Bobby can picture him scrubbing at his eyes. "Sorry. This is all such basic shit. I should be able to figure it out on my own."

Bobby gives him a second, and then gently asks, "Is that the answer to how today went?"

The silence is answer enough.

"I have no fucking clue what I'm doing, Bobby. No fucking clue."

"That's normal."

So tight he might break: "Not for me."

Bobby takes a slow breath in, then out, listening for Eddie to echo him on the other end of the line. When he has some evidence that Eddie's breathing again, he says, "Give yourself some time."

"How much time?"

"More than a day?"

Something like laugh, even if it is a little choked. "Yeah, okay. Point taken." A deep breath. "Okay, I'd better make some PB&J things."

"Roll-ups. You've got this," Bobby tells him. "And remember, we've got your back."

This quiet sort of disbelieving sound that Bobby is just about positive has to do with Buck, but that's not something that it makes any sense to get into while Eddie's got a hungry kid and a kitchen that still smells like smoke.

"I've got your back," he says instead, in a if you believe nothing else, believe that kind of tone.

"Yeah," Eddie says, and it sounds like he's willing to at least come that far. "Thank you, Bobby. Seriously."

"Any time. Seriously."

Fifteen minutes later, his phone pings with an incoming photo: The Diaz boys on their back porch, Eddie's arm around Chris, who's holding a PB&J roll-up in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other, face scrunched up in a dazzling smile. The caption says, They're a hit!

Bobby smiles, and goes back to work.

(Send me a little something and I’ll write a little something!) (Yes, prompts for this are still open; I like this format a lot!)

#911fic #9-1-1 #bobby #eddie #by:hopeintheashes #tiny little things #does 769 words count as tiny?#lol

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

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

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

W/c: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Fin~

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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Hi! I love your posts and want to ask your opinion on something. Who do you think in the batfam has the most and the least common sense of a normal person? If you can, can you also list how they are arranged? Thank you!

Ooohhh, this is a fun one! In my mind all bats lack common sense. Like obviously they're hella smart, after all they are a family of detectives, they just aren't very bright.

Here's a quick rundown (least to most): Tim and Dick tie for first place, both lack common sense in just in completely different ways. Then Damian (mostly cause of the whole 'being raised by league of assassins' thing), Bruce, Cass (controversial ik), Steph, Jason, Duke, Babs, and last on the list is obvs Alfred. (Kate is probs between Cass and Steph, but I've only really seen her in the DCAMU and need to get to know her better).

And Ima add a 'keep reading' cause this is gonna get long.

Tim:

Tim is one of the smartest in the family. He deduced Batman's identity as a child, majorly fucked up the League of Assassins, and has been honored (I say this v sarcastically just btw) with Ra's creepy obsession. He's smart, plain and simple. However, when it comes to just day to day survival and being loved, goddamn that boy is dumb.

He regularly mixes energy drinks and coffee. Sometimes he even mixes energy drinks, alcohol, and coffee.

In his mind warnings are optional. "Tim, did you just sniff that drano?" "Yeah, why?" "IT LITERALLY SAYS DO NOT SMELL" "Oops"

He regularly tests shit on himself. "Why is Tim on the floor?" "He mixed joker venom and fear gas to see what would happen" "HE WHAT"

Also if you try to compliment him or tell him you love him he will find a way to misunderstand. "Tim, I love you and you are an amazing son." "I don't know who this Tim is but he sounds great" "It- it's you, literally you. Timothy Jackson Drake." "I'm a bit confused, I didn't know you knew two Timothy Jackson Drakes. You should really introduce us."

Dick:

Dick in many ways is a total himbo. He's a complete sweetheart, super supportive, and very ditzy. His ditzy-ness directly correlates to how relaxed he is. Chilling in the manor? Peak himbo. A mission in space? Absolute genius and amazing leader. Just took down a bunch of thugs? Slowly reverting into dopey boi. He always has the ability to be super analytical, smart, and big brain, but he likes being whimsical and even airheaded. And that's not a bad thing, it's just him taking mental breaks, being lighthearted.

"YOU PUT DIESEL IN YOUR CAR?" "...Yeah, in my defense the nozzles look basically the same" "They're different colors?! Also the diesel nozzle doesn't even fit into your gas tank, how did you get it in?" "I'm a good pourer."

He always responds to the word dick and it always confuses him. "God Ra's is such a dick!" "What?" "Ra's is a dick" "I'm not Ra's!" "Wha- no! I mean penis dick!" "Ohhhh, yeah he is a penis dick"

Once Dick is safe he reverts into himbo pretty quickly, even after stressful situations. "Hey Wally?" "Yes babe?" "I forgot how to change my lock screen again" "Dick, you just hacked into an alien spaceship not even an hour ago??" "What's that have to do with anything?"

Damian:

Damian lacks common sense from growing up with the League of Assassins. He's an amazing warrior and super analytical but casual human interaction alludes him. He is getting better though, so eventually he'll be lower on the list than Steph. But for now he's a senseless bby.

The first time someone tried to give him high five he assumed it was an attack and flipped them. Same with a fist bump.

This is complete canon but his original treatment of Alfred, his brothers, and, well, everyone. Like bby boy please read the room.

His ego can easily override common sense. Like he wouldn't jump off a bridge if everyone else was doing it, but if someone said he couldn't he'd immediately swan dive off that bridge.

Bruce:

For the world's greatest detective he can be a major dumb bitch sometimes. Some of it's growing up rich and some is being so wrapped up in his 'crusade for justice' that he just misses basic shit.

One time he walked in on Roy and Jason making out, the next day he saw them cuddling, then they mentioned moving in together. It took him three months to realize that they're dating.

He doesn't understand coupons, like at all. Jason has tried to explain them but Bruce just gets even more confused.

Bruce tried to make coffee once. He literally just poured coffee beans in water and microwaved it. He was surprised when it didn't taste good.

Cass:

Cass is similar to Damian in she lacks common sense from an unconventional upbringing. However she's learning way faster than Damian and depending on where in the timeline you're looking she might have more common sense than Babs.

Basic things like lines, turn taking, and speaking when spoken to aren't innate to her. Like, she knows and understands them, but often forgets about them.

There are many times that she blurs the line between civilian and vigilante because she'll do something that looks v stupid and dangerous for a civilian. The thing is she never notices when she does this.

One time she was in a restaurant and there was a cockroach on the wall across the room (cause Gotham) and instead of getting up and killing it like a normal person she threw her steak knife and impaled it.

Steph:

Steph is probably lacks common sense the most conventional yet slightly concerning way. She lacks common sense in the same way a cartoon character or sitcom character would. Like it's sorta realistic but at the same time damn bby girl why are you such a disaster??

She will do anything on a dare. Anything. There is a rule against daring Steph to do things while in the manor or on patrol.

Every time she hears someone say Red Robin she yells yum. This has gotten both her and RR shot.

Steph is v lucky that 1) she's a badass and 2) the batfam loves her because she annoys absolutely everyone just for shits and giggles and the only reason she hasn't been murdered is that Cass scares everyone.

Jason:

All common sense is lost when dramas at stake. Say what you will but Jason is the (second) biggest drama queen in the family. Also he, like most bats, lacks a sense of self preservation which leads to shit common sense.

He tried to steal Batman's tires.

Sometimes he listens to music during patrol and tries to hit people/shoot on beat. This has lead to stab wounds.

Jason loves to loudly quote classic literature while on stake outs. This is a problem for obvious reasons.

Duke:

Ok this is around the time you get to average common sense levels. But he still runs around Gotham beating people up in tights (or kevlar) so he doesn't get full points. Also he's still not Babs level common sense. One area Duke lacks common sense in is how to deal with the Batfam (which is v understandable tbh)

One time Duke was joking around with Jason and decided to steal a roll off of Damian's plate. This ended in blood.

Other than lacking Batfam common sense, most of his poor judgement moments are less notable but still concerning.

For example the time he challenged Dick to a hot dog eating contest then went on a roller coaster.

Babs:

Other than being a vigilante Babs almost has normal human common sense. However being a vigilante has negative side effects on ones common sense.

While Babs' sleep schedule isn't as bad as Tim's it's not a whole lot better. She's stayed up 72 consecutive hours multiple times.

She has accidentally poured coffee onto her computer instead of into a coffee mug.

One time she drank an entire gallon of milk before realizing it was a month expired.

Alfred:

Most assume that working for Bruce Wayne is a sign of him lacking common sense. But nah, it's him knowing, understanding, and challenging his own limits. Also it's him being a charitable human being. Like he has enough common sense to go around and tbh it's the only thing keeping the family alive.

"Master Bruce, you may not use Elmer's Glue All to close a wound."

"Master Dick I would encourage you not to teach Master Duke acrobatics on the glass coffee table."

"Miss Stephanie I would not advise trying to consume an entire jar of peanut butter in one sitting, and no, I do not care if Master Jason dared you to."

Tada, there's the list! Sorry that was probably a lot longer than anyone wanted, but I enjoy talking about how ditzy the batfam is. Like they're all geniuses but at the same time they're just sooooo dumb.

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metalbvcky · 3 years

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what are a few of your favorite stucky headcanons?

Oooohhh I’m glad you added ‘a few’ because this is gonna be a long one. :)

1) Steve’s a morning person.

I mean are any of us surprised? Of course Steve’s the morning person in the relationship. But do you know what Bucky is? A CUDDLER.

Every morning starts out the same. It’s cold outside and it’s nice and warm in the warm confines of their bed with not two but three fleece blankets on top of their comforter. Steve wears nothing but maybe slash on occasion a pair of thin underwear to sleep because the serum turned him into a human furnace.

Sure, it’s freezing as hell outside (”Get your butt back in the house, Steve,” Bucky would say back in nineteen-thirty something.) but nothing stops Steve from going out on his morning run.

Except for Bucky.

Bucky, who snakes his oh so cold metal arm around Steve’s waist and pulls him close. Like a cat, Bucky presses his cold nose into the crook of Steve’s neck between a long drawn out yawn.

“Mmm, stay for a while,” Bucky says, both legs trapping Steve’s so he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he dared.

So Steve caves and does abandons the idea of going out early. Yeah, he’d be a little late by time he does get ready but a half hour past his normal time would suffice.

But then Bucky still persists when Steve tries to wiggle himself out of his arms, “Five more minutes,” Bucky whines as if he’d get his way.

“Buck,” Steve chuckles but sighs out, “okay, fine.”

Five minutes turned out to be an hour, and another half hour because by time Bucky got up, he dragged Steve into the shower with him to do other activities.

Steve ended up skipping his morning run that day.

2) Bucky takes up baking, and he really makes an effort by getting good at it too.

This is inspired by my Bakery!AU WIP of course but honestly, who can’t resist Baker!Bucky? I feel like Bucky would be a stress baker too. What would he make? Probably...

Sourdough, because maybe his ma made it back in the day and it reminds him of home.

Cupcakes. Full-fledged cakes might be intimating for Bucky so I imagine cupcakes would be easier for him. When he wakes up and pads out into the kitchen, he’d wonder where three of them went before his brain catches up with him: Stevie snuck in some before his morning run thinking I wouldn’t notice.

Cookies galore. Sugar, gingerbread, gingersnaps, shortbread, raisin oatmeal because Steve’s an old man, snickerdoodles, peanut butter, but most of all: Chocolate chip. But no ordinary chocolate chip. Sam’s mother’s recipe. How does Bucky get it? Well, he somehow manages to persuade Sam for it.

Again, my Bakery!AU is leaking onto this (lolol) but another thing he’d make: A Russian Honey Cake (Aka: Medovik) not for Steve, no, but for Natasha. Though Steve does compete with Natasha when it comes to requesting Bucky to make it more often. Because damn it if all the baking and assembling each layer takes hours of effort.

Let’s just say Steve doesn’t complain about the massive amounts of baked goods that magically turn up in their kitchen overnight.

3) Their apartment becomes overrun by plants, because every time they pass by the local nursery, Steve can’t resist pulling over when Bucky comments about what’s on display up front.

Bucky becomes a plant Dad™ when it comes to caring for his plants. No, they’re not Steve’s plants because as Bucky puts it: “Every plant you touch, dies.”

It’s a little harsh, but it’s true. That rose bouquet Bucky surprised Steve with on their date at their favorite restaurant? Wilted the very next day. So Steve doesn’t touch the plants, at all. Instead, he funds Bucky’s hobby by buying every goddamn plant and flower under the sun. All the tools required too. Fancy looking plant plots, anything on Bucky’s Pinterest/Instagram feed/etc.

Oh and you know what else?? Bucky takes their spare room and turns it into a cozy reading room.

