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jaeminscoffee · 4 years

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Sleep tight | k.dy

Pairing- Kim Dongyoung x reader

Genre- Fluff, crack, facetime!au

Word count- 1.18k

Warning(s)- None

Synopsis- Your cat's agreeably smart.

Type- Requestedddd!

@kpopscape

"-and that's why i decided to call you."

You hear snickers from the other side of the screen, most likely to be that of your boyfriend's or one of his teammates.

"You decided to call me because your cat threatened to break your flower vase if you didn't?"

Maybe that needs some explaining to be done. You hate Doyoung's choice of career path. Not really, but you hated what his career path called for. Constant traveling, frequent stays at dormitories, busy days, and of course, no cuddles. You're happy that he gets to do what he likes with a strong passion as his work but you hated that it'd always mean that you'll have to spend nights cold rather warm in his embrace most of the time. You hated that sometimes he'd get so busy to a point where he can't even check his phone which always led to you being worried. So you decided to call him. Two hours after your previous call.

Of course you didn't call him because your cat threatened you. You just missed him and knew better than to call him during schedule so you call him as frequently as you can during his break time.

Doyoung let out a chuckle while shaking his head at your rather serious expression to the question asked. "Mhm. Julie said she'd push the vase kept by the foyer that you gifted me if I didn't call you."

"That's meticulous."

It's a little late in the day. Probably bedtime even. Would've been a peaceful cozy one with Doyoung by your side while you wit away your day in netflix and chitchats while both of you fell asleep slowly in the warmth and protection of each other. But all you had to work with today was the comforter from the guest room that the members sometimes lounged in, rolled into a human sized burrito with you legs and arms around it that radiated not even half of Doyoung's body temperature.

"I'm being seriousss! Don't you believe me?" you whine while the camera faced upwards towards the ceiling, as you were a little too lazy and worn out to hold the phone up. It was convenient enough for you. You got to see his face and you get to hear his voice close by.

"I do, I do, you big baby but come on! I can't see you, this is unfair."

You groaned, "But my arm's hurt, I don't want to hold the phone up!"

"I'm cutting the call if you don't show me your face. Literally" Doyoung replied in a 'as a matter of fact' tone which only had you thrash around the bed further, making the phone shake a little alongside, letting Doyoung know of your doings.

"Babe, I'm going to count down from 3. If you don't lift the phone, tell Julie she has all the permission to break that vase."

You yawn out before stretching out your muscles "3-" "Okay finee!" you cry out, laying down for a little while more; "2-" damn did you hate countdowns "On-"

"Hi, hello yes. Here." you pick up your phone immediately, holding it up high above that showed your being till your middle, "Oh-"

"Alright, first my hoodie, then my sweats, take my boxers next" Doyoung gave you an accusatory look, feigning it, obviously.

You look down for a moment, "I don't know how to tell you this"

You laid there in Doyoung's blue hoodie and his boxers that acted a knee length short that was a perfect night fit for you. They had the 'Doyoung feels' in it and of course, his scent. You'd at least be able to have his musk surround you even if he wasn't in order for you to sleep even comfortable.

"Oh y/n, what will I do with you?" He questioned, mostly to himself than you.

You set the phone down after positioning your pillows in a way that could capture your face as you settle down onto your side, cuddling into the comforter roll a little more, feeling at ease at the casual conversation going on between the two of you. "How about, you sing for me?" you ask, closing your eyes slightly, snuggling into your head pillows

The other end of the line went silent, making you crack open your eyes only to find him looking at you in a judgemental way. The more the stare off lasted, the more the defeat found its way to Doyoung's practice room. Sighing, he gave up. Nonetheless giving into your favor.

"Fine. Only because I love you."

You hear shuffling from the other side of the screen, sounds of sports shoes tapping on the floor and a door shutting behind. Only for a new door being opened to be heard. "You know, sometimes i feel like the amount of love and adoration i have for you is terrifying and I'm now concerned"

Doyoung receives a hum as a reply, making him smile softly knowing you'll soon fall into slumber any minute now. "Still want me to sing for you?" he stared tentatively at your peaceful figure. Were you asleep?

"Yep. Sing for meee" you say, voice small as you snuggle the side of your face further into the pillow, feeling much better now that the background voice has died down. You hear him clear his throat, shortly starting to hum the tune of your two's favourite piece.

"On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night"

A smile grew on your face at the angelic voice of your boyfriend. Imagining as though he's beside you singing, rather at an empty studio singing for you through the device.

"There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinkin' to myself

'This could be heaven or this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle

And she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say"

You pull the comforter roll closer, imagining it to be Doyoung. You feel yourself surrender to the soothing melody of the song and your slumber. Eyelids weighing down more and more,

Indulged in the song, Doyoung failed to notice his girlfriend passed out comfortably, cutely snuggled and tucked into a bunch of comforters and pillows and his hoodie pulled over your head.

"Welcome to the Hotel California" He ended it there, "did you like it?-" Finally opening his eyes open to pay full attention to the screen, a loving smile immediately finding home in his features. Of course, you'd fallen asleep. Scared the volume of his voice would disturb your beauty sleep, Doyoung opted to whisper instead, wishing oh so desperately to be the one cuddled up by you instead of your blanket and to place a peck on your forehead.

"Good night, my love."

And so Julie decided that the call was good enough to spare the flower vase.

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sunflowersseemhappy · 4 years

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hi!! so glad your requests are open again- can I get modern main six picking mc up from the airport after a long and tiring trip? ty 💖

Hi to you too anon, I’m glad my requests are back open too! I hope you like, I quite enjoyed this little scenario and I’ve got requests for a Modern AU so more of this is coming!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN and here is my Masterlist!

Asra

Always on time, Asra says it’s because he has ‘magic powers’.

In reality he just has the app that tells him when your planes land.

Likes to sneak up on you outside the gates, but his white as always hair generally makes him stand out.

If he’s able to he’ll grab your bags before you’re through the gate and you find him sitting on the large suitcase with that fox-like smirk after he texts “Behind you! 😜” to your phone.

Standing up and opening his arms as you slouch into them and give him a tired kiss as he lifts you up so your toes are off the floor.

He usually pulls your chin up to give you another lingering kiss on your lips before picking up your bags.

He updates you on any news on the way to his car, opening the door for you and then lugging the bags into the trunk.

When he’s sitting in the car too Asra will lean over and give you another lingering kiss as he pops the glove compartment open.

Handing you your favourite snack and drink as well as popping in your favourite music CD or radio station.

On the car ride home Asra is either rubbing your knee or holding your hand at every possible second, talking about the new recipe he found for pumpkin bread and how Faust managed to escape her tank again.

His smooth chatter lulls you to sleep every time, that, and the jet lag.

Now that he expects it Asra has a nice warm pile of blankets and pillows to snuggle up in every time, cradling you in his arms as he lies back and enjoys the sound of your soft snores.

He doesn’t mean to but he usually falls asleep too, often times he finds the escaped Faust nestled up on his chest when the two of you wake.

You find it pretty funny how friendly that little snake is toward Asra, and how much she likes cuddles, but you can’t really complain.

Asra’s cuddles are the best.

Nadia

Usually on time, although her day job sometimes makes her a bit late.

She’ll text you all the same to tell you when she’s on her way or there.

Nadia usually waits by the exits to the airport for two reasons:

a) its hard to find her way in crowds (especially given she’s been on a few magazine covers) and...

b) she wouldn’t get to hold up the sign near the taxi drivers that says “love of my life” for you to find her (you get a few stares and giggles but it is pretty cute).

As you go up to her Nadia will loop her arm around yours and help you carry the bags with a vivid smile, asking how the journey went, etc...

Once the two of you have packed up the car Nadia will loop her arms around your neck and give you a long smooch on the cheek, giggling at the mark her lipstick leaves.

Rubbing it off with her thumb she’ll beckon you to get in the car and depending on what you want to do or what time it is Nadia will ask you if you want to go get a massage, or go to a restaurant.

Most of the time you shrug, wherever Nadia is you’ll be happy, although you really fancy some of your favourite take out food (think KFC/McDonalds/Chinese).

But whatever you want Nadia obliges with a wink and a kiss as you rumble down the roads in her car.

Afterwards when you’re yawning so wide Nadia jokes you could swallow an orange whole she takes you home where the two of you chat over your take out and joke over strange happenings.

Outside the owl Nadia has named Chandra watches your shadows by the window.

Then the two of you watch a movie, it doesn’t take long until you are asleep, snoozing against Naida’s chest as she fiddles with your hair and thinks about the meeting she has in the next hour.

She can cancel, this moment with you is much more important.

Julian

Julian is always late, every single time, but not overly so.

He’s never been more than an hour late, but night shifts are tough on him so you don’t really mind.

Its a good time to grab some coffee and sort out any missed calls on the flight whilst waiting for him. Free Wi-Fi is a god-send in airports.

Just as you’re about to check up with Julian on the phone, a tall lanky man, all too familiar pulls out a chair and slumps across the table.

Taking a final sip of your coffee you’d laugh if Julian didn’t look so upset about being late once again.

You just ruffle his hair sympathetically and nod in understanding as he grumbles into the table, dipping your own chin to rest it on the table.

You give him a quick fleeting kiss on the corner of his mouth when he looks up at your silence, face instantly going crimson as you place your hands either side of his face and nod to get out of the airport.

As the ‘gentleman’ he is Julian insists on carrying all your bags, it’s like a game of Tetris (that he’s loosing) as you watch him fumble disastrously with the keys, the truck and the bags.

When he sets aside the suitcase to open the door for you it starts loudly clattering away across the uneven ground and he has to race to save it from getting smashed under another car.

Once the two of you are finally in the car, Julian breathless from running and you breathless from holding back laughter the two of you give each other smiles and snigger between yourselves.

Julian offers you some of his cold coffee on the way back home, which you manage to decline. Thankfully your warm coffee is working just fine.

So much so that when you get back to your little apartment the two of you spend all night in the kitchen, talking, drinking and cooking some successful and not so successful dishes (thankfully the neighbourhood raven Julian has affectionately named Malak is more than happy for the scraps).

Somehow you’re both drunk enough to dance and twirl each other around, lazily kissing until you collapse to the floor leaning against Julian’s shoulder from the exhaustion in your feet.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Muriel

Muriel is usually early to the airport, he likes to make sure he can avoid traffic and have Inanna (a wolf dog mix) buckled up to come along. Inanna loves car rides.

And to your memory he has never been late once.

Given his dislike for crowds you usually find him perched on a bench outside the exit scanning the crowd for you and once he sees you his face brightens, then goes red when he realises he made such a face.

Inanna is instantly jumping at your heels as she runs to greet you, almost knocking you off balance as she does so, Muriel is up on his feet steadying you before you know it.

“Inanna missed you... and so did I.”

Your hand slipping into his Muriel leans down so that he can plant a kiss to the top of your head, cheekily you reach around his neck and hug him placing your lips against his with a small smirk.

He turns brighter red, beginning to lead you off to his car, carrying all your bags in one hand and leading along the suitcase in the other.

Once they’re in the trunk you bump into Muriel affectionately, his own smirk plays on his lips as he helps you up into the cab of his pickup, as soon as you’re seated Inanna is trying to lick your face.

As Muriel pushes Inanna off you he offers you some of your favourite seasoned bread and some boiled eggs to snack on as he drives the three of you home.

By the time you’re back home it’s raining and you racing Muriel into the house, you’re pretty sure he let you win but even so the both of you are soaked to the bone.

You spend the evening in your small bathroom, dancing around each other to reach things, somehow the two of you both fit in the tub together and wash each other’s hair.

Leaning back on Muriel in the warm soapy water is enough to make you doze as he combs your hair through his fingers.

Muriel makes you a nice warm meal just before you fall asleep properly in his arms with Inanna laying across the two of you.

You’re home.

Portia

Like her brother Portia is always famously late.

Usually because of her various hobbies and huge workload.

Retreating from the hustle and bustle of the airport you find a nice spot to chill out and flick through your phone, thankfully Portia sent you a text saying she’d be late but was on her way.

Just as you’re finishing a soda, a small Portia-shaped creature tackles you with a squeal of joy, bowling you over into the grass. Jubilantly yelling “you’re back! You’re back, you’re back, you’re back!”

It definitely creates a scene but you don’t much care about that as you hug Portia back, your face burying into her curls.

When you pull back Portia is reeling off all kinds of questions, barely taking a breath in between and not really waiting for your answers, with a roll of your eyes you give Portia a smooch to shut her up.

That triggers her to kiss you a bunch of times all over your face, until you yell for mercy.

The only one of the six who doesn’t drive Portia is glued to you as you ride the buses back home, as if she’s afraid you’ll leave again.

To make up for being late she’s brought you your favourite Starbucks/Costa drink and the two of you sip on them until you finally get home.

Pepi comes to greet you (in a little sweater?) with much meowing and by winding herself through your legs, it takes a lot of bribing with tuna for the cat to leave you be for the evening.

The two of you order in a pizza or two as Portia goes over her new hobby of making cat clothes with Pepi as the model, the cat gives you a miffed look that makes you laugh during the talk.

It takes hours for Portia to tell you what’s been going on and all the latest gossip, so much so that when she finally runs out of things to say you’re fast asleep with a placid smile on your lips.

Portia has god to admit, you’re pretty cute when you’re asleep.

Lucio

On time or late, but never early.

Lucio’s been counting down the seconds till he sees you again, but usually that leads to him getting bored and falling asleep.

That particular day Lucio is on time and it is not hard to miss him...

When he pulls up in his shiny new car (the second in a month) honking his custom horn and yelling your name from the window enthusiastically.

You let out a curt chuckle as he pulls up in the pick up bay and jumps out of his car, hair slicked back and ray-bans on his nose, not at all aware that his car is rolling forwards.

“Um...Lucio!”

“I know, I know, you missed me so much-” His arm comes to circle around your shoulders as he gives you a winning smile. You sigh wearily as the two of you hear a crunch.

“The handbrake is off again.”

Lucio is pouting in the cab of the recovery truck as it tows his car back home you can only comfort him about the loss of his new car.

But he surprises you when he explains that he was going to treat you to dinner at your absolutely favourite restaurant and that’s why he’s upset.

It’s so sweet that you cup his face and plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tousling his hair with your hand as you pluck his sunglasses off his face and sit them on your own nose.

Scoffing Lucio moves in to give you a much fiercer kiss, the recovery man clears his throat and you put a finger to Lucio’s lips to make him wait.

When you finally get dropped off and Lucio’s car is taken to the mechanic, you shrug when you get up to the apartment as Mercedes and Melinchor leap at your knees.

You manage to scavenge some microwave popcorn and a dusty wine bottle from the back of the cupboards (Lucio eats out a lot when you’re gone), and the two of you spend the evening watching terrible rom-coms.

Lucio kissing the back of your neck as you lie up against his chest, dozing off from his feather-light kisses.

Lucio only notice’s when you start to snore but despite the disaster of the day so long as you’re around not much can put him down.

Well except when he got a call saying his car was a write off.

#the arcana #lucio #asra #muriel #nadia #portia #julian #apprentice #julian devorak #arcana #the arcana muriel #the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana asra

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illneverrecover · 4 years

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call you mine (M) | changkyun

➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader ➛genre: friends with benefits!AU, non Idol!AU, angst, smut, fluff. ➛word count: 2,741 ➛rating: M ➛warnings: idk this is truly some sweet soft shit, mentions of alcohol, friends with benefits, standing sex, slight rough sex, biting/marking because clearly I have a kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of Mingi!!, lots of kissing, soft clown Chaingang truly. ➛summary: Changkyun knew he ruined your friends with benefits arrangement when he let his feelings be known, and now you’ve left him on read for weeks. So he does the only thing he can to stay sane - he religiously watches your Instagram stories. ➛notes: Another first for me - my first Monsta X fic! I’ve played around with writing Changkyun for a while now, mostly because I live to torture @taetaesbaebaepsae (which she deserves from all the PAINFUL and RUDE Baekhyun shit she’s written for me). However, she decided to actively commission her own demise, because she stays not listening to Namjoon and refuses to love herself. I’m glad I finally got a chance to take a stab at writing her ult, and I hope I did him justice! Enjoy your tomfoolery, Kristin! 💖 ➛song: Call You Mine - The Chainsmokers & Bebe Rexha | Horizon - I.M. & Elhae

It’s pathetic, he knows.

The way he can’t stop watching, the way he seeks your face out in an app full of millions of others. The way he can’t get you out of his bed, his head, his thoughts.

He fucked up, scared you off, and now he’s left with the aftermath of his own stupidity. Watching you through a screen to fight the withdrawals off, to keep his heart beating.

Changkyun knows you would laugh at him if you saw what he was doing.

Watching your Instagram stories is the only reason he’s heard you laugh in over two weeks, the only way he’s been able to see your eyes light up, your lips curve into a salacious grin. Things he fucking missed, thought he would have plenty of time to indulge in - until he couldn’t keep his mouth shut and ruined it.

He had taken you back to his place after a few shots of whisky at the dingy local bar, hands and mouth unable to leave your skin - just like the hundreds of times before. It had been four months since you had started this friends with benefits relationship, and despite having freedom to see whomever he wanted, Changkyun found himself only starving for you. So hungry that he couldn’t stand another moment in that place, watching you share your smile with anyone other than him. So he had tugged you close, nipped at your ear, told you that you were so damn beautiful that he couldn’t stand there another minute without you coming undone around him.

You had smirked, slid your hand down the front of his pants, grabbing his cock like you owned it, purring out the words “prove it” before following him outside, just like the hundreds of times before.

