#however her falling asleep in about five seconds is pretty much exactly how puppies do it lol
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you're a dog person. i'm a cat person. the solution? get one of each
That's absolutely Aleksi and Niko, starring Rilla and Rommi 🐶🐱
The only solution! 👌
Sorry in advance, for Aleksi and Niko don't actually interact until the very end, but I hope the interactions before that make up for it! 🤭 (Probably not what was expected, but this is what you'll get nevertheless 😅)
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“Rilla, no!”
Rilla, yes! the puppy’s eyes seemed to say when she looked up at Aleksi while chewing on one of his sneakers.
“Stop eating my shoe, you little devil…and the rug. And Joonas’ bracelets!”
“No, I’m in heaven!” Joonas pouted as he sat on the floor and watched Rilla climbing on his lap and starting to nibble the jewellery on Joonas’ wrist.
“But Niko said I can keep her only if she learns to behave,” Aleksi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Since seven o’clock in the morning, so far Rilla had peed inside twice, pooped under the kitchen table once, destroyed the squeaky toy bunny Joonas had brought her, not even touched her food but eaten the slice of cucumber Aleksi had offered her off his sandwich with great appetite, swallowed a random piece of paper she had found on the floor, attempted to eat small rocks when Aleksi had taken her outside, and barked at a little kid who had stopped to aww at Rilla with her mother on the other side of the fence. In addition, she had been startled by her own reflection on the big bedroom mirror, more or less accidentally splashed the water in her water bowl all over the kitchen, and cried behind the door while Aleksi was in the bathroom until he let her in. Niko had left the house early, so he had missed the chaos unfolding, but Aleksi doubted any of that fitted his definition of “good behaviour”.
“That’s just his usual trash talk, you know,” Joonas chuckled and did nothing to stop Rilla from biting the drawstrings of his hoodie.
“He seemed pretty serious, though. He wasn’t exactly pleased when she chewed a hole in his favourite Vans.”
“Did a favour to us all,” Joonas reassured Aleksi, smiling at the puppy who had moved on to gnawing Joonas’ sleeves. “But…are you sure it’s a good idea to get a dog and a cat at the same time?”
Aleksi frowned; for a few serene seconds, he had managed to forget about how Niko would arrive with the new kitten any moment now, when the whole house looked like someone had turned it upside down and given it a good shake before putting it back on its foundations.
“No,” Aleksi admitted, “but Niko had read somewhere that it’d be easier if they get used to each other from a young age.”
It must have its perks, Aleksi thought, but at the same time he was terrified of the holy mess the two baby animals would cause in their lives. Would the cat let Rilla sleep in their bed, for instance?
Would Niko, after the cat had moved in?
“Well, as much as I’d like to see the look on both Niko’s and the kitten’s face when they see this,” Joonas gestured at the current wreckage in the living room, “I gotta go back to work now. I’ll come see you guys later, when the mutts have settled in.”
“Wish us luck,” Aleksi smiled faintly, holding back grunting Rilla who wanted to run after Joonas.
“Woops, there they are already,” Joonas yelped as he peeked through the front door window. “Good luck!”
Once Aleksi had made sure the door through which Joonas had left the house was securely closed and locked, he let go of the puppy, who immediately ran to the door and left a few visible claw marks on its wooden surface. Realising Joonas would not return, she hurried back to the living room and jumped on Aleksi’s lap.
“How could he not want to keep you?” Aleksi scratched the behind of Rilla’s ear, making her back foot stomp in rhythm with the scratches.
Then, faster than Aleksi’s reflexes, the spider plant Joonas had given them up for adoption attracted the Rilla’s interest, and with the determination of a 10-week-old puppy, she chomped a mouthful of its leaves.
“Rilla, NO!”
His command came far too late, for less than half a second later, the flower pot was on the floor with a loud crash.
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Niko smiled fondly at the white ball of fur sleeping on his lap.
“Are you gonna go in or shall we sit here the whole day?” Tommi’s question interrupted the tender moment.
“I just don’t have the heart to wake him up! Look at him!”
“Yes, he is still as cute as he was ten seconds ago when you last asked me to look at him,” said Tommi, kind enough to at least try to hide his obvious amusement.
“I think he’s actually managed to become even cuter,” Niko argued. His heart melted in his chest when the kitten yawned.
“Did you already come up with a name for little fella?” Tommi asked and petted the satiny kitten fur.
“Not yet,” Niko answered. He was supposed to think of one while they drove back home from the cat breeder, but somehow his brain had gone completely free of thoughts other than tiny and soft the moment he had seen the kitten being brought to him.
“You should name him after me,” Tommi stated, “for my crucial input in bringing him home. Who else out of your friends would you have trusted with such a responsibility?”
Tommi made a valid argument there; for starters, Joel was a little afraid of cats – and practically anything, if you asked Joonas – whereas Joonas’ eyes would have been 90% of the time on the cute little baby animal and 10% on the road. Olli, on the other hand, would’ve maybe remembered to pick Niko up sometime next week.
“You’re right. I’ll keep it in mind, big guy,” Niko smiled and gave Tommi’s arm a fist bump. “Thanks for coming with me. I really hope this whole thing will work out.”
“You’ll make it work,” Tommi winked. “Now get the hell out of my car, I have things to do and places to be.”
“Fiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Niko sighed, his heart almost breaking when the kitten lifted his head and began observing his surroundings with sleepy eyes, having been woken up prematurely from his nap as Niko climbed out of Tommi’s Peugeot.
“Swing by one of these days. I’ll get you beer.”
“You better,” Tommi grinned before Niko slammed the door shut and sent Tommi off to his Tommi business.
He turned around to see Joonas standing on their front porch.
“Ohhhh no, it’s too tiny!” Joonas pouted the second his eyes spotted the sleepy kitten in Niko’s arms.
Now that is an appropriate reaction, Niko thought, his baseline for the comparison being the respectful nod Tommi had given upon meeting the kitten for the first time.
“Oh, poor baby, Rilla will absolutely eat you alive,” Joonas spoke to the kitten in the embarrassing baby-talk voice he always adopted whenever he saw something even remotely cute.
“We’ll see who will eat who. I have a feeling this little guy is gonna be a feisty one,” Niko smirked, proudly reminiscing how the kitten had mercilessly taken his revenge on the fly that had buzzed by a little too close to his face when Niko had watched the kittens play in the backyard of the breeder’s house.
“From your cat, I’d expect nothing less,” Joonas conceded, giving the kitten one more scratch under his jaw before waving his goodbye. “Gotta run now, have fun!”
‘Have fun’ sounded suspiciously ominous to Niko, and he stopped to stare at the front door for a minute before he’d go in, wondering what would be waiting for him inside.
Verily, his fear was not in vain; already in the hallway he noticed a wet spot on the rug that he hoped was just water (never mind the fact Rilla’s water bowl was nowhere to be seen), and tiny shreds of newspaper were scattered here and there as he walked down the aisle towards the living room. There he found more signs of devastation: a broken flower pot, the white fillings of what used to be a stuffed bunny by the looks of it, another newspaper with a puddle of pee on it, a flat toy ball, and some other scrap Niko quite couldn’t identify sprinkled all over the floor.
In the middle of it all there was Aleksi laying on his back, a blissful smile on his face and a sleeping dachshund puppy on his stomach, and Niko could not imagine a more endearing sight.
“You’re home!” Aleksi’s smile widened as he looked up at Niko and the kitten. “We’re taking a nap, come join us!”
With a silent laugh and a shake of his head, Niko sat down on the floor next to Aleksi and lay on his back, placing the still sleepy kitten on his chest.
Having found a comfortable position, Niko pressed a kiss on Aleksi’s cheek.
“Yes, We’re home.”
#blind channel#blind channel rpf#blind channel fanfiction#domestic fluff by theflyingfeeling#yes this is partly unrealistic lol#for starters irl niko would probably not have brought the kitten home in his arms#(but in a carrier instead)#and secondly there is no way rilla would not have waken up when the door opened again#however her falling asleep in about five seconds is pretty much exactly how puppies do it lol#i was gonna write one more scene where the four of them would cuddle in bed later that evening#but i thought this ending was quite wholesome already so you're gonna have to imagine it yourselves 💓🐶🐱
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A/n: Hello! Here is part 3 for the Charlie Weasley fic I promised. Sorry this took so long. I promised angst, so I'm giving it. Hope you enjoy!
Another day, another exam, or so it seemed that way at Hogwarts. As May came to a close, and June starts, your O.W.L.s were giving you more stress than you had ever felt. Your future was on the line if you didn't do well with your exams.
Not only were your exams crushing you, your relationship had been rocky for a couple of months. After the valentines day dance with your date, Charlie Weasley, nothing could have made your life better. You were dating your best friend, all of your friends supported you, and you had no tests coming up. In other words, very different from your life currently.
You were still technically dating your best friend, but from long classes and homework that came with them, to Charlie's quiditch practices lasting forever in hopes of winning the house cup, you hadn't had time to spend a moment alone together in what felt like years.
Your friends would always be there for you and you knew that, you cared about them with your whole heart and knew they felt the same way, but they had their own exams and futures just as you did. You would never ask them for anything because you didn't want to be a burden.
And of course, your exams. Your dreams of becoming a curse breaker were very important to you. You wanted nothing more than to help people, on top of finding your brother and protecting hogwarts. You were a natural curse breaker so it only makes sense that you would pursue your passion. However, if you wanted to do that, you needed to not only pass your exams, but exceed the expectations.
With that responsibility came nights on end in the library, studying, preparing and hoping that it would all work out. Your exams, finding your brother, hell, even your relationship with Charlie. You knew how rocky it was and you were devastated by that, but you knew if you two truly wanted to, it would work out, or so you hoped.
So, another night in the library, was your fate. You wanted to be with Charlie, but you knew he had quiditch practice, and you had a potions exam in the morning that you weren't ready for. As you flipped through your book, trying to soak up as much information as you could, you didn't notice a certain redhead sneak behind you.
"Hey baby," you felt the hot breathe on your neck and jumped more than out of your skin.
"Blimey Charlie, you scared me." He chuckled as he pulled a chair beside you.
"Sorry, I just wanted to see you after practice, and I haven't seen you all weekend." He smiled at you, which you couldn't help but smile back.
"I know, its just tomorrow starts like the most stressful week of the year. If I don't do well on my exams, my future can be forgotten. Speaking of, I am not ready for potions tomorrow, hence why I'm here." You smiled as you looked back towards your book.
"Hey, you're gonna do great on your exam because you are great, and smart, and beautiful," Charlie said as you rolled your eyes and laughed. "Its just we haven't seen each other in a while, thought i could keep you company." You sighed.
"Look, I know we haven't been the most talkative lately, but what exactly do you want me to say, you know how important this is to me." He put his hand on yours.
"I know, I get it baby, I do, and after this week, we're gonna celebrate." He said with the biggest grin on his face. Suddenly, Madame Pince came around the corner with the dirtiest look on her face.
"Shh!" You smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry Madam-"
"Shh!!!" You sighed as she walked away. You turned back to charlie.
"You better go, I have to study and don't wanna get kicked out." You smiled at him.
"Okay, but I meant what I said about celebrating." He smiled hugley. You returned the smile, only a fraction of what he had given you. That made his smile falter and eventually he turned and walked back to his dorm.
Eventually you had to except the time as 11pm rolled around and Madam Pince kicked you out of the library. You took the book along with all your other stuff and headed towards your common room.
Once you were in, you sat down near the fireplace and opened your potions book once again, flipping to the section about dragon livers and how they were hard to get.
Eventually, you heard the clock strike 2am and had to call it a night. As you closed your booka nd sat back, looking into the fire, you thought of your life as a cursebreaker, how great it would be, how much you wanted to do it, and what you were willing to do to achieve that goal.
As you stood up and headed towards the stairwell, your way was blocked by charlie, the last person you expected to see, especially at this hour.
"Hey, what're you doing up?" Charlie asked groggy.
"I could ask you the same thing. I was just going to bed." You said as you pushed past him and climbed the stairs. He followed you up.