Not only would it have plants (duh) between a small sofa and a couple of leather chairs, but also a real wooden bookshelf to keep all of their books they start to collect from a local bookstore down the road. Cool looking rugs, accent pieces, fuzzy blankets, and footstools too.

Steve also has his own spot by the window to draw to his heart’s content. Eventually, they’d buy an easel and somehow figure out where exactly to put it because the room’s overrun by furniture and plants.

The room smells heavenly when Steve opens the door, only to find Bucky laying sideways on the couch with his head propped up with his flesh arm.

“Care to join me?” Bucky asks as he lowers his book down.

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world, Buck,” Steve replies, slipping in behind Bucky with his own book he’d chosen prior.

Thank you for coming to my SteveBucky headcanon ted talk!! Next week: Bucky’s mad obsession with Steve’s holy grail of an ass. (that is true and you know it)

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky headcanon #mandy answers anon #Anonymous #writing tag

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ateezmakemeweep · 3 years

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richboy!yeosang (part 4)

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(part 3) (series masterlist)

when you look back on your pregnancy, you’re not gonna remember the rocky start you and yeosang both had.

your immense fear and yeosang’s anger and just an overall feeling of dread and hysteria that comes with an accidental pregnancy.

it’ll be all the little moments in between that stick with you, the cute stuff and the hard stuff and the wide range of emotions that didn’t even fully prepare you and yeosang for what was to come in parenthood.

three months:

“this is cute.”

you look over at yeosang holding a tiny pink onesie with the brightest smile on his face, strawberries and cherries scattered around the soft fabric.

you mirror his smile as you walk closer to him, cocking your head to the side as you narrow your eyes at him.

“just say you want it be a girl already. i know you do.”

it’d been the debate going on between you two for the past few weeks, you not admitting you want a boy and him not admitting he wants a girl; but you can just tell he does, little comments he makes and the things he picks out when you pop in stores during sunday errands.

“because it’s pink? it could be for a boy, too,” yeosang says, “that doesn’t mean anything.”

you bite back the smirk threatening to take over your face, not letting it slip that, sometimes, you’ll hear him talking quietly at night. speaking into the darkness about how much he’s wanted to have a little girl to spoil.

“but you can’t tell your mommy,” he teased, his voice in a hushed whisper.

he now also has a habit of slipping his hands under your shirt (or more often, his that you stole) and splaying his fingers across your warm skin.

your stomach is just starting to show, the slightest indication of a bump forming that made his heart warm way more than he ever expected to feel; he knew he’d love to see you pregnant but he had no idea how much it was really gonna effect him.

watching as your body transformed seamlessly in order to carry his child.

“not that we should keep secrets from mommy, she just already knows everything,” he corrects, grateful to have your face hidden in his chest so he doesn’t see you smile.

“i can’t wait for you to meet her. she’s gonna be a lot better at this than me but hopefully you like me, too, baby girl.”

and you don’t have the heart to tell him you hear him at night, nor do you have the heart to tell him the person growing inside of you won’t be able to hear him for a few more weeks.

but you love how quickly he’s grown comfortable with this idea of becoming a father, finding solace in speaking hushly and sweetly when no one but them are around to hear.

“it has nothing to do with that,” you squeak, poking at his chest and giggling when he grabs your hand. “i just know. i know everything, right?”

his eyes narrow suspiciously and you have to control the laugh threatening to bubble up from your chest, instead giggling more when he tosses the onesie in the cart and guides you in front of the cart.

your back is against his chest as you two push the cart together, lingering in the newborn section for far too long as you excitedly look through clothes, books, and toys you already know are gonna clutter the apartment before the baby’s arrival.

four months:

your eating habits before pregnancy were, admittedly, rather picky.

everyone in your life had always made fun of you for having the palate of a toddler, straying from anything that didn’t look appetizing or produced a mildly unpleasant smell.

that’s why, after tons of research and reading up on the journey of pregnancy, yeosang was humored to hear about ‘unusual cravings’ that come about in the first and second trimester.

“i don’t know, baby, i can’t see you eating anything too disgusting. you’re kind of picky.”

“you’re kind of picky,” you immaturely mock because if pregnancy brain is giving you anything, it’s a lack of witty comebacks and remarks to your smart ass boyfriend.

a snort leaves yeosang’s mouth as he piles fruit into the blender, being sure to add a few extra blueberries after the doctor told you guys it was a good power food to implement into your diet.

it was something that, no matter how hormonal and scatter-brained, you were noticing. how sweet and attentive and just... into the pregnancy he was.

it was almost shocking you, to be honest.

because you knew yeosang was sweet, that the tough guy persona he attempts to put up around others is just a macho act, but this whole journey is really making you see just how caring your boyfriend is.

how he’s so accommodating to you and will drop everything the moment you open your mouth to ask him for something.

how when your parents were, while in the end thrilled to be grandparents, hesitant and nervous and asked if you wanted to move back in for help, insisted he would take care of you and the baby and they’d have nothing to worry about.

how everything that should be difficult during this is just so easy because of him, your level of comfort and happiness exponentially high.

he places your smoothie on the table before leaving a parting kiss on your head, telling you that he’ll be home early and will see you later. you smile and wave happily before resting back on the couch, sipping at your drink as you catch up on school work.

and it’s that same sight that greets yeosang when he comes home a few hours later, emptied cup on the table and your closed laptop resting on your stomach as you nap soundly.

a smile lights up his face and a warmth spreads over his entire body upon seeing you, any stress or irritation from his work day quickly fading away as he makes his way over to you.

he bends down and brushes hair from your face, his eyes roaming every feature; he’s excited to see what your child is gonna look like.

if she’ll (because something is just telling him it’s a girl, or maybe it’s just his wishful thinking and hopes), have your eyes or his nose. if she’s gonna have your personality, sweet and gentle with just enough spunk, or be more like him.

his eyes travel down to your shirt-covered stomach, a small smile on his face as he recalls the first time you noticed the change.

it was after you took a bath, body aching and sore as your body adjusted to morning sickness.

it was something so small and subtle but you had noticed just before wrapping the towel around yourself, your eyes narrowing as you turned to the side.

“yeosang?” he heard from the bedroom, pushing his laptop and books away as he makes his way to the en suite.

there was no sense of urgency in your voice but he still felt the overwhelmingly need to get to you, some innate protectiveness in him spiking anytime you call his name these days.

“yeah, my love?” he hums, his eyes widening and a smirk crossing his face when he’s greeted by your naked body.

“oh?” he hums, making his way over and gripping your bare hips. “i would’ve joined you in here earlier if i knew you wanted to-”

“not that, you perv,” you whine, pushing him away lightly before placing your hand on your lower stomach.

he notices your placement and immediately snaps out of his lustful daze, his eyes watching you carefully for any hint of pain or discomfort; but instead, he’s greeted with the sight of excitement shining in your eyes.

“does my stomach look different to you?” you ask, the small smile on your face making his heat pang in his chest. “there’s a little bump.”

“well no shit, baby,” he teases lightly, his hands going back on your stomach as he looks at you through the mirror. “gotta fit her in there somehow.”

you bite back the smirk on your lips as you meet his gaze, your eyebrow raising before he throws his hands up innocently.

“or him. gotta find them in there somehow.”

you let out a huff before rolling your eyes, turning back to look at yourself in the mirror.

you knew you were gonna see some sort of change soon but it’s like finally seeing it begin is making it all sink in. that you’re gonna get bigger and rounder and really start to look and feel more pregnant.

and while you obviously know that’s a part of this, that makes you a little nervous, too. watching as your body changes and you become more-

“you look beautiful.”

you heart jumps at the compliment still, a small smile on your face as you meet his gaze. it’s soft and warm and sweet and only makes your smile grow bigger, your head cocked to the side as you stare back at him.

he didn’t know if you needed to hear that right now, if the way you were looking at yourself was just curious and accepting or if you’re brain was gonna start becoming insecure, but he just felt like he needed to say it.

you don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything, pressing up on your toes to peck his lips sweetly.

you giggle into this kiss when, after you try to pull away, he drags you back to him and deepens it. a squeal leaves your mouth when his hands grip your thighs and pull you up, your legs wrapping immediately around his waist.

your towel falls to the ground with a plop as he makes his way to your bed, throwing you down and smiling wider as your giggle rings through the air.

the gentle lull of fingers running against your skin stirs you awake, a quiet groan escaping you before your eyes flutter open. an uncontrollable smile crosses your lips when you’re able to make out yeosang, his warm hands on your stomach and his soft eyes staring at you.

“hey baby.”

“hi,” you mumble tiredly, your arms outstretched before he chuckles and collapses on top of you. he makes sure to hold himself above you to not crush yo entirely, burying his face in your neck to press short, ticklish kisses.

“you smell good.”

“i haven’t left this couch, i can’t imagine how.”

he pulls back to look down at you, his hand combing though your messy hair and a laugh threatening to leave his mouth.

“have you had anything to eat yet?”

and he has to hold back a gag when you tell him you’ve only had your peanut butter and cheese, the bizarre craving that left you both shocked and surprised.

five months:

“alright, everyone who thinks it’s a girl, say i.”

you roll your eyes when you hear yeosang’s voice boom the loudest “i,” quickly followed by mingi, hongjoong, seonghwa and san.

“alright, so now everyone’s who correct in thinking it’s a boy, say i.”

“i.”

“i-”

“i! will bet my entire bank account that it’s a girl,” san interrupts, nearly throwing his fork across the table as he points it threateningly toward the ‘boy side.’

it was the day before your 18-week check up and nothing could’ve prepared you for the chaos that was to come.

the boys had made it a point to come over once a week ever since you told them the news, swapping between ordering food and bringing home cooked meals to fully prepare for their new lives as uncles.

it was a healthy mix of of fun banter and arguing before an aggressive explosion of debates like these: guessing the sex of the baby, fighting for spots as godparents and seeing who’s meal is gonna satisfy your pregnant self the most.

“anyone need $40?” jongho asks, him and wooyoung the most confident you’ve ever seen that you’re gonna have a baby boy - you wish you were as confident as all of them, because you really don’t know what’s gonna come tomorrow.

“fuck you!” san whines, a giggle leaving you as your hand rests on your stomach and you watch the boys argue back and forth.

yeosang kisses the side of your head as he gathers the plates and cups, seonghwa and yunho quietly talking to you and asking how you’ve been doing.

they knew it was hard for you to make the decision to not enroll in classes for the spring semester, knowing that the later months of pregnancy and baby’s arrival were far too close to finals time.

but you seem to be happy about that decision it seems, basking in the easy going pregnancy you’ve had thus far.

“i’ll probably go back when she’s one or something,” you say absentmindedly, the plan you started concocting in your head when you and yeosang talked about what you were gonna do.

“my parents said they’d be more than happy to watch her on the days i have class so i think it’ll be okay. i’m definitely going back, though.”

seonghwa and mingi shared a look with matching smiles on their faces, something that went unnoticed to you before the other boys quickly came over and stole your attention away.

“looks like you got her thinking it’s a girl, too,” seonghwa mumbles to yeosang, the boy biting back a smile.

he overheard you and couldn’t control the happiness blooming in his chest, watching with a smile as he watches you giggle and hit san and wooyoung’s arms playfully.

by the time the boys left, absolutely overstaying their welcome as they do every time, you were exhausted. laid out on the couch with your head on the arm, eyes threatening to close before yeosang came over and leant down next to you.

“you okay?”

“yeah,” you yawn, running your fingers through his hair lazily. “they’re just a little exhausting.”

“a little?” he hums skeptically, a smirk crossing your face as you hold your arms out to him.

“what?” he smiles, eyes lighting up as he looks at you.

“help me up.”

he pulls you up before scooping you into his arms, a content hum leaving your mouth as he walks toward the bedroom. he places you gently on the bed before pecking your head with a kiss, mumbling for you to change while he gets you a glass of water.

this was the new night time routine like clockwork, yeosang more often that not carrying your exhausted body in before setting you up with water and waiting until you fell asleep soundly on his chest.

he comes in a few moments later to see you already in bed, a smile lighting up your face that has him speeding up to get to you.

your eyes are drooping with your hold on him tight, soft mumbles of “i love you,” in your ear, about to succumb to sleep before you hear his deep voice begin to speak.

“baby, you still up?”

“hm?” you hum sleepily, your chin resting on his chest as you stare up at him with tired eyes.

he smiles softly upon seeing your face, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek gently.

there’s been something about seeing you like this that makes it feels like he’s falling for you again, unable to fully grasp just how much he loves you sometimes. it’s a feeling he once thought was scary, one that he thought he wasn’t even capable of.

but he sees now that’s not the case at all; that, if anything, the feeling only gets stronger and more prevalent the more you two go through.