Pressed up against his wall, his pelvis flush with yours, Changkyun whispered filth in your ears as he ground up against you, swallowing your moans in greedy kisses. Desperate fingers had pulled at your top, freeing your breasts for him to worship as he worked your skirt up around your waist, thrusting his clothed length against your core until you were whining.

Changkyun always promised to take his time with you, to work you over until you were drunk on his touch and pleading for more - but you never let him, always knowing the right thing to say to get his gaze to go dark and lust to turn frantic, to unzip his jeans and press inside your dripping cunt right there in the hallway.

Just like the hundreds of times before.

You had come around him, digging your nails in his back so hard it left marks, made him growl your name against your collarbone as his thrusts picked up speed to fuck you through the high. You urge him on in the way only you can manage, begging for his release, whispering how much you want his come deep in your cunt. Biting down against the skin, he had spilled inside you with a final groan, hips twitching as he pumped you full of him, forehead resting against your shoulder.

Instead of pulling away immediately, Changkyun remained collapsed against you, breathing heavy. You had smacked at his shoulder, but he just chuckled, arms adjusting to continue a firm hold of your legs as he stayed inside of you, trapping you against his body and the wall.

“What are you doing, Kyun?” scoffing, you had grasped his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “I let you fuck me dirty against the wall without even demanding you buy me food after. Least you can do is let me get cleaned up.”

He had gazed up at you then, eyes piercing as they looked through you, and your heart clenched tightly in your chest.

He knew he shouldn’t say it. Knew it would scare you off. And yet….

“I would, you know.” Swallowing thickly, his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Take you to go get food. If you - I mean, if you wanted. If you’d let me.”

It was like he could see the carefully crafted defenses go up, the pain etching your brow and making your eyes go cold. Anxiety flooded his veins as you wiggled out of his grasp, sliding your clothes back into place as you moved towards his bathroom.

“You don’t mean that,” you murmured, faking a smile. “You know what this is, Kyun.”

“I do mean that!” He knew he sounded too eager, too pitiful, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I’d take you out to dinner. Or,” following you, he paused in the doorway, watching you appraise yourself in the mirror. “We could just get take-out and go somewhere private, drive to a park, bring a blanket and some booze, eat somewhere no one would know or bother us.”

Your answering laugh had sounded wrong, like it had cost you something - like it was the last thing you had wanted to do.

“Like a picnic? Changkyun, you’re saying you want to take me on a picnic? Like a proper date?”

Stuttering, he tried to explain himself, but you had cut him off with a single wave.

“Listen, we both know I’m not that kind of girl, and you don’t want me to be.” Leaning forward, you had pressed a kiss against his mouth, your eyes somber when you had pulled away, moved towards the door.

“What if I do?” His voice broke, wanting to reach out but his arms remaining stiff at his sides. “What if I want you to be that kind of girl, with me?”

Tears stung your eyes, your stomach sinking like you had been punched. You couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle the inevitable disappointment that would come when you got your hopes up.

“I’ll see you around,” you threw over your shoulder before shutting the door, and shutting him out.

Just like the hundreds of times before.

It had been two weeks now since he last saw you in person. It wasn’t for lack of trying; texting you at all hours had proven fruitless, even when he tried to send the usual ‘you up’ message like he didn’t just lay his heart out on the line. You responded airily, non committal, and he knew what you were doing.

You were trying to let him down easy.

So here he was, phone glued to his hand as he scrolled through to find your picture, clicking on it to see if there was any update. You didn’t post a bunch in your feed, but you had a tendency to update your stories often - filling them with silly memes and cute selfies, little videos of you going about your day. Cuddling with your cat, attempting to cook something for lunch. His favorite was when you would do tarot readings for your followers; the way your face would turn serious as you read the cards, passionate fire in your eyes as you helped deliver the message to its owner.

Seeing you that excited and genuine did something to him, made his chest feel like it was going to explode.

He knows you can tell that he’s watching, can see the icon of his profile showing up at the bottom of the video under “seen by.” He can only imagine what you’re thinking when you see it - that he’s a loser, this friend with benefits who turned lovesick puppy, but he can’t make himself care. It’s the only way he feels close, can pretend you’re still in his life.

He never thought that he would need you, now all he wants is to see you - for you to answer him, to come back to him.

Changkyun still sends texts, unable to stop his fingers from reaching out, despite knowing you’ll shut him down. He calls sometimes too, late at night when his blood is more whisky than plasma, though you never answer those. Instead he listens to your voicemail, eyes closed to stop the world from spinning, letting your voice lull him to sleep.

He convinces himself he’s fine with this arrangement, that things would be alright. He can just miss you from afar, observe you live your life through the pixels of a screen. That watching your stories is enough for him, will keep him afloat.

Until he sees you with someone else.

It was another Friday night he was spending alone, half drunk and on his phone, looking for your picture. Taking a deep breath, he had felt his heart stop when he saw the rainbow ring adorning your profile photo, meaning you had updated your story. Sighing, he tapped it, hoping that it would be a few videos so he could pretend for just a moment that he was beside you instead of wasting space on his bed.

The first clip was a selfie, your heavily lidded eyes staring seductively at the camera through your lashes, making his pulse jump and pants tighten. The caption “gonna get drunk tonight!” scrolled across the image, right below the pout of your lips. The next was a small video of you making a drink, giggling about the mixture of tequila and soju you were tossing in your cup, whispering to the camera how it was going to get you ‘all the way fucked up’. But it was the third clip that had his chest heaving, his lungs forgetting how to work.

You were walking out your door, a few people cluttering your front porch as you asked if anyone had a light. Some tall red headed kid - Changkyun refused to acknowledge him as anything more than that - had shouted out, and you squealed as you ran up to him, sliding directly onto his knee before switching the camera into selfie mode to capture the two of you. The next clip was you in his lap, one of your delicate hands sliding through his hair as he gave you a big dopey grin, a cigarette perched on your lips as you cooed at him and told him just how cute he was.

Fuck. He knew that look of yours, knew those moves. Knew exactly what you were doing, what you were hoping to do with that fucking Mingi kid, and he couldn’t stand it, not anymore.

Taking a few deep pulls directly from the liquor bottle, his fingers flew over the keys of his phone, sending you text after text - all of which were ignored. He knew calling would be pointless, that you would rather light yourself on fire than answer your phone - especially at a party - and he felt desperation creep up his throat, choking him.

Changkyun couldn’t let this happen. Couldn’t let you just forget about him.

Clicking back onto Instagram, he started sending you responses to the story video as he got dressed, throwing on the nearest pair of jeans and sliding on his boots.

<Baby?>

<I’m on my way. Don’t take that kid to your bed.>

It took painfully long for the Lyft to show up, and he gritted his teeth the whole route there, knee bouncing to stop himself from demanding the driver to go faster, to just hurry the fuck up and get to you.

When the car had pulled into your neighborhood, he tried to send another message, instead clicking a video. Too frustrated to change it back, he lets it record, his voice low and pained.

“I’m on my way, please let me in.”

You were alone on the deck when your phone started vibrating, the ding of an Instagram direct message making you click the app, eyes widening in surprise when you saw the number of notifications.

Changkyun, all from him.

Awestruck, you scrolled through every line, your heart throbbing with each word he had written.

You didn’t think he cared, not like that. Sure, he missed the sex, but that’s what you expected. That’s what all of them wanted when they sent you late night texts, when they called your phone at three in the morning. Empty promises and broken vows were what kept you company in the dark, when they’d predictably leave you alone with an ache between your legs and in your chest. None of them really wanted you, cared about you. After a few weeks of ghosting, they’d all disappear into thin air like expected, and your heart would harden just a bit more.

But now…

Another chime pulls you from your thoughts, eyes flicking back to the light of your phone. Instead of another direct message, it’s a notification that Changkyun had updated his story for the first time in months.

Shaking fingers slide against the screen, your vision blurring as you take in the shadowed back seat of another person’s car, the only light neon pink from the sign of the Lyft drivers decal. For a moment, all you can hear is the quiet chattering of a distant radio, of someone breathing heavily.

And then his voice croaking over the speaker, raspy with need.

“I’m on my way, please let me in.”

The video fades just as a car pulls up to your curb, a flurry of movement as Changkyun climbs out, stumbles towards you. He all but collapses into your arms, his breath dripping with liquor, eyes reddened but burning fiercely.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, hands coming to cup your face, thumb dragging against the smooth skin of your cheek. “I want to take you on a picnic.”

You laugh, though it comes out more like a sob. “What? What are you talking about? Did you call a Lyft and come all the way across town to tell me that, you clown?”

His finger taps against your lips once, twice. “Shh. Just let me-” he sighs, stomping a foot. “Let me talk.”

He waits until you nod before continuing, words surging from his mouth as if he couldn’t hold back a second longer.

“I came all the way here because I want to take you on a picnic. I want to buy you food and take you on cute little dates and do cheesy things that make you smile at me like you are right now,” he grins, pulling you until your chest rests against his own. “I’m here because I couldn’t stand you ignoring me anymore. I meant everything I said - that I miss you, that I want to be with you, if you’ll give me the chance. I want to call you mine.”

Pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes fall shut, his voice fervent and barely more than a whisper.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Tears brim your eyes, and you fight every old wound that tells you to shove him away, to call him a liar. Instead you allow yourself to follow your gut, your heart for what feels like the first time, leaning back to give him a watery smile in return.

“I love you too, Changkyun.”

His mouth immediately lands on yours, tongue eagerly tracing the seam of your lips until it’s slipping inside, tasting every inch of you, ravenous and unsatisfied until your knees are shaking. He’s walking you backwards towards the door, tugging at your clothes, and you giggle at his impatience.

Pulling away, you gasp for air, palm pressing against his shoulder to hold him back for a moment. “But listen, if I give you a chance, that means you have to stop stalking my Instagram, you creep. And don’t try to deny it, I see you all over my stories, lurking around.”

He chuckles then, nipping at your bottom lip as his eyes darken. “Please, don’t act like you don’t love the attention,”

Pushing the door open, he guides you inside, mouth working over your neck, arms wrapped around your waist until your back is flattened against the wall.

“Plus, there’s no need, now that I got you,” he confesses, his nose swiping against yours gently before he captures your lips between his own, hitching your legs to drape around his waist as he grinds against you, humming words of praise.

Just like the hundreds of times before, but now as his.

#changkyun x reader #IM x reader #changkyun smut #IM smut #monsta x smut #monsta x scenario #changkyun scenario #I.M. scenario #I.M. smut #I.M. x reader #ksmutclub #plotsofpastel #im changkyun #monsta x #monsta x fanfic #taetaesbaebaepsae #my writing #fic: call you mine #fic: cym

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gemstoneconstellations · 5 years

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Kittens and Bottles

Summary: Your happy life with your favorite cat and favorite hero. This is a small continuation of here.

Wordcount:2644

You have the best cat in the entire world. Here are the reasons why.

She’s adorable; the cutest fur baby. She’s fluffy, sleek, and mews in the most adorable way.

She is cuddly. Not many cats let you rub your face into their bellies as much as you want. But she does; in fact, she will make you cuddle her belly. If you aren’t careful, you could die in your sleep from her smothering you. It would be a happy death.

She found you a boyfriend. A hot, sassy, sexy, funny, pro-hero boyfriend.

It’s been nearly a year since Kuiper’s escape tactics had been discovered and now you were happily co-parenting her with Hitoshi. It was pure bliss. Everything has been going so nicely. Hitoshi pretty much lived with you at this point; he really only used his apartment used to store his things and some of his clothes. Coming home to his sleepy, handsome face has been really nice.

His job as a pro-hero does put a damper on things sometimes. He is often changing his bandages in your living room and sometimes had to leave abruptly for emergencies. But he always makes sure that the two of you can spend some proper time together. You get to cuddle him when you go to bed, before he leaves for work; he would wait for you to fall asleep in his arms before leaving. But the best part is when he comes back.

That night, you woke up to a hand massaging your hip, a familiar chest pressed to your back and lips on your neck. He gently sucked on your skin, making you giggle. “Hmm, Hitoshi, that tickles.” Hitoshi hummed into your shoulder, continuing to kiss you, his thumb pressing into your lower back. You opened your eyes to see the clock showing that it was early in the morning. “Did you just get back?”

Hitoshi wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his as he nuzzled your hair. “Yeah… I think you should always wear my shirts. Nothing else…” You bit your lower lip as his hands wandered into said shirt. Teeth dragged across your neck, causing your toes to curl.

You gasped and opened your eyes to look for the special, small foil package in the nightstand. Only to see your Kuiper sitting in the middle of the room, watching the two of you. “Hitoshi.” Your boyfriend hummed but didn’t stop, his fingers venturing lower. “She’s watching us…”

“___.”

“Yes-” A haze took over you as Hitoshi used his quirk.

“Now, hold still for Daddy while I put our nosy fur baby to bed.” He rose from the bed and picked up Kuiper. She mewed at him, unhappy about being picked up and pushed out of the room. You almost felt kind of guilty as you listened to her voice her displeasure behind the closed door.

The bed dipped and you felt your body being moved, your ankles placed on Hitoshi’s shoulders and your clothing being pulled away. “Now, it’s time for Daddy to play~”

You sighed with relief, your stiff and sore muscles now relaxed after a nice hot shower. A soft towel wrapped around you, you hit the switch to turn on the fan to get rid of the humidity but nothing happened. You tried flipping the switch on and off, but still nothing happened. Great, you’ll have to call the landlord later, but for now, you just opened the small window to let in fresh air.

Wiping away the fog on the mirror, you were about to dry your hair when something caught your eye. “Hitoshi!”

“I didn’t do it!” Your boyfriend shouted, most likely from the bedroom.

You run your fingers down your poor, abused neck. “Then why do I have a bunch of hickies on my neck?”

Hitoshi appeared, shirtless, beside you in the mirror and leaned down to kiss one of the offending marks on the base of your neck. “I may have done that.” He continued to kiss you, pulling you closer to him.

You almost melted into him, till you felt tugging at your towel. You jokingly shoved Hitoshi away from you. “No way mister, I have work and you need to go to bed.” He stepped back into your space, despite your rejection.

“Nah,” Hitoshi’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own and were wondering your body again, squeezing your butt under the towel. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I think we should both go to bed.”

You shake your head at him and turn him around, realizing then that he wasn’t just shirtless. “Hitoshi, at least put some boxers on. We have young kitty eyes watching us.”

“Oh, I see who your favorite is. She can walk around naked but I can’t.” The two of you kept bantering back and forth. You were nearly late to work but you couldn’t help the smile that seemed to permanently pull on your face.

The open window in the bathroom long forgotten.

“I’m telling you, you don’t need to give her a treat every time she meows at you. She just got her weight down.” You were laying on Hitoshi’s side; the two of you were just lounging on your couch together today. Kuiper was stretched out over both of your laps, her slightly round belly exposed. Hitoshi opened his mouth and you could see the stupid word forming. “Say it, I dare you.”

He just laughed, leaning his head back on the couch with his eyes shut. “I can’t help but spoil her. She’s too cute.”

“Uh huh. At least you’ve stopped dressing her up in ugly bows.” You pinched his side as he laughed more. Kuiper seemed to have enough of the two of you moving so much and left your laps.

Now free from kitty petting obligations, Hitoshi pulled you closer into his lap and whispered in your ear. “I’m more into undressing you now.” He starts to shower your face and neck with kisses till he thought it would be a great idea to blow a raspberry on the junction of your neck. You snort and try to push his face away. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, thank you. The cold has been going around in the office lately.” You’d woken up this morning with a stuffy nose, nausea, and a heavy body. Hitoshi had to convince you to stay home by bribing you with snuggles and being waited on hand and foot. The two of you had sat together wrapped in warm blankets, watching movies and petting your spoiled kitty all day.

“I’ll buy some weight control food for her on my way home today.” Hitoshi ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to sleep. You groan when he tried to pull away, not ready for him to leave yet. Hitoshi chuckled, holding you closer to him. “Now who is acting spoiled. Five more minutes and then I have to go.” You hummed in agreement but that didn’t stop you from clinging onto him later.

“Okay, I know you are tired, but I can’t find my capture weapon.” You groaned, exhausted from the long week you’d had. You were so fatigued; that cold had really kicked your ass and your body was still recovering. You’d spent all day trying not to fall asleep, to finally come home to your comfy bed only to find Hitoshi frantically looking around the room and asking for help.

You pulled the blankets more tightly around you. “Noooooo.”

Hitoshi chuckled, getting down on his knees beside the bed and petting your head. “Okay kitten, but have you seen my capture weapon? I swear, I put it on the nightstand this morning.”

Thinking about it now, you might have seen it in the living room with Kuiper. “Find the real kitty, I think the fur baby was playing with it again.” Hitoshi hummed, his hot fingers massaging the back of your neck. Your eyes closed again. It was so nice to have someone else take care of you when you’re down. You feel a press of lips on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

As you suggested, Hitoshi went to look for the now slightly round black kitty. He swears that he isn’t giving her more treats… at least he doesn’t think he is. He looked in the living room, calling the kitty’s name till he heard her meow form the kitty climbing tree. Inside the small cubby at the base, Hitoshi found his scarf. Kuiper was lying in the middle of what looked like a nest. “What you doing, pretty girl? You can’t have that.”

He pulled Kuiper out of the nest and she purred in his arm as he grabbed his capture weapon. There was more than just his scarf though; socks, two shirts, and a random pair of boxers also resided in the cubby. So that’s where those had gone. “What you doing with all this stuff, princess?” He asked the cat, who just purred against him.