"I thought you'd be up, I was just checking on you." You turned around as you got to the last step before your dorm and smiled.
"Thats sweet, but go back to bed. Goodnight." You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then headed into your dorm, falling on your bed and instantly falling asleep.
The next morning, you woke at around 8. Shit. You were late. You quickly got up and dressed faster than ever and ran to the dungeons. You mad either to class just in time, not eating or anything.
"Well, well, Ms. Brooks, you have decided to grace us with your presence, how considerate." Snape sneered at you as you walked to your seat beside Rowan, breathing heavily, across the room, you saw Charlie looking worriedly at you, which was the last thing you wanted in that moment.
Once your potion exam was finished, you walked out of the room, feeling exhausted and like you failed. You started walking to your next exam, which was charms, the easiest of your exams. Soon enough a certain redhead caught up with you.
"Hey, y/n, why were you late today?" You turned to him.
"I over slept, which I dont do, so I didn't realize at which point I had to sprint to make it, which I didnt." You sighed tired lying. "Why?"
"Just wondering, I missed you at breakfast. Did you eat anything?" You smiled softly.
"No, I haven't but its fine, look i have to go to charms and I really don't wanna be late again, see you." Without another word from either of you, you walked away to charms.
At charms, you felt most confident of all classes, which honestly wasn't saying a lot. You finished your exam pretty easily and walked to the great hall, intending on studying until your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in an hour. Once the clock struck the time to take your next exam, you left the great hall.
Once you reached DADA, you walked in with Tulip and took your seat. You should feel bad, but you just were so glad charlie wasn't there, staring at you like a sorry case. He meant well and you knew it but you just wanted space.
As you finished your final exam of the day, you headed to the library, studying for transfigurations next. When you reached the library, unfortunately you fell into the same pattern as the previous night, except this time no charlie.
When the clock struck midnight, you went to the dorm room and headed straight for bed, not bothering to study anymore. Once your head hit the pillow, you were out.
When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining into your window nicely. It was a good way to wake up honestly. You say up and saw Rowan asleep. You figured you had a few minutes before breakfast so you got up and got dressed.
You and Rowan walked to breakfast while revising your transfiguration knowledge. You didn't feel as bad about it as potions but you also didn't feel as great about it as charms. Walking into the great hall, you found Charlie sitting with his younger brothers. You knew you had to go sit with him.
"Hey y/n, how'd you sleep?" Charlie asked as he saw you sit next to him and his brothers giggled at him, to which he sent a dirty look.
"Um, not the best but ye know. Its whatever." As you sat down you ate the blandest breakfast ever, granola and coffee, it would just have to do for today.
"Are you guys ready for the big game tomorrow night?" Fred asked the table. You looked at him with a confused expression whereas everyone else seemed to understand.
"What game fred?" He turned to you.
"Uh, the house cup game, we are so gonna kick hufflepuffs ass." Ah.
"Right, good luck." Charlie turned to you.
"You'll come right love? What me win?" You smiled as you sipped your coffee.
"Uh yeah, maybe, I might have to study for History of magic but we'll see." Charlie stopped.
"Y/n, you can't miss the game, its only the biggest game of the year. Please come." Ugh when he gave you those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were done for.
"Okay, yes I will go, of course I will." You smiled and kissed his cheek.
As breakfast finished and you and Rowan made your way to transfiguration, you felt confident in the upcoming essay. Going over info with Rowan definitely helped.
Once you were finished with the exam, you went to the great hall, being assigned twenty five inches of parchment for the second half of the exam was not ideal. You were stressed out, but at least you only had care of magical creatures left for the day, something you were sure you'd excel in thanks to charlie.
As you walked down the grounds for your exam, you felt very confident that you'd do well. Your confidence was correctly placed as you walked to the common room to start on you parchment for transfiguration, doing very well on your exam in care of magical creatures.
The real problems didn't start until the following day, charlies big game was today and you hadn't made a dent in your parchment, due to not being able to focus and eventually falling asleep far earlier than you would have liked. Today you had exams in astronomy, history of magic and a regular potions class. You were extremely busy today, it didn't help you woke up 20 minutes before your exam in astronomy so you had to sprint once again to be on time.
Once you were seated in astronomy, your exam begun and you didnt feel very confident. You gave it your all and after about 75 minutes, you were done. You walked out and saw your boyfriend charlie who lit up when he saw you. You walked over to him with a small smile on your face.
"Hey babe, whats up?" You asked him.
"Not much now that your hear, just nervous for later." You looked at his smiling face confused.
"Later?" His smile dropped. You had forgotten about the quitditch match.
"The match that determines who wins the house cup? I thought you were coming, its really important to me." Shit. Right, yeah of course you would go.
"Right, of course I will be there, sorry I'm just tired you know how it is. I will be there, but right now I have to go to potions, ill see you later." Damn, how had you forgotten?
Potions seemed to last forever as Snape lectured on Beatle brains, you swore you were going to die of boredom, all you wanted to do was study for history of magic.
When class was finally dismissed, you headed straight for the library, not having your final exam for an hour and a half. When you sat down in the library, you immediately fell into studying, the time slipping by quickly until it was time to go to your exam.
Arriving to your exam, you set your things down and got ready for it, feeling confident as you had spent a lot of time studying for this. You finished your exam in 65 minutes and headed to the great hall, feeling hungry.
When you got to the great hall and saw what was happening inside, all hunger left your body.
Shit.
Inside, Gryffindor students were celebrating the win of the house cup, you had forgotten the game. You walked in to the great hall and saw Charlie, held up by his teammates above everyone like a king. You smiled at how happy he looked, but when he saw you, its like every drop of happiness was taken from him and you felt your heart break.
Charlie told his team mates to let him down which they did as he made his way over to you, looking hurt and disappointed. You couldn't do much besides stand there and look at him sheepishly.
"Y/n, why didn't you come to the game, you knew how important it was to me and how much I could have used your support." He said loudly, causing those near you to look on at the conversation.
"Charlie, can we go in the hallway?" He looked pissed but didn't object. Once you were away from everyone, you turned to him.
"Charlie, I am so sorry I didn't go to your game, I was in the library studying and the time just got away from me and before I knew it I had to go to my exam and I completely forgot l. I'm so sorry. But you won anyway so you didn't need me at all, cause your just that good." You said with a smile, trying to defuse his anger. It didn't work.
"Y/n, that's not the point, you said you would be there and I wanted you there. You didn't need to study for your exam, you've been studying all week, this is all I asked of you and you couldn't even give me this." As he finished, you felt sorrow drain and anger rise.
"What exactly do you mean I didnt need to study for my exam? I have been studying all week, unlike you, because I care about getting good grades. You know how badly I need to do on my exams to have a future! I didnt go to your match, because I wanted to make sure I did well. I apologized but now your being irrational." He scoffed.
"Irrational? I asked one thing of you, I asked you to attend a quiditch match to support your boyfriend, but apparently if it doesn't benefit you, it doesn't matter, huh is that it?" You were now fully screaming at each other, thank god the hallway was deserted.
"Are you serious? You know maybe if you cared more about your future and grades like I do, you would see where I'm coming from, but all you care about is a God damn match and dragons! No wonder we've been like this for months. You say im selfish, I've done everything for you. I miss one thing and the worlds over to you." Charlie turned away and scoffed.
"You're right, we have been like this for a long time, because we just don't work anymore." You froze. "Y/n, you can't even support your own boyfriend, you care more about tests than anything, this clearly isn't working." You looked at him while a tear rolled down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away. You didn't want to break up with Charlie, God no. But he didn't seem to want to stay together.
"Charlie, it's not like that, you know how stressed I've been, I'm sorry I didn't come to your game, I truly meant to go. I care a lot about my future, but you don't and thats not on me. You can't put this on me, its not just the match, you've been like this ever since the dance, its not only me." More tears rolled down your cheeks as one slid out from his eye.
"Y/n, this just isn't working, I'm sorry." No, God no please.
"Charlie, no, please, don't do this. I swear I-" he cut you off.
"I'm sorry, its already done." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in an empty corridor, feeling your heart leaving your soul. You don't know how it happened, you don't know where it went wrong. Was it truly the match? Or was it ever since the day of the dance? Did he even ever like you?
As you stood in that corridor, you felt cold, you felt like you soul left you. You watched him walk away and eventually out of eyesight, thinking about how you would never feel his kiss again, never feel the comfort of his embrace, never feel his love again.
You didn't want this, God no, but your gut told you it had to happen, you just wish it didn't hurt this much. As you wrapped your arms around yourself and sank to the floor with tears on your face, you felt nothing but hollow, wishing the presence of charlie was still there. Wishing he could hold you and tell you he loved you again, as you loved him still.
You didn't know how you were going to go on without him, but you knew one thing for sure, the last thing you cared about was your fucking grades, because you just lost the best thing in your life.
A/n: okay, sorry this took so long, I suck i know! Im sorry this was shitty, I will try to finish the series relatively soon, there will be 2 more parts. I hope you like it, thanks for reading!
#charlie weasley x reader#charlie weasley#charlie weasley imagine#charlie weasley x you#charlie weasley angst#hphm#hphm mc#harry potter
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Breathing Room
Damian Wayne
Of course the little dog here is basically my sweet baby girl Rogue with a different name (Baby/Babe because I'm sure all of you at home have dogs you'd like to substitute names for), who sends all her love and puppy kisses to all of you! Ugh this was fun to write. So goddamn fluffy I could call Build-a-Bear a competitor.
Reader is a Titan.
Requested:
Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)
"If I die, I'm leaving my dog to you."
Damian turns halfway to give you a suspicious glance over his shoulder. Then, he turns back to the fire place, where he's successfully stoking the flames currently living there.
The animal in question is the next victim of his scrutiny, laying perfectly peacefully on the corner of your blanket that's been left unused on the couch next to you. He points, you nod, he rolls his eyes.
"Awe! What? You wouldn't take my poor baby girl in?" You're borderline incredulous. "Did you hear that Baby? He doesn't love you!"
He scoffs, then pushes himself to his feet and joins you on the couch once more. The little dog lifts her head to look at Damian, almost accusingly.
You pet her gently. "Don't mind him, Baby, he's just jealous because I love you more," you soothe, babytalking the eight pound pooch like the spoiled princess she is.
"Firstly, you aren't going to die, it's only a snow storm," he argues, "and secondly, even if something were to happen, of course I'd take in your large rat."
You gasp and lightly slap his chest. "Damian Wayne!" you shrill. He chuckles loudly. "You take that back right now! Apologize!"
He rolls his eyes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd probably give his spot on the bed to Titus, who's listening to the entire exchange from the giant pillow on the floor. He reaches across you, lays a hand on her little head, and says clearly, "Baby, I am sorry for calling you a rat. You are clearly small not-dog."
You sigh in exasperation and defeat. He laughs, though it's obvious he's trying not to and failing miserably. "What am I going to do with you, you scoundrel?"
His arm lays across your shoulders as you shiver for the second time in the last five minutes. "Well, you can first let me chose what movie we watch since I started the fire for you."
You can't help snuggling closer to him. "Firstly," you mock, "I could have started the fire myself. Secondly, I'll let you pick the movie if you let me pick the genre."
"Deal," he relents.
Two comedies and a horror film later, you hear the front door downstairs unlock, with a roaring chorus of arguing voices behind it.
When Kori and Dick invited you and Damian to a Titans Winter Vacation, you had been a little skeptical. You hadn't been a Titan for very long, and you weren't as familiar as you'd like to be with any of them.
However, you'd known Damian for years, and he insisted it wouldn't be as bad as you thought. He wasn't entirely keen on the idea either, but you'd eventually agreed that it'd be nice.
They'd rented a cabin up in the mountains. It was three stories, with six bedrooms, five bathrooms, two living rooms, a home theater, and a game room. You especially loved the balconies on every level. That provided a truly glorious view of the Smoky Mountains.
Though, when you heard it was six bedrooms, you knew that meant sharing a room. You only really slept alright by yourself or with Damian, so it concerned you that you'd most likely be sharing a bunk bed with Raven, as you and Damian were seventeen. But, because Dick knew you wouldn't be doing anything more than cuddling, he was more than happy to let you and Damian share a queen-size in the loft, directly above Garfield and Jaime's.