“you know i really don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, right?” he asks, the softness and sweetness of his tone making your tired state lessen. “i’m gonna be happy no matter what tomorrow.”

you can’t even control the giggle that leaves your mouth, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips.

“i love you,” you tell him, humor and amusement heavy in your tone not taking away from how true it is.

and from the slight pinkness on his cheeks and the scoff that leaves his mouth, you think he knows you’re only making fun of him a little.

“of course i know that, silly,” you tell him, his eyes narrowing before you snake your hand down and play with his fingers.

“but i do think you’ve convinced me it’s a girl, too,” you sigh out, your head resting back on his chest and your eyes closing. “i’ll also be happy either way, though. i think...we’re gonna be good at this.”

the words are quiet and sweet and making his heart jump. but when he looks down to meet your gaze again, he sees your fast asleep against his chest.

“so....” san drags out at next week’s dinner, the seven boys around the table looking at you and yeosang expectantly. “did you guys find out?”

you and yeosang share a smile and nod at them, the table erupting into a burst of chatter and demands to be told who was right.

“you’re not gonna tell us, are you?” seonghwa asks, the twinge in both your eyes making him far too skeptical.

a smirk crosses your face as you shake your head no, groans of protest and silent curses filling the apartment. they harass you and yeosang for the rest of the night, going as far as to put up money and chore work to know the answer.

but you insist that you’re keeping it a surprise, not even letting mingi or yunho know even though you and yeosang decided that, if they want t, they’re gonna have to be the godparents.

six months:

"this is pretty," you say quietly, tapping your finger on a light yellow that has yeosang’s face falling into a grimace.

"it's not for a nursery, y/n," he mumbles from behind you, the close proximity of his voice causing you to jump.

you hadn't realized he had moved closer to you as you browsed, his chest now pressed up right against your back. you feel the breath of his words grazing your skin as he looks over your shoulder.

"how 'bout that?" he asks, his arm brushing yours as he points to the most hideous shade of brown you'd ever seen.

"that is so ugly," you bluntly state, his deep chuckle rumbling in your ear as he pulls his arm back to rest on your shoulder. you try not to jump at the open affection and touch he's giving you, his hand ever so often squeezing gently.

"oooh, what about this?" you ask, craning your neck up to show him the color sample.

your cheeks nearly touch from how close your faces are now, holding your breath as you watch him look at it before meeting your gaze. you resist the urge to swallow nervously, his teasing eyes now looking right into yours.

"pretty," he mumbles, "it'll do."

“pretty,” you say, laid out on the floor as your eyes roam the freshly painted wall yeosang just finished. “it’ll do.”

“oh will it? i’m glad,” yeosang quips sarcastically, paint on his face and his hair a mess of waves as you giggle into your hand.

keeping the sex of the baby a secret, unfortunately, meant that you and yeosang had no help in painting the nursery.

it was the second guest room that you two never even touched, the white and beige walls in desperate need of some color for your baby’s arrival.

today reminded you heavily of your and yeosang’s first official date, when you shopped around the store with him to pick out the paint for his pool house.

you remember feeling so nervous and out of your element during that time, his chest against your back as you pushed the cart making your heart pound in your chest.

your cheeks warm when your hear his chuckle, his footsteps moving toward you until his arms reach around you to grasp the bar of the cart.

"you know, you talk a lot of shit one minute and then get unbelievably nervous the next," he lowly mumbles in your ear. "quite easily, might i add."

"i'm not nervous," you snap, placing your hands in the middle of the bar as you to start to push it down the aisle. "what gave you that impression?"

“baby, can you hand me that brush please?” he hums softly, your eyes moving to him atop the ladder.

you nod your head with a small smile, doing your best to get up despite the size of your growing stomach; you had thought at this point you’d actually be a little tired of being pregnant but, much to your surprise, it wasn’t annoying you too much.

yet.

“here you go,” you squeak, throwing it up to him just for it to fly past him and clatter back onto the floor by your feet.

he presses his lips together so he doesn’t burst out laughing, his brow raised before you narrow your eyes. it’s a challenge but you eventually bend down and get it, yeosang’s deep chuckles in the background only making you pout.

“i was gonna start helping you again but i don’t think i should,” you say, defiance and a bratty edge in your tone that he’s secretly missed. “how can you laugh at me?”

“you’re just cute, love, i’m sorry,” he smiles, walking a few steps down and pecking a kiss on your head before continuing with the third wall.

you decided on three pastel blue walls with one accent wall of wallpaper, a mural of animals and pretty landscape where you’ll eventually put the baby’s name.

“we still have to decide on a name, you know,” you hum softly, looking around the room.

it stills fills you with a little disbelief that this is what you guys are preparing for, talking about a name for your child and preparing a room for the baby that’s quickly gonna make their appearance into the world.

“i know,” he smiles softly, eyes roaming your face to see it’s calm and tranquil. his number one goal during these past months was to keep you as calm and content as possible, the shaky start to the pregnancy still making him feel guilty.

he turns back to continue the last bit of paint, eyes tired and body aching from hours of painting up and down the walls. you insisted that they hire someone, knowing you wouldn’t be that much help, but he thought this was better.

because similar to you, he couldn’t help but think back to when you painted his pool house together.

when you two were just starting out and he was every bit as nervous and unfamiliar as you. he didn’t think he was deserving of you but he took you anyway, unable to control the feeling in his chest or overwhelmingly desire to see you.

watch your reactions and how you talk to him, even if most of the time you were yelling or rolling your eyes.

“this looks like the same blue we painted the pool house, no?” he asks suddenly, your head snapping up before a smile lights up your face.

you knew he probably remembered the date but you weren’t sure if he’d been thinking the same thing today too.

“it does,” you smile, walking over and picking up your paintbrush. you dip it in the tray and watch the bristles absorb the pretty blue, peeking up at him to see his eyebrows pinched in concentration.

“i think i like this one a little bit better though.”

“me too,” he hums back, a smile on his face that makes your heart jump.

he finishes the wall a few moments later, you still brushing the paint through the tray absentmindedly. his presence in front of you halts your movements, his hand reaching down to help you up gently.

you giggle and immediately accept his hand, pecking his lips as you apologize for not doing more.

“stop,” he chastises, voice soft and sweet as he places a gentle peck on your nose. “you didn’t have to do anything, i just wanted you with me.”

“yeah?” you quip softly, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth as you stare up at him. his eyes darken ever so slightly and you have to resist the urge to laugh, tightening your hold on the paintbrush hidden behind your back.

“mhm,” he hums lowly, his paint-covered hand reaching out to hold your cheek. “are you hungry? i can make you something or we can-”

and even despite his sweet words and even sweeter intentions, it doesn’t stop you from reaching out and smearing the paintbrush across his cheek.

and that's how the first tragedy started, you so boldly dipping your finger in the tray and poking two blue dots on his face.

he stared at you in shock for a second, like he was trying to decipher if you really just did that, while you held back the laugh desperate to bubble out of your chest.

"you didn't."

"i did," you say playfully, "and it shut you up for a few seconds so i just might do it-"

roller in hand, he's quick to smear it over your entire cheek, wet paint grazing your skin and the stray hairs that have fallen out of your bun. your gasp and open-mouthed stare causes his deep chuckle to echo through the pool-house, a sound so foreign to those walls.

"you got my whole face!" you yelp, holding your own roller out like it's a weapon. "i did two little specks on your cheek."

"two specks too many and now you look ridiculous. so i hope you're hap-"

you quickly roll the paint over both his cheeks now, first the right then the left, before dropping it in the pan and running over to the safe zone in the kitchen.

a smile crosses your face as you look at him with a giggle, the boy just standing there in disbelief before his neck snaps up to look at you.

"you're done," is all you hear his deep voice say, the dark teasing causing excitement to run through you until you see him going over to pick up the roller you dropped.

he only stares at you in shock for a few seconds, eyes flashing and face twisting before he shakes his head and grabs onto your waist tightly.

“you’re done.”

you shake your head as a teasing smile makes it way across your face, attempting to run out of the nursery to prevent another paint tragedy from occurring.

but he catches you gently around the waist before you can get further, his arms quickly scooping you up. he plops you down on the couch despite your protests, watching with soft amusement as you giggle and shake your head rapidly.

the rest of the night goes by in a flurry of teasing from him and giggles from you, sharing pizza and soda before it feels as if you hadn’t slept in hours; but this was one of the first days you’ve gone without a nap, your body on top of yeosang despite the ever-present fear you’re gonna crush him.

“if- if i get too heavy, just tell me to get off,” you mumble tiredly, your legs between his as your head rests on his chest.

he chuckles lightly against your head, wrapping his arms around your back and tightening his hold on you immediately.

“that’ll never happen,” he mumbles against your head, feeling your smile against his chest before your breaths even out and you’re fast asleep.

seven months:

it was at this point in the pregnancy you felt as if the happy glow was wearing off.

your stomach was huge, your back was aching, and any time you looked in the mirror, it’s like you didn’t recognize yourself.

your body wasn’t your body anymore and even your face looked different, cheeks fatter and nose wider in a way that, tonight in particular, was getting to you.

“he hates me. i know he does,” you cry out, mingi and yunho looking at you like you’ve grown five heads.

because after you slightly burnt the cookies in the oven you’d been craving, yeosang out with wooyoung and san helping them set up apartment furniture, you’d been on a hormonal, downward spiral since.

you felt big and ugly and undesirable.

you felt as if you looked miserable and depressed and like you didn’t wanna be a mother at all.

you felt like yeosang didn’t love you anymore, sick of doting on you and putting up with your naps and every thing else you’ve annoyed him with for the past seven months.

“i hate the guy most days, y/n, but i can tell you right now he loves you more than anyone else in the world. it’s the only reason i haven’t actually beat his ass.”

yunho lets out a snort, less at mingi’s words and more so at picturing his sweet fiancé beating someone up. but when the boy shoots his head toward him, he sends a smile and nod his way.

“mingi’s right, babe. he could absolutely beat him up and he hasn’t. because we know how much he loves you.”

“he might love me but he doesn’t like me,” you whine, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to overflow.

usually, the second these two boys see you on the verge of tears, they hate it. will do everything in their power to stop it because they hate seeing you so sad and upset.

but this is making them almost wanna laugh, knowing the hormones that come with the later part of the pregnancy can be very daunting.

“he likes you and he loves you, y/n, i can promise you that,” yunho says, the smile on his face making you pull your eyebrows together and let out more cries.

it’s upon yeosang opening the door a few moments later that yunho and mingi shoot up, rushing toward the boy who looks at them in surprise.

“what the-”

“she’s been crying all day and thinks you hate her.”

“actually, she thinks you love her but don’t like her,” mingi whispers, yeosang’s face twisting into one of confusion.

but before he can ask them to explain, or ask what the hell you even meant by that, he hears cries coming from the couch that have him rushing over before the two boys can say anything else.

“hey, my love. what’s wrong?” he asks, plopping down next to you and pulling you into him.

you slump against him immediately, missing him and his warmth despite the fact he was only gone for a few hours; you were usually clingy and needy at night but it appeared to get worse these days.

you only slump against him and shake your head, suddenly embarrassed and upset and just wanting everything to be over. you just want this baby out of you already, you want your body back to normal and you want to stop feeling like this some days.

the faint sound of the front door closing goes unheard by both of you, yeosang’s arm around you and your head on his chest before he pulls back and looks down at you.

“why’d they tell me you were crying all day?” yeosang questions softly, a frown on his face because the thought physically pains him. “and why do you think i don’t like you? i love you, baby.”

“i know.... i know you love me but i don’t think you like me anymore,” you whine, a smirk threatening to take over his face.

but he knows the last thing to do in front of a pregnant, hormonal woman is to laugh in the face of her emotional breakdown. so instead, he remains soft and gentle, pulling you on top of him and brushing his fingers through your hair as you whimper into him.

“i’m so sick of being pregnant, yeosang. i just feel like i’ve been annoying and tired and sleeping all day. i’m so big and ugly and my face has changed and i-”

“stop.”

his voice is deep and harsh and immediate, the command in his voice that you know means there will be no exceptions.

he sees your eyebrows pulled together in protest, his face softening before he cups yours and gently caresses your skin; he knows he can’t imagine how tiresome it is to go through this process but he also knows by no means are you ugly or incapable of doing this.

“i know you’re tired of this, baby, and i’m sorry. but you’re not ugly. you couldn’t be ugly if you tired, pretty girl,” he says, the pout on your lips making him smile and press a kiss on your mouth.

