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jeonggukkiepabo · 3 years

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CRYSTAL SNOW ❄ MYG

SUMMARY: Christmas has always been a stressful time for Yoongi: buying presents, decorating the tree, baking cookies, you name it-Yoongi does it. It wouldn't be so difficult if Yoongi had someone to help him, but all he has left in his life is his beautiful daughter Ara.But maybe this year, he won't be all alone.

GENRE: christmas fluff ❄ a bit of smut

WORD COUNT: 7,3k

WARNINGS: f l u f f, single parent yoongi, kindergarten teacher y/n, oral, satoori, domestic christmas vibes :(, mentions of death

AUTHOR’S NOTE: the secret collab is finally here! thanks @kimtaehyunq for letting me join💞 i’m so excited to read the other fics as well! & thank you Mags for doing this amazing banner I think this is the prettiest banner I've ever had. 🤧 Tysm love💞

MERRY CHRISTMAS

People usually say she looks a lot like her father, but all Yoongi sees in Ara is his wife. Wherever his daughter goes, his wife's ghost follows, the memory of his teenage love and the wonderful years they spent together until she left their lives.

Min Dasom died almost one year after Ara was born, her death coming too sudden for anyone to bid their last goodbyes-leaving her husband and baby heartbroken and alone.

It was awful, Yoongi won't be able to forget that one night the police called him, telling him that his precious wife drowned in the ocean during her monthly trip to the beach with her friends.

Ever since that call, Yoongi has never stepped near a beach again, never felt hot sand between his toes again, never went swimming again.

It was hard, being a single parent and Yoongi was tempted to give up many times, but seeing Ara grow and bloom into the beautiful girl she is now, Yoongi is beyond thankful that he survived the pain and sorrow.

He never drowned his thoughts in alcohol because his sunshine always looked at him with her sad little eyes, almost as if she knew what he wanted to do and hugged his legs tightly until Yoongi set the bottle away and picked Ara up and spent the night cuddling her.

Things got easier as soon as Ara was old enough to finally go to kindergarten, allowing Yoongi to work more hours and on a daily basis again. It's not like he needed a lot of money, it's just that Yoongi needs to work.

He's used to working all the time, he's always been-because working doesn't give him time to think about the tragedy that is his life.

Money wasn't an issue for the Min family, Yoongi used to be one of the most successful pianists and producers in South Korea, but he gave up on that as soon as Ara was born, just to have time for his family.

His friend Hyunjin offered him a job as a songwriter and composer at his own label JinHit Entertainment.

Yoongi could work from home whenever he wanted and needed to, but the studio Hyunjin set him up was way better and filled with new technology that Yoongi loved playing and experimenting with.

The acclimatization to her new daily routine wasn't easy for Ara because she wasn't used to having women in her life-until now, it has always been Yoongi and Ara. They ended up switching kindergarten two times before Ara came into the one that you've been working at for a while now-instantly falling in love with you.

The first few days with your new reference child we're quite… interesting because the little girl was full of action and so curious about every little thing in the room that you couldn't sit still and talk to her father for a while because Ara grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the next game she wanted to play.

Her father, Min Yoongi, sent you an apologetic smile as he watched you play with his daughter from a distance, giving you time to get used to each other and build a bond. You winked at him as you took a seat next to Ara and started to explain the rules of the board game to her-impressed about how well she was understanding them.

It didn't take Ara a long time to send Yoongi home, waving him goodbye and pressing a loud kiss onto his lips. "Go and work, Appa! Uncle Hyunjinnie waits for you to make good music!"

Yoongi looked at her with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're telling me to leave? Just to go and work? That is rude, princess."

You giggled and hugged Ara as she ran over to you, Yoongi long forgotten.

"Would you like to bring your dad to the door, Ara? I think he might be sad if you won't. Remember: he won’t see you for a few hours and you don’t want your dad to be sad during lunch, right?"

Ara giggled but nodded nonetheless and grabbed Yoongi by the hand. "Hurry!"

Yoongi looked at you in shock, desperately trying to hold in his laugh. "I think you gave me Ara's evil twin instead of my sweet little princess! Where is my nice girl that always kisses Appa goodbye?"

You shrugged your shoulders playfully as one of the other kids asked for you to help him with building a big tower out of building blocks. "Have a nice day, Mr Min. Oh and make sure you won't forget about our appointment on Thursday! I don't think it'll take longer than an hour, it's just to talk about Ara's development so far."

Yoongi was one of the few parents that were always punctual, not even a minute too late-and the only parent you've never felt any kind of rage towards. Not only that, but he attended every kindergarten fest, always prepared little cupcakes for Ara's birthday to bring with her to kindergarten and share with her friends.

May was rolling around quickly and you were as eager as always to craft some little gifts for the children to give their mothers.

You prepared some candle wax and melted it so the kids could fill it in plastic forms and add glitter and scent to their preference, just to have a nice little gift to give.

Most of the kids had fun, some of them were a bit grumpy because they got glitter all over themselves, but there is one little girl pouting and trying not to cry in front of them, not even touching the wax.

Ara.

It breaks your heart every time, knowing that Ara's mother died years ago and that she probably had no other woman in her life because you’ve already heard that her father works quite a lot.

Squatting down next to the little girl, you gently pinch her stomach just to hear her little giggles.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want to make a nice candle?"

Ara looks up at you, one single tear slipping out of her eye. "I don't have a mom, so no candle for me."

You coo, playing with Ara's hair as you stand up again, leading her towards the crafting table.

"That doesn't matter, Ara. I think your dad will be happy to get a candle too! We can pick a different color than pink, what do you think does he like the most? I’m sure we will find something!"

Ara taps her chin, smiling slightly as she thinks about Yoongi's favorite color. "Black! He wears black clothes! Always! Do we have black glitter, Y/N?"

She scrunches her nose at the first few oils, but one scent really lights up her face. "This smells like Appa! Can we use this?"