To sweeten the deal even further, everyone was in perfect agreement that you should definitely bring your dog. She was very sweet and quiet, and perfectly mannered. You didn't worry about taking her anywhere. It made you feel even better that Damian was taking Titus.
So here you are now, tucked into Damian's side on a plush plaid couch in the loft, Baby curled up next to you and Titus sprawled at your feet, listening to Gar and Raven and Cyborg come shivering in through the front door.
"Holy hell, it's cold as balls!" Gar shouted, kicking off his boots at the door. You were about to call down to ask how town was, but he was already sprinting up the spiral staircase.
Damian sighed, though only loudly enough for you to hear. He thought of the loft in it's entirety as yours, even though the bedroom was an entirely separate room, kept private by a thick door.
Garfield paused by the couch to lean over and pet Babe, which she gladly accepted, before zipping over to the firepalce to warm up.
"How was town?" you ask. Damian grabs the remote and backs out of the movie, which was already rolling credits.
"Eh, it was okay. Grocery store was neat, though. Had a candy section that was lit."
You laugh softly. "Get all the groceries?"
He nods. "Yeah, but their produce section was so confusing."
"Are you sure you aren't just dull?" Damian quips. You roll your eyes and flick his ear as you sit up. "Hey!" he chirps.
"Ha!" Garfield shouts and points boldly, though he looks as though he's about to hurdle the railing behind you. "Damian got in trouble!"
Damian, the tough, mature man he is, flings a pillow toward the green boy with as much force as he can while slouched against the couch back.
"Watch the fire, you dufus," you scold, laughing, as you slide toward the steps with Baby at your heels.
"Ha ha! You got in trouble agaaiinn!" Garfield sings. Then he shrieks, and then there's a green bird diving over the wooden railing and Damian's shouting something that has you scooping up Baby and hustling down the stairs to stay out of his way.
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Your bedroom is dark, and because you both like the curtains pulled away from the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the drop of the mountain your cabin is perched over, it is quite cold.
Too cold for your liking, even pressed against Damian's back and Babe curled into the small of yours.
It's been fifteen minutes of listening to Bob's Burgers play on the television over your shared dresser and the collective body heat still isn't enough. So, in a desperate attempt to chase the chill off, you half unwind your arms from his waist, and slide them under the hem of his tee shirt to press them flat against his side and his back.
While you're sighing in relief, he's jumping and sucking in a breath of absolute shock. He all but gasps, "What are you doing with your ice cold hands up my shirt?"
You almost laugh at the tone of absolute offence he's using. "I'm cold! We can't all keep the same core temperature as the sun, Wayne."
"Well Jesus, you could have at least warned me," he grumbles, rolling in your hold to face you.
You fall asleep pretty quickly now, wrapped up in his arms, legs tangled with yours beneath a heavy quilt.
• • •
You're always the first ones up. Well, not always, but for the past four days that you've been on the trip, you both have. It's usually Damian, and only Damian, but you aren't far behind once your main source of heat leaves you alone in bed with sunlight beaming into the room.
You, Baby, and Titus all follow him down the spiral staircase and through the main common room, dining room, and the intermediate stretch between the two staircases and two bedroom doors.
He turns on the coffee pot for the rest of the team while you start the kettle and set out tea bags and mugs for the two of you. While he's still fiddling with the settlings on the machine, you let the dogs out to the small fenced yard off to the side of the huge cabin.
The machine spurs to life just as you're lifting yourself up onto the countertop of the kitchen island. "Are you gonna make pancakes and eggs?" You keep your voice low, considerate of Raven in the room on the left and Jamie and Garfield in the room on the right, all still sleeping.
"I wasn't planning to," he answers, leaning against the counter by the gas stove, where the steel kettle is still heating up.
"But you promised. . ." You just out your bottom lip and tilt your head just a little, soft eyes oh so slowly grinding away at that steel cover he keeps locked around his heart.
After exactly forty two seconds, he caves in. "Did the Happy Bunch even get the ingredients yesterday?"
Your sweet begging facade switches on a dime, now housing a devious glint in your eyes. "Of course they did, I put it on the list."
He sighs, loudly. He lets the dogs in before he goes around the kitchen, gathering all things necessary for the pancake mix you love so much.
It's twenty minutes later when Kori and Dick are opening the basement door and emerging from the hall downstairs, Kori's hair just as unkept as every morning and Dick's shirt just as wrinkly as the night before.
"Sometimes I think you only love me for my pancakes," Damian chides playfully, having yet to associate the creaking hinges with the basement door.
"I won't deny it," you laugh, grinning down at the bowl you're stirring with more dedication than is probably necessary.
"Damian, I didn't know you cook," Kori states, with enough surprise that you're a little taken aback.
He turns to look at her over his shoulder, still dicing strawberries without looking and making your nerves twitch while he does it. "Only occasionally."
"Hey hey, watch what you're doing, boy," you sound a little too much like someone's grandmother, but you're really a little aghast that he hasn't steeled himself yet.
Damian reserves a certain part of himself around most people. It's a part of him you're allowed to bask in only after years of assurance and affection. You wouldn't be so surprised if it was only shown to Dick, but it was Kori he was speaking to, eyes still a little glittery and smile still lopsided and prominent.
In a moment of adoration and maybe a little pride in him, you hum, "Only for me, of course."
To yours and even Kori's awe, he chuckles. "Only when you force me, you mean."
You recover faster than she does, and cover yourself with a laugh. "I wouldn't call you promising me strawberry-blackberry pancakes forcing you, but if you wanna try and save a little face . . ."
Kori turns to Dick, with a look on her face that is silently asking if he's seen the same thing. His eyes flit between her, you, and his youngest brother, before they settle on you. He seems a little less jarred.
"Gezz, what'd you do, (Y/N)? Drug him in his sleep?"
With Garfield's arrival, Damian's smile fades off and he resumes quickly dicing strawberries on a wooden cutting board.
You mumble into your batter, "I'm starting to wonder."
• • •
At 11:15 in the morning on the sixth day, a war commences.
While you and Damian decide to hide out the still-raging snowstorm in your cozy little loft with your faithful hounds, half the team is out in the snow, hurling handfuls of snow that vaguely resemble spheres at one another from behind artificial snowbanks.
Though eventually, you decide the total war out in the front yard is far more entertaining than anything on his Hulu or Disney+. So, you pop a bowl of popcorn and brew your third batch of tea, and sit backward on the couch to watch out the massive windows that take up most of the front wall of the common room.
Over the porch roof, you can watch all the atrocities of battle play out from the safe warmth of your loft together.
Though, some time around three, Damian reminds you that you have plans to drive into town to explore, and asks if you'd rather stay and finish the battle.
An hour later, you and Damian stand at the front door, dressed to brave the weather, having bid your dogs goodbye as you left them in the warm safety of your bedroom.
Damian's hand is on the doorknob, but he seems hesitant. "Are you ready?"
You flip up your hood and pull your scarf up over your nose. "Yes."
He hauls the door open, and with your hand in his, you quickly cross the porch, jump the steps, and make it halfway around to the driveway, when you hear somebody shout, "Civilians! Open fire on civilians, they're both wicked!"
Damian spins on his heel to threaten the entire group, but you beat him to it when you see Jamie, snowclod wound up, aimed right at you.
Silence falls over the battlefield like the snow still drifting down at an alarming rate.
You point a sharp finger at him. "If you do this, I will never forgive you," you declare lowly. "I swear to every god in existence you'll wake up with your head sewn to the carpet."
He stops. Narrows his eyes. "You're bluffing."
"Am I?"
A moment's debate. You can image the Scarab waving you off with we can take her. But oh, that thing has never seen you with a grudge.
He swivels on his feet and hurls it at Raven, who's been hiding behind the snow that'd been shoveled off the sidewalk that morning.
You take Damian's hand again and make a break for his car.
After the drive to Downtown Gatlinburg and three or four hours spent roaming the streets, you're already talking about living there. In all honesty, he isn't so opposed to the idea of buying a home in the area. You seem so in your element here, and the town and the scenery surrounding you is so breathtaking.
But you know you'd never be able to drag him out of Gotham. Perhaps a vacation home, or maybe retirement.
You decide to stop in to a little cafe in a place called The Village, which is a collection of shops surrounding a lovely courtyard off the main stretch of Downtown.
It's crowed inside, so you decide to stand out by the fountain while you sip your steaming drinks and converse about the little shops you liked best so far. You are particularly fond of a candy shop, and he would very much like to check out a blade shop a block or so down the way.
Your teeth chatter as you talk about wanting a souvenir, something small to keep on a shelf, and finish the rest of your hot chocolate.
"Are you that cold?" his question is simple enough, but his voice is so soft and so drenched in concern it catches you off guard.
You laugh lightly. "I'm okay, just might need another hot chocolate before we set off again," you shrug, jamming your hand into your pocket has he takes the paper cup from you and nods.
"Well, I'm sure that can be arranged." He smiles.
There's something in his eyes, though. It's subtle, in the little wrinkles between his eyebrows, and the redness of his nose and his cheeks. As much as you like the way it looks on his honey crisp complection, it's starting to worry you. Not the blush he gets from the cold's kiss, but the slightly out of character openness he's been exhibiting. You like to think that maybe he's growing out of hiding his louder emotions, for his own sake, but you can't take the risk that it's something else.
He returns to you with an offering of mint hot chocolate. He smiles again when he greets you, and the pair of you set off back toward the sidewalk do a little shopping.
"Hey, Dame?"
"Hm?"
You wind your arm around his elbow with your free hand. "Everything okay with you?"
He turns his full attention on you. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"
You take a sip out of your hot chocolate. "I don't know, you've just been acting a little differently the last few days." His eyebrows crease in a worried way, and you get the sense he's disappointed. "In a good way, I mean," you correct yourself quickly, "I just want to be sure it isn't for a bad reason."
He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. You turn out onto the sidewalk, and start making your way farther up the street. "No, there isn't anything wrong," he assures. "I can't exactly explain it, which I'm not entirely okay with, but it's been. . . nice, this trip. The land is beautiful, the air is much cleaner than in Gotham, the people here are nice." He turns to face you again. "And you seem a lot more comfortable with the Titans. I'm glad; I'd feared you wouldn't bond with them at all, truthfully, and they're all far more bearable with you around."
You nod as he speaks, eyes jumping past him to the signs on the building fronts every once in a while. There's something he isn't saying, and you know it.
"And. . ." He sighs. "And you."
You pass him a quizzically quirked brow.
His voice lowers and he lays a hand over yours on his arm. "I love you so much, (Y/N). I can't even find the right words anymore."
Your eyes lock with his and you stop walking. Your lips part because your jaw goes a little slack, and your wide eyes reflect all the neon colors of the signs in the window on your right.
It isn't the first time he says he loves you. And you know it won't be the last, but he hardly ever says it so freely. It always behind closed doors in the softest moments, when you're both vulnerable or so drunk on love for one another neither of you can think straight.
You can't remember the last time he's been so open about in in front of anyone else, and it only ripens your concern.
You pull him closer, eyebrows slanting together. "Damian, I'm serious, are you okay?"
Now he's the one with one eyebrow reaching for answers. "Pardon?"
"I'm sorry," you blurt, "you know I love you from here clear to Alpha Centauri but you're really starting to worry me."
He laughs at that. Then, his eyes are as soft as his smile, and his hands smooth down the sides of your arms before they rest on your forearms. "(Y/N), I promise you there is nothing wrong with me now that hasn't been for the past seven years. Am I not allowed to let once in a little while, and allow myself a little breathing time?"
You hadn't realized you were so tense until you relax under his touch with the assurance. "Of course you are," you reply after a pause. You take one hand off your hot chocolate to rest it on his chest, coincidentally over his heart. "I just worry sometimes. I don't want anything to happen to you, Dame."
"I know," he says. He gingerly takes the paper cup from you and sets it on the bench you hadn't noticed before. He pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in a warmth like sunshine and a scent that's too particular to Damian Wayne to be mistaken. Your arms wind inside his open coat to the hoodie he's wearing underneath.