“and you gotta eat to keep my child healthy and strong, no?” he asks, his eyebrow raised as his hands lower to your round stomach.

he thought the transformation was amazing actually, what the human body could do and watching you become like this just to fit something he put inside you.

“so if you weren’t getting bigger, we’d be having problems. you’re doing so good, baby, you really are. and you’re gonna be such a good mom, too. you only have a little bit more to get through, okay?”

his words calm you as much as they make your heart flutter, the tears now swarming in your eyes one from happiness.

“so you do like me?”

and he didn’t expect that to be the next thing you say after that, a deep chuckle bubbling from his mouth that makes a wet giggle leave your own.

“yes, baby. i like you.”

eight months:

you thought nothing was gonna beat the panic you felt when you first found out you were pregnant.

your shaking hands and pounding heart and the overwhelming fear that you and yeosang weren’t gonna be able to get through this.

now, though, the fears feel much more real and much more terrifying.

knowing that, in just a month, a third person is gonna be a part of your little family. someone you’re gonna be completely and solely responsible for, making sure their needs are met and you raise them to be a good human being.

and it’s really hitting you tonight, after some mild cramping landed you in the doctor’s office where you were assured it was just your body’s response in preparing for labor.

but that was enough to completely scare you. leave you silent on the car ride home with your sweaty palm in yeosang’s and your mind racing a mile a minute.

“you’re quiet,” yeosang hums softly, the air between you thick as his thumb caresses your hand.

he felt a similar surge of panic rush through him when you told him about the mild discomfort in your stomach, all but jumping up and out the door to get you to the doctor immediately.

you make a noise of approval in the back of your throat, the only response other than the way you tighten in his hand in yours.

because right now, with all of these racing thoughts, you just wanna stop.

stop thinking about everything that could go wrong in the next month, the pain of labor and dealing with a newborn.

you wanna stop thinking about you and yeosang not handling the transition well, lashing out at each other after sleepless nights full of the baby’s crying as you try trying to adjust to this new life.

your walk up to the apartment is silent as well, going right into your room and plopping face down on the cold sheets.

the bed dips a few moments later and you make a tired groan when yeosang drags you up toward the pillows, placing you in front of him before leaning you back.

your back rests on his front for a few calming moments, his hands rubbing slowly over your stomach in a way he’s gotten used to over these past few days.

the moment you told him you had cramps, you weren’t surprised when he started doing that.

there hasn’t been a moment throughout this pregnancy when he wasn’t comforting you or assuring you in some way. holding your hand or stroking your hair and just making sure at all times, you were feeling happy and healthy.

but now it’s like you’re so beyond that point, tired and frustrated and just feeling so anxious about what’s to come.

“are you scared for her to come?”

yeosang’s hands stop on your stomach when he hears you utter those words, shifting your body until you’re sitting in front of him.

your eyes are wide and glossy and he can’t help but smile at how pretty you look, taking your face in his hands gently.

“of course i am,” he says honestly, not wanting to sugar coat anything or lie to you. “but i’m also excited to meet her. we’re as prepared as we can be, right? so we’ll just have to figure it out one day at a time.”

“i know,” you sigh out, that piece of advice everyone in your life is telling you. to take the early challenges of motherhood one day at a time; but you think it’s easier said than done, especially with a month left to just sit here and dwell on things.

“but i don’t know.... are we really ready? we’re not even married, yeosang. what if everyone at the hospital is like.... yikes.”

a snort leaves his mouth that he couldn’t hold back, not liking to laugh at the comments and exaggerations you make these days but sometimes not being able to help it.

“again, baby, if you wanna get married right now, i’ll go out and get a ring. but otherwise, no one is gonna say shit.”

“that’s not why i said it,” you whine, pushing him playfully and cracking a smile at his deep chuckle. “i’m just... scared about a lot of things again, yeosang. it was nice in, like, the middle of this. and it didn’t seem too bad. but now it’s all feeling very real again and i....i don’t know if i’ll be able to do it.”

“of course you’ll be able to do it,” yeosang mumbles softly, his fingers tracing shapes on your shoulder. “you made it this far, baby, and you’ve been doing so good. i already told mi that you’re gonna be better at this than me.”

a smile lights up your face as you hear him say your daughter’s name aloud, the long winded decision in picking your child’s name finally coming to an end last week.

you both had gone back and forth about what kind of names you wanted, discussing meanings and how it sounded and voting out what you absolutely didn’t want.

jang-mi was the name yeosang suggested that you immediately loved, could see it fitting right next to yours on a christmas card or shouting it through the apartment when she’s a crazy toddler.

“that’s funny because i told her the same thing,” you chuckle out quietly, letting out a sigh as you roll over and curl into him.

you were soaking in the bath one morning, all but demanding yeosang to sleep in one weekend when you felt her kicking inside you.

the first time you felt it all a few months ago, you remember nearly yelping. alarming yeosang to the severest degree and watching him rush into the living room to see you staring at him shock.

but he was just as fascinated and happy as you, feeling kicks from inside your stomach as prove that there really was a baby growing in there.

you’d gotten used to it though, every time you felt it talking to her quietly or giggling at the sensation.

telling her how excited you are to meet her despite your nerves, sharing stories or readings books and just informing her of the true chaos she’s gonna encounter with her father and uncles.

“i already know mingi’s gonna try to be strict with you but i think you’ll have him wrapped around your finger the tightest,” you predicted, above all else excited to see him interact with a baby.

“and your daddy’s gonna act like he doesn’t know what he’s doing or is bad at it. but i think he’ll be a lot better at this than me, jang-mi. he acts tough and strong and mean but he’s... the best man ever. and i’m happy he’s your dad.”

yeosang doesn’t have the heart to tell you he heard you in the bath that day, remembering how quickly tears were in his eyes and he was, for a brief moment, the happiest he’d ever felt in his life.

“then maybe we’ll both do a good job,” he hums quietly, already knowing full well that, whatever happens, she’s gonna have you both wrapped around her finger.

nine months:

your water broke two weeks early and nothing could have prepared you for the terror of that moment.

how one second, you were walking in the coffee shop with mingi and yunho and the next, wetness poured down your legs and onto the floor below you. the inside of your pink maternity dress was sticking uncomfortably, a confused expression overtaking your face.

“uhhh, guys...”

“i think i’m gonna get a scone,” yunho says, looking up at the menu despite going here for years.

“no, get the cookies again.”

“you never eat them, babe, why would we-”

“guys...”

“doesn’t he never eat the cookies, y/n?” yunho asks, his head turning to side-eye you before he notices your look of discomfort. “what’s wrong?”

and it’s at that that mingi turns his head, looking over your face before catching the wetness on your dress and at your feet. he looks from the floor to you several times, like he’s trying to put two and two together before his mouth hangs open almost comically.

but because he’s mingi, you should’ve known the words leaving his mouth were gonna be even more funny, even if you didn’t think it at the time.

“did you just piss?”

it’s yunho’s delayed realization that kicks everything into gear, his hand bouncing off mingi’s head before he exclaims that your water just broke.

excitement and shock and even a little bit of chaos erupts throughout the coffee shop in the minutes after, strangers asking if they could help and the barista’s you’ve come to know clapping their hands and looking on excitedly.

“call yeosang,” yunho says, flagging down a taxi just as the fear and anticipation start to build in you.

he answers on the 2nd ring when he sees mingi’s name pop up, knowing full well that the boy was spending the day with you; because he was actually guilty in demanding, with the due date just around the corner, that someone was with you at all times.

“hello?”

“yeosang...”

he doesn’t know how but the second he hears your voice, he can just tell something’s not right.

“what happened? is everything okay?”

you lick over your lips anxiously, knowing for the past nine months you guys have been both terrified and waiting for this day. just a few (or many) hours away from meeting your daughter.

“she’s coming.”

the line goes silent for a few moments, just the sound of his breathing before he starts to shuffle and rush toward his boss’s office.

you’re so lost in his words, assuring you that everything will be fine and that he’ll see you soon, you miss yunho and mingi share big smiles with one another, the former excitedly mouthing “it’s a girl,” just as the taxi pulls up to bring you to the hospital.

part 5

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justkeeptrekkin · 3 years

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@ariaste thank you for the Object Permanence prompt!

Meng Yao is only seconds away from snapping the pencil in his hand when the delivery arrives. He’s been sat on the phone trying to negotiate with the totally useless manager of a catering company; it’s really quite important that they get a good deal out of them, considering that this is for their biggest event yet. A charity event, no less, and so they have less money to work with (and yet, somehow, more morons to deal with).

And so, as he leans back in his desk chair and holds the phone to his ear with a pursed smile, the only thing that stops him from calmly breaking both the pencil in his hand and his phone is the distraction of the delivery man in the elevator doorway.

“Delivery for…” the postman winces as he looks at the name on the cardboard box in his hands. “Meng Yao?”

Meng Yao raises a finger to show he’s present, but remains on the phone as the catering company manager waffles on the other end.

“Ooh,” says MianMian. She stands up from her desk and rolls up her jacket sleeves before signing. “Thank you. Your timing could not be better.”

Su She is pretending not to be interested. He’s hidden behind his desktop, and is slowly to angling around the screen to view the cardboard box. Their office space is small and sparse, white walls and desks and very little else; Meng Yao watches MianMian’s short commute from the elevator doors to his desk, carrying the box with raised brows and a curious smile. She deposits it quietly on his desk and backs away.

“I understand that we hadn’t previously discussed the potential for extra guests, but as I’m sure you’re aware from your many years of experience, these things often change.” Meng Yao speaks down the phone and stands up, peering down at the top of the cardboard box. He can feel MianMian and Su She sending furtive glances in his direction. They don’t get deliveries often, and when they do, it’s either one of them who’s ordered it in for the office. “Customers change their minds regularly.”

Meng Yao takes a pair of scissors from his desk drawer. He presses his phone between his shoulder and cheek as he cuts through the brown tape. Had he ordered something for the office and forgotten about it? That feels very unlikely.

“Yes. Yes. I understand.” Meng Yao restrains a sigh and purses his lips. He suddenly feels a lot more dangerous with a pair of scissors in his hands. (There is a picture of Jin Guangshan’s face on a dartboard on the other end of their postage-stamp office. He could very easily hit bullseye from here.) “You’ll recall that this is for a charity event -- any reduction in price will not only be appreciated by the customer but also will reflect very well on you. I anticipate that we’ll be working with them often in the future. You would gain a lot of recognition from this if you were to agree.”

The whining voice on the end of the phone continues. Meng Yao opens the box and frowns at its contents. Plunging his hands inside, he pulls out from a cloud of packing peanuts a bouquet. A bouquet? No-- these aren’t flowers.

“That’s excellent news. It’s more appreciated than we can say,” Meng Yao consoles. “I know how much of a stress this is. Yes. I understand--”

It’s stationary. It’s a basket of stationary, arranged like a bouquet of flowers. And it isn’t ordinary stationary, either -- it’s artfully designed fountain pens; tastefully coloured highlighters that don’t immediately take him back to his university days of bright yellow ink leaking all over his hands; post-it notes with daily quotes on them; rose gold paperclips; fine ballpoint pens and file labels.

It’s so organised.

It’s Meng Yao’s idea of heaven.

For the first time that day, he finds himself smiling, despite the reluctant whinging going on in his ear. It’s a smile that makes his cheeks warm and his chest warm and the tips of his ears warm. “I’m so pleased we could agree on this. I’ll let the customers know. They’ll be very pleased. Yes. You too. Yes. Yes. Of course. Thank you. Goodbye.”

Meng Yao puts his work phone on the table and looks down at the basket of stationary.

“That’s so sweet,” Su She says. It sounds more jealous than anything. He’s eyeing the gift with his chin in his hands and a wrinkled brow.

“I personally find it offensive that we didn’t each get one,” MianMian announces, leaning back in her swivel chair. “Here we are, all working like dogs, and Meng Yao’s boyfriend leaves us out on the stationary deliveries.”

Meng Yao doesn’t deign to give either of them a response. Instead, he dips his hand into the packing peanuts and searches for a note. He pulls out a little card.

This seemed more useful than flowers. :) Love, Lan Huan.

Fucking hell, he knows him too well.

***

The day didn’t get much better after that. In fact, he received several more phone calls which seriously challenged his patience whilst dealing with morons quota-- which is saying something, since he’d thought that quota was endless. It was made somewhat more bearable, knowing what waits for him at home.

Meng Yao lets himself into their house. It’s still in the middle of being unpacked. By the looks of it, Lan Xichen has done a fair bit today whilst working from home; the living room is almost entirely finished, except for Meng Yao’s books, which he had wanted to arrange himself. There’s the smell of something familiar and warm the moment he steps through the door.