“Hmmm…” You groan, looking down at the pants that just wouldn’t button. “Have I been gaining weight?” Turning to the side with your shirt up to expose your stomach, you frowned at the full length mirror. You pinch at your skin and sigh.

Kuiper sat on your bed, watching you with her tail twitching. “Looks like both of us need to go on a diet. Maybe I’ll even get you a kitty leash and we can go for walks.” Even though you’d switched her food to a less fattening kind, she still seemed to be growing. You’d gotten rid of all the treats and Hitoshi swears that he isn’t giving her any more. Plus, she has been more demanding of attention, even at night.

Giving up on those pants, you dug through your closet, looking for some spandex pants instead. You’d finally found them when you heard the telltale sign of gagging. “Oh no, oh no. Hold it in Kuiper!” You rush over to pick up your cat and run her to the bathroom. Thankfully, you got her to the sink just in time for her to throw up, but you seemed to be a vomit sympathizer and could feel yourself getting nauseous as well. You were going to the kitchen for water when the front door opened.

“Hmm, now this is a greeting.” You jump as hands gripped at your butt; you were still only in a shirt and underwear. “I could get used to this.”

You giggle as you pulled Hitoshi’s offending hands closer to make him hug you instead. “I see you’re back later than usual. Everything okay?”

Hitoshi yawned before laying his head on your shoulder. You smiled at how cute and cuddly Hitoshi gets when he’s sleepy. He won’t move from his spot if you don’t, so you start walking with him on you to put the sleepy boy to bed. “Yeah, there was just a raid that turned out larger than expected but it’s okay now. How was your morning?”

You pushed your boyfriend onto the bed; he gave you a dopey smile. “Kuiper seems to be sick, she’s puked twice today already. She puked yesterday too. I’m gonna take her to the vet.”

Another yawn as he tiredly rolled over. “Poor baby, let me know how she is.”

“I will.” You found the spandex pants from before but paused before putting them on. “Hey, Toshi? Do you think I gained some weight?” There was no answer; you looked over to see him taking shallow breaths and letting out small snores. Dressed, you kissed him goodbye before taking Kuiper to see her vet.

“I’m sorry… could you repeat that?”

The vet handed over the test results while his other hand scratched Kuiper behind the ear. The kitty was purring so loudly, it was the only thing grounding you right now. “She’s not fat. She’s pregnant. I’d say about three weeks, entering her fourth.”

“But she hasn’t even had her first heat!” You’d wanted her to have kittens one day but had just been hoping that it would be when she was a little older. Is this what parents feel like when their teenage child tells them they are having a baby? You start to think that you’re going to throw up again.

You fell back into your seat as the vet placed Kuiper back inside her carrier. “She is old enough to have had it. Is there a way she could have gotten out?”

“No, there’s…” Last month, when your fan had stopped working, suddenly came to mind. Your landlord didn’t come to fix it for two weeks so you would leave the window open. It was so high up that you didn’t think she would be able to… but then again, she had gone through the air vents to get to Hitoshi’s apartment. You sigh and smack your own forehead. You should have known. “Fuck.”

“Well, I’m surprised you didn’t notice this sooner, especially if she’s been nesting. Gaining weight, puking, and being moody are all signs of pregnancy. She’ll be taking a lot more naps; it’s a lot of work making new life.”

With Kuiper now in your arms again and some nausea medication for your apparently pregnant kitty, you leave the vet’s feeling a bit unsure. You sigh as you stop by a store to get some baby blankets for Kuiper; she can’t keep stealing shirts and Hitoshi’s scarf to have her kittens on. There’s a lot you needed to prepare for with so little time. “Right, should mark down her expected due date.” You looked at your phone calendar to enter it in when you noticed something; you’d forgotten to mark your own period this month. Wait…when was it?

Hitoshi entered the kitchen yawning. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you cooked dinner. “Hey.”

“Good evening, my love. Feel better?” You leaned your head against his, your hand weaving through his lavender locks.

He was practically purring against you. “Nah. I could sleep some more, but something smelled good.”

Trying to keep your voice even so as to not give anything away, you focused on cooking again. “Hmm, well now that you are up, do you think you could go to your apartment? I could hear her lonely meows but I didn’t want to leave the food.”

Hitoshi stepped back to stretch and yawn one more time. “I thought we closed those vents? Yeah, I’ll pick up the princess.” You bit your lower lip to hide your smile as he left the room.

You waited a few minutes till Hitoshi came barging back into the room, holding up Kuiper in a panic, a small note in his hand. “___! Kuiper’s pregnant?!”

You didn’t look at him as you continued to cook. “Yeah, her too.”

“Too?” You turned to him and placed a sonogram in his free hand. Hitoshi’s eyes widened, looking down at your hand now resting on your stomach.

You smile at him as he placed Kuiper down on the ground, staring at the small picture of your eight-week-old fetus. “Mmhmm, too.”

Next thing you know, you are being spun in the air and kissed deeply by your ecstatic boyfriend. The rest of the night, Hitoshi was buzzing, his hand not leaving your stomach, even when you two were eating dinner.

The two of you laid together in bed, Kuiper against your chest and Hitoshi pressed against your back as he stroked circles around your stomach. “___.” You turned your head to face him as he whispered in your ear. “Marry me.”

You turned back to your cat, petting her as she purred in her sleep. “Nah.” You felt him go stiff and you turned back to him with a smirk, snickering. You kiss his forehead. “Kidding, yes.”

#shinsou hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #kitty #pregnancy announcement

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daydreaming-jessi · 4 years

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Henlo I am buzzing with energy, so I decided to go ahead a conclude the whole cliffhanger in the Beej and shoggoth au I left last time lmao. This is gonna be a monster I feel so um I’m so sorry

SO! one night Lydia and Beej were hanging out, watching horror movies. Delia and Charles went out on a date, and the maitlands were having a quiet night in up in the attic.

The cats were acting weird all day. Shoggoth kept walking the house, checking every window, barely stopping to eat. Azazel was actually keeping still, seeming to keep vigil in the sitting room seemingly, watching the wall that still had marks on it from months before. Circe seemed to be on edge, actually hissing at anyone that petted her out of nowhere, and patchie and Beef kept hiding under the sofa.

Lyds and Beej tried to walk them, but they weren’t having a good time. Beej was worried, but lyds suspected a mouse had gotten into the house or they’d seen a stray outside and tried to appease beej’s worries with Friday the thirteenth.

So the two were sitting on the couch cuddling under the knitted blanket barb had managed to make, making jokes at cheesy acting and props, eating popcorn and just having a good time all around.

Suddenly there’s a shout upstairs, and a series of bangs and shuffles. Lydia and Beej share a concerned look. Suddenly shoggoth let out a very haunting yowl and charges upstairs, with Azazel close after. Lyds and Beej decide they should investigate.

Up they went, to the attic, coming up to a chilling sight. Green light filled the attic, Adam and Barb were suspended in air, looking very similar to a sight seen months before.

“Barb, Adam!” Lydia cries, rushing forward. Beej remained at the stairs, frozen, as a familiar energy hits him, holding him frozen in place.

“You.”

Lydia turned to see a familiar sneer, familiar red glasses and pearls. Juno.

“I should’ve known it was you harboring these fugitives,” Juno sneered.

“How... how are you back?!”

“You think a simple sandworm can stop me? My son is an idiot, kid. They only stop ghosts, not millennia old demons that keep order of the netherworld.”

Barbara lets out a pained scream at that moment.

“Let them go! They didn’t do anything!” Lydia sounded hysterical now. When barb was being exorcised before, it didn’t sound half as painful as it does now. She got the feeling Beej had been holding the power of the exorcism back, months before.

“These ghosts are fugitives, punk. They should’ve gone to the netherworld the day they passed. No exceptions. If they wanted to be in the living world, they should’ve gotten a pass. But now they have to be punished,” Juno huffed. Both ghosts let out pained cries.

“No! Wait, please, you can’t! They-they didn’t know-“ Lydia tried.

“Oh please. They have the book. They knew they were breaking the rules.” Juno interrupted.

Lydia was panicking now, and she quickly sucked in a deep breath. “Beetlejuice!” She cried.

“Don’t bother.”

Lydia turned to see Beej standing rigid, frozen with his eyes rolled into the back of his head, hair black. A skeleton stood beside him, chattering and clicking.

“I should’ve known he’d stay around here, bumming off a bunch of breathers. He grows a spine for once and then doesn’t even try to take over. Why do I even keep him around?” Juno brushes past Lydia, moving to circle Beej, like patchie eyeing up a squirrel he’s about to pounce on.

“Why do I keep him around? After everything I’ve done for him, and he drives me to drink my sorrows away! I’ve given him all I could and he just disappoints me over and over again... I believe I’ve had enough. Keep those two in place. It’s time I start over with this mess,” Juno smiled, sending a chill down lydia’s spine.

“No!” Lydia cries, leaping forward to stop the demon. But Juno flicks her wrist, and Lydia freezes in place, lifting off the floor.

“Well well Lawrence. Do you remember that little curse I cooked up for you? Wasn’t there a little clause about your true name? What was it, Betelgeuse?”

The room becomes cold. The green light becomes mixed with black shadows. Lydia feels tears springing into the corner of her eyes without thought.

“Ah. Now I remember. Oh foul son o’ mine, never shall you be seen lest named times three. But, beware. Should your true name be uttered thrice, bid farewell to any life. Such a shame, isn’t it? You had such potential. But you wasted it all and wasted me away with them. Remember, everything I do, I do for you. Maybe now you’ll learn your lesson,” Juno hissed.

Lydia wants to scream, fight, do anything. Her family is about to vanish before her, and there’s nothing she can do. Charles and Delia weren’t here to help, barb and Adam were going to be gone, Beej was about to be gone, and who knows what Juno was going to do to lyds. I’m so sorry Dead Mom.....

“Betelgeuse. Betelgeuse. Betel-“

A yowl fills the air, and suddenly Juno has a face full of black fur, white slashing the air. Juno screams, and the skeleton is bowled over by four other balls of fur, scattering it’s bones across the attic floor. Adam and barb fall to their knees, gasping and sweaty. Beej gasps, stumbling back. Lydia crashes to the ground. She can hear the door opening downstairs, the panicked shouts of her parents starting to come closer.

“Argh! What a horrible little creature! Ah, Jesus! How on earth did it touch me.... ? what did you do Lawrence?” Juno stares down the panting green haired demon. Beej glares back, hair a mixture of white and red.

“Can’t handle a little cat scratch ma?” He growls.

The door slams open, Charles and Delia enters looking ready to fight. They see Juno, sees their family collapsed to the floor, shoggoth lay unmoving as her kids slowly move to protect her, and both are ready to act.

“Get away from our family!” Charles nearly roars. Juno looks unimpressed, and tries to flick her hand again. “Dad!” Lydia cries, but nothing happens. Juno’s eyes widen. She tries again. Again.

Adam and barb have managed to stand and pull Lydia up to her feet as well, standing close to the door outside, ready to run if need be.

“What did you do Lawrence?”

“What was that thing about names again, Mom? How they are powerful enough to control an entire being if you know it right? Well, I’ve learned a lot these past few months, more than I ever learned from you. And one of the things I learned is that cats are smarter than anyone I’ve ever met, and mom cats are a helluva lot better than you ever were,” Beej smiles, remembering all the rants Delia and lyds gave when they heard just how well Juno raised him.

A hellish growl fills the air. Juno looks back to see the black shag she threw standing up, a neon green eye zeroed in on her.

“Ma, meet shoggoth and her kids patchie, Azazel, Circe, and beef. They don’t like it when our family is disturbed.”

A rumble fills the room, a chorus of hellish growls echo through the air, and Juno screams.

“NoNONO! How could you do such a stupid thing?! How could you?! I’ve given everything, everything! You idiot, you awful bastard! NooooOOOOOOOOOO-“

Juno seems to crumble in on herself, her screams filling the air. Barb and Adam clutch Lydia tighter. Charles and Delia rush forward, and grab Beej, pulling him away from the shrieking demon slowly spewing out smoke that reeks of cigarettes. The ghosts hurry to them, everyone holding each other close.

Shoggoth throws her head back and yowls, and the roof cracks open like a maw, and black and white stripes descend.

“NO, NO MY POWER! NO, STOP! I CAN’T BE STOPPED LIKE THIS NO!”

A sandworm wraps Juno up tight, the roof closes, and Shoggoth stalks closer, shadow leaking behind her, and overtaking the room. It’s like all those times shoggoth lays on a sleeping face, blocking the world out.

Slowly the light comes back. The bones are gone, all that’s left of Juno is her red candy glasses.

Sandy is lounged around the attic, seeming to purr at the black lump in the middle of its coils.

“Shoggoth!”

Lydia and Beej rush forward, closely followed by the others.

The kittens are pacing worriedly, mewling and gently butting at their mother’s body. Beej reaches out, like he did three months ago, gently scooping up the giant, black cat and cradling her close to his body.

“Is she...?” Lydia feel liquid start to drip down her face, her throat aches, all she’s able to think is that despite everything she’s lost another person.

A small purr sounds off from beej’s arms.

“Oh thank god!” “Shoggoth!” “How is she?” “She okay??” “It’s ok, lil guys, Mom’s gonna be okay.”

The kind vet that checked up on shoggoth all those weeks ago, performs a late night home visit.

Shoggoth now has a limp that may not go away, her tail is even more crooked, but she’s purring and grooming everyone like she didn’t just eviscerate a millennias old demon. The kittens just can’t decide what to do with themselves. They’re cuddling their mom, they’re cuddling their humans, they’re play fighting with Sandy.

Speaking of...

Sandy refuses to leave. No matter how much Beej tries to cajole her, the sandworm shakes her head stubbornly. “You’re too smart for your own good!” Beej grouches. But he is scratching her chins.

Delia: How on earth is she gonna fit in this house?

Sandy: *shrinks herself down to a more typical snake size to better match her environment*

Delia: *exhasperatedly clutching a crystal now* well I guess this is just what the universe planned for us I guess!

Adam: *happy snake nerd noises*

Lydia now teases Charles for the whole “our family” thing for a minute, but then he’s like “lyds I knew the instant that demon showed back up in our house that we’d adopted a family of ghosts.” She just smiles and hugs him. He’s certainly not wrong.

So things return to normal, just with the addition of a garbage disposal of a snake slithering around, randomly picking a human or ghost or demon or cat to be a new perch. Sandy certainly doesn’t have a favorite perch. She loves all the Adams and non-Adams equally, what are you talking about?

She has her own heating rock she retires to every night that Adam built for her. No kitty dare bother her lounging time, except for shoggoth, because sandy’s a pushover for shoggoth. But then again, who isn’t?

And Beej? He can’t complain. He’s not invisible or alone anymore. His mom won’t bother him again as he recovers from her years of abuse, he is constantly inundated with the cutest lil kitties and snake, has a punking lil sister, pseudo parents, and a cute couple of ghosts that call him sweet. All because of a girl who lost her mom, a widower, a life coach, two white middle class ghosts, and a ragged black cat, all of whom that he loves freely, and dearly.

Oh, there is one thing that’s new. Beef learned how to turn on the stereo. And somehow, Jump in the Line plays every time. Yeah, Lydia knows for certain Dead Mom is proud of their new family. She loves it a lot too.

PHEW! That be it for that. I may draw things for this au more, especially since they now have a pet sandworm snake lol. I’m so glad so many people like this au, I love it a lot. All because i just thought to myself “what if Beej found a cat?” and just started tapping at my phone. It’s dumb and cute and probably tropey and a lil ooc, but hey. That’s the fun of fandom. Lemme know if you’re curious about something, I love chatting about this stuff

beetleb@bes, pls dni

#beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice #shoggoth au #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #delia deetz #charles deetz #lydia deetz #adam maitland #barbara maitland #beetlelands #space noises #lololol i hope i did ok i felt the pressure when writing this aha #juno shoggoth

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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winter promts: 100 with ot4!! (mayb 2 double beds so they have room yknow)

I went with fluff rather than smut with this one, so there are references to sex but the fic is SFW. For context, Stern in this universe has a lot of anxiety around belonging somewhere.

100 from this list: The b&b we’re at asked if we wouldn’t mind sharing a room since we know each other and this snow storm has brought in some unexpected guests...one bed...three nights...

“I’m so sorry, sir.” The harried looking young woman behind the desk looks between Stern and Barclay, “between the blizzard and it already being New Years weekend, we’ve had to take in a few more people than expected.”

“So our room’s been given to someone else?” Stern puts on his professional demeanor, the one he uses to soothe tourists who’ve definitely seen something they shouldn’t

“Yes, unfortunately. The, the only room we have left is the cottage in the back. It sleeps four, but we can’t guarantee you wouldn’t have to share with another couple.”

“Uh, ‘scuse me, miss, but I think we can make that work.” Duck Newton steps around Barclay, Indrid busy looking over the many brochures on the far wall, “you see, my friend and I’d more than willing to bunk with these two, since they’re friends from back home. Assumin that’s alright with them?”

“Of course.” Stern smiles.

“Oh, thank you, thank you all for being so accommodating. And I’m sorry again about the inconvenience.”

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“Well, that went better than expected.” Stern sets down his duffel bag on one of the two beds.

“You’re tellin me, this is way easier than bookin the two next to each other and sneakin back and forth.”

“Yeah, had my fill of sneaking around.” Barclay adds, evaluating the small kitchen.

“I mean, unless one of the other guests took a rather blurry photo of you, it’d be better than your previous attempts to ‘sneak’” Indrid is finally down unwrapping himself down to his sweatpants and the pink and yellow sweater Duck bought him.