"We do, I didn't put it on the table because usually nobody wants it so it sits on the shelf, all by itself. I think the glitter finally deserves to be used!" You smile at the kid, grabbing the small container of glitter from the shelf and handing it over to Ara.

"We do have a few scents, would you like to smell them? Choose whichever you think smells the best and we can put a few drops in the wax,' you offer the bowl of different oils to Ara and help her open the lids.

Ara holds up the little bottle of rose oil and you smile to yourself. Black roses, that really seems to fit the impression you have of Mr. Min.

"Of course. Now, let's mix the glitter with the wax and we can put it into the mold. Alright, now stir it while i put in a few drops of the rose oil, okay?"

You guide her through the process, talking to her and listening to her rambling about the piano lessons Mr. Min gives her on a regular basis, just because Ara wants to be like her favorite man in the world.

"He is a great dad, Ara. You're so lucky to have him, I know that he must be sad sometimes too, but you're such a sunshine and help him as much as he helps you," you hug her from the side, enjoying the way Ara leans into the hug as well.

"I want a mom, but Appa is almost like a mom! He lets me paint his nails, goes to ballet with me and always bakes princess cookies for our tea parties!"

Ara giggles as she dips the wick into the liquid wax.

"Appa needs a woman to love, the only dates he goes to are work-dates with uncle Hyunjin," she says.

And yes, you think so as well.

One day around September, you decide that it’s definitely hot enough to prepare the blow-up outside pool for the kids, allowing them to change into their swimsuits and let them play around, even adding some bubbles to the water to let them experiment.

Mr. Min smiles at you, his gums fully showing and you can’t help but smile as well as you hear his words.

“And I think there’s no job that you could do better than this one.”

You’re sitting next to the pool on a bench in the shadow, reading some books to those few kids that don’t want to hop into the water as Ara jumps out of the pool.

“Y/N, come inside as well, it’s so nice!” She jumps up and down, her wet ponytail dripping onto her shoulders.

You pout, pointing to the kids next to you. “I can’t, you know that some of the kids are still afraid to go into the water with so many other children around. Maybe next time. Now, go and enjoy it, it’s super hot and I don’t know when autumn will come around and surprise us with bad weather!”

Ara nods quickly, hopping back into the water and continues splashing some water around with her friends, but she glances at you every few seconds. Then, she whispers with her two best friends before all three of them nod as they look at you.

Suddenly, they run towards you, surprising you with wet hugs and loud giggles, leaving your white summer dress almost see through.

Suddenly, there’s someone clearing his throat right behind you and you wish you could sink deep down into the pool once you see that it’s Mr. Min.

“Girls!,” you can’t help but yelp, the cold water causing you to jump up from the bench. Yet, you laugh with them, the cooling really helping you with the heat.

“You can’t just do that, Ara. Look at my dress now, you can almost see through it, you’re lucky that the parents won’t come in within the next two hours, otherwise they would see me like this,” you try to look stern, but to be honest: you would have done the same if you were Ara.

“Ara, why did you do that?,” he asks with his calm voice and tries his best not to look at your hardening nipples under the dress.

Ara’s bottom lip trembles as she looks at you with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just thought it would be funny…”

Mr. Min turns to you and bows slightly. “I’m sorry, she shouldn’t have done that. And well, I came to pick her up earlier because we will visit her grandparents over the weekend. I should’ve informed you earlier. Is there any way I can help you with your… erm, dress?”

Mr. Min nods at you, picking up his-still wet-daughter as he looks you up and down slow enough to leave goosebumps all over your skin once again.

You blush, shaking your head as you grab Ara’s clothes and hand her to her father.

“It’s alright, Mr. Min, it’s not your fault-and a water fight is too much fun to just not do it, right, Ara? It’s sunny enough so I’ll just bring the bench into the sun and I’ll be dry soon enough! I hope you’re having fun with your grandparents, Ara! Have a nice weekend, Mr. Min.”

“It’s alright, Mr. Min, really. You don’t know how many children happen to call one of us mom without realizing it. It’s nothing too wild, I’ve gotten used to it and I think especially in Ara’s case… It was supposed to happen, you know? I mean, I don’t want to intrude on your private life, but I suppose you’re not seeing another person and Ara isn’t growing up with other females, so she takes those she sees here as a female person to bond with, you know?”

“Thank you, mommy! Oh… I mean Y/N..,” Ara quirps as he turns around in her father’s arms, even though it doesn’t look like she’s really sorry at all.

“Ara!” Mr. Min gasps as he looks at his daughter.

Yoongi shakes his head. “I haven’t seen another woman ever since my wife died. Ara is the only woman in my life, the only one I give all my love to. She deserves it,” he sighs. “But you’re right, I think another female person would really help her with growing up. I just don’t want to introduce her to some random woman I might not even want to spend the rest of my life with. Is this egoistic?”

His honest words hit you, knowing how lonely he must be, all alone with his little girl and a bunch of work he has to do. “It’s not, Mr. Min. You don’t have to date just because you think it would be the best for Ara. There are many single fathers that raise their kids perfectly fine and I think you’re one of them! Ara never tells bad stories about you and I think you’re doing a really good job, spending all of your free time with her and allowing her to experience so many fun things. I’ve met so many ‘happy’ families that didn’t even manage to pack breakfast for their kids, so really, don’t break your head over something like this! I’m happy that Ara accepted me so much and that she always comes to me whenever she has a problem. This is why I chose my job.”

Over the next few months, Mr. Min is all that’s on your mind, even though you know how unprofessional it is, but he’s even kinder to you than he’s been before. You usually have a small chat with every parent whenever they bring or pick up their children, but Mr. Min makes sure to always catch you and ask you about your day, if there’s anything new in your life and you can’t help but ask him about his work and the songs he’s been working on as well.

“Ah, it’s really stressful right now. I’m working with this band that’s debuting soon and we have to prepare and finish the entire album I wrote about five songs for. They’re really good but still so young, I think the oldest is 16? Or was it 17? Whatever, that’s like ten years younger than me! I think I’ll grow grey hair soon when I keep on working with such young idols,” he sighs playfully as he helps Ara to put on her shoes and jacket.