There’s Lan Xichen, too, on the sofa with a laptop. He turns and looks over his shoulder when Meng Yao comes in. “Welcome home,” he says with that slow smile. “How was today?”

There are so many answers Meng Yao could come up with. He sorts through them, finds the one that fits best, as if he’s trying on a pair of gloves. “Oh,” he sighs, hanging up his coat, “it was fine, thank you. Busy and somewhat grating, but fine.”

“Oh dear.” Lan Xichen sits up straighter and puts his laptop on the coffee table. He views Meng Yao with a wrinkle in his brow. “Grating?”

Meng Yao comes round to his side of the sofa slowly. He looks down at Lan Xichen with a tilted head. “Nothing too challenging.” He steps towards him, leans a knee on the sofa beside Lan Xichen. “Is A-Xing asleep?”

Lan Xichen’s hand reaches to take Meng Yao’s. He’s looking up at him in gentle surprise. “Yes.”

Right, then. Meng Yao smiles, swings his leg over Lan Xichen and settles in his lap, a hand on either side of his face. Lan Xichen manages to smile back before Meng Yao leans in and kisses him. It’s the kind of kissing that they don’t often have the chance to indulge in and that he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of: thoughtless and tangled up in each other. It makes him warm and heavy. It makes him want to go on forever -- kissing like teenagers, wrapped up on the sofa.

“I’ve always preferred practicality over sentiment.”

Parting for a moment to speak. “Your present made my day a lot better.”

Lan Xichen smiles against his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Lan Xichen rests his hands on his hips, leaves a small kiss. “Mm. I’m not sure if that’s true.”

He kisses back. “Oh?”

“Mm.” Another small kiss. “You’re more of a romantic than you realise.”

Meng Yao goes to nuzzle his neck. He kisses him there. He lets himself smile and take fistfuls of Lan Xichen’s shirt. “I’ll take your word for it.”

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crockettmarcel · 3 years

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sleeping in | 4000 miles!au

wc: 1186

prompt: medtober 2021, day five alt, “sleeping in”

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of birth

Crockett wakes to the sound of a car alarm going off outside, and without thinking, looks over to check on Sarah. She’s still asleep, curled up around the U-shaped pillow that’s been taking up most of the bed for the last four months, and he breathes a sigh of relief. The third trimester has been hell for her, leaving her constantly exhausted, and being woken up early for no reason is the last thing she needs.

Carefully, Crockett pulls the covers back, then gets out of bed and tiptoes across the room to the door. Sarah hasn’t stirred, and for a moment, Crockett just stands and watches her, heart so full he’s sure it will burst. She’s beautiful, and he has to resist the urge to lean down and kiss her. That would wake her for sure, so instead, he leaves, gently shutting the door behind him, then makes his way to the bathroom.

He showers quickly, then, with a towel wrapped around his waist, brushes his teeth and works his way through his morning skincare routine. He’s got it down to a fine art by now, and five minutes later, he’s hung his towel up to dry and is getting dressed. Every night, he leaves his clothes for the next day folded on a shelf in the bathroom, so that he doesn’t end up disturbing Sarah by trying to find clothes while she’s sleeping in (because no matter how quiet he tries to be, something always manages to go wrong).

After opening the window to let the bathroom air out, he heads to the kitchen, pausing outside the bedroom to check if Sarah’s still asleep. There’s no sound coming from inside, and he hadn’t heard the door open at any point while he was in the bathroom, so he guesses that she is and continues on his way.

As soon as he gets there, he beelines for the coffee machine, grabbing a mug and one of the extra strong pods to give him the energy boost he’s so desperate for. He’d planned on going out to buy things to make breakfast for Sarah, but there’s no telling how long it will be until she’s ready to eat, so he rummages in the snack cupboard until he finds one of Sarah’s chocolate and peanut butter protein bars to have with his coffee.

(And of course makes a note on his phone to buy another box of them, just in case.)

He takes the mug and protein bar over to the armchair by the window and watches the city come to life as he drinks. It’s bright outside already, the sky that pale blue you only get in the summer, but there are so few people around. Like him, they’re probably still getting ready for the day ahead, and as he stares at the windows of the apartment block opposite, he can’t help wondering what the people inside are like.

Sarah’s still not out of bed by the time he finishes his coffee, and as much as he wishes she was here with him, he’s glad that she’s finally getting some proper sleep. After the stress of the previous day, when they were sure that the twins were going to be making their arrival, god knows she deserves it.

There’s nothing left for him to do in the apartment, so he puts his mug in the sink to wash later, then grabs his wallet and keys and leaves to go and get their breakfast.

It’s a quick drive to the nearest grocery store, and once he’s there, he easily finds what he needs. There are only a few other shoppers, mostly elderly people, and a couple of parents with young children, who he guesses have been up for hours already. That will be you in a couple of weeks, a voice in his head reminds him, and he’s almost giddy with excitement at the thought of it.

When he leaves the store, everything around him feels more alive. There are more cars on the road, more people walking up and down the streets, and the sun is brighter than when he was having his coffee. Chicago’s a beautiful city, he thinks as he turns onto his street, and he’s so grateful to get to raise his daughters here.

He takes the elevator up to the apartment — walking up all those stairs with heavy shopping bags is never fun — and is about to put his key in the lock when the door opens for him.

“I heard you walking down the corridor. You’re not good at being quiet,” Sarah explains. “Do you want me to take one of those?” She holds a hand out to take a bag, but Crockett just shakes his head.

“I’ve got it. Pregnant women aren’t supposed to carry things.”

“Whatever you say.”

With one hand on her bump, she follows him through to the kitchen, then takes a seat on one of the stools at the island while he unpacks everything.

“So, how long have you been awake, darlin’?” He asks, going back and forth between the island and the fridge.

“I woke up when you were in the bathroom. The twins have been giving me hell all morning.”

Crockett pauses, raising an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Well, yeah. That was the point.”

He smiles, then throws a packet of something in her direction. “Almonds. You said you were craving them last night, so I got some while I was out.”

“Have I ever told you I love you? Because I do.”

“I love you too.”

The rest of the food doesn’t need to be unpacked straight away, so he makes his way around to the other side of the island to stand behind Sarah. He places both hands on her bump, and almost immediately, he’s met with kicks against his palms, from what he can only guess is both twins. This is the thing he’ll miss the most when they’re here, although, judging by the look on Sarah’s face, she doesn’t feel the same way.

“This might be a cute bonding moment for the three of you, but right now I’m being pummeled from the inside, so do you maybe want to not be doing this?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, kissing the top of her head. “If it makes you feel any better, your hair smells nice.”

“It doesn’t. Thanks for trying though.”

For a moment, the two of them stay where they are, Sarah leaning her head back against his shoulder, and him still with one hand on her stomach, until finally, she speaks up.

“So… is breakfast happening anytime soon?”

He nods, then pulls away to go back to the other side of the island.

“Avocado toast okay? I know that’s what you’ve been liking recently, but I can do pancakes if you’d prefer.”

“No, that sounds perfect. We still have hot sauce, right?”

“We do…” He lets his voice trail off, looking expectantly at Sarah for an explanation.

“Some people think spice can induce labour, and I’m done waiting to have these babies.”

#chicago med #sarah reese #crockett marcel #4000 miles!au #medtober2021 #writing #mine #this hasn't been proofread i'm so sorry

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frogtanii · 3 years

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It’s wind anon! (Imagine me as the screeching seagull meme) just pushing through the week. Getting the test out of my mind—it just sucks because there’s always this one test that I completely mess up on—and as someone who has to deal with all honors classes and my grades tend to be good, every time I fail to meet up to expectations my stress skyrockets. (Imagine a world where grades don’t matter and school is learning based rather than mark based...) Family pressures too—okay, wind anon is done ranting.

The update! The drama—I was there the moment it updated and I saw the comments rush in and I was laughing real hard.

But my reaction to the update!

Osamu POV :0!!! The insecurity... “all it did was remind him that he was alone”— I empathize because gosh, that is so real.

The attachment to Meiko though... his emotional state is on a very unstable tightrope. “Osamu had Meiko and he used to have Daichi and Iwaizumi...” that entire section has all my red flags raised. He’s going to completely break when everything comes out.

The loud clang startled me though. I was like “!!!” But it was our YN! Our kind, wonderful YN!! Trying to get snacks wwwwww.

Osamu thinking YN is cute :0 I be having a lot of thoughts about that but him squishing it down is fair. He considers himself to be in a committed relationship (though Meiko does not reciprocate and I am ready to fight regarding that) but I can respect his devotion (even if it is very misguided).

But. “After all, you were the reason Atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore.” My gosh. What do I even say about this? Because the blame is entirely thrown off. I mean, you mentioned before Atsumu had a specific reason for believing in you over Meiko so I’m still waiting for that but Osamu is thinking something wrong but it’s a human action. It’s so easy to blame people to make yourself feel better. And your brain can do it without you realizing the depths of what has been thought.

Osamu being angry (!!!) and being a complete utter douche. YN literally just wanted a bag of chips and you’re here, crowding them in the pantry and being hostile. I don’t have much to say about it because he realized his mistake but by then he already stressed YN really badly and I am...(long sigh).

Atsumu to the rescue. We appreciate Atsumu very very much in this house. It really sucks that Osamu and Atsumu are confronting like this—I mean, Atsumu has been fighting a bit and Osamu had not really been listening to Atsumu on his own end prior to this confrontation so I’m...exhausted and a bit sad in the “It can’t be helped” kind of way.

“Osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.” It couldn’t be helped considering how everything developed but...it still hurts my chest a bit, y’know? And then Osamu tries to apologize and I’m ready (so so ready) for them to communicate because they desperately need to—

But then Meiko comes in (I am...ready to throw stuff at her. Lots of stuff. Packing peanuts. All squeaky and annoying and bad for the environment just like she is—or something like that, I dunno, I’m half dead because I’m dealing with cramps rn) and all my wishes for them to finally have that much needed conversation where Osamu can finally break down and cry—all my wishes are turned to ash like.

(Angry Wind anon noises)

Meiko rubbing her makeup all over Osamu’s shirt like he is a rag. What in the... And her 4 inch heels please, I cannot, why, I can’t deal with this, I can’t, don’t make me get close to her because I’m like Yachi (stressed out of my mind). Please don’t do this to me. But yeah, Meiko with her poor makeup that doesn’t stay on her face. What the heck....

And Meiko’s scent... gross. Like, brown sugar, cute, nice, baked goods do smell really nice, (ever add a bunch of vanilla extract to a recipe? It like, perfumes around everywhere, it’s insane and wonderful) but chances are (because it’s Meiko), it’s overbearingly sweet. Chinese food (I do not trust her taste in Chinese food to be frank), I happen to come from a Chinese family, I have Chinese food for dinner like everyday, it would take a lot to be able to get that sort of scent on you. And I do mean a lot. And hairspray??? Chemical? I do not,,, I,,, Osamu, why would you breathe that in? It’s gonna be real bad for your lungs? And we already know Meiko smokes as well—your lung health, please value it—

And then the Suna entrance. Wonderfully done fr0ggy!

Final thoughts, I am very much projecting onto Yachi rn. Yachi has been in the house for less than a week and she already has to deal with this. The company should give her a raise. My gosh.

Anyway, might as well do a thoughts/headcanon thing because it’s been a while and my mind is still on gem/jewel stuff (so hope you don’t mind!)

Okay, so Kenma I think would go with a warm colored gemstone, and citrine would work well with him! “Protection against evil thoughts” because we know Meiko has ramped up is insecurity and lowered his self-esteem.

I mentioned this before last time but Sakusa is definitely onyx. That black is iconic, and “sharpening wit” would make sense with his grace for word play and snark.

Akaashi is an interesting one...I think sapphire. I mean, sapphire can have many colors besides the classic dark blue, so that’s one thing, but it’s known for “loyalty and a pledge of trust” which Akaashi gave. I think it’s suitable for him.

Suga...initially I was thinking pearl would match him in terms of appearance, but actually looking at my reference, turquoise would work really really well with him. “Protect from evil, maintain virtue, bring good luck”. Would work well.

For Atsumu and Osamu I wanted something that could represent their duality. My first thought was gold and silver. I mean, it’d fit in terms of appearance but I’m not sure that would be the best comparison. Gold doesn’t rust so it fits Atsumu who never fell for Meiko’s tricks. Silver has been said to vanquish dark/evil beings (vampires, werewolves, the classic silver bullets and stakes). It would be interesting to see if the comparison will apply to today’s update :D!