“You’re on to talk stealth, mr. my-pants-say-mothman-on-the-ass.” Barclay grabs said ass, making Indrid squeak.

“I am wearing them ironically.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

Duck, meanwhile, flops down on the bed where Stern is unpacking.

“Jesus, darlin, how many books did you bring?”

“Three. When Indrid said there’d likely be a blizzard, I assumed that would cut down on our outdoor activities. And cable is so atrocious these days.”

“So…” Duck tugs the front of his shirt, bringing him down for a kiss, “you really can’t think of another thing we’d be doin to stay out of the cold?”

“Duck, we can’t do that for three days straight.”

“You sayin you opposed to tryin?”

“I’m saying” Stern puts away the last of his clothing, “that I am a mortal man, and three days of non-stop fucking would probably kill me.”

“Hey, we’d stop some. Gotta eat, and sleep too. Probably throw in a few showers. Unless what does it for you is the smell of a bunch of sweaty dudes.”

Stern wrinkles his nose, and Duck laughs.

“Oooh!” Indrid steps into the room, clapping his hands excitedly, “I’m going to take a bath.” He swings the bathroom door open, revealing a tub. It occurs to Stern, as the skinnier man strips down without delay, that none of them even bothered asking how Indrid knew the tub was there.

Stern never thought he’d be around them long enough to get used to his boyfriend always being a bit ahead of him.

He heads back into the main room of the cottage, finds Barclay unloading groceries.

“Glad we stocked up before we left. Think trying to get the car down to that grocery store we passed would be impossible. I have had enough car-based hijinks for one lifetime, don’t need to add doing Icecapades in a Jeep to the list.”

“Car based hijinks?’

“Long story.” Barclay turns, offering his hand, “c’mon, agent, haven’t gotten to hold you nearly enough today.” The larger man stretches out on the couch, Stern laying so he’s cuddled against his chest.

A chirp-moan splashes out of the bathroom.

“Guess Indrid’s got company.” Barclay chuckles. Another chirp, this one more of a trill, and Barclays legs shift as if he’s hiding something. Stern has a good guess as to what.

“Feeling the need to join them? I know you get wound up when Indrid makes sounds like that.” He traces a finger along the blue lines of Barclays plaid shirt.

“Nah, not right now. Right now, kinda enjoying being all warm and cozy with the best thing to ever come out of the FBI in my arms.”

Stern snorts, kisses his chest. Let’s his mind wander like a cat searching for a sunny spot as intermittent moans continue reaching them.

“Wait…there was a report from the 90s that I always thought was absurd. Something about Bigfoot stealing someone’s car. But the location, the timeline…”

“Uhhhh.”

“Oh my LORD, why would you steal a car?”

“Things got out of hand! Quickly.” Barclay regales him with the story, Stern doing his best to look affronted at the reckless behavior but tipping quickly into pure amusement.

Barclay eventually coaxes Stern off of him so he can go ask the kitchen in the main B&B if they have cumin. Stern wanders into the bedroom and finds a now mothed-out Indrid falling asleep with Duck in his arms. The Sylph lifts the wing resting atop the human, an offer for Stern to join them. He does, looping his arms around Duck as the wing gently returns to its role as blanket.

“You know” Indrid murmurs, “one of these days I ought to make you all moth disguises, just so I can see what all the fuss is about.”

“That could be a fascinating exercise.” Stern whispers.

“Hell yeah.” Duck wiggles in Sterns embrace “Mothman cuddles.”

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Stern wakes up alone, though someone has thoughtfully draped a blanket over him. As he rouses, voices drift in from the living room.

“Do you think he knows?”

“Judging by the futures, no.”

“Please tell me we’re tellin him soon. If I end up havin to try to lie about this it’s gonna go bad.”

Hmmmm, that is not the kind of conversation one wants to overhear their boyfriends having in hushed tones.

He yawns exaggeratedly, assuming that will bring a hush over the trio.

Instead, it brings a certain ranger right on top of him. Duck kisses him, smiling as he does, and all Sterns worries evaporate.

“Perfect timin’, darlin, dinner’s almost ready.”

“I’d love to join you all, but it appears I’m being attacked by a bear.” He smirks. Duck growls playfully, bending down to drag a rough kiss up his neck. Stern retaliates by placing a hickey on the first exposed patch of skin he sees.

“You two are welcome to continue in that direction, but be warned I will eat any cheesecake not claimed in the next five minutes.”

“Indrid, that’s for dessert!”

“I reject such arbitrary notions of EEEEEEEP”

“Come on” Stern sits up, Duck coming with him, “let’s go make sure Indrids glasses don’t come off from Barclay throwing him over his shoulder. Again.”

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“The methodology in this show is truly abhorrent.” Stern rests his head on Ducks belly, the two watching one of the dozen ghost hunting shows airing on the Discovery Channel.

“No kiddin’. Also, these fellas startle so easy they’re doin a better job scarin themselves than any ghost could.”

Duck strokes his hair and he sighs, nuzzles at the slip of skin that’s showing between his boxers and white t-shirt. The boxers only went back on about ten minutes prior, as Stern had been seized with a desperate need to unhurriedly and lovingly suck his boyfriend off, fingers teasing and squeezing the thighs he so adores.

The front door creaks open and whines closed, Barclay and Indrid walking in arm in arm.

“Did you have a nice walk?”

“Indeed.” Indrid’s face is school-girl shy.

“You’re blushin, ‘Drid.” Duck teases, before sitting up so animatedly that Sterns rolls to land facedown in his lap with an “oof.”

“Holy shit, Barclay, did you work some kind of magic shit to make him willin’ to have sex in the snow? Because that’s fuckin impressive.”

“No, I am merely feeling a bit nostalgic.” Indrid unzips the first of his three outer layers.

“The first time Indrid and I met was in the middle of a really, really bad winter.” Barclay sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing Sterns legs gently as he talks, “Uh, is it gonna weird either of you out to hear this?”

“No.” Stern reaches out to squeeze Barclays hand once, before returning it to rest comfortable on Ducks knee.

“Nope. Gotta admit, been kinda curious about it ever since you first mentioned y’all had fucked around when you were younger.”

“Well, long story short, I was in a trailer park, renting a little spot while I tried to sort shit out. One night, I kept hearing noises I recognized as being from another Sylph. And whoever was making them sounded real upset. So I trudged out in my pajamas and followed the noise to this other trailer. Poked my head in and there was Indrid, looking sad as could be. And, y’know, like a giant fucking moth.”

“I was busy feeling sorry for myself and was therefore not watching the futures. It was startling to suddenly have a human in my space. At least until you took off you, hmmm, what was it then?”

“I think it was a ring. Anyway, once we were on the same page, Indrid just kind of started, uh-”

“You can say babbling. It’s an accurate portrayal. I was lonely, I’d been having a run of bad visions, and I’d found myself more homesick than made sense.”

“Aw, ‘Drid.” Duck opens his arm and the Sylph slips under it, Barclay scooching closer as well.

“I was also, shall we say, dealing with an unexpected spike in my arousal levels, almost like a heat. So I was craving touch and connection. I must have been a sight.”

“Yeah” Barclay rumbles, “a real cute one. Little moth.”

Indrid chirrs bashfully, pressing his face into the crook of Ducks neck.

“Anyway, ended up spending the next few days together. Bumped into each other a few times after that, but nothing could ever top finding him that first night.” Barclay smiles at his fellow Sylph, who continues making charming chirrs. After a moment, Indrid lifts his glasses, smiling at the trio. It starts off sweet, moves to wicked as he finishes his question.

“As I sense that’s brought a, ah, romantic air to the evening; would anyone care to help me push the beds together?”

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Stern is about to be broken up with. He can tell.

That morning he’d awoken with Indrid still snuggled up around him, purring softly, but when he stepped into the kitchen he’s certain Duck and Barclay had switched to an innocent topic at normal volume, rather than the whispers they’d been making before.

Later, as they’re lounging about by the little bot-bellied stove, reading (or, in Indrid’s case, drawing), he noticed the pale-haired man taking care to not let him see certain pages.

But truly, the most damning fact is that Stern has never had a relationship last more than a year, no matter how well it seemed to be going. And no matter how much logic he applies to the situation (Duck murmuring filthy suggestions for that night into his ear, Barclay kissing him any time he walked past, Indrid pulling him into the bedroom for a vigorous bout of sex), he cant stop thinking that the end has come. Patterns are patterns, and while he knows that’s a tautology, he can’t help feeling it offers some unshakeable truth.

It’s the early evening when Barclay, coming up behind him for a hug, says, “Damn, babe, your back is all knotted up.”

“It must be from the cold.” He replies, sighing when Barclay nuzzles his cheek.

“If you need to shake the chill, I found that bath yesterday quite helpful.” Indrid lilts.

And so Stern draws himself a bath and settles in with the “champagne” scented bubble bath provided by their hosts. How very seasonal.

Maybe they won’t do it until after the all return to the lodge. That makes the most sense, as it won’t ruin anybody’s trip. If that’s the case, maybe he ought to savor this last little bit of bliss.

He does feel a little better after the bath, though he’s now covered in a faintly sugary smell that’s far better suited to Indrid than him. He pulls on one of the fluffy robes, heads into the main room to see if dinner is ready.

“SURPRISE!”

“JESUS!” He jumps, unprepared for the sight of his boyfriends standing around the table, at the center of which sits a cake and...are those fondue pots?

Hanging on the table is a banner, obviously handmade, that reads, “Happy Anniversary.”

“Anniversary?” He looks at the others, perplexed.

“Little delayed, on account of we thought it’d be more fun to wait and do it now. And, uh, you had to fly back to D.C the actual week.” Duck says, stifling the giggles he got from Sterns surprised outburst, “but it’s the one year anniversary of when you turned up in Kepler. Kinda. And we wanted to celebrate you comin into our lives, even if it scared the livin hell out of us--you okay, city mouse?” Duck’s face falling is the last thing Stern sees before his head collapses into his hands, his built up dread pushing out of his body in shuddery gasps.

Barclay’s arms are around him in an instant, “Hey, babe, hey, it’s alright. We’re so fucking glad you turned up.”

“It’s, it’s not that.”

“Oh dear.”

He glances over Barclay’s shoulder, sees Indrid coming out of a peek at the futures.

“Oh pet, did you really think all the secrecy was because we were going to leave you?”

“Wait, what?” Ducks glances at Indrid, who nods, “Joe, we’re crazy about you. Hell, Barclay was flirtin with you even when he thought you might put him in area 51 or some shit.”

“I, I know. It, it seems silly in retrospect but unfortunately my track record is a bit bleak. I once had a date I’d been seeing casually for six months sneak out the bathroom window while we were out to dinner. Never heard from him again. Another called me up the day after I got accepted into the UP and said we could never see each other again. We’d been fine two days before.”

“Yeeesh” Barclay kisses his forehead, “can see why you got jumpy.”

“Even so, I’m afraid I let my anxiety drive more than I should have. I’m sorry”

“Unnecessary apology accepted.” Indrid teases, pulling out a chair, “come, Barclay’s been having to beat me off with a stick the entire time he was making that red velvet cake and my patience is waning.”

“You didn’t mind the spatula to the ass.”

Indrid chirps, mock affronted, and Duck snickers, settling across from Indrid as Stern and Barclay take their seats.

“Only you could manage fondue in a rental cottage.” Stern smiles fondly at the cook.

“I’ve got like, a dozen fondue sets. Jake keeps giving them to me at the holidays. I’m not sure if it’s a joke, or if he just forgets he’s gotten me that before. This year he put Hollis’s name on it too.”

“That...explains the color palette.” Stern grabs one of the black skewers from the yellow pot. To his side he sees Indrid set his hand out on the table, Duck’s coming to rest in it automatically, as if the two were made for each other.

“Hold up” Duck uses his free hand to lift his glass, “wanna make a toast. Here’s to makin it through the end of the world, to findin each other even if the mess of monster-huntin that was our lives and” he grins at Stern, “here’s to the fact no one could lie well enough to keep you from stayin at the lodge.”

Stern raises his glass and clinks it with the others, smiling back as he murmurs, “cheers.”

#sternclay #winter aus #indruck #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #agent stern/duck newton #Indrid cold/Barclay

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this-is-a-podcast-fanblog · 5 years

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Hello! Lemme just say, I /love/ your writing. For a prompt, and cause I’m soft for hurt/comfort fics, maybe you could toy with the idea of Peter comforting Juno after a nightmare or vice versa?

*ears perk up* person likes my writing??? Oh!!!! *hops up and down* Person?! Likes my writing!???? Oh oh!!! Person likes my writing!!!!!!11!!1!!!

Thanks for the prompt!

we’re all drinking our Stan Jupeter juice here on tumblr.com huh.

TW for nightmares. This gets a little intense with the hurt (but comfort follows very soon after!)

“Darling, are you aware that you talk in your sleep?”

“Oh yeah? Well, you snore.”

“I do not snore.”

“You do.”

Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten used to sharing a bed with another person. I haven’t had anything like this for a while. My last longer-than-a-one-night-stand relationship lasted a grand total of three days, ending right before I got the case with the damn cat. She left when she decided a bedmate who mutters someone else’s name in his sleep wasn’t her type.

The owner of that name is in bed with me every night now, which just goes to show, I guess.

He hasn’t left. Yet.

I’m sure he’ll kick me out at some point. I walked out on him last time before he was able to find out enough about my sleep patterns to get annoyed, but now it’s just a matter of time. He’ll be polite about it, obviously. Gently indicate that it might suit us both better if this weren’t a regular thing. Offer to carry my things back to my room for me. Always be the gentleman.

And that’s the thing - he’s so goddamn gentle. He’s fantastic in bed and for once I don’t mean that in a sexual way. He spoons me, or cuddles with me, or on nights where I want a little more space, he tucks the blanket around me before retreating to his side of the bed; murmurs, “Good night, darling”. In the mornings he wakes me up with forehead kisses and hot coffee made exactly how I like it even though I literally never told him how I like it.

In the mornings, he looks softer. His hair is messy, and his makeup gone. Sometimes there’s a sloppy line of hickeys trailing down to his collarbone. When I kiss him good morning his face scrunches up in a little smile.

“Dream anything interesting?” he’ll ask, reaching across the pillow between us to stroke my hair. I never tell him what I dream.

I haven’t woken him up with my nightmares yet. But I know I’m on borrowed time.

It’s tonight, and we’re in bed, and I can feel his back pressed against mine, moving slightly up and down as he breathes in sleep. I’m tired after a long day. It’s so peacefully easy to drift off and not care about anything. Until -

I’m having one of those dreams again, where I know I’m dreaming but still can’t snap awake. It’s the blood chair, it’s draining me, and I can hear three voices around me all arguing while my heart races to compensate for all this blood I’m losing - and it’s like I can taste it, hot and thick and salty in my mouth -

I’m falling through dark, open space, until I land with a sudden jolt. I can hear a banging like fists on a solid surface; and I can hear laser bolts, feel my body aching, my eye throbbing - Nureyev screaming and Miasma fighting me - and then I’m falling again, this time through open dark space, frigid on my skin. “Let me wake up,” I gasp. “Please -”

I can feel my eyes freezing and icicles in my hair, numbing me, stabbing me, the stars rushing past me in these terrifying blurs of cold light. It’s like I’ve been sucked out into space, and now the void is drawing me in, it feels so vivid and real -

-and then it’s over and then something new is starting. I feel absolutely nothing, and I know this means that I’m dead. I can hear everything, all the sounds of a fight, like a bunch of thunder and drums sounding all at once, but I’m away from it, away from everything - I’m gone I’m finished. “Let me wake up, let me wake up, please -”

“Juno!”

I gasp as I feel myself snap awake. My shoulders are held between Peter’s hands where he’s been shaking me. He sighs in relief when he sees my eyes open. “Darling -” He makes a surprised noise when I crumple against him. I burrow into his arms, crying for all I’m worth, shaking like a goddamn child. His arms are tight around me a moment later. He cradles me, whispers, “Shhh, shh,” and runs those slender fingers through my hair. “My love, what is it? Did you have a bad dream?”

“I, I-I-”

“Shhhh.” Peter pulls me onto his lap in a sitting position and kisses the top of my head. “Just nod or shake. Nightmare?”

I nod weakly.

“Alright. Relax, I’ve got you.” I press my face closer to his chest while he keeps caressing my hair, like his heartbeat’s going to keep the inevitable from happening. He knows now. He knows that this is what he’s signing up for by loving me. He knows what a mess I still am.

I sniffle, drawing out of the embrace. This is kind of awkward since I’m still sitting on his lap. “I’ll just, uh.” I wipe my eyes on my shirt. “I’ll just -”

“Lie down.”

Although that surprises me, I oblige. He brushes back my hair to kiss my forehead, tells me he’ll be right back, then vanishes. When he returns he has a glass of cold water, a washcloth, and a clean shirt in hand.

“Drink.” Once I’ve drained the glass, he dabs the sweat from my face, then helps me take my damp shirt off and pulls a new one over my head. It’s too big, and it smells like him. He’s taking care of me. He should be angry that I woke him up with my weeping, but he’s taking care of me. “There. A little better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I hug my arms around my knees. Then I lean over and lie down on my side, so I’m lying across his lap with my head on his thigh. “Play with my hair?”

He runs his fingers over my scalp, tracing, stroking. “Talk to me, darling.”

“I have a lot of repressed trauma.” I shrug, which makes my shoulder bump against his knee. “Most people would be out that door by now.”

“Not me.” His thumb sweeps in an arc over my forehead. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “I have nightmares too.”