“I mean, you’re not that old, Mr. Min. Don’t worry-as long as you keep that handful smile you will look like you’re straight out of some perfume poster. But I’d love to listen to one of your songs! I mean, if you’d let me,” you smile with honesty as you hand Ara her backpack.

Mr. Min shrugs, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he opens his Spotify account. He types something in and turns the screen towards you. AGUST D, it says. You scrunch your eyes at the name, trying to remember where you’ve known it from, but it doesn’t ring a bell right now.

“I’ll make sure to listen to some of your songs, I hope they aren’t too sad though, I prefer my music to be more… pop and rock?”

You cringe at your own words, hoping that the man knows what you were trying to say.

And fuck, you did like it. Turns out that AGUST D wasn’t some softie that plays guitar lullabies, no.

Yoongi cracks a grin, then winks at you playfull before he takes Ara’s hand after she said goodbye to you.

“I think you’re going to like it.”

AGUST D seems to be one of the best rappers in the music industry that you’ve ever been listening to. He sounds so aggressive and fast that you needed to listen twice to some of his songs to understand what he was saying, but you ended up adding much more songs into your playlist than you’d like to tell him.

But you did tell him.

“Oh, I’m not doing that crazy rap thing anymore. It was a phase, I guess. By now, I use the name to help smaller musicians and trainees, produce their songs and write their lyrics. It’s better to do so with a bigger name, but AGUST D died a long time ago, I guess I killed him.” Mr. Min says the next day.

"I mean, as long as you keep all of them on Spotify, I'm alright with that. Most of those songs match my aggressive driving vibe and I can't imagine driving to work without it." You try to joke before you realize what it must've sounded like. "Oh lord, I didn't mean it like that!"

You blush, trying to hide your reddened cheeks in your palms, but Mr. Min just laughs it off.

"Don't worry, I get what you mean. I usually play Love Talk as soon as i leave this building."

He even has the audacity to wink at you before he leaves with a grin, causing Ara to coo.

"Appa really likes you if he teases you!"

And the teasing goes on and on, there’s almost no day without a snarky comment from Mr. Min or a sarcastic comment from you-but neither of you takes those words to heart because that’s what you need in your lives, someone to laugh with, someone to make jokes with.

Even though there are plenty of other children in your group and so many parents you talk to daily, the only one you’re happy to see in the afternoon is Mr. Min.

The summer is long gone and fall said goodbye a few weeks ago, December came around and your little crush on Mr. Min isn’t as little anymore-and you can’t help yourself but wonder if he might be into you as well. You’ve shared a few noons talking about Ara’s development and if she’s ready for school next September, but most of the times you didn’t talk about the girl for more than thirty minutes before one of you switched the topic to something more private as the man leans closer to you and locks his gaze with yours.

You’re not as nervous around him as you were before and you can feel him starting to open up towards you as well. Yet, you’ve never met outside of the kindergarten, knowing it would be way too unprofessional and you’d never want to ruin the wonderful bond you share with Ara just because you’re desperate to jump into her father’s lap and call him Daddy too.

You’re not one of those women to go into a club and have a dirty one night stand with a random stranger, but you’ve been too busy to actually go and meet people, so you’ve kind of gotten used to being alone, even though you’re really missing late night cuddles and Disney marathons.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you’ve been strolling through the mall for a while now, looking for some christmas presents for your friends and family-but also wanting to treat yourself because work has been more than just exhausting lately.

You’ve been handling the entire group alone, having a lot more smaller children because new kids have been coming to kindergarten and having to deal with so many parents alone can be pure hell. Sadly enough you’re living all by yourself, only having a few close friends that don’t understand why you’re even doing this underpaid job and your last relationship crashed almost two years ago.

The mall looks amazing, beautiful christmas ornaments are hanging from the ceiling and there must be someone playing the piano somewhere because the soft melodic tunes fill the entire mall, reminding you of Mr. Min once again.

You just stepped out of a lingerie store, something you’re really passionate about even though nobody but yourself sees you in it, but you love the feeling of lace on your skin, love how beautifully the soft colors compliment your skin and love imagining Mr. Min ripping the soft material off you.

The small paper bag in your hand, you look around for another shop that might hold the next christmas present for one of your friends.

“Appa, please! I already have a picture but we need you to have one too!”

You know that voice too well to ignore it, searching the area for the small owner of it, giggling as you found her. Ara and Mr. Min are in the Santa area of the mall that gives you the ability to sit on Santa’s lap and take a picture with him as you tell him your biggest christmas wishes.

But the little girl is not sitting on Santa’s lap, she’s trying to push her father towards the man with the fake beard, clearly wanting him to sit down on that lap.

You giggle, walking towards them just to find out what’s going to happen.

“Ara, I’m too old and heavy for poor Santa, I think he prefers girls your age-wait, no not like that. I think he likes boys and girls-ugh. You’re driving me crazy, princess. Look, there’s a few other kids wanting to have their time with Santa as well, why don’t we just leave and try to find some more presents from the giftshop here, hm?” The man tries to talk his daughter into leaving the uncomfortable situation, but Ara is as stubborn as ever-she always gets what she wants, especially from her father.

“But… I want you to have pictures with Santa too!” She pouts, looking over at the confused Santa before she hears your giggle. “Y/N!”

Mr. Min turns around, a shocked expression on his face and a soft pink tint on his cheeks.

“Oh, Ms. Y/L/N. What a surprise.”

You giggle even more, stepping closer towards them. “Hello Ara, good afternoon Mr. Min,” you bow slightly before accepting the little girl’s hug.

“I see, you really want to sit on Santa’s lap, but Ara doesn’t want to let you because she’d be embarrassed.”

Yoongi hums in agreement. “Horrible, those children. I mean, I just want a nice christmas picture with Santa, but you know how they are… right before puberty hits them.”