I like how my brain shut off and couldn’t remember anyone else for a second—anyway, Oikawa... every time I think of him, I want some hue of blue wwww. I guess Aquamarine “soothing influence” would work. Since he joined YN’s side, he has been able to see the big picture and be a voice of reason. He’s thoughtful and I think aquamarine which encourages long relationships is suitable because that is what he wanted. So yes, aquamarine.

Bokuto...is a tough one. I’m trying to still keep with their color schemes a bit. I think carnelian would work. “Health, luck, bold energy, warmth, joy”—it would represent him fine. It’s a bit more orange than I would prefer but it suits him so I think it’s okay.

Iwaizumi... emerald? I mean, he does suit green tones, and “rebirth, regeneration, new hope” would work just fine for him.

Right now my brain is complete mush and I can’t think of anything for Kuroo and Daichi. Like, Kuroo would be red, sure, but the more famous ruby/garnet I think don’t represent him fully because he is still rather contained. Hmm, would need to think about them more.

But I’d like your thoughts on this too :D!!

I wanna do something suitable for all colors for YN, so opal! YN has many different parts and colors and is overall a very vivid person—if you tilt opal, you see more and more faces and things underneath being brought into your eyes. YN may be seen from many different perspectives, but YN is always beautiful and amazing. So opal is what I think YN would be.

Anyway, I’ll end here :D! Need to eat lunch. Much love towards you fr0ggy! Make sure you eat and rest up too~ drink some water or any other fluid to hydrate! And keep warm too. Much love to all the fans and supporters and ask senders too! It’s really awesome seeing and hearing from all of you and seeing new faces with the old. Love the excitement and points you all bring up—makes my brain happy.

MAJDKD I NEED TO POST THE NEW CHAPTER BUT I HAD TO RESPOND TO THIS FIRST BESTIE ILY N I LOVE TUIS — I AM OBSESSED W THE CRYSTAL (??) STUFF??? IVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD IT BUT I THINK YOIVE EXPLAINED EACH GEM N WHY SO BEAUTIFULLY I AM IN LOVE W U KITH KITH UR SO LOVELY HAVE AN AMAZING DAY (sending u good vibes n anti-stress love >333)

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #wind anon

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alch3mic · 3 years

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in between. (drabble series)

chapter five (comfort.)

cheshire!sans x gender neutral reader. 3k+ word count.

please be advised for themes of addiction, drugs, alcohol, self deprecating thoughts and apathetic feelings.

* it’s time for our dear underlust sans, cheshire, to have his turn! if you’d like to check out more about our resident catboy, feel free to check out his tag here on my tumblr! thank you and i hope you enjoy!

Don't get attached.

That seems like a pretty simple motto to live by, huh?

Well that's because.... it was.

In a world that cared little for anything beyond their momentary value, it was easy to not get attached. Everything changed day by day in this fast paced life. There was always a new video to look at, or a new phone to buy. Always a new trend to jump on or a new topic to talk about. You didn't form attachments to those things, you just used them to pad out your day so you didn't have to think about your meaningless existence, and then you were done with it.

You got rid of it.

Threw it out.

Forgot about it.

It no longer mattered because it no longer entertained you.

There was always something newer and shinier to look at just around the corner anyways, so.. why would you think twice about it?

Things were just.. easier.. when you didn't get attached...

You.. couldn't feel the pain of being let go.. if there was nothing holding you there in the first place.

.....

A shame he had to learn that the hard way, but that was life.

This world treated it's people like a commodity, always being bought and sold for their looks, money or talents.

Anything else was just worthless.

Filler.

Like packing peanuts that belonged in the garbage after you stripped a box of its goods.

Nobody cared how you felt.

Your emotions didn't matter in the slightest.

All that really mattered is that you played your part.

You spoke your empty words.

You did your flashy dance.

..You sold your soul.

..And then.. you'd collect your earnings and leave so you could go and buy the newest phone model you had your eye on.

.....

Emotions were.. well..

...Worthless.

...Just like they always were..

Just like they had been.. back in his own Underground.

Which is why, on that day..

When that realization set into Sans' bones that the surface really was no different..

That it didn't matter what he did..

Or how he felt..

...He swore to himself...

That he'd never get attached.

......

..And that's exactly why...

He could never forgive you.

Because in a world that was ever changing..

Day by day...

And always moving forward...

..How dare you stay the same.

Ah.. dammit!

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

It just wasn't fair..!

Just what the hell was wrong with you anyways?

He went to all that stupid trouble to close all those damn doors!

He boarded up every stupid window and stuffed everything shut as tightly as he could!

He gathered up all those loose emotions, tied them with a lock and a chain, and then threw them into the basement to never see the damn light of day again!

He even threw away the damn key to it all and yet...!

..And yet...

Somehow.. someway.. you still..

Weaseled your way right into his soul.

....

It just wasn't fair.

...He hated it.

..Or.. rather.. himself.

Because despite the fact that you were the one who did this, even after his multiple attempts to shove you away.... he could never say he actually hated you.

....

Maybe jokingly but..

No.. he could never actually hate you..

Despite how hard he tried.

You were just so damn.. persistent.

Not even in the annoying way! You were just..! Always there!

Really..

How dare you.. become someone that meant something to him!

How dare become a pillar of support for him to lean on!

How dare you open your arms to him, offering your gentle words and affirmations to him like he deserved them or something, and letting yourself become such a comfort that he actually sought you out now to help mend these pieces of his broken soul.

....

H-how dare you..

...Always be there for him.

Time and time again you were.. just..!

There!

You were always there!

Why were you always there!?

Christ, it's like you really had nothing better to do!

What, was he just your entertainment!?

A cute little show!?

Did you just want a front row seat to how much of a mess he really was because you were that bored!? Is that why you were always there!? Is that why you always picked up the phone when he called, no matter the starsdamned hour of the day? Is that why you were always there... no matter how far it was..? ..Rain or shine.. snow, hail or even when the damn wind was blowing nearly everything off its feet you were..

You were.. always..

....

There.

And that was just so damn unforgivable.

.....

There were times when he wished to himself.. that you had always been there.

...Way before.. he became like this.

Maybe he wouldn't have been such a mess if he had you in the first place but..

Life just wasn't fair, now was it?

He wanted to be angry about it still.

To blame you.

But he couldn't.

Really all he had to blame was himself.

He.. betrayed his own promise.

He had sworn to himself on that day that he'd never get attached.. and yet here he was.. more dependent upon you than he had been for anyone else in his life.

..Even to his own brother.. who had really seen him at some real bad lows.

But you..

You saw him at rock bottom.. and yet..

...You were still here...

.....

Really, you were by all accounts, an anomaly.

An outlier.

Someone who shouldn't be counted with the rest, because unlike the usual scum of this city.. you were...

Well you certainly weren't a ray of sunshine, that's for sure.

A little stoic and kinda stone faced, which probably worked to your benefit because people seemed to shy away from asking things of you, but..

You were.. different.

Despite the fact that you grew up here in Ebott, a vile city filled to the brim with criminals and thieves who ate people up for breakfast and then spat them out before lunch.. you.. were.. still you.

Calm.

Insightful.

...Caring..

..And... dependable.

....

...And how...

How was he not supposed to get attached to you?

..When you were always there for him..

Like now, as you held him steadily in your arms while he so desperately clung on to you as if you'd run away if he let you go. Of course a part of him was always scared you would because.. why wouldn't you?

What could someone like you possibly see in someone like him..?

Someone.. shallow and.. terrible with a whole novel's worth of issues.

Not at all good at comforting people.

Fickle and who practically ran at the first signs of trouble.

If he were you..

Well.. he would've given up on himself a long time ago.

..So.. why did you.. stay..?

.....

He was too scared to ask that question.

Too scared of the answer that may come from your lips, even though those words might just save him...

..Because he was absolutely certain that they'd actually just be the final nail that turns him to dust..

So he pushed the thought far from his mind to the back to die with the rest of his unnecessary feelings. Not that it was hard really, Sans' mind was a bloody fucking mess, clouded by a horrid mixture of alcohol and drugs that had him feeling on top of the world just a measly few hours ago.

Stars.. it really was easy to get lost in that madness wasn't it?

..Into the pleasure and fun that came at the end of a bottle, or at the end of another hit.

In a way.... it was just like magic.

In an instant, all those troubles that clouded your mind would seem so far away...

For a while you'd be unburdened by responsibility or society.

You'd let go of the constraints holding you back, you'd let loose and finally just be free.

Your mind would let go of it's troubling thoughts..

Of things... and...

..People...

......

You'd have fun without stress.

You'd lose yourself to the motions

To movements.

To the descent.

..To the fall.

Down.

Down the rabbit hole you'd go.

....

But with every fall.

Came a landing.

....

Right to the very bottom... and you'd suffer the consequences of your descent.

Now that once hypnotic neon that drew him into this club seemed sickening to his eyesockets, and the smell of smoke mixed with sweat and grease made him want to hurl. He didn't want to hear anymore words spoken by anyone else, much less those so called 'friends' who invited him here in the first place. Their words had long faded away to numbing static in the background now that the intense music was gone. He was sick of their empty flattery and jealous praises anyways, all trying to catch his attention so they could use him as a footstool to higher society. The only reason they invited him here was to get some damn clout for themselves and he was lonely enough to accept the offer because...

For once, you weren't there.

.....

Well you were technically there, because you always told him to call if he ever needed you, you just weren't like... there there!

..And he was feeling sad and...!

You weren't.. well-!

It's just-! He.. just-!

....

He didn't want to...

.....

Ugh.

It didn't matter.

He was just tired of it now. Tired of those damn pieces of trash..

They deserved to sit in the dumpster where they belong, but he was too fucked up to put them there so instead he just let it become background noise.

He wanted nothing more than to stay right here, in the only place he really felt at ease.

..With you.

So he turned his head away from it all and breathed in deep, a familiar scent washing away the muck that clung to the edges of his mind. It was fresh and a bit misty, like the scent of rain just before it fell with just a small hint of earthiness, and it brought him such a sense of..

..Comfort.

Just... like it always did.

Just like you always did, whenever you were around.

It made him clutch on to you all the tighter as he buried his head further into your shoulder, wanting to be lost in the mellow scents of your coat and the steady rhythmic beating of your heart as you spoke softly to someone else.

He was just..

Tired.

Tired of this, and tired of that.

Really he was tired of everything and just wanted to.. go..

"...home," he slurred, clearly interrupting your conversation with someone but not having the slightest care in the world.

His skull could hardly make sense of what was being said anyways, still washed up in the dizzying effects of alcohol and.. whatever else he took, but he really didn't care.

He wanted to go home.

That's why he had messaged you in the first place.

So you could come pick him up, yet again, and take him back home.

At least.. he hoped that's why you were here.

Who knows, maybe you'd finally come to your senses and would just dunk him in the trash can where he belonged.

"We're heading out in just a second, alright?" you said gently, your words cutting clear through his own thoughts.

.....

He barely turned his head to peek at you, catching the vague shape of your face through the fluorescent neon.

Funny.. how just your tone settled his troubled mind, almost making him feel silly for thinking you'd abandon him. Even if he didn't understand why in the slightest, you clearly cared for him. It came through in the way you spoke, and in the way you held on to him, like he was something precious and worth keeping.

...He just really didn't get it..

So he didn't think about it, instead just squeezing his eyesockets and letting out.. a noise in response.

..Really it was more like a painful, almost guttural groan, but he didn't want to acknowledge how unattractive it sounded, so a noise it was.

Thankfully it was enough.

"Just hang tight."

And then you spoke again, but not to him, so he let your voice fall to the side too, the gentle rumblings steadying him as he buried his face back to his usual spot.

For right here, in the small space between your neck and your shoulder was his own personal Wonderland. It was the same place his skull always went, whenever you two were close. The place he buried his face when he cried, or where he turned his head away to escape from it all. He loved to feel the pleasant heat of your skin against his cheek, and let those soft and subtle scents wash over him once more.

He really could just.. get lost in it.

He'd stay there forever, if you'd let him.

And that's exactly why he could never forgive you.

Because.. you did.

Time and time again you gave him that place all to himself, without question or complaint.

You let him come undone in so many ways in that small space, that house he had built for himself and boarded up.. no longer felt like home.

..And the feelings that he had locked away tight..

They were always so close to just.. coming out.

They threatened to spill from his mouth and dirty your jacket with their sullied words.

His admiration.

His respect.

His... love... for you..

..And all that you've done.

They danced tantalizingly on the end of his tongue, sometimes escaping in the friendly ‘I love you’s you both shared, or passed through his fingertips when your hands gently brushed, sending shocks to his soul. They seeped into almost every action and he..

Well..

A part of him felt like he was going to just go crazy over it..!

Or maybe.. he always had...

But for every moment he stayed in your presence it lingered..