I turn my head so I can look at him. In the dim light, his eyes still seem to shine. He’s not asking me to leave. Somehow, I don’t think he’s going to.

“Come here.” He guides me up and moves with me so we can get under the covers again; and I snuggle right back into his arms, because I don’t want to be away from him for even a second. “I don’t know what you dreamed about, goddess,” he murmurs to me. I love when he calls me that. “But whatever it is, whatever you have to work through, I’ll be here. Please don’t ever doubt that.”

“I won’t,” I whisper. “And I’m - I’m here too, you know that, right?”

“I’ll never doubt it, dearest.” He kisses me very gently on the bridge of my nose. Right over my scar. Here in his warmth and his arms I can feel myself falling asleep again. “Sleep, Juno, love. Shall I sing to you?”

What did I do in a past life to deserve this guy? “Yeah,” I yawn. “That’d be… nice.”

“Alright. Go back to sleep.” He sings: “Sér- sí, tye are varna

Ni indóme mel tye

Tenna i elena úr- eth“

I recognize the language, though I’ve only heard him speak it once or twice. Brahmese. On his lips it’s more beautiful that anything I’ve ever heard.

And his heart beats under my head, and his arms wrap around me like shelter… and I know I’m safe here… and I know he’ll still be here when tomorrow night comes, and every night after for as long as I want him.

For forever, if we choose.

#now i have a confession to make #i didn't feel like making up words for brahmese #so the song?#it's written in tolkien elvish #i pulled up a fucking elvish translator #not sorry #the penumbra podcast #jupeter #juno steel #peter nureyev #fanfiction #my fanfiction #fanfic requests #asks #tw: nightmares

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freckled-words · 5 years

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Repost:Unpaid Punishment Prt 5

edited by @the-wild-ego

WARNING: ANIMAL CRUELTY (in my personal opinion)

This time, when the colours and space around you settled you found yourself outside your house. The sun was beginning to set, and if you could feel the temperature, you’d know there was a bit of mugginess to the air.

A tug on your leash had you turning to look down the road.

Coming up the street was you. Now instead of 6, you were 17. You knew this from how you were dressed.

Black cut off jeans, bright green converse sneakers that had stars hand drawn on them, a Green Day t-shirt, and an MCR hoodie tied around your waist. Your hair was done up in a faux hawk, streaked with bright red, and the amount of eyeliner you wore would have made a raccoon envious.

Just as you were thinking this wasn’t your greatest apparel phase in life, Phantom chuckled with a bit of honest humour, “So it’s true, everyone goes through a dark phase. I will admit, I’m rather glad you did grow out of it.”

You bit back the retort that sat on your tongue. That maybe you should have, if it meant never being forced to go through this particular point in your history.

17 year old you stopped just a couple steps from Phantom. He followed her gaze to a red corvette that was parked by the curb.

He saw from the corner of his eye as both you in the past, and the you of present, pulled your upper lip back in a snarl of distaste.

You squared your shoulders and marched up to the house, making sure the door slammed shut behind you.

Phantom dragged you along, forcing you through the closed door. Your continued reluctance to behave only spurred him on. The last memory hadn’t delivered as much pain as he’d wanted. This one seemed to be extremely promising for some anguish.

17 year old you had been ready to go on the warpath when entering the house. Now he watched you hesitate, waiting with a growing look of unease on your face.

Not bothering to take off your shoes you went into the kitchen, bending over to check the linoleum floor for something. Not finding it, your urgency spiked higher, panic nearly visible in your eyes as you went to the living room.

Phantom didn’t hedge you for commentary. He didn’t need to when he could see the growing despair in your features.

He did continue to drag you as he went to the living room, not wanting to miss the spectacle of drama about to unfold.

He would be the first to openly admit that his understanding of human emotions wasn’t very profound. He could sympathize in satisfaction, of the flesh or from accomplishment of a goal. He could understand their anger and what might ignite it. But the finer ones: love, infatuation, despair, sadness. They were all out of his grasp. It didn’t stop him from exploiting them though.

To him, what you were experiencing and reliving, was just a show for him. He was studying all of it. Making notes of what he could use for his own purposes when dealing with potential targets in the future.

17 year old you ignored your mother and the man that sat comfortably next to her on the couch. From how your mother avoided looking at you, she knew what or who you were looking for.

When you didn’t find it there, you turned frenzied eyes on the woman, “Where is she? Where’s Hope?”

The man looked between you and your mother. From the twitch at the corner of his mouth, Phantom could tell he was in on things.

Your mother attempted for a solemn expression, which wasn’t easy for her to do with all the makeup she was wearing. The natural blush of her cheeks and the crinkles at the corner of her eyes made it obvious that she was quite happy with how things currently were.

“I’m so sorry sweetie, but I had to take Hope to the vet. She must have gotten into some food that was bad, or she ate something that wasn’t food at all… There was nothing that the vet could do.”

This had all happened years ago, but hearing these words again, you felt exactly the same as you did on this day.

A solid lump appeared in your throat as your eyes began to burn with tears. You didn’t believe a goddamn word this woman was spouting.

When you’d looked for Hope, you’d noticed that her dog bed was gone from its spot in the corner of the living room. Her leash wasn’t hanging on the hook by the door. Even her food and water dish had been removed from the kitchen. Gone was your best friend, your furry clown that always wanted cuddles and kisses, and in her place was this man. The newest one to join the line-up of trashy choices your mother had made ever since your father had left you.

You weren’t so naive as to not put two and two together.

Without a word you stomped off to your bedroom and grabbed the one thing you knew she’d miss. Hope’s favourite blanket. It smelled like dog, and had plenty of Hope’s beige and brown fur all over it.

Bunching it into a ball you rushed back downstairs, and without any warning threw the balled up blanket into the man’s face.

He exploded into sneezes, and as he did you stared down your mother with every ounce of hatred you could muster. Your voice was choked by your restrained anger, “You want to try and run that bullshit by me again?”

She met your glare without a hint of remorse, only annoyance, “She was old. She was bound to die any day, I just saved her the trouble of waiting.”

Your tears spilled over then, in them were any last shreds of love you’d ever had for this woman that you’d been forced to call ‘mother.’

Then and now, you could have murdered her and not felt a single ounce of regret.

Phantom could feel the waves of homicidal intent coming from you as a teenager, and you from the present. He hadn’t anticipated this from your character. He knew of human attachment to pets, he’d even considered taking in a cat himself at one point. But that had only been a passing consideration, for the sake of roping in a client. Seeing how you were ready to commit murder over a dog, he gave himself a pat on the back for having dismissed that plan.

Something about the way the man shifted on the couch, and tossed the blanket away in disgust, drew you back from the intent to lunge at your mother.

Instead you took a better route and turned your hatred towards him. Your tone spiteful as you told him, “Did she tell you she has crabs? That you're her fifth boyfriend this month? She goes through men real quick, cause they realize how much of a backstabbing monster she is. She just murdered a dog, so you would stay with her. You know who else murders animals? Sociopaths. You might want to keep that in mind.”

Your mother was on her feet and screeching, “How dare you! You worthless brat! You owe me everything, and I will not tolerate such blatant lies and disrespect! Get your ass into your room, I don’t want to see your face for a month!”

You’d gotten in the best strike against her. You’d planted the seed of doubt in her new beau’s mind. If he had any common sense, he’d join the line-up of deadbeat boyfriends that your mother had gone through.

Having nothing left to say you turned on your heel and went up to your room, but you didn’t intend to stay there.

Phantom tugged you along, to make you stand outside your bedroom door and listen as you screamed into a pillow.

He put a hand on your head, drawing your eyes to his so he could ask curiously, “If that man hadn’t been there, and if she’d still done away with your precious Hope, would you have gone through with it? Would you have murdered your own mother.”

At that very moment, facing her down and having your heart ripped from your chest, you knew the answer, “Yes.”

Phantom hummed a small note, and gave your hair a little pat.

You wanted to be out of this place. You wanted to go home to your current apartment. Just to cry and scream in peace. It hurt so much, to remember all the peaceful nights cuddled up with her. The sunny afternoons when you’d play with her in the sprinkler. Listening to her snore in the background while you worked on your homework. All of it gone, she was gone. Hope had deserved to die in her own natural sleep, with you by her side, so she would know she was loved right up until the last moment. Instead she’d been taken away and left with a stranger, one you hoped had treated her kindly just before she closed her eyes.

You collapsed to the floor, a gut wrenching sob tearing from your chest as tears streamed down your cheeks. There was no stopping this. You hurt too much.

Phantom left you there to your agony, not interested in your sobbing. He’d just wanted to be sure you were feeling the pain he’d brought you here for.

Stepping through the door to your bedroom, he was amused to see you reenacting your father’s final night here. You’d pulled a large duffel bag from the closet, and with tears and snot running down your face, you shoved handfuls of clothes into it.

When it couldn’t hold anything else, you grabbed a lightweight coat from your closet and tied it around your waist. Your sweater had been thrown into the duffel.

You diverged from your father’s exit by taking a different route. You’d gone down onto your knees and pulled out a rope from under your bed. With practiced ease you tied one end to the leg of your bed frame and cast the other end out of the window.

Your duffel bag was thrown out next, landing on the grass with a quiet ‘thump'. Your teenage self gave the room one final look over, then you were climbing out the window and lowering yourself down the rope.

The memory ended there, sending you and Phantom back to the white space.

The blanket with its numbing effect quieted your sobs, bringing you back to a more manageable state of mind.

You still felt raw though. Your stomach threatened to heave in response to the amount of emotions you were being forced to endure for the second time in your life.

“I must say, when I started this, my intent had only been to teach you a valuable lesson. Instead I’m learning so much about you. I could have been utilizing your capabilities to a much better degree.”

Since you hadn’t moved from the ground, Phantom took your kneeling position as an invitation to pet your head.

You ignored his touch, choosing to wipe the tears from your cheeks you asked demurely, “Are we done?”

Phantom tsked and gave a light rap on your head with a knuckle. “We’ll be done after we take a look at this last one. From what I’m sensing, this one took place not too long ago. What was it, one, two years ago?”

There was only one incident you could think of that had happened in the past couple years. Your voice was hollow, even to your own ears when you answered, “Three years ago. My final semester in college.”

Smiling at the resignation he could see in your eyes and posture, he held out a hand.

You accepted it and let him pull you to your feet.

Instead of pulling you along by the leash, you felt the tiniest spark of surprise when he held onto your hand and guided you towards the third cloud.

There were no remarks, or barked orders. He simply towed you through the darkness and out onto a snowy campus.

#Unpaid Punishment #Phantom Battle #reader insert #gender neutral #fanfiction #Natewantstobattle #Writing this chapter upset myself

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atrabiliousse · 6 years

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Cuddlr {2/?}

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{one}

T W O

The boy’s words were on a constant replay as she walked out of the school building, having tried her best to avoid her best friend for the rest of the day, taking the extra few miles to her classes to avoid her locker, being either the first or very last to walk out of the classroom and then almost sprinting to the parking lot to wait for her brother to pick her up.

She hated that she was even considering it and she blamed her sleep deprivation for her weak reasoning and defense against the idiotic idea.

A cuddle buddy, but not just any cuddle buddy, a hired one.

The girl might as well have gone to an escort service.

She shook her head, the confusion and mixed emotions becoming too much for her so she pulled her bag closer to her body and leaned back on to the brick wall, closing her eyes for a few minutes in hope for peace.

Too much talk of things that didn’t matter but still it seemed to be the majority of her train of thoughts, bothered by Renjun’s nonchalant demeanor to the app when she always believed he would have the same view on the app but seeing how he barely found the thought disturbing, had her boggled.

What was going on with the world?

The navy hatchback rolled to a stop in front of her, the loud double click of the doors unlocking being the reason she kicked off of the wall and got into the empty passenger seat of her older brother’s car, sparing him but a half hearted smile.

“Busy day?” He asked her as he pulled out of the school premises and got back onto the main road.

Despite the usual stereotype, he valued his sister in his life, having grown up very close, she became one of his best friends, but he’d also never be able to forget the tiny six year old in her pig tails with her chocolate frosting smudged over her cheeks and the tip of her nose, a broad smile and twinkling eyes looking at him with the plate of cake in her hands.

Her head rolled against the headrest and she looked at him, a small sigh leaving her lips, “As per usual. Today was just particularly tiring.”

He nodded his head, very aware how stressed she was about what laid ahead of her. Of course, as her older brother, he felt the need to support her and comfort her, but it was the lack of emotional knowledge and the awkward wall that seemed very apparent in their family’s genes that stopped him.

So instead, he opted for a slight squeeze of the hand and then a change of subject.

“Sora is actually coming over today. We’re just going to be in the living room, most probably rewatching 80s sitcoms if you want to join?”

The girl nodded after slight thought, her smile now softer, “I haven’t seen her in a while, I think it would do me some good.”

Her brother nodded, happy to serve for some sort of distraction, even if it was very vaguely and indirect.

When they had pulled into the garage and entered their home through the side door, it was quiet, a clear sign that both parents were still at work and the odd hours of work were finally over.

So she sighed and dragged herself to her room for a change of clothes before she made a start on making something to eat for the three of them.

The hoodie she pulled over her head was warm and it smelled slightly of smoke and she realized that she had never gotten to washing it after the night she spent with friends. Her last night she had granted herself to being out and lively before the final stretch of high school came in full swing.

The smile was bittersweet as she walked down to the kitchen, opting for popcorn and quick sandwiches. However her thoughts had her acting unconsciously as she buttered the bread, and reached to grate some cheese.

She couldn’t really recall how the bunch had ended up gathering together in her best friend’s backyard, sitting around a self made bonfire with bundles of blankets and stray cans of beer, a consistent flow of chatter.

Renjun was sat beside her that night and they had been complaining happily together about the small town and same old people. It was in talk of the town’s resident troublemaker that Jaemin and Jeno sat down along with the two.

The girl had hung out with the three of them before but it was in that night that she realized how happy she actually was in their presence, a completely different atmosphere from what she was used to with her best friend.

The night ran on long hours and when it peaked closer to the morning, she let Mark, another one of Renjun’s friends, drive her home, waving a goodbye to the car of people eagerly greeting; Jaemin’s excessively loud “Byeeee” and Donghyuck’s matching laughter.

The girl let out a huff of laughter and piled the sandwiches on the plate, getting the popcorn from the microwave and moving to the living room where her brother was already seated.

She plopped down, letting her previous thoughts disintegrate as she let her head lean against his arm.

“What are we watching?”

The older male locked his phone, looking down at his obviously tired and overwhelmed sister and he made a note to himself to have his girlfriend spend some needed time with her.

“You pick?”

“Can we watch Grease?”

“That doesn’t count as a movie if you watch it like a series, you know?”

She turned back to the television, getting up to pick up the disc, scratched and aged with the use of it, “Grease it is.”

And just as the girl had loaded the movie, the front door opened and the clicking of heels neared the living room, causing her to straighten and turn around.

Sora was tall, even without her heels and although she slightly towered over the girl but it was the way she wrapped her arms around the younger and encased her in nothing but affection and adoration that made the girl realize that her height never took her far from earth.

Sora had a loud laugh, gentle hands and cat like eyes but most importantly, she had a heart that was way too big and too welcoming.

Sora was the epitome of all the feelings the girl hid away and she was usually the reason the younger girl got a chance to release and breathe.

“You’ve been hiding from me, I’m offended,” is the first thing Sora said as she swayed the two of them back and forth.

And to a degree, the older female was right. She had been hiding but mainly because Sora was able to see through her when she couldn’t even see into herself.

“It will be the first and last,” she muttered, now sitting down on gen couch as her brother wraps an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, greeting her with a soft smile and a lingering kiss to her temple.

Sora was tall, but her brother was even taller.

“Oh no, it’s Grease. Should we talk now or later?”

The girl rolled her eyes, legs pulled up into her chest, shoulder on her knee, “There’s nothing wrong.”

A hum came from her brother instead of the older girl and it surprised her.

“You look like you’re having an affair with the Grim Reaper.”

“It’s not an affair if your aware of it.”

And that was the last of the conversation as she pressed play, allowing the musical to whisk her away to other thoughts and not the pestering voice of her best friend of Renjun’s smile and nonchalant words.

❀

“What’s bothering you this much? Stress?”

The ice cream tub between the two females was nearing its bottom, the condensation in droplets racing down the sides and her fingers chased after them, avoiding the question.

“Yeah I guess. Just life in general but what else is new?”

“Hmm,” the older hummed, eyes following the girl’s fingers on the tub and her head tilting as she tried to meet the other’s eyes, “I think there’s a little more to it than that babe.”

A heavy sigh and her head hit the back of the couch. She knew it would be brought up soon enough, but she wasn’t prepared, unsure of how exactly to explain herself.

She wasn’t lonely, but maybe she was craving some form of company. Company in which silence didn’t feel awkward and she didn’t need to explain her need or want for the presence, company that was felt, not heard or seen.

At the rate she was going, the girl would’ve accepted even the haunting from a random ghost.

She wasn’t lonely, but she wanted a distraction from everything going on in and around her.

“I wasn’t lying about it being too much, but I just feel isolated because of everything and it’s not intentional this time. It feels like the thoughts in my head are physical barriers between me and the world and I just need someone to break them down because I’m too tired to try.”

Sora smiled, soft, gentle and compassionate. She let her hand grab the other girl’s and squeeze it in support.

The older was way too aware of the girl’s antics and that meant that she was also aware that though her isolation felt unintentional, it was subconsciously.