“Y/N, Appa doesn’t want to take a picture with Santa, would you sit on his lap and take a picture for me?” Ara looks up at you with her big eyes and like always, you can’t say no. Instead, you hand Mr. Min your bags-not thinking about the fact that one of them is from the lingerie store-before taking Ara’s hand and walking over to the smiling Santa.

The picture is quickly taken and not even five minutes later, Mr. Min hands you your bags, whispering, so Ara wouldn’t hear you. “I think the peach one will suit you the best.”

Ara nods and rips the bags out of Mr. Min’s hands to show you her cute dresses and bows while the man just stares at you with an open mouth. Did you really just say that to him?

You gasp, hiding the bags behind your back but who are you to deny the fact that this man is the exact reason you stepped into the store?

“Thank you, I hope someone will get to see them before Christmas. It would be a shame to waste those pretty pieces for some lame mirror selfies,” you smile innocently before squatting down next to Ara. “Did you buy something nice yet?”

“Appa, we wanted to get hot chocolate, can Y/N come too please?”

Yoongi is speechless once more as he quietly follows his daughter and her kindergarten teacher towards the mall’s cafe-realizing that he shouldn’t have chosen his tightest pair of skinny jeans because somehow, they got quite uncomfortable as soon as you arrived.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his daughter before he picks up all the dresses that Ara tried to shove back into the bags. “If she wants, she’s welcome to join, but I think you should ask her first, maybe she is busy.”

You blush at the invitation, not sure whether to accept it or not-but you’re not one to decline on hot chocolate. Smiling at Ara, you nod. “Show me where to get the best hot chocolate, I’m craving something sweet and thick down my throat.”

He watches you as Ara grabs your hand and swings them around with a soft giggle, heart warming as he sees your fond smile.

Ara talks about you a lot-hell, Yoongi asks about you a lot whenever Ara doesn't want to talk about you but watch her favorite show.

It's unprofessional and probably not allowed, Yoongi knows, but Ara leaves for school in March anyways, so who cares?

It's obvious to the both of you that you're interested in each other, the flirting and teasing coming to a point where Yoongi can't wait for another snarky remark of yours.

And now that he has the chance to sit and talk with you outside of your workplace, you just chose to buy a bag full of fucking beautiful lingerie (yes, Yoongi looked inside, no, he doesn't regret it).

Ara leads you into this beautiful cat cafe that apparently has "The best hot chocolate and bubble tea, but it's too cold for bubble tea… Can they make hot bubble tea?" as Ara says, earning a harsh "no" from Yoongi, because that's something he wishes for as well.

"Go find a place with Mr. Y/L/N, Ara. I'll get your order, yeah? What can I order for you?" Yoongi looks at you as he pulls out his wallet, giving you some time to read the menu.

"Oh, the candy cane hot chocolate, please! And please, as long as we are not talking inside the kindergarten, call me Y/N. I mean, you've seen my underwear, I think you deserve to call me by my name."

Yoongi blushes, nodding and rushes towards the cashier to order your drinks. You smile at the man, then at the cats-they look somewhat similar-before you sit down next to Ara who is currently petting four cats on her lap.

"They're adorable," you coo, "Do you have any pets?"

Ara nods with a big smile and hands you one of the cats, a pretty one with orange fur and big eyes.

"I have a turtle! Gukkie gave it to me and Appa didn't like it first, but I love her!"

You enjoy the cat's purring as you gently stroke her chin. "A turtle sounds lovely, I hope you can show it to me one day."

"Oh, that won't be a problem, I can invite you for dinner and Appa will get shy and red in the face, but he wouldn't say no because he's super soft for-" "ALPACAS! I'm soft for alpacas, haha, here we go, three hot chocolates."

Yoongi appears with a pained expression as he places your hot chocolate right in front of you.

"Thanks, Yoongi," you smile at the man and Yoongi swears that his heart stopped beating for a second. "I'm soft for Alpacas as well."

Right after you all finished your drinks, Ara decides that it’s time to walk through the mall once more, just to make sure that Santa is still there and will take another picture with hot chocolate-filled Ara.

“Did you enjoy your date with Y/N, Appa?” She looks up at her father as you walk towards the mall. Yoongi trembles, blushing brightly. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a date, Ara. Don’t assume things like this, it’s rude,” he mumbles as he gently pets her head to make sure she isn’t hurt by his comment.

You giggle, whispering loud enough for Yoongi to hear. “I really liked it, Ara. Your Appa can be funny if he wants to.”

The picture with Santa comes out pretty, even though the man groaned as two grown adults decided to sit on each of his legs, the bright smiling Ara kneeling in front of them. But it’s really worth it, because Yoongi’s smile never leaves his lips this evening, gums showing beautifully on the picture and you quickly make sure to get a copy of that picture as well.

Yoongi’s eyes widen. “So was this a… you know?” It’s endearing, how shy he suddenly seems to be. You’ve never seen him like this. Stressed, overworked and happy - yes. Shy and blushing? Never.

You nod with a soft smile as you lay your hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’d like that to be a ‘you know what’, Yoongi.”

You can't even tell when the two of you officially started dating, but you'll never forget the first kiss you've shared during one of your walks-thanks to Ara for snapping a picture of it. Yoongi's hands wrapped around your waist, eyes clenched shut and lips curled in a soft smile as fresh snow fell down on you.

Seeing Yoongi at work wasn’t as weird as you had expected it to be, it’s quite the opposite. He’s attentive and lovely, bringing you fresh croissants or donuts every morning or puting little chocolate for you and Ara in his daughter’s lunchbox.

He’s caring, picking you up after your shift to invite you to dinners and walks through the forest with Ara, because that little girl just loves walking in the fresh snow that has started to fall recently. She takes pictures of your footprints with Yoongi’s phone and makes him promise to print it for her to hang up.

“Of course I can, Ara. You’re already wearing your sleeping clothes and you’ve brushed your teeth with Appa, so hurry up and pick out the book you want me to read!”