A long moment passes in relative silence. Your eyes are closed, ears perked to the drifting sounds of uncaring passersby and the rumbling of passing cars.
"I really want to slip my hands under your shirt right now," you mumble into his shoulder. "But if you tell me not to, I won't."
He grunts.
And for a moment, you ponder weather or not that was a denial. You silently make your choice and close your eyes again.
He leaps under your touch. "Damn it, (Y/N)!"
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Jigsaw Puzzle ||| Ending Five - Xiaojun
Summary: Xiaojun x Reader
Genre: Fluff basically
Warning(s): A big nail, no one is put in danger but vague inferences to what damage a crooked unattended nail could do, some foul language (1x f**k)
Word Count: 2701
Theme Song: Home - JBJ95
AN: Xiaojunnie’s ending for my masterpiece Love—I recommend reading it first (it’s worth it, even if it is a bit sad the cuddling is great and so is the emotional support and just. hell yeah)
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Skipping into the kitchen, a grin immediately rose to your face as you caught sight of the hunched figure outside in the garden. Even with his back turned on the window it was clear who it was, and after your encounter last week, you knew exactly what he was doing.
Letting temptation win you decided to ignore the task you’d been sent to complete (it didn’t matter much, Ten had legs and could totally get up and fetch his own food) and join Xiaojun outside. And so you grabbed the first jacket you could find—there was no doubt it was Kun’s going by the fresh scent upon the collar—slipped on your shoes and headed outside.
It was a grey day, the wind whipping up wildly one second to then disappearing into silence the next. It had an iciness to it that plunged into your skin where the jacket didn’t protect, and you shivered a hum as you pushed through the gate into the garden.
Xiaojun heard the creak of the iron lock and threw a glance over his shoulder. Seeing it was you he got to his feet. “Oh, Y/N, hi!”
“Hey,” you chirped over the sudden buffer of the wind, “are you... doing what I think you’re doing?”
He chuckled sheepishly before taking a step to the side, revealing a plastic pet bowl. “Yeah, you got me. Red handed.” He put his hands up in faux surrender.
Reaching the grass and coming to his side you bent down, mimicking what he’d been doing earlier. “So, what we got here, sonny boy.”
You heard him scoff and blinking up into the bright grey of the clouds you eventually caught sight of his dark eyes staring off at the fence at the bottom of the garden. Enraptured by his beauty that shone like the moon in the night no matter the angle, you very nearly forgot to breathe. The way his lips pursed into a coy smile was so distracting, and you only managed to save yourself when he rubbed his nose to combat the cold, the tip blushed as if smudged with light lipstick.
That gave you ideas no less.
He crouched down beside you, shuffling away slightly to give you space from him—as if that was what you wanted at all—and thumbed the rim of the blue plastic. “Well, Officer, we got a bad case of broken plastic here.” He indicated to the clear jagged edge that was extremely hard to miss.
“Yikes,” you mumbled, “what happened?”
“You know the storm last night?”
You nodded, before your eyes widened when Xiaojun retrieved a large crooked nail from the grass by his foot. “Yo what the fuck?”
“Found it sticking out of the woodwork of the fence down there,” he gestured vaguely, his gaze focused intently on the rusty iron, “you’ve got to give it to Mother Nature, it was a bullseye.”
Mouth agape in disbelief at how the wind had managed to achieve that feat you frowned at the cut plastic. It looked old so you supposed it was no surprise it would splinter so easily. Nevertheless it seemed so freak.
Unnerved by how long and wide the nail was, with its etched sharp point, your voice wavered. “How long had that been down there?”
He shrugged, finally raising his eyes to meet yours. You watched as they softened and he placed the nail on the patio concrete where it could be easily spotted. “It’s ok, I’ll get rid of it today.”
You nodded a thank you. “So... what were you trying to do to the bowl? It’s clearly a goner.”
“Trying to fix it,” Xiaojun answered simply. When you offered him a quizzical look, he procured a roll of sellotape. There was a twisted strand that hung over the side, sticky side folded over on itself and encasing several shards of plastic. When your face didn’t change a single bit he chuckled sheepishly. “The wind isn’t... quite on my side.”
“Couldn’t you have done that inside?”
He stared at you silently. “Yes, that would be the smart way of doing it b-but...” he scrambled for the words, “I thought it was going to be a quick job!” he exhaled while pulling his coat collar closer to his neck. “I was just wrong.”
“Clearly the brain cell wasn’t bestowed to you today,” you muttered through a stifled snicker, just loud enough for him to hear.
“Hey!”
You met his gaze then, a small smirk on your lips that flickering out as soon as you took him in once again. His pout left your heart racing and heat ros ot your cheeks to greet the caress of his dancing eyes. You quickly changed the subject, clearing your throat and ducking your head back down to the grass, fingers picking at the blades. “So... what are you going to do about it?”
You felt his stare flutter across your cheeks before quickly darting away to where the nail rested. He spoke while he scooped it up, “Guess I’d better go buy a new one.”
“Well, I’ll come with you!” you chirped, perhaps a little too quickly for your own good. “Keep you company and make sure you don’t get lost, you know.”
“That brain cell is missing after all isn’t it,” he said, soft smile sending your heart reeling before he stood up, gaze back to avoiding yours. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed after all. Perhaps that too wasn’t for your own good either.
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Hands tucked in your pockets to protect them against the brash wind, you found yourself stumbling over an uneven slab in the pavement that you were walking down towards the pet store.
Eight times, you had counted, that your elbow had brushed his.
And unlike you, he hadn’t faltered in his step nor words once as he gently rambled to you, the words spilling from his lips bitten by the cold and his own tension.
He often did this, on the rare occasions that it was just the two of you. He never spoke with an urgency, but it always dawned upon you afterwards just how far his thoughts went when he was with you—the topic he began on was never anywhere near the one that he finished with.
You figured he just needed to vent, as maybe the others didn’t help him come to terms with some of his problems as much as he needed, or they were the problems (which seldom surprised you), and so you never interrupted him.
You instead found yourself just silently listening to him, not thinking ill of it once, because you were spending time with him and that was enough. Also his voice had a knack for helping you just relax, it was so soft and peaceful, you were pretty sure you could fall asleep to it.
However, this time was like no other, as you discovered when you could barely listen to him at all.
Dipping in and out of the sun-dappled mist of daydreams, called by his voice and his small glances to you, tipped with the crests of smiles, it was no surprise you found it extremely difficult to focus, even as the crowds increased as you reached the main road.
“It’s not far now,” Xiaojun announced once his ramblings had met a natural pause.
You didn’t respond, not grounded enough to get your vocal chords working in time. Besides, the chatter of the throngs of people was likely enough to swallow anything you said whole.
Forced by the sudden onslaught of strangers heading towards you, Xiaojun shuffled close to you so to allow more pavement for them.
Nine.
He came to walk slightly behind you, his presence offering a surprising sense of comfort as you continued on, the shining sign of the shop peaking through the swathes of silhouettes. Focusing on its retro-inspired neon cursive, you found the weightlessness subside.
Thanks to the lack of a constant reminder of the man you had fallen ever so hopelessly for being right at your side, by the time you reached the store, you had managed to get your voice working once again.
Warm air washing over you harshly, you quickly shed your coat at the discomfort as soon as you entered. Xiaojun only then stood beside you once again, coaxing the two of you to begin searching for the bowls.
“Should probably get a heavier one,” he mused, so quiet you could convince yourself he wasn’t talking to anyone at all, even you.
“Sounds good.”
He led the way, sharp eyes narrowed as he scoured the aisles for the distinctive bright colours he was after. The shop itself was pretty quiet, since it was so small and people were beginning to head home for dinner.
Regarding the endless walls of biscuits, treats, toys, scratching posts, beds and whatnot you were baffled by how the food bowls were nowhere to be found.
That was, until you turned the corner into the leftmost aisle and spotted them instantly.
“Junnie!” you called, bobbing down to get a closer look at the plastic on the bottom shelf. You were pretty sure they were dog bowls, but you didn’t see the harm in using it for a tiny hedgehog—especially since these looked much more robust and less likely to crack when thrown into a nail.
Picking up a red one you were surprised about how light it was, and at the word ‘DOG’ written bluntly in a rather aggressive font along its side. Grimacing you put it back and began turning the others along the shelf to see what they had written along it.
PUPPY.
ROVER.
#1 DOG.
You sighed, dismayed. It wasn’t the end of the world, giving a hedgehog a bowl with ‘dog’ emblazoned on the plastic of course, but it did feel a bit wrong. Especially when there was a high chance you could do better.
Unless Xiaojun had miraculously named the hedgehog something dog-related.
That was when it hit you.
You had no idea what he had called her.
Standing with a frown it was as if you had summoned him from the earth, as Xiaojun popped up from round the corner.
His eyes brightened as soon as they rested upon you, though you wrote it off as being relieved to have finally found what you’d come all this way for. “Ah! Anything good?”
You barely registered his question, instead entirely leading with your own. “Junnie, what did you call the hedgehog?”
It was a seemingly innocuous question. And yet as soon as you looked back fro glancing at the shelves again, you watched as his voice got stuck in his throat.
“Xiaojun?” you enquired carefully.
Before you could enquire if he was ok, he coughed rather awkwardly as if he were a cartoon clearing his throat. “Sorry,” he managed, “I called her... Hedgehog?”
He was quite unlucky in that sense—the questioning intonation was slight but you caught in nonetheless, a consequence of your habit of hanging off his every word (when you weren’t too overwhelmed by his gorgeous features).
Bemused, you chuckled. “Hedgehog? You called her Hedgehog? How imaginative...”
“Why do you ask?”
Mildly startled by his sudden enquiry, your eyes widened before you could stop them. “Oh, the bowls... they have like dog-related stuff on them. Like ‘Rover,’” you pointed vaguely before focusing entirely on him once again, “but you didn’t call the hedgehog Rover, which would’ve been kinda funny because irony. Nope, you called her Hedgehog—honestly, Xiaojunnn,” you whined, turning to skim over the china bowls instead, “I thought you were more imaginative than that...!”
Meanwhile, Xiaojun was sweating internally. And externally too, most likely, not that he was really in the state to check. Truth be told he had been a little bit more imaginative than that, but there was also no way to tell you that, without admitting every little thing that he had hidden from you.
All those gazes, accidental touches, rogue thoughts and near confessions, all out in one go. A board of jigsaw pieces so unclear, yet only needing one final piece to reveal the finished, Schrödinger’s image. He was one move away from perhaps achieving his dreams or unveiling heartbreak.
And that terrified him. Despite being confronted with a thousand pieces of evidence as to why it would be the former, he would never quite believe it with his whole heart. He’d entertained the possibility for too long in his head for it to ever wholly sink into his mind that it could be real.
But he didn’t want to lie to you anymore. They may have only been small but he didn’t like how they hung over him, like the crystals of a chandelier strung too low and seconds from snapping. And he certainly didn’t want to make any more.
But that meant confessing.
“—Do you think of Cactus, Xiaojun? Prickles? No that’s bad... Zen?”
Catching your eyes peering over your shoulder expectantly at him, he took a deep breath. “You know what is a good name?”
You hummed, shuffling back along the aisle to hear his answer.
“Y/N,” he finally continued, voice very nearly wavering.
“Yeah?”
He swallowed. “No, I mean... Y/N is a good name.”
He could see the cogs of thought twisting behind your eyes, before the cute smile he had come to know well and love appeared, highlighted. “Thank you, b-but you can’t name the hedgehog after me.”
“Uhh, yeah, it’s...” he sighed, gathering his strength, “it’s a bit late for that.”
Your voice was dead serious. “What.”
The whole situation had caught you off guard. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought he had named the spiky little creature after you. You figured that if he had been hiding something, it was that he had named her something embarrassing like ‘Sugar-Plum’ or ‘Marshmallow’.
But you? He took one look at the prickly animal, that was known for being loud and far from cuddly, and named it after you? You had to admit you weren’t exactly endeared.
However, in a seconds he changed your mind.