The girl in front of her was a lot of things; brilliantly smart, naturally attractive and a complete sweetheart, but one thing was for certain. The girl was very unequipped when it came to the emotional compartment.

Be it handling or interpreting emotions, she couldn’t do either or any. Feelings and emotions made her awkward and her thumb would pick her ring finger with eyes batting a bit too fast.

“Then why don’t you reach out to me or your brother or anyone you’re comfortable with for the matter?”

She sighed again, this time keeping her eyes closed as she spoke, “That’s the thing, when I reach out, you all assume I want to talk about it, but that’s not it. I don’t want to talk, not at all, I just want someone around me so it doesn’t feel like there’s me, the Great Wall of China and then the rest of world.”

Sora laughed lightly, shaking her head because of course the girl would want something as unuasl as that. “And where would you get that?”

“An app apparently.” It’s muttered and sarcastic but the other heard it and was quick to question.

“Wait what?”

And so she dived in, starting with the constant pestering she faced with her friend forever feeling like she needs someone in her life to exist fully and then the mentions of cuddle buddy app and finally Renjun’s casual words that left more of an impact on her than it should’ve.

Sora took a few seconds of silence before she said, “You should try it.”

The girl almost fell out of her seat, eyes wide and mouth agape. It’s the last thing she expected for the elder to say but she did and she seemed serious with her suggestion but casual with her delivery.

It was a loud and shrilly protest, spluttered words and unfinished sentences but Sora interrupted her. “Look, I know a few friends that have used the app before and it’s actually pretty secure and honestly it’s both risky and exciting but also exactly what you need to calm down. It’s perfect.”

She was stumped and secretly peeved because Sora was right and it bothered her.

So she laid in her bed, the app loading while her head went back and forth on her decision.

She was only going to download the app, she wasn’t going to use it. Maybe not now. Well she wasn’t sure either but the app was nearing 100% and her will to cancel grew weaker and weaker until she left it. The icon of a double heart glared across the screen of her phone.

But before the app could open and tempt her more, the girl locked her phone and turned over in her bed, 01:17am flashed on her night stand and she attempted to sleep, praying that the sun would rise and her head would clear.

{ t h r e e }

#nct fluff #nct dream #lee jeno #huang renjun #nct scenarios #fluff #nct #nct 2018

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ask-percy-jason-nico-will · 6 years

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Can you do a scene where all four of them get in a really big argument with a fluffy ending? Plz?

When Percy woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

They had all gone out shopping the other night, no specific reason in particular but everyone had been working especially hard lately, they all agreed they needed some relaxation time. Only they didn’t get it. No, the universe instead gifted them with a group of particularly nasty empousai. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured but they all ended up coming back home tired, bruised and irritated to no end.

Clearly, the lack of sleep last night did not help that irritation dissipate.

When Percy walked into the kitchen, all three of his boyfriends were already awake and milling around the kitchen, looking more grumpy than the Grumpy Cat meme himself. Even Jason, who usually tried his best to hide any negative emotions due to his upbringing, was sitting at the table with his nose buried in the newspaper, bags under his eyes and his jaw clenched so tight that it almost looked painful. Percy grimaced and turned to look at Nico and Will, trying to have a silent conversation to see if they should do anything to help Jason, but neither was paying attention to him.

Will’s curls looked like a bird’s nest that had gone through a tropical storm and he was scowling down at some paperwork from…the infirmary? Was he going back to work already? Oh come on, they all agreed on no work until they got some proper relaxation time, Will seriously couldn’t think that their miserable shopping trip counted! They didn’t even get that cool shark onesie that Percy had been begging for! Percy looked over to Nico, hoping for at least some positive energy to help him make the others feel better but no such luck. Nico seemed to be the most upset out of them all, having retreated into one of his ‘I am the Mighty Ghost king!!! Touch me and you die!!!!!!’ moods. He stood by the coffee machine, practically glaring at it as if that would make it work faster. When he saw Nico finally take his cup of coffee and drink it pure black, without adding at least twenty sugar cubes like he usually did, Percy knew this day wouldn’t be easy for any of them.

Then Nico tried to retreat back to the bedroom with his cup, making Will look up and direct his scowl at him, and it all went downhill from there.

“Where are you going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“No.“

"You need to eat, Nico! How do you expect to be healthy when you don’t even take basic care of your body?!”

“You need to stop being so fucking condescending, Will! I’m not a child anymore, don’t treat me like one!”

“If you want me to treat you like an adult then maybe you should act like one! I can’t help being condescending when you keep-”

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

“The gods damn truth-"

"Oh, you pezzo di merda- ”

“Can you two please shut up?! I have a headache so for the love of Jupiter, don’t yell over stupid things. I swear you guys are more immature than the kids in my elementary class.” Jason growled out, putting his newspaper down with more force than Percy considered necessary and rubbed at his temples. Unfortunately, Nico’s defence mechanisms had already been triggered and Percy knew how he tended to lash out when they were. He moved forward to try and do damage control before anything else happened but Nico was already speaking, giving Jason a mocking bow.

“Oh forgive me, most noble Praetor, I didn’t realize that you were so above us, that we’re nothing more than annoying children to you."

"That’s not what I said-”

“Gods, can you not be fucking rude? He just said he has a headache-”

“Oh, so you’re on his side, huh? What is this, pick on Nico day?!"

Percy watched helplessly as his boyfriends dissolved into a pointless argument, hurling jabs and insults at each other without thinking twice. And everyone said he was the impulsive one. He knew he had to do something before anyone said anything that would actually be hurtful, so he stepped forward and slammed his palms down on the table, loud enough to grab their attention. He had to take a moment to strengthen his resolve when three pairs of angry eyes bored into him but he managed to stand his ground, trying his best to give them an easygoing smile.

"Guys, calm down for a moment and stop fighting. You’re all being idiots right now. Come on, let’s take a few deep breaths, make some blue pancakes-” He started, only to be cut off harshly by Jason.

“Blue- Percy can you stop thinking about your food for one minute?! You’re not helping if you don’t have any useful to say then just be quiet.” He hissed out and oh. That hurt. Percy knew he was oblivious, knew he could be too much of a goofball at times but he hated when people thought that meant he was stupid. That he couldn’t possibly have any smart or important ideas. He hated it. Jason knew that. They all knew that. He looked to Will and Nico for support but they were too busy brooding or glaring at the ground. He clenched his hands into fists and took a step back. He saw something flicker in Jason’s eyes as if he’d snapped out of whatever pissy trance he’d been in and was about to apologize but Percy was done.

“Fuck you guys. I’m leaving.” He spat out, before grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, slamming the door behind him as he left.

When Percy left the house, he was fuming. He couldn’t believe how much his boyfriends were acting like utter jerks. So he decided to hell with them! If they thought he was so bad then so be it! He didn’t need them! He was even going to buy that shark onesie just to spite them! Ha! Take that Jason!

Then about an hour later, after mindlessly roaming the mall, Percy started to feel lonely. He was still upset about what happened, don’t get him wrong, but he also still loved his boyfriends. The entire fight had just been a bunch of misdirected stress, none of them had meant anything they said. At this point, it would be silly to hold a grudge against what happened. Plus Percy wanted cuddles. So he went home.

The sight that greeted him at home was one that he was expecting. His boyfriends all curled up on opposite sides of the living room; Jason sitting on the armchair with his head in his hands, Will curled up with his knees to his chest on the loveseat while Nico was on the couch, wrapped in a burrito of blankets. He couldn’t see Jason’s face but Will and Nico’s eyes were red and puffy. Percy’s heart hurt seeing them like that, knowing they had been crying so he took it upon himself to lighten the mood, stepping forward and clearing his throat.

Three pairs of sad eyes looked at him in surprise. Jason’s were red-rimmed as well and Percy’s urge to comfort swelled up even more so he spoke.

“Alright well…I was doing a lot of thinking while I was out and I realized I didn’t need to listen to you guys so I’ve decided to screw this-” He started, only to be cut off by a loud wail, Nico practically shooting out of his blanket burrito and latching himself around Percy’s waist as he burst into tears.

“No! No no, Percy, please! I’m sorry, please don’t leave us, Percy, I love you, you can’t-” Nico practically begged, starting to shake with how hard he was crying. Percy stared at him in shock, looking over at Jason and Will to see if they knew what was going on. Only to see Will look like he had been struck speechless, his eyes quickly filling with tears while Jason was standing now, his expression horrified before it turned desperately pleading, reaching out a trembling hand towards Percy who was now glancing around at all three of them with growing alarm. He thought back over his words to try and figure out what he had said, before realizing he had made it sound like he was breaking up with them. Oops.

“No! No, no no no, I’m not breaking up with you guys! Don’t worry! I meant I didn’t have to listen to you guys yesterday! When we were shopping!” He gently pushed Nico away a bit so he could show them the shopping bag he’d hidden behind his back. Then he fumbled a bit with the plastic before revealing the shark onesie in all its glory. “See?! Shark onesie!” He explained hurriedly.

The three of them stared at the onesie in disbelief. Then Will slumped into the cushions in relief, Jason managing a fond, albeit shaky smile while Nico burst into some sort of sobbing laughter, very insistently tugging Percy down onto the couch and snuggling close to him. Jason and Will joined them as well, the four of them smushing together into one big cuddle pile.

There was a lot of touching, they all had the overwhelming need to make sure that everyone was there. Apologies were whispered, nobody wanting the others to take their past words to heart. When Nico nestled his face into the crook of his neck, Percy held him tightly. When Will moved to lay across all three of their laps, Percy ran his fingers through his hair. When Jason pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Percy leaned into him and kissed his cheek.

He knew they would have to have a proper talk about this later. They always agreed to talk about what went wrong during their fights since it never helped them to sweep everything under the rug. It allowed too many doubts and insecurities to fester that way.

But right now, Percy was more than content to just be there with his shark onesie, his cuddles and his three beautiful boyfriends. They were going to be okay.

#prompts #percy #jason #will #nico #jason/percy/nico/will

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felixthekoala · 6 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*soft bias tag*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

tagged by: @bangchcn and @changbeanie ily guys <333

So, after popular request, I decided to do this for Jeongin, even though he’s technically not my bias, I’m just scared of Felix rn lol.

(Lemme just warn you I kinda got carried away lol)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. Who is your bias?

Felix, but I’m doing this for Jeongin!

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. What made you notice them?

I’m gonna answer this as what made me first start straying into his lane. So he’s always been a wrecker of mine because we’re similar and we’re close in age, plus I love his eyes so much and his personality is just so lovable. Also his singing voice gives me chills. I just love Jeongin oof. But he’s really become a huge wrecker for me ever since I went on asc and my friends (who call themselves love detectives XD) were convinced that he had a crush on me, and while I don’t fully believe it bc like that’s impossible esp for me lol, his reactions and stuff were cute and it just made me soft seeing him be so sweet and adorable when interacting with me. And then I started watching a bunch of videos of him and stuff and I’m even softer for him. Yeek someone help me.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. What’s your favorite thing about them?

Oof this is hard. I really love his eyes, but I think the thing I like most about him is his smiley personality. his smile is so beautiful and I love the fact that he started smiling more when he was told people were scared of him because he looked intimidating. I actually can relate to that, because when I was in middle school as well, people thought I was mean because I had rbf. Also I just love his interactions with the other members, especially Seungmin and he’s such an underrated meme like the faces he makes XD Also the way he literally freezes when he does aegyo is like the cutest thing ever??? Like what’s not to love about him tbh. But anyway yeah he’s just such a sweetheart and he’s so precious.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. Who would initiate skinship more?

honestly, I’m not sure, because we’ve seen him reject the members countless times, but idk if that’s him trying to maintain his savage maknae image or if he really isn’t comfortable with that sort of thing. I am a koala though, and I even cuddle anything next to me when I’m sleeping, so I’d probably unintentionally initiate skinship constantly, so probs me? But like I’ve seen him interacting with Felix on vlives and like Felix one time just leaned back on him and was like playing with his knee and Jeongin actually like lowkey put his hand through Felix’s arm and it was really subtle but sweet and adorable so I feel like he might do like really lowkey stuff like that that he might not realize at first? Like absent-mindedly putting his hand on my arm or elsewhere and stuff like that. Idk I just feel like he isn’t as afraid of cooties as he seems but he’s still pretty shy.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. Who would hog blankets more?

oof me. I pull blankets off everyone. But I can see Jeongin being like one of those grumpy sleepers who fights back so it’d turn into an all-out blanket war with neither of us conscious and we’d wake up with random footprints and bruises on each other XD

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. Who would be more clingy?

Probs me tbh, unless he was like really whipped for me, but I feel like this boy would try to seem cool or whatever and be like that subtle clingy type, like pretends he doesn’t care but comes up with excuses for his s/o to stay with him. Like ya know that typical “you should be near me so you don’t die of hypothermia” kinda thing.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. Who would say ‘I love you’ first?

honestly, probably him because I’d be so scared of being rejected I’d wait for him to say it first, which might take a while lol. Watch it be like months of us shying away from saying it but talking about it

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 8. Who would be more easily flustered?

Jeongin is a shy floof, so probs him, but like that boy makes my heart race so idk we might be equal... Like we’d take turns making each other flustered.

“Hey Cait”

“hehe hey Jeongin”

“Hehe u look nice today”

“Hehe u look even better”

*both faces red as tomatoes*

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. What cuddling position would you two have?

I’m the little spoon all the way. But like couch cuddling (if he’d permit it lol) I’d def just like curl up with my head on his shoulders and his arm around me cuz that’s like my fav position. When I sleep, like I’ve said before, I am literally a koala, like anyone or anything that is in bed with me (ask my various friends who have shared a bed with me on school trips lol they have some hilarious stories XD) will end up with all of my limbs (arms and legs) wrapped tightly around them and my head tucked into them. So I feel like Jeongin is just gonna end up getting used to me falling asleep while with him and wrapping my entire body around him. who knows? Maybe he’d eventually find it endearing/enjoyable XD.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. Which colours remind you of them and why?

pink, bc both of us really love pink and pink is a soft color just like that soft boy. Also he said he wants to dye his hair hot pink and I’m actually dyeing my hair rose gold next week so lol we could be the pink 01 liner squad/duo jkjk idk what im saying lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. Which season would you like to spend with them?

all of them autumn. Autumn is my favorite season, and plus it’s the season for cozying up by the fire with my favorite autumn scented candles and hot apple cider and I can bake cookies and pies and stuff. And autumn is also halloween, so we could wear amazing couple costumes and eat a bunch of candy and watch scary movies together (with me ending up in his lap hiding my face in his chest bc I’m the jumpiest person ever). It’s also the time my family tends to go to Disneyland, so I could go there with him over Thanksgiving while the festival of holidays is going on so we can go on all the special revamped rides and eat a bunch of the special foods and enjoy the ambiance and take a million cute couple photos at different parts of the park and go on California screamin and the Guardians ride a million times and take adorable photos on them as well. Oof I’m sorry I could go on about all the Autumn things I’d kill to do with Jeongin omg

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

I’d bake and he’d steal the batter, but I’d def take a bunch too. Tbh, it’d end up a full-out batter battle with more batter on our faces/in our hair than in the bowls. Then we’d just go out for ice cream XD

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

I’d make the bad puns and he’d half judge me half laugh shyly bc he thought it was cute? (this is hypothetical, if he liked me lol just gotta remind y’all i don’t actually think Jeongin thinks I’m cute XD)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

BOTH OF US I already have 3 dogs and 2 cats and I’m sure Jeongin would love all of them, but he’d also want one that was like ours so he’d probs get at least another puppy and name it some cute name that’s like an inside joke or something that only we would get. Or tbh he’d name it a marvel name like Loki bc we’re both geeks like that XD (one of my cats’ full name is Loki’s Bolt of Chaos, so...)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen try to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

I’d def burn down the kitchen, I’ve already burned myself countless times and set myself and my school’s chem lab on fire... and Jeongin would come in a panic and try to stop the fire but he’d be clueless how to stop it and end up having to call Chan to help. Cut to twenty minutes later after all the boys were dragged out of bed by the commotion, glaring at me and Jeongin while Chan lectured us about the dangers of trying to make a snack at 3am while half asleep.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

He’d lean over and I’d pull him back because one of the major fears I have is losing things I love over a railing/bridge (ahem my phone, I always have a hulk-like grip on it when on bridges and the like) so I’d be terrified he would fall off and if he didn’t go down immediately I’d probably have a panic attack and end up crying bc like I said that’s like one of my biggest fears and I couldn’t afford to lose him. Obvs my crying would make him immediately jump down and see what was wrong. And after that I’d hold his hand tight and make sure he didn’t get within 3 feet of a railing.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. What would watching a horror film with them be like?

I feel like we’d both be pretty terrified (tho I’d def be more terrified cuz I’m the jumpiest person ever), and Jeongin would try to seem cool but inside he’d end up being too scared to go to sleep that night and we would just end up staying up and talking and watching comedies and stuff. Maybe he’d find it cute when I squeaked and jumped during the horror movie?? Idk lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

I feel like both of us would be the shy flirt. Like Jeongin is a shy floof and I just spazz out when trying to flirt, so I wouldn’t actually be able to flirt with him until I was more confident with our relationship. Like I’m okay flirting around people I’m not crazy about, but with Jeongin I’d be super shy and end up tripping over a trashcan and falling on top of it as a result of me trying to look cool in front of him. (funny story that actually happened to me. The guy definitely noticed me lol. And talked to me. Literally just to ask me if I was okay bc he saw the whole thing including me walking into two walls right before then... yea... and that’s def not the only time I’ve embarrassed myself and spazzed out in front of my crushes...)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. Who is more competitve?