Ara grows closer and closer to you, until that one day where you stay over the Min’s house for dinner, she asks you to bring her to bed.

“Can she, Appa? I want her to read my favorite bedtime story to me! Please, Y/N,” Ara looks up at you with a pout, her beautiful eyes-that remind you of Yoongi-sparkling with admiration.

That girl really makes your heart melt, combined with the soft smile that Yoongi gives you. And suddenly, you feel like you’re meant to be here, helping that man that you’ve grown so close to, helping the girl that lost her mother way too early and maybe even helping yourself with accepting that love really comes unexpectedly.

You gently tuck the soft blanket over Ara and place her favorite stuffie next to her as you smile at the girl fondly. "Sleep well, Ara," you whisper quietly, trying not to wake her up.

"Kissies, please," she mumbles sleepily and makes grabby hands towards you.

"Ara, I-" "Please," she whines and opens her eyes, tears starting to build up.

"Okay, it's okay, Ara." You swipe her hair out of her face before you plant a soft little kiss onto the girl's forehead. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Y/N. Will you be there tomorrow morning?"

Your smile fades, unsure if you really want to tell the little girl the truth.

"Probably not, I have to get ready for work. You know that I love to wear dresses on Thursdays and I didn't bring mine. But we will see each other in the kindergarten!"

"Okay," she whispers before she falls back into a quiet slumber.

Yoongi has cleaned the kitchen in the meantime and poured more wine for the both of you to enjoy in front of the fireplace.

"She really adores you," he says as you sit down next to him, sipping the rosé Yoongi bought just for you.

"And I adore her. She's an angel. Thank you for allowing me to spend so much time with her, Yoon."

Yoongi blushes again, shaking his head. The greyish blonde hair got messier as the evening passed. "No, Y/N. You're the first mother-figure Ara has, I have to thank you in both mine and Ara's name. I know that dating a single father is a lot, but you're accepting my family so well… I never thought I'd find another woman in my life again. Ever since my wife died, it was hard for me to even look at other women, let alone build up something like a relationship with them because I always felt bad. But that's what she would have wanted for me. To love again, to not waste my last handsome days," his lips curl into a smirk before he shakes again.

Then, his sharp eyes met yours and soften within seconds.

"I… I don't know if it's the right time, we've known each other for two years, we've been officially dating for only three weeks, but I think I won't change my mind about it-no I know that I won't change my mind. I love you, Y/N. And I know that Ara loves you too."

You gasp, lips beginning to tremble once your eyes meet Yoongi's. "Yoongi…," you whisper before you place your glass on the table and basically jump onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I wanted to be the one to tell you first. I love you so much, Yoongi. I've had this stupid crush on you ever since you saw me in that wet dress, ever since you've shown me your music. Ever since I've seen you being the wonderful father you are-and that's so sexy, you can't even imagine."

Yoongi smirks as his hands find their place on the curve of your ass. "Sexy, huh? Me, doing the laundry and cooking dinner? Or me walking Ara to kindergarten with the homemade lunch boxes? That turns you on?"

You laugh, hiding your face in his neck as you lean closer to press your lips against his ear.

"All of that-and the way that you love Ara with all your heart, that's maybe the sexiest thing about you."

The man groans as he grabs you even tighter. "I never thought that sweet talk would turn me on even more than dirty talk," he laughs shakily as he wiggles his hips slightly to get into a more comfortable position that won't suffocate his hardening erection.

You sigh, sit up and run your hands through his hair. "Isn't all of this too early? I always tell myself that I shouldn't fall so fast, but here I am, ready to go every step with you."

Yoongi nods before he presses a peck on your nose. "Same, but we have all the time on earth. Ara wants us to get married by tomorrow, but I'm sure she'll survive it if we decide to postpone it for a few weeks."

You giggle as you look over your shoulder to the fireplace. "Did someone ever suck you off in front of a fireplace? Isn't this the definition of Christmas?"

The man underneath you gasps in shock. "No, but… I mean, I… You don't… have to?"

Laughing, you slide out of his lap and onto the floor, thankful for the soft carpet. "I want to, bubs. I wouldn't do something either of us isn't comfortable with. I assume you're alright with it?"

"Of course, but… I guess nobody ever did it because they wanted to, but because they feel like they had to?"

You raise an eyebrow at him, obviously disappointed in his previous partners.

"It's as much fun and pleasure for me as it is for you, believe me, Yoon. Now lay back and enjoy, yeah?" You give him a calming smile as you open his pants carefully, then sliding them down his toned legs.

You press kisses all around his thighs to warm him up to the feeling, knowing that it has to be overwhelming to have some that close after all that time. Then, you gently remove his boxer shorts as well, leaving him bare and proud in front of you.

You groan as you start to stroke his cock, earning a low growl from Yoongi. "So beautiful," you whisper, then you take him into your mouth, getting a feeling for the weight on your tongue before you start bopping your head.

Yoongi tries to contain himself, knowing that Ara could wake up every second, but alone the sight in front of him could make him come with a scream.

Instead, he cups your cheek, feeling the bulge that he causes there. Another groan leaves his lips.

You look up at him, smirking-or trying to, with a mouth full of cock-and leading his hand into your hair, using it to push you down even more.

Yoongi's eyes lighten up. "Really?"

You almost laugh out, but you're doing your best to contain yourself and nod, placing your hands on his thighs to stop whenever you can't take it anymore. Yoongi is long and thicker than the average you've had before, but it's a challenge that's worth it.

He pushes you down slowly, enjoying the hot warmth of your mouth and then your throat as he pushes in-surprised that you didn't really gag around him.

Spit trickles down your chin as he moves faster, thrusting his hips to meet the movements of his hand and enjoying the gurgling sounds you make.

He comes far to quick for his own liking, shooting his load down your throat with a quiet groan. "Fuck."

You giggle as you swallow what he gives you, standing up to sit back on his lap to kiss him.