“Y/N, listen,” he began, panic etched across his face as he ran his hand through his hair, “I... named her after you because I... I love hedgehogs. A lot. I think they’re adorable and want to hold them even if they look spiky on the outside. So when I found that one visiting regularly and I couldn’t think of a name, I just... named her after you because it made sense at the time. I didn’t think that far ahead, after all I never thought I had a chance with you anyway, so I figured it would be...”
Once he had trailed off you didn’t speak up to fill the silence, and ended up just staring at him. He was nervous, and you had been so swept up in your own thoughts that putting his together as they tumbled from him had become a nightmare but you were almost certain that he had in essence, said what you had long hoped to hear in some shape or form.
“Was that... a confession?” you gradually eased.
He looked around dazedly. “I think so, yeah.”
A smile teased at the corner of your lips. “You named her after me because you love hedgehogs, and you love... me...?”
After a moment of coming to terms with the simpler version, he nodded.
If he had tried to backtrack out of fear, he wouldn’t have had the chance to, because as soon as the relief washed across your shoulders and the excitement burst in your heart, he found you in his arms.
You fit together perfectly, as the weight of reality settled in to encompass you both.
Your hair was soft at his neck even after being blustered by the wind and the sound of your elated laughter lit his skin ablaze. He found himself smiling uncontrollably at what he finally had in the palms of his hands—the coalescence of his love and dreams and future all in one.
Cradling you against his chest he finally felt that jigsaw finally come together, to reveal the final image. One of tender care and affection, and a longing now fulfilled.
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AN: I got another one done! after all this stalling again, again, im sorry !!!!
i love hedgehogs. we had one near our house at the beginning of the quarantine and it was so cute. i fed it dry cat biscuits and it snuffled so loud and then ate all of it and im just happy knowing my life is not completely worthless bc i fed the good boi
pls do not question me on where they live. its a house, yes they all live together and yn lives with them. yup theyve got a garden. its not an overly big house. why? bc why not
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Merry Christmas @vicapuleti ! I, @asarahworld, was your Zombies Secret Santa. You mentioned a love of Zeddison, Zoey, fluff and angst, and AUs. Well, it’s not quite an AU, but it is future fic where they’ve gone off to college. We’ve got Zed. We’ve got Addison. Zoey makes an appearance. And without further ado...
Chapter 1
It had been six months since Zed had gone off to the state university on a football scholarship, six months since Addison had been accepted at her parents’ alma mater, and four months and thirteen days since the last time they had seen each other if you didn’t count the five minutes after the game two months ago. The daily phone calls had slowed down to weekly; text messages became a quick thing to fire off between classes.
Addison was ploughing through a slough of research for her Writing Studies essay on “Classic Literature As Viewed Through a Modern Lens” when her phone buzzed. Automatically, she reached for it and immediately flipped it over upon seeing that it wasn’t the cheer squad’s captain, Juliette Viconte. (Unlike Seabrook High, the university squad had only one captain.) She stared at the screen of her laptop, thinking. She had just finished writing a decent-sized paragraph on Romeo and Juliet, exploring how if the leads hadn’t been so quick to act that the play would not have been the tragedy and leading into a comparison between the original storyline and modern adaptations. Star-crossed lovers destined to be apart. Ultimately, every version of the play needed to end tragically, otherwise the message Shakespeare had intended behind the story was lost in the happy ending.
She stared at the screen of her laptop, thinking. That was definitely the line of reasoning her professor would be looking for. And yet she couldn’t help but see herself and Zed in the characters. Two young people from feuding families (societies) fall in love. A relationship built on stolen moments. The relative innocence of one character balancing out the harsh reality lived by the other. Theoretically, modern technology provided ease of communication that could have saved Romeo and Juliet from tragedy. And yet, it was clear that just because one had the ability to communicate directly, that wasn’t necessarily going to happen.
She grabbed a pen and started re-working her notes. Maybe this essay wouldn’t follow the professor’s expectations. But Addison had her own ideas.
Her phone buzzed again. Addison, in the middle of frantic scribbles, fumbling, turned it off.
“Hey, this is Addison-”
“Hey, it’s me,” Zed said cheerfully. It was so nice to finally hear her voice.
“-so leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” The accompanying beep following the end of the recorded message startled Zed, and he realized that he had reached her voicemail.
“Hey, it’s me,” he started over. “I know it’s getting old, but the captain’s scheduled another practice and of course it’s happening Saturday morning. Abraza garzi’ska, ag gar-gargiza ru,” he said softly, reverting back to Zombietongue. Zed smiled gently as the memory of when they had officially decided to only use Zombietongue for endearments. As horrible as that fight had been (not that it could even be considered to be a fight as they had resolved their issue without any drama), they were so much stronger for it.
“This relationship is with you, too, Zed,” Addison had said angrily. “I want you to be able to be completely yourself. And that includes being able to speak Zombietongue around me. Excuse me for thinking that that was a reasonable request.”
That hadn’t been it at all. But despite his best efforts, Zed had failed to properly explain what exactly he felt about his girlfriend’s wish to become fluent in his native language. Zed hadn’t even been certain that he himself knew why he was against the idea.
All that he knew was that Addison now sat by herself at the front of the classroom during Revised Local History, cheerleading practice was after football practice, and that the cheerleaders once again had their own table in the cafeteria.
“Zed, you’re overthinking this,” she’d told him when he’d finally confessed his fear. “History’s hard enough as it is without having you right beside me. You realize that you have gym the period before, right? So either you walk in and your hair’s still wet and there’s water rolling down your neck from your hair or else gym ran late and you didn’t even have time to change, let alone shower, and you,” she laughed nervously, “to be honest, you always smell amazing but especially then. I need to pass history. Surely you can get by without me for one extra hour,” she’d said, giggling.
“When you put it like that, how can I say no?”
“That’s what I love about you. Always willing to listen,” Addison had said with a smile. “As for cheer, well, during your practice, we’re up in the weight room. It takes a lot of work to be able to do this stuff.” Addison had been counting her rebuttals off on her fingers. “And as for lunch, some of the new kids seemed like they needed a friend. And the cheer squad is a family. We’ve gotta be there for each other.”
“Abraza garzi’ska… ag gar-gargiza ru,” Zed had said tenderly, threading his fingers through Addison’s.
“Gar-gargiza…,” Addison’s smile had grown softer. “Ag gar-gargiza ru,” she’d repeated. “I love you.” Suddenly, her gentle smile had turned into an excited grin. “Does this mean I get to learn more Zombietongue?” Zed had only laughed, repeating his declaration of love softly in her ear.
Writing annotated notes for her essay had taken her far longer than she’d anticipated and when Addison finally checked her phone, she was startled to see that it was nearly two a.m. She stumbled across the room to her bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Addison had learned during her first semester why you didn’t take an eight a.m. course unless there was no other choice. However, being an underclassman came with certain disadvantages. Being one of the last to choose courses was one of those disadvantages and with that came fewer course options. Taking English was mandatory for all students and Addison hadn’t had any other options to fill that credit without waiting another semester. So she begrudgingly took the Writing Studies course, wondering why she hadn’t looked for one during her first semester despite her parents’ insistence that she take it easy her first semester.
When the alarm went off at six, Addison immediately hit the snooze button. Once. Twice. Three times the alarm was silenced and Addison lay in bed. The phone rang.
“Addison, where are you? Class is starting in five minutes and you know that Professor Jackson docks points if you’re late!” Bree’s hushed panic broke Addison’s sleepy haze. She leapt from her bed, quickly changing into the nearest clothes that weren’t pajamas, and swept everything off her desk into her bag. She sprinted to the classroom, from the D building up to A, and up the flight of stairs to the second floor, barely making it in the back door as the prof began class. Luckily, she’d grabbed a notebook and pen in her rush, and was able to at least take notes.
The rest of the day passed in a similar haze. Everything was a mess, but salvageable. After her three-hour English lecture, Addison had another three-hour lecture (this time for Anthropology), followed by a short dinner break and cheer practice; practice ran much later than usual as the neurotic captain was more obsessed with perfection than Bucky had been at his most neurotic. Just like that, the day was over and Addison flopped into bed, exhausted.
Sleep, shower, repeat.
Wednesdays she worked part-time in a café down the street from the main campus. Though the pay was negligible, the hours were steady and gave her a reprieve from the stress of being a student. Seven a.m. to three p.m., then she was back to cheer practice and homework. Thursday was spent organizing her English notes and drafting her essay, Friday was another eight hour shift at the café and studying for her Anthropology midterm. The weekend only provided more of the same. When Monday came, her first draft was finished and Addison treated herself to a relaxing bubble bath. To her surprise, it was only six o’clock.
The phone rang.
“Hey, sweetie,” it was her mother. “How’s school? You didn’t call us yesterday, is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” she lied. “I mean, I guess I’m just stressed with midterms and my essay.” I haven’t spoken to Zed in a month. There’s only so much you can communicate in a text and I only get to see him during the games. Missy continued to press her daughter and Addison continued to say what she wanted to hear. When her mother ended the call, Addison sat staring at the phone.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang. No answer.
The phone rang.
“Zoey!” Zed couldn’t help smiling as he answered the phone.
“Hey,” his little sister replied enthusiastically. “Did Addison tell you she enlisted Miss Zàrate to work with the Zombeans while you guys are at college?”
Zed nodded in remembrance. “Yeah, said that someone had to make sure you rascals kept up with practice,” he joked.
“Is she there?” Zoey asked. An innocent enough question, but one that tugged his dead heartstrings anyway.
“Uh, no. It’s the end of the semester, everyone’s pretty busy with final projects and exams. How’s your schooling going?” Zed changed the subject. He didn’t want to talk about how the past few weeks had been hard, how they hadn’t even talked on the phone, much less seen each other. Zoey happily told him about Zombeans and her experiences at her new school. She talked about their Dad and Puppy, about the changes to Zombietown (the rusty gates had finally been removed, there was a bus that took the kids into the human part of town for school and a regular city bus connecting the neighbourhoods “we get to take the regular school bus with the humans to the bus stop,” she’d explained solemnly), and everything else that was important to an eleven-year-old girl.
“When are you guys coming back to Seabrook?”
Zed sighed. “I don’t know, Zozo. Probably pretty quickly after the semester’s over. Five weeks maybe.” He could practically hear her pouting over the phone. “I miss you and Pops and Puppy,” he said. And Addison.
“We miss you too,” Zoey assured him. There was a brief pause while she said something to their dad. “Dad says I should let you get back to school stuff. And he wants to go over my homework. I told him it’s fine, but…”
“Math?” At his sister’s hum, Zed continued: “you just gotta keep checking. Try to memorize the uses of each formula and always check your work. At the end of the day, all that matters is that you pass.”
“Thanks, Zed.”
“Hey, isn’t it just about bedtime?” He could practically hear her rolling her eyes. Laughing gently, he told her good night and hung up the phone.
MISSED CALL. ADDI. Read the call display. Zed cursed, a mix of English and Zombietongue, and hit the speed dial.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang. He cancelled the call, not wanting to hear her voicemail again. Instead, he sent a few messages. Fifteen minutes and a response later, he texted Addison.
U R FREE SAT! PICK U UP @ DORM @ 430. SEE U GORGEOUS.
He added a green heart emoji at the end of the message, slowly smiling.
When he woke up the next morning, there was a new message from Addison:
YOU MEAN LIKE A DATE? followed by a single pink heart.
It was Tuesday. He had three days to plan the perfect reunion date.
Zombietongue and translations all taken from Ly’s amazing masterposts. @unusual-ly
Zombeans belongs to Sarah @fist-it-out
Abraza garzi’ska, ag gar-gargiza ru. | Sorry garzi’ska, I love you.
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Funeral Masses for Aaron Echolls: Viewing Hours 4 to 6
by iateyourheart
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Reporter 1: We're here outside of the Neptune County Jail where the body of actor Aaron Echolls was discovered this morning. The star of such films as In Pursuit of Happiness was awaiting trial for the murder of Lilly Kane, daughter of software mogul, Jake Kane. The official cause of death has not yet been revealed...
xx
The worst part of all of this crap, has to be the look on their faces. It's a rather piss poor attempt at sympathy that's more than likely fueled by good manners than any honest-to-god trace of the aforementioned emotion. Despite the maximum sadness factor, you appreciate the effort they put into the lie.