Probs me. But when I like someone I either turn like extremely competitive to look good in front of them or whatever or I do the exact opposite and let them win bc I don’t want them to feel bad or be annoyed by me. But with Jeongin I can totally see myself getting super competitive with him while baking cookies or something and we like turn it into a contest to see who can make the best cookies and then he tries to sabotage my batter and I try to retaliate and it ends with both of us on the floor covered in flour and chocolate

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. Who would have to be given constant reminders? (Remember to eat, don’t forget to your keys, etc)

Probably Jeongin, like I’d take care of him whenever and obvs I’d be constantly worried about him, but I feel like he’d nag me for being awake/on my phone at 4:00am and I’m very forgetful and all that lol. I can see him trying to seem all judgey or savage ahem fact attack Jeongin u guys like “tf are you doing up, we both know you need that beauty sleep” but after a few months of me panicking and thinking he actually meant exactly what he said, I’d realize that’s just Jeongin’s way of showing he cares so I’d start sassing him back and wow I just turned this into a rant/me just droning on about texting Jeongin someone help me

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. Who sends memes and who sends cute ‘I miss you’ texts at 3am?

I’d def send memes and tbh he would too lol, but if either of us sent like a sweet serious text (esp him), we’d reply with a lovely wholesome meme (esp me). But tbh once I got comfortable around him (cuz I’d be shy af at first), I’d def just send him a million sweet messages, although tbh I’d more likely call him 24/7 bc I miss him and I’d say it to him over the phone as opposed to through message.

tagging: @doublekn0t (I made this extra long and detailed just for you def not bc I got carried away in my love for Jeongin heh) @realstraykids @maaatryoshka @kpop-stole-my-lyfe @minhomygod @straycuties @bangchanmix @bangchant @bangchcn @meatmeinthemiddle-mark @strgaykids @himeaegyo @hey-hey-chan @jiisung @xxstraykids @s0ftminho @busanjeongin@awoojinstan @bangchanstic

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thoughtfuloperatorcowboypalace · 6 years

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After fight cuddles

When Percy woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

Clearly, the lack of sleep last night did not help that irritation dissipate.

Then Nico tried to retreat back to the bedroom with his cup, making Will look up and direct his scowl at him, and it all went downhill from there.

“Where are you going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“No.“

“You need to eat, Nico! How do you expect to be healthy when you don’t even take basic care of your body?!”

“You need to stop being so fucking condescending, Will! I’m not a child anymore, don’t treat me like one!”

“If you want me to treat you like an adult then maybe you should act like one! I can’t help being condescending when you keep-”

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

“The gods damn truth-"

"Oh, you pezzo di merda- ”

“Oh forgive me, most noble Praetor, I didn’t realize that you were so above us, that we’re nothing more than annoying children to you."

"That’s not what I said-”

“Gods, can you not be fucking rude? He just said he has a headache-”

“Oh, so you’re on his side, huh? What is this, pick on Nico day?!"

“Fuck you guys. I’m leaving.” He spat out, before grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, slamming the door behind him as he left.

Three pairs of sad eyes looked at him in surprise. Jason’s were red-rimmed as well and Percy’s urge to comfort swelled up even more so he spoke.

But right now, Percy was more than content to just be there with his shark onesie, his cuddles and his three beautiful boyfriends. They were going to be okay.

This is not mine

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peachnymphuniverse · 6 years

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little things i love/love to do -smell my fingers after peeling an orange -sit on my roof late at night -playing uke under the porch while it rains -opening my windows when it’s chilly and bundle up -slide around in fuzzy socks while my dog chases me -paint my nails and take it off around ten minutes later -when my ukulele strings leave dents in my newly painted nails -listen to my broken record player so that the song registers in my head as a little off key -journal about people’s smiles -in airports i walk around and smile at everyone and get sad if they don’t smile in response (sometimes i double back and repeat the process until they do) -talk to people i’ve just met in the way i wish i did to the people i’ve known -make cookies and dance in the kitchen -close my eyes and guess what flavor jelly bean i get -buy razzles and read in the merc -new sheets -freshly cleaned hair -playing with short (relatively guy) hair -making tea after a rough day -nailing a song first try -sweaters from thrift stores -the feeling when a stranger is nice to me -cheeks hurting from laughing so hard -sporadic adrenaline and finally doing the thing -almond milk over ice -this one gray and pink plate my mom got -mismatching soft patterns on my bed -cuddles with pets (or humans on a good day) -the warmth that occurs when someone calls me beautiful -shiny hair -writing a good song that makes you feel something -piling blankets and pillows in a corner and reading -my mom asking me if i’m happy everyday (and legitimately caring about the answer) -any type of garnier hair product (smells hella good) -the use of the word heck in any context -flowers and flower tattoos -when my sister compliments me (its like the highest form of praise in my life) -the temperature tea is at when it’s hot enough to warm your whole body but not too hot that it burns -tea that has too much honey -hummingbirds in general -my dads laugh -seeing people kiss (not in a creepy way i just really enjoy love) -guys in sweaters and pastel colors -incense from rockin rudy’s -new pj’s -my cat -the sting of hot showers -speaking native languages -people who take random pictures of me -kale salad -dresses that make me look coot -the smell of burning paper -hugs -soup -people who give me their hoodies -making jokes during movies -folded chips -the farmers market when it rains -people with warm hands -people with cold hands -people (ik i say otherwise but people are actually v wonderful sometimes) -cinnamon on hot cocoa -finding a song that relates to your life -stars -blue eyes -baths with music and tea -wearing my stepdads sweaters -making a really nice house in sims -nice teachers @franzen @elder -people with nice eyebrows #envy -buying people coffee -going downtown alone for a few hours and not talking while reading or drinking tea -airports -beaches (the smell mostly) -vanilla perfume -waking up when the blankets are still perfectly in place -when i’m wearing shorts and my warm kitty curls up on my bare legs -layers (button down, sweater, jean jacket) -pretzels with peanut butter -yellow -new socks -citrus smelling stuff -dark chocolate -old cameras -rose and mint flavored lip balm -tiger lilies and sunflowers -when my hair is damp and my head gets it warm -rupi kaur -new watercolors -thrift store vinyls -mike and eleven -knee high socks -overalls -big flannels + jean jackets -popcorn with chulula -drive around in my moms convertible -japanese cherry blossoms -going to the library with @anna everyday -finding a new song and listening to it till you know each word -rain (the smell) -crunching leaves -the stars at 2am -using my kitty as a pillow when she’s curled up -playing the piano (badly) -white curtains -photo booths -nice handwriting -earrings -being under a bunch of blankets -pretty journal pages -hugs when it’s cold out -ink drawings -making my bed -the fact that my favorite band has a song called hannah -genuine laughs and smiles -warm soup on cold days -new jackets -thick socks -when it’s cold outside but you have a v good coat and ur all toasty and happy -soft blankets -finishing homework early -fetal position+big sweaters+floor=happy hannah -making up chords on the uke and giving them names like bartholomew and furghi -remembering inside jokes from forever ago and laughing -laughing so hard you’re incapable of breathing -belting theatre music when home alone -suppa warm bagels -chess w/ tea and mi madre -making spotify playlists for every mood -pretty journals -yellow -knowing little quirks about my friends -asking little questions back and forth with someone i care about -freckles -boys eyelashes -hiking alone -my soft doggy -post-it note quotes -edamame beans with a lil salt at 3 am -my new mattress (praise the lawd) -getting stuff in the mail -the people who actually read all of these lmao -long hair (rly missing mine rn) -big shirts w no pants -people who have specific smells ex. cotton, lemons, lavender, cinnamon -hugging tall people -watching the previews before the movie -messy scribbly handwriting (i think really good handwriting is lacking in character) -this one picture of my dad from the eighties -sweet potatoes -people who use the word beautiful instead of hot -spoken poetry -asking boys what their favorite flower is (odds are they actually have one) -waking up on sundays and making myself breakfast -being hydrated: drink water kids -almond milk w a bit of nutmeg + cinnamon -mixing different teas (i’ve concluded that mandarin orange + ginger is v good) -knowing you somehow made someone’s day better -people who play with my hair -picture books with good plots -sparkling apple cider -asmr (lol don’t judge me) -realizing the other day that i am pretty, and if you don’t think so, that’s ok. -popping popcorn perfectly (ur welcome for the alliteration) -waking up ten minutes before your alarm -elevators arriving right as you push the button -warm winter days, today was v nice -powder blue shirts -hearing a song from ages ago and realizing that you know every word -plugging your phone in at 1% -the amount of hugs i get every day -cuddles -painting myself or people -when a boring class is over @science -watching a movie after thinking about it for a while -packing for a plane ride -new ringtones -going to the merc and getting the last muffin there -holding hands with people in a platonic way -hugs from behind -comfort food (ex. brown rice and tofu w spinach) -crème brulèe -driving at night or in the rain -the way it feels when this certain person says my name -soft hands + long fingers -mild weather -putting my hand out of the car when it’s chilly -nail-polish that peels off in one piece -messy/curly hair -new pj’s -hugs that last a while -giving birthday presents -calling my cat bean -“hannah bee” (nickname from my mam) -cinnamon gum -noice cancelling headphones -calling people by their full names -stiles stilinski falling -new soap -brown eyes -long eyelashes -soft breathing -bronze -swearing but not actually swearing (heck, darn) -fetal position anywhere -being hydrated -nose highlight -small stuffed animals -chocolate milk w straws -my sister -having paint left on my hands -light gray shirts on people -pillow forts -highways at night -bumper stickers -drinking sparkling apple cider out of wine glasses -when my room is hot + i put my hand on a cold wall -hearing my cat purr -catching people looking at me and just smiling at them -hugs that nearly make me fall over -or that squeeze so tight you have to readjust your footing -new pads of paper -dropping a toxic person/thing and feeling weightless -my new room -shopping w my sister -eating hot dogs in target w my sister -friends who ask if you’re ok randomly -when lil asks how my day went -singing fallout boy/ed sheeran/bad rap w reya -chocolate cake -washi tape + journals -kicking a ball really hard to relive stress -p4 spanish -hearing nice things people say abt me -having a messily clean room (w a few things scattered around) -walking around downtown w tea and friends -hot pockets (new discovery for me circa monday) -cracking my neck, knuckles, back -having a heater in my room and always being warm -taking my hair down when it’s still a lil damp and being able to smell shampoo -a teal 1987 ford bronco in my neighborhood -slow orchestra music -piano solos -watching mystery movies and figuring it out before the people do -subtitles -protective friends -today being the first day i haven’t felt spaced out in years -old book smell -rain-soaked hair -resting my head on someone’s warm chest or arms -the acoustic versions of songs i like -the three people who i’m ok w calling me banana -how i don’t swear unintentionally anymore -21 questions -sleeping at school -cutting pancakes into triangles -jim and pam -jelly beans -perfect pancakes -tucking my cat into the crook of my stomach -the office -empty movie theaters -coke zero w a straw -the smol boy me and kenzie became friends with -my package came today -the way my mom sings to her houseplants -being tickled -sofffftttt kitty pawssss -sleeping in really late cause i normally wake up early -golden milk -lullabies -granola w yogurt + maple syrup + cinnamon -sleeping on the ground in my moms office -big sweaters tucked into jeans -mad-libs -collaging -thin sweatshirts -drinking soup out of mugs -small straws -target hot dogs

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muffinsnotebook · 7 years

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Mac n Cheese pt. 3

oh wow, it’s really been a long time since my last update hahahuhu im so sorry. i also took a while before i posted it here too. (it’s on ao3, in case you’re a new reader)

pt. 1 pt. 2

Chapter 3: Waffles in Winter

Jimin pouts the entire time Seokjin takes tucking the three of them into bed. It’s a queen size, pushed to the far wall, with a bedside table propping the nightlight, and Jeongguk’s milk bottles, and whatever toys could fit. The rest of the toys are scattered all over the floor, where the toy box by the foot of the bed can’t hold them any more. A large wooden dresser holds their clothes - some spilling from half shut drawers - and a small bookshelf housing more foam blocks than children’s books, stands beside the tall window. It had taken an entire day to move all the children’s stuff into Seokjin’s guest bedroom, but he’s just relieved to have enough room for them all.

“Jimin-ah, we had a deal,” Seokjin reminds him. “I let you have a shorter nap time, and you guys agreed to go to bed earlier in exchange.”

Jeongguk wriggles on his side of the bed, next to the wall, tossing and turning under the covers before flopping down at last, yawning widely, “Milk pwease!” Seokjin pauses, quickly fixing him his milk bottle while Jeongguk impatiently makes grabby hands.

Taehyung watches his younger brother practically chug his milk with amusement, mimicking the way he sucks loudly with his lips puckered exaggeratedly. Seokjin and Jeongguk laugh, the former nearly tripping over a stuffed elephant on the ground.

Still, Jimin huffs testily. “But I’m not sleepy!” He whines, but then his lips wobble, and he lets out a yawn of his own. Seokjin smirks, carefully picking his way through the few other toys scattered on the floor, picking up dirty laundry as he goes.

“Well then you’ll just have to keep lying down until you do feel sleepy,” He says with finality. “Alright, lights out, kiddos. Good night.”

“Good night, Uncle Jin. Sweet dreams.” The three chorus in reply, even Jimin who says it with a bit more sulk.

“Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow.”

Jeongguk is first to conk out, as usual, his white jammies already riding up his stomach. Taehyung is quick to curl his arms around Jimin, and most nights, Jimin is grateful for the extra warmth and comfort that sends him effortlessly into Dreamland, but tonight isn’t most nights. In all honesty, it hasn’t been most nights for the past few nights. These nights, Jimin dreads sleeping - where his dreams are more nightmares, not of spiders or monsters, but of the cold, barren darkness from before.

But the worst parts are the bright flashing lights, loud noises and breaking glass, mommy screaming for daddy–

Jimin wakes up with a small cry. A familiar chilliness settles in his belly, but not even Taehyung’s hugs can keep it away. Jimin clambers off the bed, placing Poby the Polar Bear in Taehyung’s arms instead. Silently, he crawls over to sit in front of the window, peeking up at the sky.

Tonight, the moon is only half out, but there are thick clouds in the way, and Jimin can’t see even the stars. It’s dark, and the nightlight only makes Jimin feel more lonely, reminds him more of before.

Before appa and eomma.

Before Taehyung.

Before Sunshine House.

In truth, Jimin doesn’t remember much before Sunshine House. Not that there is much to remember. The days and nights blur together into incoherency, and the only thing that remains vivid is the closed door where grown ups would come and go.

Instead, Jimin remembers the day she - not eomma - left him. Jimin remembers how she had dressed him up in his one and only coat, the sleeves bunching up in his palms. He remembers her wrapping a red scarf round and round his neck - it had kept him warm enough despite his threadbare clothes.

He remembers the park. How the playground had been bare, the chains on the swing icy in his hands. He remembers playing in the sandbox, forming lumps of clay and sand for riceballs and drawing figures with a stick; remembers turning every now and then to show her.

He remembers turning around and finding her gone completely.

He remembers feeling cold - the kind that remained after the hot cocoa they gave him at the police station, wrapped in a thick scratchy blanket. The policemen behind the desks would take turns staring at him, making him uncomfortable, and every now and then, a lady police officer would come up to offer him water or snacks.

He remembers walking through the front door of Sunshine House for Children, remembers feeling tiny and even colder under the stares of the other kids. His bed is a futon among a dozen others in a big room, the blanket thicker than his old one, the mattress not as lumpy.

Jimin doesn’t talk much to the other kids, doesn’t talk much at all, except for when the adults ask him a question. Though polite, his answers are always simple, short words.

About a week in, the first snow falls at dawn, and the kids wake up to a good couple inches of fresh, white snow. Where most of the kids run around building snowmen and waging snowball fights, Jimin picks a secluded corner, near some bushes. There, he meets Lula - the resident stray cat, fur in soft patches of orange, black and white, and eyes bluer than the sky.

When the matron comes to coax him back inside with the other kids, she gets a heart attack. The notoriously feisty stray calico in their neighborhood hangs limply in Jimin’s arms, as though it has only ever been docile. The child turns with his charms on at full throttle - his droopy eyes wide and beseeching, lips full on pout - looking like the world would end if she says no.

That night, Jimin is given a thorough lecture about being careful around stray animals, as well as how to care for a pet himself, while they get the calico de-clawed and vaccinated.

Lula is the first friend Jimin makes.

Jimin likes Lula a lot - she doesn’t talk but she always keeps him company. She gets fussy with other people, but Jimin finds her anger familiar and calming somehow. He likes her soft paws better than stinging slaps and booming shouts.

It’s still hard to talk to the other kids - Jimin finds himself lost for words around them, finds his voice gone when they try to talk to him, finds his limbs frozen when they try to play with him.

There’s this one boy, though, named Taehyung - the boy who always smiles and is one of the loudest kids in the bunch, the one who sleeps in the cot next to his. On Jimin’s third night in the orphanage, he gets nudged right before he could fall asleep. It’s Taehyung.

“Can I sleep next to you?” He whispers, already tugging at Jimin’s comforter.

“Why?” Jimin sits up quietly, peering at the rumpled state of Taehyung’s futon.

“I can’t sleep.”

Taehyung fiddles with the frayed ends of his pajamas, his eyes are wide and he bites his lips shyly. It’s different from the typical bubbly brightness he exudes - which Jimin secretly envies - and Jimin finds himself scooting over, allowing Taehyung to snuggle up next to him.