"You're welcome."

Then, before you can grab your wine again, he flips you around and goes on his knees in front of you. "My turn," he smirks, eyes shining dangerously behind his fringe.

"Yoongi, I-," you try to say, but he shushes you with a sloppy kiss.

"I know that I have to, but believe me: I love giving pleasure more than receiving it."

You pout, hands running through his soft hair.

"I didn't shave…," you whisper, a bit ashamed because you didn't come prepared, not thinking that this would be happening today.

The man in front of you raises an eyebrow.

"Do you think I am a 15 year old, pre puberty fuckboy that cares about shaved pussies? It's natural, love. Even if you can't believe it: I grow hair too, nobody is freshly shaved every day. I don't mind that, okay? Now, stop pouting and let me do my work, will you? Can you be a good girl and do that for me? All you've got to do is lean back, open your legs, throw them around my shoulders and let me devour you."

His shameless words turn you on, you can't even deny it-especially not when your panties are that damp. So, you naturally obey and help him to remove your pants.

"I told you, peach is your color," Yoongi groans in his deep Satoori as he looks at your clothed core. The peach colored lace has darkened from your arousal and the man can't help it but press his face against the material, licking one bold stripe over it.

Nobody has ever done that to you, rather pulled them off in a hurry because they thought that body fluids were disgusting, but Yoongi didn't seem to mind as he gently bites your folds through the lace.

"God," you moan in pleasure as Yoongi finally pulls your panties to the side and spits onto your pussy, making it even wetter.

You're a whimpering mess as soon as Yoongi's tongue is on you, flicking and playing with your clit, collecting your juices and spreading them all over your pussy. You've read about that before; men eating pussy like they're starving, but Yoongi is somewhat different.

He eats pussy like he wants you to always remind it, to make you obedient and never being able to enjoy anyone else doing that job.

He does it well-of course. His tongue is as fast as he's been spitting rhymes on his mixtape, and you're more than thankful for that.

He doesn't even get to use his fingers before your orgasm approaches you, strong waves of pleasure hitting you as Yoongi keeps on kissing and slowly licking you through your high.

Then, he grins at you. "Round two, here we go."

And this time, it's not only his tongue working wonders, but also his fingers stroking you on the inside until they found your spot.

You press your hands on your mouth to keep yourself from screaming out loud, hips bucking wildly as you come for a second time within less than ten minutes. And again, Yoongi guides you through it and softly caresses your stomach.

"Fuck, I love you," you pant as he comes back up and steals a kiss from you.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed properly," he whispers and takes a large sip from his wine.

You can only agree.

You've started to spend the nights at Yoongi's more often, bringing Ara to work with you and helping Yoongi with her and the household whenever you can. Your relationship blooms beautifully and Ara is the happiest little bean when you're around.

Obviously, you spent Christmas with Yoongi and Ara as well, buying little presents and enjoying the comfortable atmosphere with the family.

Yoongi gave you a spare key to his house, so you're always able to visit them, spending the nights there and soon enough, you moved in.

❄❄❄❄

The Christmas after that, you surprised Ara with the adoption papers, telling her that now that she's in school and not one of your kindergarten kids anymore, she'll be able to finally call you Mommy (not that Ara minded before, you just felt weird and guilty about it).

And here you are now, preparing the huge breakfast for your third Christmas around, smiling at the ring that adorns your finger.

"Smells fabulous, Mama," Ara says as she runs towards you and falls into your arms.

"Do you want me to help you with dessert, Mrs Min?" Yoongi asks as he presses a kiss onto your cheeks. You lean into his touch, shaking your head. "It's almost done. You can go into the living room, I'll be there in a minute to open our presents, bubs."

Yoongi prepares the fireplace, lightens some candles with Ara and lets his daughter hand out the presents.

"I have one more for you, Yoon," you whisper as you hand him a small box.

"Oh? Can I open this first?" He tilts his head curiously, shaking the light box.

"Open!" Ara squeaks and sits down between her father and you. You nod with a fond smile as Yoongi lifts the top. Then, silence.

"Really?" He whispers with teary eyes.

"Yes, finally," you smile, "Ara, you'll become a big sister!"

Yoongi sniffs, hugging his family tight.

"And she'll be the best sister in the world. Merry Christmas, loves."

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Could I request Yandere Kalim, with Soulmate Au? So Kalim and Reader would be soulmates, and Kalim is yandere for them. I don't mind what kind of soulmate Au, though, it could be timers, names, shared injures.

Although please feel free to reject if you don't want to write this.

I'm going with names since I like that the most. It became longer than I intended. Around 2,6k words.

PS: Have your individuality in your relationships.

Italics indicate thoughts

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Kalim Al-Asim

Warning: Yandere behaviour, guilt-tripping, gaslighting (passive), unhealthy relationship

It all started when he saw the tattoo on their forearm. "That's me!" He yelled suddenly, staggering back. He then rolled up his sleeve, "Is this your name?" He asked with such excitement that made (Y/N) think he would cry if they said no.

Nevertheless, it was their name. "Yes."

They didn't think they would meet their soulmate in NRC. After the day they met, (Y/N) asked around what type of person Kalim was. Everyone mentioned how different he was from the rest of school, how supportive he was, how he was there for them when needed, the way he radiates positivity everywhere he went and always having a smile on his face. (Y/N) wasn't going to lie. At first, they thought Kalim was faking it since they had seen similar people turning out to be evil in shows and movies they watched and the books they read. However, their opinion of him turned positive after hanging out together and getting to know each other. He was one of the best people they had ever met, had the brightest smile they had ever seen. No one would be able to resist him once he smiled and looked with those bright eyes. (Y/N) was one of them. Kalim had fun ideas but they had responsibilities to take care of, they couldn't spend their entire time with Kalim. But how could they reject Kalim's idea when he looked so heartbroken after saying they were busy? They couldn't. They got into trouble with the academy for not doing or doing sloppy homework and their friends for not spending time together.