And it swished and swirled... bubbling at the surface and just threatening to...

Break.. loose..!

"You doing okay?"

No.

No, he really wasn't doing okay.

Really he wasn't.

The words.. they were...

Slipping...

No...

He was...!

..Going to..!

"....i think i'm going to throw up."

"...Ah."

......

He probably would've been angrier if that wasn't the truth.

The excess magic bubbling in his soul was threatening to rush out thanks to the alcohol, and he certainly didn't want that spilling out of his ribcage so the only other option was out from where it came.

"Can you hold it?"

Ya know, normally that kind of question might've been seen as insensitive given the circumstance, but you very well knew Sans hated throwing up in public areas because it was... well kinda gross.

"..yeah.."

"Then let's go home."

And that was it.

You looked back to whomever you were speaking to and said your goodbyes before turning and heading out of the club with him in your arms while he tried to cling to you like a koala.

The awful neon was fading away along with the horrid smells, leaving him in just the gentle presence of you..

At least until you opened the door to the outside world the city lights and smells hit him like a fucking truck. He cringed, for even in the late hour the lights were in full shine and cars honked aggressively at each other in the streets. It was overwhelming and only made him retreat farther into arms, trying to escape from it.

Oh great, here comes the nausea again.

He groaned and you thankfully put a bit more pep in your step as you headed into the musky night air, finally reaching your car after what felt like a small eternity.

He had felt the keys already in your hand when you picked him up, and now you carefully tried to unlock the car door while maintaining your hold. It was surely a fairly easy task, considering the two of you had been in this exact position so many times before, and it wasn't long before you opened the door and tried to place him into the passenger seat.

"...You know you gotta let go so we can go home."

".....no."

He could feel your breathy laugh brush past his skull and neck, nearly making him tremble, but he still held on tight.

Sans just didn't want to let you go.

"..Please?"

.........

He.. reluctantly released his grasp, slowly sliding into the seat as he already began missing your warmth. His eyes automatically slipped shut, feeling more relaxed in the familiar space of your car. The passenger side seat was still just how he left it, tilted back just enough so he could nap comfortably.

"Just a sec."

"...mmmhh."

At least it was a more attractive sound this time.

Then he waited.. for what felt like another small eternity, almost tempted to brave the bright world to look at you before he was joined by a pleasant warmth, and the soft scents of rain and earth.

You laid your jacket on him, and he quickly hugged on to it while you busied yourself with buckling him in. Another easy task, as he heard the click of the seatbelt in place, and felt your presence leave him once more. He barely cracking his eyesockets open to catch your gaze, and for the briefest of moments he was greeted by your smile

"Was it fun?"

"...no.."

You let out a snort, shaking your head at his bluntness before standing up closing the door.

One last small eternity later and you opened up the driver side door, seating yourself before buckling yourself in.

"If I remember correctly you didn't have fun the last time you went out with her either, so why go?" you asked, turning the key and starting your car.

There was no judgement in your tone, more like a genuine curiosity. Surely it must've seemed dumb to keep torturing yourself in the presence of people you didn't like.. but..

"i'unno..." he muttered.

He was lonely.

"..jus didn' have anythin' else...since you were gone.."

There was a small pause as he watched your brows furrow, but you kept your gaze ahead as you pulled out of the parking lot and into the busy streets of Ebott.

"Well I did invite you," you reminded him and he let a small huff.

"i didn' wanna... intrude.. on your.. family... whatever."

"You know my mom wouldn't mind."

"...i know.."

Urgh.

Darn that woman for being almost as equally likeable as you were.

Really.. at first he could hardly believe the two of you were related with how bright and cheerful your mother was compared to your rather indifferent demeanor, but you both had that same tenderness that shone through in the way you cared for people.

...She always made him feel so welcome anytime he came around.

Like family..

....

And yet...

He didn't want to sully such a happy image with someone like himself.

So instead of joining you for an evening of board games and home cooked meals with your mom, he filled his meaningless life with people who were just as meaningless. He stuffed that empty skull of his with hollow praises, and anything that'd take these vile feelings away.

He didn't deserve this.

He didn't deserve.. you.

He deserved to be used up.

Thrown out.

And forgotten.

..Just like the rest of the people like him..

So... why did you refuse to let him go?

....

Once again he was too scared to ask.

Too scared of the answer he might receive, even if there was a possibility that it could save him. He just wanted to keep holding onto this. On to you, in hopes that you'd still just always be there for him.

Just like.. you always were.

....

He let out another huff, feeling those words threatening to spill forth again as he clutched on to your jacket. His hand wandered over to the same place it always did when he felt like shit but couldn't say it, to the middle console where it waited patiently.

His patience was rewarded, one small eternity later, when he felt your hand gently settle over his.

There was nothing more he could do to keep the words from spilling forth.

"i love you..."

And he meant it, with every fiber of his soul.

"I love you too Sans."

..Not in the same way, he knew, but...

This was still just enough.

Enough to keep him here.

Enough to keep him going, with the hope that maybe some day.. you would really love him too, in the same ways that he loved you.

#it's real sad boi hours #luckily he always has you #cheshire!sans #sans #undertale #underlust #lust sans #undertale fic #long post #fic #fanfic #alchohol tw #drugs tw #drabble #alch!writes #inbetween!fic #one left!

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 3 years

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Undercover - Chapter 5

Chapter Selection

It was so hot, I was begging for it. His lips grazing mine I lunged forward and captured his lips.

My tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed back only to pull away when I was about to get out from his grasp.

He brought me up making me straddle his lap. His budge wanting to be released. My core was directly over him; I was practically dripping. I made slow movements not wanting him to notice.

I slowly grinded onto him making him groan; he opened his eyes and flipped me over. He was hovering over me while holding my hands above my head.

"Stay here", he got up walked over to his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Latching my hands onto the headboard. His fingers went into the waistband on my underwear and he pulled them down with his teeth, taking his time.

He came back up and peppered kisses along my jaw an down my neck to my breasts. He put his mouth around my nipple, flicking his tongue over it.

I arched my back and hissed through my teeth, "Fuck." His hand making its way down to my pussy.

Teasing me his finger ghosted over my center; He run his finger up my slit. I moaned his name loudly, his hand going straight over my mouth.

"Baby if you want me to keep going you need to be quiet, can you do that for me."

"Yes, sir." Returning to his movements, slipping on finger into me. "Baby you're so wet."

I buck my hips and pleaded for him to keep going. He massaged my walls finding my g-spot and going continuously over it.

His kisses moving down my stomach till I felt his breath directly over my core. I hummed, "Baby please."

His tongue was on my clit but he didn't move it. I bucked my hips to urge him and he took it. Crying out, "Aaron please take the cuffs off, I wanna touch you."

Aaron looked up at me and agreed taking off the cuffs, "You have to ask permission to touch me." With that he returned to what he was doing.

His fingers pumping in and out when my stomach started to tighten.

My orgasm coming closer and closer as went down on me. "Aaron I-", I couldn't speak but he knew I was close. Just as I was about to cum his stopped.

"Why'd you stop", I wined. He looked up at me; his eyes were dark with lust and something else.

"I'm not done with you yet." He mumbled

"Get on your knees." He ordered and I was quick to obey. Getting on my knees I untied his pajamas pulling them down and throwing them across the room; then I removed his boxers.

His cock was twitching with just my breath on it. "Open", he ordered again. He shoved his cock in my mouth. Grabbing my hair to make the movements himself.

I was just something to get him off but I wasn't mad at it. The taste of his pre cum spread throughout my mouth urging me to do the work myself.

I grabbed his dick and pumped what I couldn't fit. He looked down at me and I met his gaze as I took all of him.

I relaxed my throat taking it; I gaged around him making him pulse in my mouth. He was close and right when he was about to cum I stopped and got up and faced him.

"If I can't cum then you can't either." He didn't like that answer. Leaning in closer, "You want me fuck you already."

I didn't answer I jumped onto him. My legs wrapping around him; my hand guiding his cock into my pussy with ease.

His hands ran up and down my back making small stratches as he slammed into me, but he stopped.

"I want you to see yourself." He walked us over to the mirror and I saw how flushed I looked. I got off of him and he pinned me to the desk in front of the mirror, "I want you to watch."

He slammed back into me, my hands not supporting my weight; I hit the cold desk sending a shock through my body. His dick hitting all the right places at a new angle.

I watched when he threw his head back, hands gripping my hips leaving bruises behind. He mumbled a number of curses and moans. I watched as my eyes dilated and sweat started to form on my face.

I rested my head on the desk trying to bring myself back up; when wrapped his hand in my hair making me look up. His rugged breath felt like fire on my skin when he knelt down lining kisses on my back; still thrusting into me

My edge started to build again when I clenched around him; letting out a loud moan. His hand went underneath me rubbing circles on my swollen clit.

"Cum for me little girl", his words pushing me further; my orgasm coursing through my body, feeling it from top to bottom.

He didn't stop and I went limp. The overstimulation becoming too much. "Please I can-", he slowed down. "Come on little girl one more, you can do it", he used a soft but aggressive voice. He sped up return to his pace.

My legs were shaking while the rest of my body was twitching. I clenched around him to make him finish faster.

The thrusts becoming sloppy when I felt him pulse inside me and release. A second wave running through.

Aaron rested his head on my back as he praised me. "Good girl", he pulled out and we both winced. "Baby...can you help me", I asked Aaron and he laughed. "Are you okay", he asked as we walked to the bathroom. He put me on the toilet and I peed.

I hummed while he cleaned me up; grabbing a rag and wiping between my legs. He helped me to the bed, "You still need my help?" I said no even though I didn't mean it.

I had what felt like jolts of electricity moving through my legs every step I took.

I just laid down; he was next to me, his head on mine whispering sweet nothings into my ear. His breath on my neck was relaxing.

I could've stayed there forever.

I was Curled up in his arms. His fingers running up and down my arm writing his name. Closing my eyes I smiled at his words. I nipped at his chest, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight princess."

Team POV

Morgan- Morgan was awoken by the sounds of screaming. He jolted up and looked around, the sound coming from the room down the halls. "Aa-", was yelled from the room. He laughed to himself knowing that it wasn't anything serious just a couple being a little too loud.

What he didn't know was that his boss was fucking his coworker into oblivion. He went back to sleep trying to block out the sound of the happy couple.

JJ and Emily- They were interrupted with the same yelling. They were doing there own thing; trying to block out the sounds they continued but it wasn't a use. JJ sighed and moved off of Emily. "Em let's just go to bed."

Emily wasn't excited about it but agreed, "Fine but if I find out who those people are i's fucking punching them.

JJ giggled and laid down with Emily by her side an dithery went to sleep.

Rossi- Dave was woken up with he phone ringing. He rolled over and answered, "Rossi."

The person on the other line had tears running down their face, they sounded like they'd been crying for hours. "Ros- Rossi."

Rossi sat up, "Reid what is it." Reid couldn't form words, his voice kept breaking up. "I was seeing my mom an- she uh she passed before I got to say goodbye."

Rossi didn't know what to say to comfort him, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

"I tried to call Hotch to tell him I was gonna take a longer leave but he didn't answer. Can you tell him for me." Spencer ended the call leaving Rossi in a state of shock and sadness.

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Y/n POV

I was woken when the smell of pancakes filled my nose. I opened my eyes and Aaron was sitting at the table.

Trying to make my way over to him, I take one step and I stumble. He heard and he turned around jogging over to me.

"Baby are you okay." He kneeled down holding onto my upper arm helping me stand.

"Yeah, lets just say you defiantly did some damage last night." We both laughed at the comment and he helped me to the table. He gave me a box, when I opened it there were peanut butter pancakes; my favorite.

"Thank you." He gave me a smile an we ate.

When we were done we started taking a shower getting ready for work.

One of our phones were going off; it was Aarons. After finishing he called the number back.

"Aaron, Spencer called me last night. He told me he was gonna be gone longer than expected, his mom passed away last night."

I watched as Aarons face dropped I mouthed, "What is it." He held up his finger telling me to wait a sec.

He hung up the phone then spoke. "Reids mom passed, he's gonna be gone longer then we thought." I felt my heart ache for him.

He defiantly didn't need the added stress. Especially with his relapse. "We can't do anything for him until we get back."

I walked into my room closing the door behind me; when I was about to leave the hotel room. I met with Morgan about to knock. "Hey"

"Hey yourself mama, do you know if Hotch is still in his room." I walked down the hallway.

"Yeah his is. I think he's almost done. I'll meet you guys at the station." With that I left Morgan, he was knocking on Hotchs door.

I decided to get everyone some coffee. when I got to the station everyone was already there. I handed the drinks out.