And, yeah, you get it. Honestly, you do.
Aaron Echolls may have been god's biggest misuse of human cells, but the man was still your father; a bit of respect is still required in situations such as these, whether the not-so dearly departed truly deserves it.
You understand where they're coming from. Why they would feel the need to offer you condolences and ask how you're doing. Seriously. You understand completely.
But, you don't for a second let this rare sign of maturity keep you from being annoyed as fuck by all of these forced, insincere pleasantries. You weren't fucking born yesterday and you know the breaking news blurb on the death of that part-time actor, full-time sociopath lifted a weight off of many-a-shoulder. Somewhere, church bells were probably ringing, and little forest creatures with wide anime expressions were probably hopping around singing with glee.
You may understand where they're coming from, but you just wish people would cut the shit already and be honest.
So, when you breeze into the hotel room and find Veronica and Duncan cozily snuggled up like the walking embodiment of teen-dream puppy love that they are, and they grace you with uncomfortable looks and fumbled words "How are you holding up?", you're armed with a plan.
Well, not so much a plan as it is a statement. There's no doubt your feelings are going to be conveyed quite nicely:
Duncan says nothing and Veronica gives you a look that smells of righteous indignation when you flop down in between them with a bottle of Boonesfarm in your hand. Deliciously ghetto, but gets you wasted all the same.
"Flip it to CNN," you order as you go to work on unscrewing the top of the Blue Hawaiian flavored alcohol.
"What the hell are you doing?" Veronica's giving you the eye. She disapproves already. That's ashame, really, cause you planned on sharing.
There's a sigh from Duncan, but he complies, and the moment you hear the reporter mention dear ole' daddy's name, you take a big swig from the bottle.
"Celebrating," you tell her after a particularly hard swallow. "Here's to..." you begin hoisting the bottle in the air with mock dramatics, "here's to aneurysms. Nature's little miracles."
xx
Tonight, on The Insider – the emotional interview with the daughter of Aaron Echolls, you don't want to miss.
:video clip:
Pat O'Brien: Had your father lived, do you believe he would have been acquitted of murder charges?
Trina Echolls: Oh, definitely. Definitely. I, know he was innocent. There was just so much misinformation about him before he died...
Pat O'Brien: The claims of abuse...
Trina Echolls: Right. It's all nonsense, Pat. My dad was a good man; he couldn't hurt a fly let alone his own children!
:end video clip:
xx
"To my beloved daughter, Trina, I bequeath all of my personal effects in the house..."
A snort. "Good luck collecting that."
"Totaling two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars. In addition, I also leave you a total of five million dollars. To my son, Logan..."
This should be good.
"...I leave a total of five million as well..."
Your face scrunches; hell, you were expecting a little more than a measly five mill – five million doesn't exactly say "Sorry I murdered your girlfriend, son".
"That's it? What about my trust fund?"
A sour expression forms on Barry's face and he makes a show of clearing his throat and ruffling papers. "Not to be touched until you're twenty-one. Both of your parents made that fact very clear."
"And, uh, how exactly am I supposed to collect all of my share?" Trina speaks up suddenly. "Half of it is char grilled thanks to him."
Obviously, your sis missed that memo on the fire that claimed casa-de Echolls; the one that points out the fact that the arsonists backs were considerably wet in nature. You, however, fake shock complete with your hand on your chest and a gasp. It has the desired affect and Trina narrows her brown eyes while mumbling something that's either a threat or a curse – most likely both. She can be so incredibly easy sometimes.
"You'll have to take that up with the insurance company. Although, I think there were a few items of Aaron's that survived the fire..." Barry's sifting through papers again and you take the opportunity to clean your fingernails with his letter opener. "Ah, yes," he says when he's found what he was searching for, "Three of Aaron's awards were recovered: two Golden Globes and a Blockbuster award. They now belong to you."
You can't help but smile,
"No fair! Clearly, dad liked the you best!"
xx
Reporter 2: Funeral services for Aaron Echolls get underway today at St. Francis Catholic Church...
xx
"You, know, I don't understand this at all."
It's amazing, the amount of strangers who show up at the church. Fans with your father's face adorning their T-shirts. Reporters with their cameras and questions.
"What is with this attitude, son?"
Only five people Aaron actually knew in life came to his funeral. Trina's flavor of the month, counted just as much as the flask you hid away in your pocket. And when your grandmother disappeared back into the comfort of her limo, and Conner Larkin walked outside to take questions, and Barry decided to head to the cemetery, and Trina's date grew tired of the bleak atmosphere and whisked her away, you were the only one left.
All alone. With him.
"Where I stand, you should be thanking me."
The grin on your father's face is enough to turn your stomach so hard you fear you might collapse. His head cocks to the side on that pillow of eternal rest and those cold eyes burn into yours.
"Thanking you?" your voice is shaky. You grip the side of the casket for support.
"For taking Lilly off your hands," he tells you simply. "She didn't exactly love you, you know."
Your mouth fills up with blood and at that point, you think it's best to remove your teeth from the meat of your cheek. "Shut up."
"I was only trying to protect you, Logan. It's just like you to take a piece of ass and try and turn her into a housewife." He tsks. "Once a whore, always a whore."
"You know shit about Lilly."
"C'mon, you've seen the tapes." Aaron chuckles and you feel a sudden urge to vomit. "For all intents and purposes, I think I knew her pretty well. I did you a favor, boy."
"You murdered my girlfriend, and you fucking got away with it! Do you really think I'm gonna mourn you? Shed one tear because you got to die in your sleep all quick and painless?" You glower, your hand gripping the casket's side so tightly your knuckles are white as sheets. "I should've bashed your head in while I had the chance. Or set you on fire."
"Oh, so is that what all of this hostility is all about? Veronica Mars?" His laugh echoes in your ears. "I hear she's dating Duncan again. Don't 'cha wish she would have stayed in that refrigerator just a few minutes longer?"
Aaron's casket rattles violently when you kick it. Your right foot feels as if it's been broken in two, but on a scale of one-to-ten measuring how much your very existence sucks beyond the telling of it, physical pain doesn't even register.
"Logan?"
It's her concerned voice that pulls you back to reality.
xx
:video clip:
Conner Larkin: All I ask is that you show the Echolls family the respect they deserve during this difficult time.
:end video clip:
xx
You fractured your right foot. Way to go, brain trust.
Veronica sits, arms folded, watching you greedily gulp down the pain killers the nurse handed you. She patiently waits until the two of you are alone again,
"Did it make you feel any better?"
The question's sincere; you're just too slow to stop your mouth from spitting out the first dickhead-ish sentence that comes to mind.
"Right as rain," you snicker. "Grey skies clearing up. I'm putting on my happy face."
"Logan, I'm..." she starts and stops at the sound of your hollow laughter.
"Don't even think about telling me you're sorry, Veronica. If you feel that bad – pick out a Hallmark card and let Snoopy say it for you, cause I've heard enough 'sorrys' to last a lifetime."
She stares at you for a minute before wordlessly sitting down on the end of the hospital bed. "I'm sorry he never paid for what he did," she says quietly and you know that will be the last you ever hear of it from her lips. Veronica Mars isn't exactly the queen of overstating emotion and you'd likely drop fucking dead of shock if she did it more than once.
The pills are kicking in and to say that you feel good at the moment would be an understatement.
You fall asleep with your fingers entwined with hers.
xx
Tonight on The Insider... Brad and Angelina, could wedding bells be just around the corner?
xx
Giving you a cane is like giving a wino a bottle of Old English. You're quick to use it to test the limits of your fellow man; you poke waitresses, jab unsuspecting children, and get out of hours of tedious homework. When your temporary cripple status doesn't work, you kindly remind everyone you're an orphan.
An orphan with a bum foot.
Dick thinks it's hilarious. Duncan merely shakes his head and smiles at your antics. Veronica says that maybe you've been watching those House dvd's a little too much.
After your episode at the church, everyone suggests you go and see a shrink. Talk things out. Get some closure.
"Batter, up?"
You've got your own ideas on the matter.
Cane in hand, you hobble up to the makeshift plate and throw Veronica a smile over your shoulder as you fix the goggles over your eyes.
"I still don't think it's fair that you get first up," she pouts.
"Hey, when your daddy kills your girlfriend, then you can get first bat," you sardonically tell her.
She grins. "Pinky swear?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
Never one to pass up an opportunity for the dramatic, you point your cane out toward the sky as if you were the Great Bambino himself, and with one fluid motion, you bring the oak crashing down.
The Blockbuster Award for Favorite Actor in a Romantic Comedy shatters into a million, tiny pieces.
You'll do this closure thing in your own, special way.
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single father!Baekhyun
Welcome to my first ever post! Hope you enjoy x
Edit: I finally edited the format and a couple things to make it gender neutral that my tired my forgot to do when I wrote this so yay!
Part 1 / Part 2
Ok, so in this universe Exo is still a thing
In fact, the only thing that is different is the fact that our dear beloved Baekhyun is a parent
A single parent in fact, to a very cute and small 4 year old boy named Baekhyo
He is the result of a failed relationship
And although Baekhyun did love the mother of his kid
There relationship was already rocky when Baekhyo was conceived
She just couldn't handle the schedules they both had
Resulting in them hardly ever seeing each other
And when the baby was born
She stayed just 2 months before she up and left without notice
Of course, Baekhyun was devastated
He did love her after all and they had a son together
His son was the reason he kept it together though and didn't fall deeper into the sadness he was feeling
However, he now had a baby to take care of alongside being a busy idol
At first he felt very alone
But of course mother Suho quickly stepped in to help
The other members quickly following suit
They all dote on little Baekhyo
All of them are known as his uncles
When they left Exo, Kris, Luhan and Zitao carried on visiting and facetiming when they couldn't and never fail to send him gifts; it doesn't matter if it is a special occasion or not
Baekhyo is probably the most loved a kid could ever be
Of course, all the fans know of Baekhyo and love him just as much
Who doesn't love seeing their idols interacting with kids after all?
There are always videos of the boy popping up with his father, the other Exo members, other idols
Literally anyone and everyone because Hyunnie loves showing off his son
And honestly, who is complaining
Because Baekhyun is still an idol he obviously still has a very busy timetable and doesn't get to spend as much time with his boy as he wants
When Baekhyo was still a wee baby, his parents often looked after him in order to keep some semblance of stability in his life
But now that he is a little older he is often brought along on his schedules so that father and son can spend more time together
There are no complaints from the staff or members about this
Who could hate it?
Everybody loves Baekhyun
And Baekhyo is literally a mini version of him
When either one is around they can bring the atmosphere up
When there both together that infectious happiness is easily quadrupled
Of course, he is still a little boy and does cause trouble and headaches
But nobody can get mad at him
Even when he puts his tiny grubby chocolate covered hands on Kai's shirt at a photo shoot
Or pulls off and breaks Chen's microphone backstage at an interview because he wanted a piggy back ride
Plus he isn't exactly quiet
How could he be with Byun Baekhyun as a dad and extra exo squad as uncles?
Despite this, nobody says anything about it because if you've seen the episode of 'The Return of Superman' with Chanyeol and Baekhyun visiting the twins, you know that him with kids is the cutest thing ever
Now, dear reader
You work at SM
Cliche I know
You work as one of the stylists for....
*drum roll*
SHINee!!!
Yep!