Kalim might be their soulmate but that didn't mean they couldn't spend time apart. (Y/N) promised themselves that they would say no to Kalim the next time he asked to hang out together. They were soulmates who would marry one day. If they didn't set the boundaries now, they wouldn't be able to do it in the future. And they certainly didn't want their future life to turn up like that.

Unsurprisingly, Kalim showed up. "(Y/N)!" He kissed their cheek which was another thing they needed to talk about. "How've you been doing? Let's go carpet ride!" He didn't even wait for their response as he grabbed their sleeve and started pulling.

But no more. They were going to take a stand. "Kalim, stop." He didn't seem to hear them and kept pulling but (Y/N) planted themselves like a tree, unmoving. "Kalim, stop." He didn't even look at them. "Kalim!" That got his attention. "We need to talk. Now."

"We can talk on the carpet! C'mon!" He was ever excited but his smile faltered when they didn't cave in. "Are you upset with me?" He asked, giving them puppy dog eyes.

(Y/N) was glad that he at least understood they were upset. "Yes." his smile turned upside down, it was horrible to see him sad. "No!" He smiled once again. "I mean... ugh! I just..."

"I'm glad you aren't upset with me. Let's go!"

He must have understood that they were conflicted then why was he trying to dismiss it? It was frustrating him. "No! Fuck! I'm so done! I'm trying to have a conversation with you and you just ignore it! Do I not mean anything to you? Do -"

"You mean everything to me!"

"You did it again! You don't even let me finish!" (Y/N) couldn't stop anymore. It was now or never. "You don't care what I want as long as you get to do whatever you want! I hate it! You are suffocating me!" They pinched the bridge of their nose. "Just because we are soulmates doesn't mean we will be together 24/7. Give me a fucking break!" It felt good to spill everything out but they didn't realize the volume of their voice increase nor the people around staring at them. Damn it! Don't people have better things to do? "Can we talk somewhere private and just... uhm... fix the issue?"

Kalim looked like he was about to cry and he might have shed a tear or two, given that he seemed to wipe his eyes. Thankfully, he agreed and they went to his room for privacy. (Y/N) thought they messed up once and wanted to have a calmer discussion with him. They weren't able to sit, nervous about how he would react once he heard everything they wanted to say since just a small outburst made him teary eyes. "I shou-"

"I'm sor-"

They both spoke at the same time. "I need to tell th-"

"I'm sorry for making you feel as if I don't care for you." Kalim walked over (Y/N) and hugged them. "I promise to be a better boyfriend to you!" He kissed their cheek before letting them go. "Let's play- I mean... Do you want to play Mancala? Jamil would bring us snacks and it would be fun!" He acted as if he wasn't on the verge of crying a second ago and dismissed the issue once more but at least he apologized, that was progress.

Still...

"Kalim," They took his hands and led him to sit on his bed. "Thank you for apologizing but we didn't resolve anything. You dismissed what I feel again." They liked him, he was a good man but he just needed to listen to them. They believed he could change. "I love spending time with you but I have a personal life too. I couldn't do my homework properly for the last couple of weeks and I couldn't hang out with my friends. I need time for them too. And sometimes, I am too tired or I'm not interested in what you want to do. It is hard to say no to you when you look at me with those eyes. Please understand my wish to set personal boundaries." They didn't want to bring up guilt-tripping yet since they thought he would get better after this speech.

Kalim seemed to listen to what they said attentively. They hoped he wouldn't make a fuss about it. They felt better when he nodded. "I see." He pulled them into a hug. "I promise I'll be better for you, (Y/N)."

"Glad that we resolved it. Again, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier." They hugged him back. "I now have to go and do my homework. See you later!" They untangled themselves from Kalim and headed out to their room.

The next day, Kalim showed up to ask them about another adventure he planned. He managed to convince them to join when he said he would be all alone if they didn't come with him. "I know I am sometimes clumsy, I hope I won't lose my balance and fall. Jamil would be with me normally but he has basketball practice for hours."

(Y/N) didn't want to go hiking with Kalim but if he hurt himself, they would be responsible in a way. They certainly didn't want Kalim to be hurt nor to be guilty of him getting hurt so he agreed to go with him. The following day Kalim came up with a new adventure. "I'd get lost in the woods without you. Jamil and I are both grew up in a desert country. He wouldn't be able to find us a way to return even if he tries. Please come with me to explore the woods so I can return safely with you." (Y/N) agreed to this too, not wanting to cause their soulmate to be lost in the woods.

On the adjacent days, Kalim came up with an idea and told them if they could come with him so that he wouldn't be harmed. They didn't want to feel any guilt if he were to injured so they joined all of them. On the last day, they said no.

Kalim gave them space after that day. (Y/N) thought he learned his lesson. Everything was fine in their life. They were even planning to ask Kalim on a date since they didn't talk for days.

"I've heard that (Y/N) tried to carve out their tattoo because they couldn't stand Kalim."

"I heard they tried to change the tattoo so they would have a different soulmate than Kalim."

"Is that even possible?"

"I don't know but I know that they tried. Haven’t you seen how (Y/N) made Kalim cry two weeks ago? They must despise him."

“How could a person despise Kalim? He is friends with everyone and there is no one who would say a bad thing about him.”

The fuck? (Y/N) was sure that they heard his and Kalim's name in their conversation. They certainly didn't do anything like that. As they passed the group, they received glares from everyone in the group. They wanted to tell Kalim what they heard and how idiotic it was but they couldn't reach him either by phone or by going over to Scarabia. Since they didn't get a chance to talk to Kalim, they went back to their room.

They managed to find Kalim the next day and talk briefly about what they heard. "I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding, (Y/N). I know you wouldn't do something like that." He smiled, making them feel better. They hanged out casually for the next few days then Kalim spontaneously invited them to a carpet ride.

"I'm sorry, I promised my friends that we would binge-watch this new tv show that came out."