"Okay so lets say this unsub is protecting the child. He has to know what goes on at home and if they are even being abused", JJ says.

I continue, "So it they have to work at a school or hospital." Everyone agreed with me and Aaron gave me a quick glace and smile.

Emily starts, "A school consoler, but wouldn't they be required by the school to report abuse or suspected abuse." Emily was right the only thing that made sense was a doctor a nurse.

Someone that didn't need to report anything because all they saw were broken bone and they don't ask many questions.

Morgan calls Garcia, "Hey sweetness, did any of the victims go to the same hospital?"

She speed types, "Hey back at you and two went to the same one but the other 3 went to separate hospitals." Hotch picks it up, "Were there any doctors or nurses that did multiple rotations at different hospitals."

"Yes sir there are 10 names all working at the hospitals were the victims were treated."

"Remove the names that aren't parents." Hotch gets up from his seat. "There are.....three."

"Did they treat the victims children?", I ask. "No but they were all working around the same time they arrived there. You don't have to ask I already sent the names and addresses to your phones."

"Thanks baby girl." Morgan hangs up the phone. "Ok Emily and Rossi you take Jason. Morgan and JJ you go to Smiths. Y/n and I will to go Graces, let's go." Hotch nods and we all head out for the SUVs going to the addresses.

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Hotch and I are in the SUV driving over to Graces. When we arrive, there are cops waiting for us. We don't know if she was in there or not, the cops haven't reported any movement.

Hotch stops the car stepping out with his vest on. I put mine on in the car before we approach the door.

With the police behind us, Hotch is in front, "FBI". He kicks the door in, holy shit that was hot; I think to myself. I go in after he does.

I got my gun out and aim it up right; I snap around the corner to see and empty living room. "Clear!", I yell and I hear Hotch and the other cops saying the same thing.

I pulled out my phone and called Morgan, "You guys have anything?" I wasn't even sure if it was any of these people. I had my doubts; I figured another body would drop before we could get close to catching them.

Its cases like these that make me feel like it's too easy, that something bad was going to happen.

Morgan responded, "I patched Rossi and Emily, she's here; in the house. Hotch she has a hostage."

"We're on our way." I looked at him as we walk back to the car. "Hotch I didn't think this unsub was even willing to take a hostage."

He got into the drivers seat. "Maybe she feels that she's still doing the child a favor, in the end she 'saved' the kid from their mom."

I nodded and looked at the road ahead of us.

It took about 10mins to get to the Smith house. Cop cars and officers were surrounding the area. Morgan standing outside making some communication on a phone.

The snipers didn't have a clear shot. Someone was going to have to go in.

I turned to Hotch. "I'm going in." He didn't even look at me. I pulled him aside. "Hotch I can do this. You go in through the front and face her establish a trust. I can enter through the back door....and If I have a shot and there doesn't seem to be a way out...then I'll take it."

I could practically see the gears turning in his head. He didn't wanna put me in harms way but at the end of the day I was able to take care of myself, and he knew that.

"Okay." He took off his gun and holster handing it to Morgan as he walked to the front door.

Morgan calling the unsub before hand to let her know we were coming inside to 'help'.

I hear Hotch enter opening and closing the door behind him. I sneak in through an open window in the bathroom slowly making my way down the hallway. I hear Hotch talking to the unsub.

"Smith we can help the child ok", he has his hands by his sides. The unsub pointing the gun to him with the Mom his her arms holding her by her neck in a choke hold.

"Mothers aren't supposed to hurt their babies....she needs to pay." The unsub says in anger and sadness. she clearly had been a victim of abuse herself.

Hotch reassures her, "She will pay...ok, we'll take her she'll go to prison and loose custody." His voice becoming uneasy.

She raises the gun to the hostages head. "That's not good enough." There were tears steaming down her face.

I come put from behind the corner; turning into the room. My voice is calm, "Put it down, we'll take her you can watch her go to prison. Why kill her? Then she wouldn't be a to live with knowing she hurt her child. If you kill her, her suffering will end and she doesn't live with the consequences."

The unsub moves the gun pointing it down, I withdraw my weapon putting it into my holster. "You promise she will" I reassure her.

"I promise", I look her in her eye and she pushes the Mom towards Hotch. He grabs her and runs out the house send in the cops while I unarm her.

On the jet Rossi and Hotch told Morgan, JJ, and Emily about Reid and his situation; that they need to be careful around him, he was fragile.

When they ended the conversation we still and a good five hours till we got home. Everyone was asleep except me.

I look around and see Hotch in the corner of the jet on the couch. The team was huddled up in front.

I walked over to him; his head was leaning up against the wall. He was in an upright position so I shook him awake.

He opened his eyes a bit and he said in a soft voice, "What is it baby."

"I'm tired, their sleeping so I figured." He smirked and moved his leg so I could lay in between. My head against his chest, his head on mine.

My arms curled up against his body. His hands wrapping around me holding me close to him.

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A dozen cookies for my darling

Ben Hardy x Reader + Frankie

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. The sweet @acdeaky came up with a super idea of a december writing challenge. I really love this idea and I got into writing for this special occasion. This is day 19 filling the prompt ‘Christmas baking’. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Baking for Christmas leads to a memorable mistake....

Words count : 1,722 words

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It was not possible to have a single winter without cookies. It was surely because of Christmas, since your mom used to prepare cookies for the whole family. You automatically associated this month with cookies and biscuits and icing. All the delicious flavours and all the different smells coming from the kitchen were all the sweet memories you had in mind when your calendar showed the first day of December. As a kid, you had very quickly been involved in the cookies’ baking, because your mom used to do so many sorts she needed help, but you wanted to make sure as an adult, you’d be able to bake your own as well. Of course, if December was linked to cookies in your mind, this did not prevent you from having homemade biscuits in your house all through the year. With a generous amount of butter, the little drops of chocolate and the perfect harmony between eggs and sugar, cookies were definitely the needed comfort food in any situation.

Yet, this December was leading to a bit more of anxiety. In fact, nothing had really changed except you had now moved in with Ben and Frankie. All was fine of course and the three of you perfectly got along. Of course, Ben was sometimes away, filming or promoting his films or series and you and Frankie had to get new habits. You wanted to make sure the little beagle would always be happy with you while her official owner was away. Moving can already be very stressful, but if a new person is included in the plot, it can be very stressful for a dog. Hopefully, Frankie and you had already spent a lot of time together, at Ben’s or your place and after you had moved in together, all went very well, even if it had required a little bit of patience. But since everyone had made small concessions, the three of you were now happy together in this new house.

The end of year period could be stressful nonetheless. You perfectly knew Ben was in love with you. But there was still a little part of you that whispered negative words to your ear, making you ask yourself if what you were doing was enough. And soon, you thought it wasn’t enough. You suddenly understood better your mom’s point of view and why she was cooking for a litteral army Christmas. No one had to miss anything.

As a result, this year, you had come up with a complete list of cookies and you had decided it was time to start and bake them. The plans about where the celebrations would occur were not made yet, but you thought it would be great to have all sorts of biscuits when Ben’s parents, when your parents or when some friends would come over for a cozy afternoon together, getting warm around the table with a nice hot chocolate or a steaming tea.

You were checking your list one more time before the actual baking, making sure you had not forgotten anything. Traditional chocolate chip cookies, all chocolate cookies, dark or white chocolate cookies, sugar cookies with icing, peanut butter cookies, lemon or orange flavored biscuits or even meringues, you had made sure everyone’s taste buds would be pleased. You were perfectly aware it was going to be long, but it would be worth it.

You put on a nice musical background, put your apron on and started to bake. You had put Frankie’s little basket in the kitchen, for her not to feel left behind, but far from the oven and the chocolate chips. There was no way your little princess would get hurt and you often came to her to make her taste the baked biscuits, those which ingredients couldn’t make her sick. She was happily swinging her tail when she was trying something new, reassuring you about the taste of your baking.

As you had expected it, it was long. The most time consuming was the baking, since the cookies had to be spaced to bake. The other part that was really long was the icing. You always had to ensure the icing’s consistency was not too dry or too runny, as you wanted your decorations to be great. You were no professional baker but you knew a first glance usually could awake anyone’s taste buds. The best part was to see someone take a cookie and lick their lips before taking a bite. Tasty with the eyes before the tongue.

The cookies and other biscuits were cooling and it was time to clean the kitchen. Because baking was nice, thanks to the tasting of the ingredients, thanks to the satisfaction of being able to do it all by yourself, and being able to try the biscuits as a beta test. But it also implied the kitchen was completely dirty and needed to be entirely cleaned. You loaded the dishwasher and thanked the person who once had the idea of creating one. You cleaned the rest of the utensils and the working surface.

You then tried one more cookie and put them all in different decorated boxes since they were all cooled down. Frankie came with you to the living room to put the boxes on the large table. You thought about noting down what box contained what kind of biscuit, but before anything, you had to empty the trash can since it was now really full. You put your coat on and got ready to get out with the large plastic bag. Of course, right before arriving at the large outside bin, the bag broke and half of what was inside crashed on the floor. You rolled your eyes but tried to keep calm. Everything had gone well so far, there was no reason to get angry now. You just had to collect all the trash and clean. Again.

Of course, since you were outside, you didn’t hear Ben coming back home. Frankie happily greeted him and he took time to take his coat off before petting her in the entry. They then came to the living room to find you had not come back yet. Ben looked at Frankie.

“Where is mommy?”, he sweetly asked.

Frankie glanced at him as well, swinging her tail. Of course, she did not reply, but Ben then spotted the cookies boxes on the table.

“Uhhhhhh”, he said rubbing his hands. “Don’t tell, mommy I’ve tried one.”, he carried on speaking to the little pet, who was still happily moving next to him.

Ben opened a random box and put an entire cookie in his mouth. He slowly chewed but rapidly frowned. Something was wrong with this biscuit. Maybe it was just this one. He should try another one to make sure the others were good. Yet, after another bit on another cookie, the taste was the same. And it was not very good.

You came back inside, still mumbling against the bag that had broken and the whole trash industry. Ben came to you to greet you, with Frankie by his sides.

“Hey honey.”, he said. “You’ve been baking today?”, he gently questioned you.

“I have yes. But my second in command helped me a lot !!”, you replied, looking at Frankie.

“Hum....”, Ben carried on. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings but he had to let you know your cookies were not good.

“Listen love. You were never supposed to find out, but I’ve tried one or two cookies and....”, he started to say.

“Ben !!!”, you interrupted him, a bit angry he had started to eat them.

“Let me finish....”, he raised his hands in defense. “Well, I’m sorry to say, they’re not really tasty....”, he concluded.

“What? We tried them with Frankie....”, you frowned, heading to the living room.

The three of you arrived in front of the large table. Ben took the box that was still opened and took another cookie.

“Ben....”, you started to say but couldn’t finish your sentence in time. Your lover took another bite and shrugged, a bit disappointed.

“Try it yourself....”, he said, offering you the box still quite full of biscuits.

“Ben, of course, you don’t like them. These are not for you.”, you explained.

“What do you mean not for me? As far as I know, I’m not a picky eater and I loved all the cookies you baked the previous years.”, he carried on, still putting the rest of the biscuit in his mouth, making you sigh.

“Love. Those cookies are not tasty to you, because they are for Frankie.”, you elaborated.

There was a moment of silence and Ben hardly swallowed.

“I’m sorry, what?”, he then asked.

“This box is for Frankie. Didn’t you notice the little dogs on it?”, you questioned him.

He looked down, not knowing what to reply, grimacing a little.

“Of course, you didn’t....”, you carried on, trying not to laugh. “I had to empty the trash can and I didn’t put on the boxes what the cookies were made of. You know, in case someone would be allergic to an ingredient. But this year, I’ve tried a new recipe for Frankie, cause she can’t eat chocolate. And too much butter isn’t good either.”, you explained.

“Oh....”, Ben nodded, understanding what it was all about. He suddenly felt ashamed and wasn’t sure if in this situation it was better to laugh or not.

You took another box and handed it to him with a smile. A smirk appeared on his lips and he took one cookie. He ate it within two bites, because he thought putting it entirely in his mouth in front of you wouldn’t be appropriate.

“So?”, you asked.

“Magnificent. Excellent. Splendid. Marvelous.”, he announced.

He took you in his arms and kissed you. Frankie put her front paws on the table, sniffing the boxes and Ben gave her one of her biscuits and she seemed to enjoy it.

You sat at the large table, took a pen and paper and added notes on the boxes to let everyone know what was inside. Ben was glancing over your shoulder and licking his lips as he was reading what the cookies were. But next time you were baking cookies, he swore to himself he would wait before trying any of them. Just in case.

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