When he wakes up, Taehyung has his arms and legs coiled around Jimin, but he only finds himself feeling perfectly warm, the coldness he’s felt in his tummy from before somehow gone.

On his second week at the Sunshine House, Jimin makes his second friend - his first human friend, Taehyung.

Taehyung is different from Lula. He’s loud and cheerful where Lula is quiet; always moving and talking and playing. But Taehyung makes him laugh with silly faces and weird noises, keeps Jimin warm with hugs and cuddles just when Jimin starts feeling left out. He never leaves Jimin alone for too long, and Jimin shows him how to give Lula a bath the way the caretakers taught him to.

In the day, Jimin becomes Taehyung’s shadow, trailing after him quietly as he plays and mingles with the other kids. Some days, Jimin is still too shy to stick around, so he settles back down with Lula, coloring or drawing or playing blocks, and sooner or later, Taehyung settles down next to him. It’s one of the few moments the caretakers actually see Taehyung settle down.

In the night, Jimin scoots to the left most side of his cot, makes sure their comforter is evenly spread. Taehyung snuggles close to Jimin, wrapping his arms around him as though Jimin is an anchor that keeps him from getting blown away. Jimin doesn’t mind; likes Taehyung’s warm hugs, likes waking up tangled in sheets and limbs, especially after long dreams of being alone in the dark on cold kitchen floors.

It takes several more weeks, but spring comes eventually. When they finally shed their heavier coats and scarfs for light sweaters, Jimin plays with the others like he’s been part of the group for years, smiles bright and warm like the spring sun.

It’s November now, and Autumn engages in a tug of war with Winter. To Jimin, it’s all the same; the nights are long and cold, but his tears don’t run out.

Spring still seems too far away.

Jimin tries to stifle his sobs, he really does. But he misses when appa read him bedtime stories - misses appa’s warm big hand on his head, misses eomma’s lullabies, misses forehead kisses. More than anything, he wants appa to come back. He doesn’t understand why appa needed to become a star. Jimin doesn’t need stars - they’re too far away for hugs and kisses and bedtime stories.

“Jiminie?” Taehyung whispers, crawling over to sit next to him in front of the window. Jimin doesn’t look up, only curls tighter into himself, knees pressed to his chest, face buried in his crossed arms. Taehyung clenches a fist onto Jimin’s sleeves.

“Did you get another nightmare?” He whispers sadly. Jiminie has been having a lot of nightmares lately; he gets woken up whenever Jimin begins tossing and turning, sometimes talking and crying.

Jimin shakes his head, sniffling. “I miss appa so bad, Taetae.”

Taehyung nods sadly; he does too. He looks up at the cloudy sky, and frowns. He glances at Jimin, biting his lip, before curling up his legs to rest his chin on his knees, too.

“I’m sorry, Jiminie.” He says softly, morosely. “S’my fault. I drew on the couch again today and I didn’t eat my vegebles. Daddy must’ve saw, and ‘cause I wasn’t good today, hid away.”

Jimin shakes his head again, this time lifting his head. “No, Taetae. It’s my fault, too. I made fun of Uncle Jin, and I don’t finish my food all the time. And we didn’t clean up our messes after playtime.”

They both quiet down, looking up at the inky grey and black sky.

“…It’s both our faults.” They say at the same time, sighing. Blinking, they turn to look at each other, then look back up at the sky. “We’re sorry.”

“Need to apologize to Uncle Jin tomorrow, maybe.”

“We’ll do it after breakfast. I’ll make sure to finish mine tomorrow.”

“I’ll eat more of my vegebles, too. After playtime, let’s clean up too.”

“What about the couch?”

“Ggukie started it! That’s his fault, too,” Taehyung whined, pouting. Jimin pokes his arm.

“Appa will know. You have to be good, too, or it won’t work.”

Taehyung pouts some more, but nods resignedly. “Fine, fine - but can we go back to bed now? The floor is cold.”

They get resettled - Poby the Polar Bear getting pushed off the bed - back into their tangle of arms and legs and pillows, Jeongguk remaining fast asleep through it all.

“Good night, Jiminie.”

“Good night, Taetae.”

Seokjin frowns, seeing Jimin’s puffy eyes. The seven year old is more sluggish this morning than usual, more subdued.

“Jiminie, are you feeling okay?” He asks worriedly, pressing the back of his hand onto the young boy’s forehead. His temperature is normal, and Jimin mumbles a small, “’m fine.”

Seokjin purses his lips, then turns to his other seven year old, who’s more bleary eyed than usual. Taehyung’s hair sticks up in multiple directions, his eyes still at half-mast staring blankly at the table. It’s a one-eighty from the usually exuberant boy that Taehyung is, and Seokjin’s worry meter goes up another one or ten notches.

“Taehyungie, did you not sleep well last night?”

Taehyung promptly slumps over, faceplanting onto the table with a small thump. Jeongguk cackles at his brother, reaching with stubby fingers to poke at his side. Seokjin watches with mild amusement as Taehyung whines, weakly batting out an arm in retaliation.

“Right, well, you can go back to sleep if you want, but only after breakfast.” Seokjin says finally, turning back to where he’d been finishing the last plate for breakfast. With a flourish borne out of habit, (and yeah, okay he might be putting on a bit of a show, but if the kids don’t bat an eye, then it never happened) Seokjin makes quick work of the berries, dishes them out into small bowls.

“Heads and arms off the table,” he calls plopping down the plates and bowls. Taehyung’s nose twitches, before he perks up in a flash, back ramrod straight even as his eyes remain half shut.

“Strawberries!” He yells loudly, prying one eye open.

“There’s waffles, too.” Seokjin replies, more than slightly amused when Taehyung’s eyes pop wide open at the breakfast spread, the boy digging in with a hearty cheer. Jeongguk is already cramming his cut up pieces of bacon and waffle, and even Jimin hums happily with every other mouthful.

Today, Seokjin’s decided to give the kids a treat, making hashbrown-stuffed waffles, topped with bacon slices and poached egg, along with a bowl of sliced berries. Taehyung eats only the strawberries after polishing off his waffle, handing the rest to Jeongguk as usual who happily devours the rest, his own plate already wiped clean.

“Dewishoos!” Jeongguk chimes happily through mouthfuls of strawberries and bananas. Taehyung pokes his side, and Jeongguk blinks at his brother, before he turns to Seokjin, saying “Thank-you Uncle Jin! Dewishoos food!”

Somewhere between Seokjin melting and preening at the praise, Jeongguk polishes Taehyung’s bowl of fruits, moving on to Jimin’s. And in what seems like a blink of an eye, the four year old manages to stuff six whole blueberries into his cheeks. Like a chipmunk. An oversized chipmunk.

The idea of a four-year-old Jeongguk-chipmunk driving him to bankruptcy with his bottomless pit of a stomach won’t quite go away.

On the bright side, today Jimin finishes his waffles, although he only eats half of his fruits (Jeongguk had gotten to them before Jimin could). But Seokjin decides to count his wins rather than his losses.

Progress is progress.

Soon, everyone’s plates empty out, and dutifully, the kids set their dirty dishes onto the sink - for the first time, without prompting from Seokjin. The chairs are tucked in with a bit of scraping, and Seokjin turns to wash the dishes, hearing the telltale pattering of feet and the opening theme of Pororo blaring from the living room. He assumes the kids are tucked into the couches - or likely goofing off and roughhousing again - so he’s surprised when he turns around to see Jimin and Taehyung still standing by the table, engaged in what may very well be a telepathic conversation.

“Boys? What are you two still doing here?”

Jimin and Taehyung turn to him at the same time. The solemn looks in their eyes make him pause, curious, but also slightly nervous. “Uncle Jin!”

He raises his brows, drying his hands with a dishtowel.

“We’re sorry!” They chorus, even bowing their heads at the same time.

Seokjin dumbly replies with an open mouth and a, “Uh…huh?”

“I’m sorry Uncle Jin,” Jimin chews on his lip, looking down and sideways and everywhere not into Seokjin’s eyes. “…I haven’t been a good boy.”

“Me either neither!” Taehyung chimes in, and while he looks determinedly at Seokjin, his hands fidget restlessly with the ends of his pajama shirt. “I should’ve finished all my vegebles and I haven’t.”

“A-and we didn’t clean up after playtime,” Jimin adds nervously. “Sorry.”

“The broken vase too, and the couch and the wall–” Taehyung looks at him wide-eyed. “I-I mean the vase and the couch, the couch, we’re sorry.”

“Uhm…? Okay…?” Seokjin replies unsurely, his brain still trying to catch up.

Jimin and Taehyung look up at him expectantly, pleadingly, as though he holds the key to their fate, and he simply isn’t well-equipped for this so early in the morning. He doubts he’d be prepared for this any time of the day this year, really - or ever. He clears his throat; motioning for them to come closer with what he hopes is a comforting smile as he crouches to their eye level, each hand on the boys’ shoulders.

“I forgive you both. I’m glad you boys are mature enough to own up to your wrongs and apologize - I’m proud of you, and I’m sure your parents are too,” His voice hitches a bit, and he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. Jimin and Taehyung look up at him so earnestly he fears he might just break. “But what brought this on, all of a sudden?”

The two look at each other briefly, then Taehyung says, “Jimin misses dad a lot, but we haven’t been good boys, and dad saw and won’t appear in the sky.”

Seokjin is stupefied. Struck dumb, dumbstruck.

“Taehyung misses appa, too,” Jimin adds. “You said if we’re good boys, appa will be bright and happy, right? We promise to be good today, so appa will be up in the sky tonight, won’t he?”

That’s when Seokjin remembers it’s been cloudy and overcast the past few nights, will remain so for the coming days due to a mild monsoon. There won’t be stars in sight for a few nights more, at the very least.

More than ever, he wishes he had an ounce of Namjoon’s intellect, so he isn’t left fumbling for the right thing to say to these boys. Or at the very least, the perfect way to explain to them that no, good deeds and perfect behavior have no sway against easterly winds and monsoons.

Then he realizes Namjoon had been the one who began all this stuff about stars in the first place (what was that about the road to hell being paved with good intentions?) and he curses his boyfriend instead for putting him in this dilemma in the first place.

Seokjin really doesn’t know what to say.

Does he tell them the truth and take away any possible comfort they might’ve gained from believing their father’s become a star?

He doesn’t get to make the choice. Jimin’s face crumples, and Seokjin realizes he’s been silent too long. Oh no.

“Please, Uncle Jin, we’ll be good, we’ll be good! We promise!” Jimin cries, big fat teardrops leaking down in his cheeks.

Seokjin quickly pulls him into his arms. “Oh Jimin-ah, I know you will - you already are. You’re such a good, sweet boy–”

“Then why won’t appa come out in the sky? Does he hate us?” Jimin cries out, his body shaking with every sob. “Why did appa have to leave? We’re being good, we promise, we’re good! I want appa to come back!”

“Your appa loves you, Jimin-ah, he loves you and Tae and Ggukie.” Seokjin replies thickly, his own eyes hot. “He doesn’t hate any of you at all - he could never hate you–”

“Then why did he have to leave? Why isn’t he here?” Jimin pulls away viciously, face crumpled and wet. “If he loves us why isn’t he here?!”

“Because he can’t come back, Jimin-ah.” Seokjin replies softly, his ears ringing with the very same questions he still asks himself - even when he knows better.

But broken hearts do not listen to reason, and Seokjin knows this well enough, too. Still, his heart breaks all over again when Jimin’s face crumples with a fresh wave of tears, running back to the bedroom.

He hears a wet sniffle, and Seokjin turns to see Taehyung, tears dribbling down his face, too, fists twisted at the hem of his shirt.

“I miss daddy.” Taehyung chokes out.

Seokjin smiles sadly. “I miss him too, Tae.”

“Where the fuck are my tenderloins?!”

The kitchen staff flinch collectively, but nobody dares to raise their heads. The senior staff heave quiet sighs, but the newer, younger hires - including their part-timer dishwasher - quiver in fear. The young commi in question, even more.

“S-Sir?”

“How long does it take an idiot to rub fucking herbs into a slab of meat?” Yoongi slams his meat cleaver, chopping off a whole duck into clean cuts, before rounding onto the trembling young staff. “This is a kitchen, not a petting zoo! Gimme that before you drop it.”

He snatches the tray of freshly marinated meat from the trembling commi, handing a junior chef the chopped up duck. “Deal with this before I blow my fucking fuse.” Yoongi mutters, shoving the tray into the preheated oven after double checking the temperature, then slamming it shut.

“Entrée, coming right up,” Hyeri, one of their senior chefs, says, sliding over a nearly finished plate of lamb chops. Yoongi grabs a clean teaspoon, dripping different colored sauces in swift, meticulous strokes onto the dish. At the raise of a hand, Hyeri dutifully hands him a clean dishtowel to wipe off any excesses.

“Done,” He says at last, Hyeri collecting it with a nod to pass it on to their waiting servers. When Yoongi turns, he spots the commi from before - a kid, really, probably still in culinary school - still standing where he left him. “What’re you standing the fuck around for? Make yourself useful goddamn; the lunch rush ain’t over, kid and those meats aren’t gonna be rubbing marinade on themselves.”

The young commi practically jumps out of his skin, before running back to his previous station, where Young Jae is braising two different pots, while heating up a new batch of oil for deep frying some fritters. Young Jae discreetly offers the young lad a sympathetic smile, before nudging him to check on his braised duck.

Yoongi is already sampling Henry’s fresh batch of sauces for another set of dishes, supervising the plating with an eagle eye. It’s another busy day at Eat Jin with the lunch rush in full swing, a steady flow of customers coming and queuing up, especially after they’d gotten a Michelin star. The stress and high tension isn’t new, but normally Seokjin’s around to ease things down a notch before the kitchen gets too heated.

With Seokjin on leave, however, they’re left under the charge of their sous chef. And while Min Yoongi is a more easy-going person than most, Sous-Chef-turned-Head-Chef Min Yoongi absolutely does not have an ounce of chill in the kitchen.

“Yah, Yoongi-ah, you’re gonna scare away all our newbies if you keep at it,” Hyeri says nonchalantly while she checks on another batch of grilled pork chops just as the sous chef comes to a stop at her station.

Yoongi doesn’t lift his eyes from where he’s chopping up short ribs for galbi with a steady BANG, BANG, BANG! “I’m a chef, not a babysitter; Jin’s fault for hiring sissies.”

“Yoongi-ah,” Hyeri rebukes sternly and Yoongi sighs testily. “Look, I know you’ve been stressed, having to take over as head chef, and we’re all worried about Seokjin-“

“I’m not worried about that idiot-“ Yoongi mutters and Hyeri rolls her eyes but continues.

“Look, I don’t expect you to break out one of Seokjin’s puns-“

“I’d rather die.” Yoongi deadpans and this time, Hyeri flicks his forehead.

“Yah, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear,” the older woman huffs. “As I was saying, I don’t expect you to start cracking jokes, but you can at least try to be nice to our commi - Sungjae did not deserve that tongue lashing, you know.

Yoongi stops himself from releasing the long-suffering sigh building up in his chest, focusing instead on seasoning the chunks of short ribs. “Yes, fine, Hyeri-noona.”

“Good.” She nods, just as a timer dings. She swiftly takes out the tray of perfectly roasted pork belly from the oven. “And could you try to turn down the cursing? At this rate they’re gonna be calling you the Gordon Ramsay of Seoul.”

“As long as no one makes a disaster of a sandwich, noona,” Yoongi replies, passing the seasoned ribs to Kyung Soo for marinating.

The rest of the lunch rush passes by in a flurry of more orders, clanging and banging pots and pans and boards and knives, Yoongi’s occasional curses mixed into the chaos. It isn’t until 2pm when one of their servers, Jackson, comes bursting through the doors yelling, “hyung, hyung, hyung! Yoongi-hyung this is bad, this is bad!” that things take an awry turn.

Yoongi inwardly groans. He really could not wait until Seokjin came back to take this shit off his shoulders. This was not what he’d signed up for two years ago.

Jimin doesn’t come out of the room until Seokjin tells him it’s almost time for lunch. He washes up and gets dressed dutifully, even making sure to tidy up their bed - but he remains quiet and subdued. Taehyung is noticeably quieter today too, leaving Jeongguk to do most of the chattering.

It’s absolute agony.

For once, naptime isn’t much of a struggle. Jimin and Taehyung fall asleep even faster than Jeongguk - who, thankfully, follows soon after.

Seokjin takes this moment of quiet to tidy up the living room, tidy up his own chaotic mind, tidy up his strained and tangled emotions. In the middle of cleaning, he spots a new scribble on the wall by the couch that hadn’t been there yesterday.

This must be the thing about the wall Taehyung had been apologizing for earlier. Seokjin smiles faintly, crouching to take a closer look, taking out his phone to take a photo for posterity (or, y’know, when years down the road, they bring home their crushes, or become famous idols or something).

Just in case.

It’s as he’s zooming out that he realizes it’s right next to the spot on the couch Jeongguk had drawn days ago - still unfinished. The one with his brothers and the moon and one tiny spec for a star.

Taehyung’s scribble suddenly seems more familiar, more coherent - a scribble that looks vaguely like a constellation.

That’s because it is.

It’s Orion - the three stars that form the belt, the arm raised high above its head, the bow. And near the tip of it, closest to the couch, the two blobs, the stars from Taurus. One bigger and brighter than the other. Right to the left of Jeongguk’s wobbly smiling moon.

It’s the star they’d claimed was their father’s.

Seokjin nearly drops his phone. He doesn’t know how long he spends staring at it, his mind at once a storm and an empty void. Somewhere in between, he gets an idea.

He calls Hoseok.

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