You are really good friends with the five boys...hmm sorry I mean men
And though you have seen Exo around you've never talked to them
Nothing more than the usual greetings when passing in the hallways anyway
Except for Jongin who is often with Taemin so you often see him around and have become good friends during these times
He has told you all about Baekhyun and Baekhyo
You have never seen the boy though
All the other staff are always telling stories of him
And you are lowkey jealous
Because you love kids and want to be able to tell cute stories as well
~time skip ehh~
It is just another normal November day for you
Well it would be if it wasn't for the fact that nothing was going well for you
The couple in the neighbouring apartment were very...."active" that night and made so much noise you couldn't get any sleep
Plus the heater had broken and so it was absolutely freezing when you woke up from the two hours of sleep you did get
It was pouring with rain outside and your only umbrella had broken the week before so you had to make a run for the bus stop
Only to miss it by seconds meaning you had to wait for the next one; resulting in you being late for work
You had just made it to your desk after getting your beverage of choice from break room and had settled down in tour chair when a small blur suddenly ran past your legs to under your desk
Now, considering how tired you were, your mind skipped any logical conclusions I could have made and so your first thought was "ghost"
Freezing in your spot, you slowly leant down to peer under
Only to see two big brown eyes peering out from under a fringe of black hair
Let's just say you were glad that there was nobody around to witness you jumping back and falling off your chair in surprise
"are you alright?" a small voice says
Ok, so it wasn't the demon from the ring like you were expecting but still
"Yes, yes. What exactly are you doing....umm"
"My name is Baekhyo and I'm four" he says showing four of his small chubby fingers
Despite the fact that you were grumpy from your bad morning a smile made it's way onto your face
"Ah, so your the famous Baekhyo. Pleasure to meet you. But why are you hiding under my desk cutie?"
"I'm playing hide and seek with daddy and if he finds me in more than ten mi..min...minutes then I get to choose dinner. And I really really really want jjajangmyeon so I have to win so shh."
The little boy then pulls you towards him and under the desk
(count how many times I say desk during this. Hint: it’s a lot)
You comply, too sleepy to really protest and manage too tuck yourself into the space
You must admit, Baekhyo is obviously pretty smart considering he chose your desk which has clothes and pieces of fabric draping over it hiding you two mostly from view
And so you sit there, listening to Baekhyo's cute voice rambling on about anything and everything a 4 year old kid can talk about
You're drifting off, eyes are half open when you hear the young boys talking stop and when you check on him to see why he stopped, your surprised to see him fast asleep
Baekhyo is curled up looking like a puppy with his lips in a pout and hair in his eyes
Smiling at how cute the sight before you is, you carefully pull him into your lap, his arms naturally wrapping round him
And so you join Baekhyo in the land of dreams
Meanwhile, a few floors down
Baekhyun is going round asking everyone if they have seen his son
("Have you seen my son? Nemo?")
(sorry)
Baekhyo wouldn't keep quiet about wanting to eat jjajangmyeon, but considering it wasn't even lunchtime yet of course Baekhyun denied his sons request
However, although he is a good kid and usually very well behaved
Like any child he has times of naughtiness and decided to pull a tantrum
And it wasn't the greatest time for it to happen because Exo were busy practising
So to distract him, our Baekhyunnie suggested a game of hide and seek: winner gets to choose dinner
Now of course, like the good father he is, Baekhyun was going to let his son win no matter what and so didn't start looking straight away
However, when it had hit the half an hour mark, he started panic a little
He knew he shouldn't, as there were always loads of people in the building and none of them would let anything happen to the boy
But when everybody he came across answered him negatively, he couldn't help but worry
And it was so relieving when he heard someone say that they had seen Baekhyo
"Oh, yeah. I saw him running to (y/n). I haven't seen him since so he is probably still there."
Thanking the staff member, he quickly runs off in the direction of your office.
He made it to the right floor but walking up to your desk he became disheartened, seeing nobody there
That is, until he hears some noise coming from underneath it
Of course, much like you earlier, he immediately expected the worst
Slowly, he pulled the cloth up
What he sees immediately brings a huge smile to his face
There his son is, snuggled into the arms of a stranger, who is also asleep
Now, Baekhyun has heard of you from Jongin
He has heard that you work with SHINee
And that you are a very kind, hard working person
What Jongin hadn't told him is how...cute you were
Although unwilling, he quietly sits down on the floor before shaking your arm carefully to wake you up
And as for you, you weren't expecting to be wake up to see the face of an angel
(you will never admit to anyone that this was your first thought then)
When your mind had woken up a bit more you realised that it was the Byun -Baekhyun sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you with the softest smile you had ever seen anyone wear on his face
You went to sit up, only to remember the boy sleeping on your chest
"It's like two cute bears in their own little cave."
A blush rises to your face when you hear these words.
Carefully passing Baekhyo over to his father, who pulls him into his lap, you sit up as much as you can, wiping under your eyes and sorting out your hair before crawling out from under the desk
"You know, this really isn't the way I was expecting to meet you. Do you often nap under your desk?"
"Usually I'm in my chair."
With a laugh as nice as his singing and a smile to match, his next sentence makes your breath catch in your throat
"So, as a thanks for looking after Baekhyo, how about you meet up with us later for dinner?"
"Jjajangmyeon?"
"Jjajangmyeon."
Ok, so this was my first post. It started getting pretty long so there will be a part 2, when it will get done I'm not sure but it will happen. If it gets requested it will happen quicker than not ;) ;)
This is actually the reason I started this blog, as I had an idea for an au but it was too detailed to request from someone else, so I decided to write it myself (and this is the first thing I have written since I finished my GCSE's 3 years ago lol)
It turned out completely different to what I had in mind, and I definitely need to practise my writing skills, but I'm kinda happy with it.
Anyways, my ask box is always open so feel free to request!
#kpop scenarios#kpop au#kpop imagines#exo scenarios#exo au#exo imagines#baekhyun scenarios#byun baekhyun scenarios#baekhyun au#byun baekhyun#exo#baekhyun
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You bring me home
Day 2 of nurseydex week :) prompt: room sharing / bed sharing
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summary: Dex and Nursey find themselves stranded in Rome.
A fly was lazily making its way down his arm. Dex was tracking its movements with his eyes, lacking the energy to lift his arm and wave it away. His shirt was sticking to his back so much that he was pretty sure it had to be melted into his skin by now. His head thudded against the wall of the youth hostel behind him when he leaned back. With a sigh he heaved his arm in the air to sweep at his brow, feeling like it was made of lead. He looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. He squinted against the light of a street lantern to look up at Nursey.
"Okay, so I have good news and bad news." Nursey smiled sheepishly.
"Out with it, Nurse. It's too hot and I'm too tired to play games." Dex said, urging him on with a wave.
"Okay, so I called my mom. Apparently it would have been wiser to book some things beforehand." Before Dex could say I told you so Nursey continued. "I know, I know. You predicted this. Look, it's late and I don't want to start combing through the entirety of Rome to find a place to sleep. So, here's the solution my mom came up with. A friend of hers lives about 5 miles outside of the city. We can call a cab to get there and stay with her."
Dex frowned. "A cab? Nursey, you promised me we wouldn't be making too many crazy expenses on this trip. I can't just throw money at a cab to solve my problems."
Nursey held up his hands, trying to placate Dex. "I know. Look, this is my fault for wanting to seek adventure of whatever and refusing to book a hostel beforehand. I'll pay for the cab fare, and this won't happen again. Promise." He scrunched his eyebrows together and looked pleadingly at Dex.
At that moment, Dex was glad that it was late and the light was low enough that his blush wouldn't be too visible. Damn Nurse and his puppy eyes. "Okay, fine. But you're letting me help you book something for the next city you picked, deal?"
Nursey nodded enthusiastically, his curls flopping in his eyes. "Deal. Okay, let's go see about that cab." He held his hand out to help Dex up.
With his hand held tightly in Nursey's own, the light of the lantern casting everything in a golden light, Dex didn't feel so tired anymore.
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Once inside the cab, butt sticking to the plastic of the backseat, Dex's mind drifted back to three months ago.
Nursey had been skyping with his mom when the idea had formed in his head. Dex had been doing homework when all of a sudden an upside down Nursey appeared next to him. Damn near gave him a heart attack. "Jesus Nurse, what's up?"
"Nothing's up, it's all down." Nursey replied with a straight face, not seeming to care that he had just uttered the most horrible pun in all of human existence. "Anyway, I'm skyping to my mom."
"I know, you shouldn't leave her hanging like that, it's very rude." Dex never said he was any better than Nursey.
Nursey stuck his tongue out at him. "She just suggested something interesting and I wanted to hear your thoughts on it. What would you think about a trip through Europe this summer? She did it before her senior year and according to her it was, and I quote, 'great fun'."
"No way, Nurse. I'm not going to Europe with you." Dex had said resolutely.
Of course, that had turned out a little differently. It wasn't entirely his own fault, honestly. Dex was only one man against Nursey's array of puppy dog looks. But the most convincing argument for Dex however, had come from an unexpected angle. He didn't know how exactly they found out, but one night he got a call from his parents. His mom had been adamant about him going. She didn't want him missing out on opportunities that they'd had to miss in their youth. His dad had added "Son, I know you're worried about the money. We'll make it work." And that had been it.
And here Dex was now. In Europe. With Nursey.
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The ride was over in what seemed like the blink of an eye, because Dex started nodding off about ten minutes in. Nursey nudged him awake with a poke to his ribs with his elbows. Dex blinked awake, wincing at the crink in his neck from falling asleep against Nursey's shoulder. Sitting up was an exercise in unsticking every part of his body that had been glued to the seats with sweat. The feeling was at once entirely unpleasant and weirdly satisfying.
Nursey smirked when he noticed Dex sticking and unsticking his arm to the fake leather. "Having fun there, dork? Come on, we've arrived. Not that I haven't enjoyed playing your pillow, but let's get you into a real bed." Dex blushed and turned away to leave the car before Nursey could comment.
They got there backpacks from the trunk and turned to see a tiny Italian woman walking out of her house. "Derek? Oh, I'm glad you made it! I must say, your mom startled me awake with that call earlier." The crow's feet around her eyes told the tale of a woman who spent a majority of her life laughing, just as heartily as she was now when smiling at them. "Come on, let's get you boys inside." She clutched her robe to her chest with one hand as she waved them inside with the other.
The woman, Isabella, had cooked them some pasta while they'd been driving. Dex could kiss her. They sat down in her cozy kitchen, trying to seem polite but failing as they devoured the food. When they didn't feel like they were starving anymore, they told her about the things they'd seen on their trip so far. Earlier that night, they'd taken the train from Florence to Rome.
"And when we arrived, I thought we'd just be able to get a room at the hostel but apparently they were booked solid for the next week." Nursey's eyes were trained on his plate. Dex couldn't bare the feeling that Nursey thought he was still mad at him. He nudged his foot under the table, making Nursey look at him. He smiled encouragingly at him. Nursey looked up at Isabella. "Really, thank you so much for taking us in at such short notice. I promise we'll find somewhere to stay tomorrow night. After that we're leaving again anyway."
She waved him off. "Nonsense, your mom knows she's always welcome here. I don't see any reason why I'd keep her own blood out onto the street. You're staying with me." She sounded so resolute that they didn't dare contradict her again.
Dex pressed his foot harder against Nursey's under the table to make it clear that everything was fine.
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Nothing was fine. Five minutes ago Isabella had let them into the bedroom that used to belong to her daughter. She'd pointed to the bed and said "You can share that one, or one of you has to sleep on the floor. I don't have any air mattresses here right now and my couch is too small I'm afraid."
Nursey had nodded and said "No problem, thank you Isabella. We'll just share. It's chill. Besides, Dex is used to falling asleep on me now." He turned to Dex, winking.
Dex rolled his eyes. "I knew you'd bring that up again. Yeah, yeah we can share. I'm fine with it." Really, he wasn't but he wasn't about to tell that to Isabella, who had been nothing but nice to them. He wasn't going to tell Nursey either for that matter. He'd just have to get through two nights in close proximity to Nursey and his miles and miles of skin. It would be fine.
Isabella left them to it and they quickly took care of business. Dex didn't know if he was the only one who thought the air between the two of them had grown heavier. It wasn't like he was actively avoiding conversation, but neither of them was making any effort to break the silence either.
Even though his body was made out of lead; even though moving through the heavy, warm night air felt like moving through molasses; even though he was trying to stretch it out, all too soon he was standing next to the bed. After all, your night routine could only take so long when you slept in your boxers. Nursey was standing next to him, seemingly waiting for him to make a move.
Dex took a deep breath. "Dibs on the left side." He dove into the bed, throwing back the covers so Nursey could join him. After another second, Nursey silently climbed in beside him. Dex turned to look at him. "Night, Nursey." Neither of them shut their eyes.
Nursey's eyes were cast downward, looking at his hands which were fiddling with the blankets. "I'm really sorry Dex, I..."
Dex interrupted him. Sure, he hadn't been happy two hours ago when he was sweaty and tired without a place to sleep for the night. But he was over it now. "It's okay, Nursey. You fixed it, right?" When Nursey still didn't look at him he added "Derek, come on. I'm not mad. Okay, I was two hours ago but it's fine now. I know you have this romantic idea in your idea of following in your mom's footsteps and doing everything like she did all those years ago. I get it. You don't have to feel bad about it."
That finally made Nursey look up. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "How do you know that's what I was doing?"
Dex smiled. "Because you literally skype your mom ten inches above my head? I can hear you guys."
"Oh. That makes sense I guess." Derek's forehead straightened out again. "Thanks for listening then. We'll figure it out together, yeah?"
"Exactly." Dex answered firmly. "Now go to sleep Nursey, we have a whole day of sightseeing in front of us tomorrow. I've seen your list, we have a crap-ton of stuff to see! Oh, think of all those beautiful buildings glittering in the glory of olden days and whatnot."
Nursey snorted. "Okay Dexy, good night. Sleep tight and whatnot." He turned on his side away from Dex.
Dex fell silent. After ten minutes he whispered to Nursey's back. "I'm really glad I'm on this trip with you."
He startled when Nursey turned around again. He thought he'd been asleep. "Me too, Will."
Dex didn't know if it was the late hour or the fact that Nursey had said his real name, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from leaning forward and pressing his lips against Nursey's. For two whole seconds he thought he had just screwed up their whole trip. Then, Nursey rubbed his nose gently against his cheek. He pressed his forehead against Dex's for a moment before pressing their lips together again. They stayed like that, kissing softly with hands roaming over bare skin, for a long while. After a while though, they both became so tired that they were more leaning on each other than really kissing anymore. Dex kissed Nursey on the lips one more time before turning him around, so he could put his arms around him.
Dex didn't sleep great that night, plastered to Nursey's back. The bed felt a bit like the devil's sweaty armpit, but he didn't care. He wouldn't let Nursey go.
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/9499595/chapters/23121486I FINALLY updated my Kent Parson fic! Next chapter is up. Hope y’all like it! :D
June 27, 2009
Las Vegas, Nevada.
Less than twenty-four hours after his world began to shatter into pieces, Kent found himself all alone on a Friday morning in a large, bare, clinically sterile apartment right in the heart of Las Vegas, pressing his hands against the large bay windows as people bustled continuously along the Strip.
After the painfully long four rounds of drafting for the night, Kent had finally been allowed half an hour to say a tearful goodbye to his mother, stepdad, little sister and entire Italian extended family on both sides, and a broey but no less meaningful one to his New York neighbours and teammates before he was ferried away in a tinted, private car to the Montreal-Dorval International Airport and put on a late-night, red-eye flight to McCarran Airport. He was glad of the lack of gushing and the anonymity he got, as despite the fact that he knew that he would have to leave everyone he loved behind for this, he slowly began to realise the distance and lack of contact he would have with his small, loving circle. The images of his mom giving him the tightest hug he’d ever received from her, as tears flowed down both of their faces and wetting both his jersey and her best blazer, and her whispering into his ear in a broken voice ‘Just do your best and be happy, sweetie. That’s all you need to do to make us proud. You’ll always be the best to us no matter what’, before giving him a big kiss, and his stepdad trying but failing to control his tears, and saying ‘Knock ‘em dead, son’ before giving him a huge, manly hug, and his little sister not being able to say anything, but jumping on him and giving him numerous very wet and sloppy kisses, replayed in his mind the whole ride to the airport and the whole flight, interspersed with Bob’s radio silence and the memory of Jack lying, cold and unresponsive on the tiled, generic bathroom.
It was no wonder, then, that he cried silently the entire car ride and the majority of the flight, flicking through the photos and videos on his phone before falling into a fitful sleep.
Gently shaken awake by a sympathetic air hostess, Kent walked off the plane at a truly ridiculous time in the morning and into his new city in a strange, catatonic haze, which was only broken after he stepped out of the airport and was overcome with a searing wave of heat. Looks like we’re not in Kansas, anymore, Dorothy, he said wryly to himself, as he stepped into the taxi pre-hired for him and sped off to the apartment that management had procured for him, as he yawned and stared, wide-eyed at the landscape around him intermittently.
The taxi driver was very nice, and once Kent had reached his apartment block, he was given a pat on the shoulder and a business card pressed into his hand ‘in case you ever need anything, kid. This is a rough place for people as young as you’. Then they sped off, and Kent stared up at the seemingly never-ending high-rise block, wondering which level was level thirty and where his flat was.
After much swearing and walking up and down the corridor because the numbering in this ridiculous place was fucked up, Kent FINALLY found the door to his flat, and with a fair amount of trepidation, opened the door.
It was…..well, exactly what he expected and much better at the same time. Walking through, he noticed that it was a lot larger than he had anticipated. All the appliances were modern and the entire place just gave off the aura of being sleek and modern. The only thing was that it seems very….sterile. Granted, that was probably due to the fact that the place was completely bare, apart from his luggage and his hockey gear, and the larger than average single bed in the master bedroom, but still. It seemed empty, and devoid of any possibility of warmth and comfort. But, it was his, and in the end, that’s all that mattered.
Tired, cold, hungry and utterly spent emotionally from the events of the past day, Kent flopped onto the ledge of his giant living room window, so far one of his favourite parts of the place, and leaned against the glass, watching the . Briefly, he thought about what Zimms would have thought about this place, and about the city. After all, it was him who was supposed to be here, not little Kent, who has supposedly ‘ridden his coattails’ to success. He imagined that he wouldn’t have liked it very much. Or, at least, not more than Kent himself liked it at the moment.
On a sudden impulse, he checked his battered flip phone, which he was informed would soon be replaced with a brand new iPhone, a new invention by Apple. Despite his ten more messages and five more missed calls, there was nothing from Bob or Jack. Only a few texts from his family. Sighing, he quickly sent out a mass message to his family and friends that he was safe in his apartment which was greeted by smileys from his parents and requests for pictures from his friends and sister. He clicked one, and although the quality was, to be honest, utter trash, it received the most excited of reactions from everyone.
Smiling softly despite himself, Kent flopped into his bed and decided to take an untimely nap. He thought he deserved this one joy, at least.
He was awoken about five hours later by his phone blaring Britney at him. Expecting the best, he checked the call log excitedly, but it wasn’t Jack, or even Bob. He deflated, visibly. However, there were at least three or four missed calls from a variety of unknown numbers, followed by texts from these numbers all variations on the same theme of ‘Welcome to the Aces, rookie!’. Kent smiled again, unexpectedly, for the second time that day. This must be his new teammates, getting his number from the manager. Kent had no sooner replied to all of them then he was greeted with a loud knock on his door. Slowly opening it, he was immediately bowled over by at least five large, burly men all towering over Kent’s five-foot-ten frame.
Once he had recovered himself and gotten up off the floor, he was immediately enveloped in a huge group hug by these men before being installed in a circle on the floor, and his hands filled with boxes and boxes of food, toiletries and groceries, which he then methodically placed on his shiny new kitchen counter in a semi-orderly pile.
‘Hey, little Kenny, don’t you have any furniture yet?’, asked the tallest, which he’d previously been told was the captain of the Aces. Andy Dubrovnik, an American-born Russian, and the son of a famous KHL player, was only about thirty, one of the NHL’s youngest captains, and had been so since he was twenty-three. He was fast becoming one of the league’s rising stars, despite his age, and was probably one of the nicest hockey players in the league. But obviously, Kent didn’t know about THAT. Well at least, not yet, although he knew all his other stats.
Although he shuddered just a little bit at the nickname, Kent recovered and answered ‘No, cap. I only got here this morning, you see, and the flat was empty, and I’ve been asleep most of the day….so, yeah’. ‘You poor thing’, said Andy sympathetically. ‘All alone here in this empty flat after what you’ve been through’. Kenny started ‘How do you know about..’ but Andy cut him off, saying ‘Pretty much the whole hockey world knows about that by now. It’s all over the news, social media, everywhere. And of course we know, we were watching the draft online to see who’d we get. That’s why we came here as soon as we were told you got here. I remember how I felt when I first went to Montreal. It was horrible, and it wasn’t even too far away from my family. Anything you need, we’ll help you with. We’re a team, and we’re here for you’.
Kent was so touched by this that he unconsciously started crying again, sniffling suspicious before giving up and just wiping his eyes with his jersey. Luckily, another teammate had wisely brought a packet of tissues in his bag, and quickly got it out, giving it to Kent with a smile and a pat on the head. Kent gave him a weak smile back, before quietly saying, in a shaky voice ‘Thankyou all so much for this. I’m so glad all of you are here. I never expected any of this…I’m just…so grateful’. Andy gave him another quick squeeze, before booming ‘Alright, so now let’s have a proper introduction! Come, on, boys, speak up’, while everyone gave themselves a formal introduction to Kent, along with nicknames. The one who’d given him the tissues was Jeff ‘Swoops’ Troy, who turned out to be only a year older than him, another forward and unreasonably adorable to boot, and the others apart from Andy, who went by Dubs and was again, a forward, were Mischa ‘Kuzzy’ Kuznetsova, a defenseman, Leo ‘Lion’ Durand, the goalie and Oscar ‘Taylor’ Swift, another defenseman. After fairly demolishing much of the food (and soft drinks) that had been brought to Kent’s place, Kent now had a pretty fair working knowledge of the entire Aces roster, including coaching and management staff, and was feeling much less like a kicked puppy and much more like a teenager having a house party. They joked and laughed and gossiped, and at one point, someone put their phone into a docking system and they had a mini-karaoke and dance session, and Kent began to feel more and more like he’d been here forever.
After four hours, it had begun to get dark, and the lights on the Strip began to wink awake. It was a truly beautiful thing, and Kent, fascinated, sat on the floor admiring it for a long, long while before he was tugged along by his teammates on an impromptu Ikea trip since ‘you can’t live like this forever, man, you need to get some shit’. So, after an hour long trip, car filled to the brim and loud music playing the entire time with the windows down, an enjoyable classic Ikea lunch and a three hour shopping trip filled with the ridiculous shenanigans one could expect of five young and fun men, although Dubs tried many times to control their antics, Kent found himself in a cuddle pile on the floor back at home, with a truly ridiculous amount of furniture and cutlery all piled up in a corner of the living room, paid for with Kent’s first ever paycheck, ready to be assembled and placed in their proper places.
It was about ten minutes into this before Lion suddenly announced ‘MOVIE AND TAKEOUT TIME, GUYS!’, and the whole company bustled into ordering food, unpacking some of the cutlery and arguing fiercely over the best hockey movies of all time, while firing up their Netflix queues (how they brought their laptops here, Kent would never know), and within half an hour Kent found himself in a companionable swarm in front of Lion’s MacBook watching The Mighty Ducks, eating a slice of cheese pizza and laughing for what seemed like ages. It filled him with something he never thought he’d have again: hope. Something further compounded when Swoops, suddenly dropping his plate, proclaimed ‘Oh shit, Parson doesn’t have a nickname yet!’, and with the movie hurriedly paused, a loud and vehement discussion ensued, from which Kent was excluded apart from trialling suggestions.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of this, Dubs finally broke free and announced ‘Kent, on behalf of the Las Vegas Aces, we have formally decided that you’ll be henceforth called Parse! Apart from when you’re in trouble’, he said, winking.
Kent, well now Parse, smiled widely and nodded to give his assent, and the whole group erupted into cheers, before previously hidden alcohol was passed around to celebrate this.
Taking a half flute of champagne, Kent toasted, along with his group, to his new life, and as he sipped it, he tilted his head back and released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
Maybe things were going to work out for him here after all.
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