"It's okay." They were glad to hear Kalim's positive response. He really is working himself to be a better boyfriend.

The next morning at breakfast, their mood turned sour.

"Did you know that the reason (Y/N) pushes Kalim away is that they are having an affair with someone?"

"No one would cheat on their soulmate once they learn they are soulmates. That's just nasty."

(Y/N) left without eating breakfast so they wouldn't hear any of those stupid people. They needed fresh air to distract themselves from what they heard but it only made things worse.

"My friend told me. He saw (Y/N) flirt with a guy from Scarabia right after they sent Kalim away." A guy from Heartslabyul said a student from Octavinelle and Pomefiore.

"I bet that's the person they are cheating with and they must be using Kalim's money to do whatever they want." added the Pomefiore student.

"So (Y/N) is acting the perfect soulmate for Kalim for his money and use his money to fuck around with another guy. I thought soulmates wouldn't be able to be with someone else other than each other." Heartslabyul student said

"You can break the bond but you need to do an unspeakable thing first." Octavinelle one told the group.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Doesn't matter. This means (Y/N) did something unspeakable. I feel sorry for Scarabia prefect."

(Y/N) didn't want to hear their talk anymore as they rushed to Kalim's side. Unfortunately, he was sick and didn't have the energy to talk to them as Jamil informed them.

The next day the rumors got worse. "Kalim is terminally sick because (Y/N) tried to break their bond." "They are trying to kill him." So forth.

The rumors around (Y/N) grew larger and larger. At first, their friends defended them whereas Kalim was nowhere to be seen. But their friends abandoned them too. "We believe, you didn't do anything but the others don't and they don't talk to or look at us since we are friends with you. Forgive us but we don't want to spend our student lives as ostracized."

They were all alone. No one spoke to them. They just talked about them but never to them. They couldn't take it anymore.

(Y/N) didn't have any other choice. They had only one place to go. They thought all of these rumors would die if people saw they were with Kalim and if he said there was no problem between them. So they went to Kalim. They didn't say they came to him because of rumors but they thought he knew it deep down. He didn't care what people were saying about them as he hugged them tightly. "You should move to Scarabia. Even my room!" He said, eyed closed with a huge smile on his face. "No one would say anything about you then." They were soulmates and have been dating for months so staying in the same room wasn't outrageous for them. They accepted his proposal. He immediately asked Jamil to help them with their stuff. After placing their basic stuff in Kalim's room, he asked if they wanted to walk to clear their head which (Y/N) accepted dearly.

"At least, people won't talk about how you beat me and gave me bruises anymore!" Kalim said with a cheery attitude.

Huh? Nobody was talking about that in the school.

"Or how you sneaked into treasury room to get yourself some diamonds!" He added another rumor that didn't exist.

There was something in the way he said those that were giving goosebumps to them. (Y/N)'s mind was trying to understand why they felt on edge suddenly. It was better to confront the issue now. "Uhm... those weren't among the rumors. Whe-"

"Oh, they weren't?" Kalim looked surprised. "I thought I vented about it. Hmmm... never mind then! Let's go and ride flying carpet."

Did he say 'vented?'

"Sorry, Kalim. You said vented. What do you mean by it?" (Y/N)'s instinct was telling them to run from great danger but Scarabia was a safe place. It must be their mind playing tricks on them.

"Since we weren't together, I was feeling upset. My friends just asked me why I was upset and I told them everything. It's good to be friends with the majority of the school since I had so many friends who listened to what I said. They are such good people, listening to my worries attentively and comforting me." He stopped in front of them, looked them right in the eyes. "They say talking fixes every problem. And look! Talking made you come back to me."

Talking solves everything but it wasn't him talking that made me succumb to his wish. It was those nasty rumors. Surely he knows... Oh. Oh! That is just ridiculous, he wouldn't do something like that to me. He loves me too much for it. Still... (Y/N) wanted to believe that what they were thinking was just their mind was making that up. "Kalim, you know that the rumors caused me great problems."

He cut them off again. "Don't worry. I won't talk about your thievery and the bruises you gave me. Since you are back in my arms, there is no need for me to talk about you to my friends anymore."

"I didn't steal anything or even hurt an inch of you. Why would you talk about something that doesn't exist?"

"Those rumors won't exist as long as you are with me. Since you will never ever leave me again, you won't need to work your mind about it." Kalim told them with a bright smile on his face. "Now let me show you a whole new world!" He grabbed their hand and tugged their sleeve. "Unless you want to leave me by myself. It would be a shame if your reputation plummets down more."

(Y/N) was too shocked to answer so they just nodded.

"Great! Let's go!" Their mind was numb as Kalim dragged them after him.

Kalim looked like the sweetest person one could ever meet. They didn't think he would ever do something so nasty.

Is this the man whom I'll spend the rest of the days with? What did I do to deserve such fate?

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Can u write a one shot where jolex's toddler gets bitten by a poisonous spider and they react quickly to help her and has alex calming jo down as she starts freaking out

WARNING: THIS IS SO BAD! Okay, you asked for spiders. That meant doing research. So I looked up poisonous spiders and I saw pictures of spiders. So dear anon, you get a sting instead, because spiders are terrifying to look at and I couldn't glance at it without feeling like they were crawling all over me ;) enjoy! this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written, yikes.

(another installment of the “payton loves evan peters too much series”)

float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Jo Karev rested in the chair that sat on the back porch of her house, overlooking the backyard where she watched her three year old son run around with the family dog Muffin. The now full grown Golden Retriever chased after the slobbery green tennis ball the little boy had thrown into the bushes with a great deal of clumsiness, nearly tripping over his own four paws on the way. Jo lets a small laugh escape her lips, picking her glass of lemonade up from the table beside her and taking a leisurely sip, savoring the cool taste it still held since the ice cubes had yet to melt completely.

It was an unusually warm day in Seattle, temperatures reaching eighty-eight degrees despite the fact that it was only spring break, not even summer yet. The sky was clear of any clouds and the light blue proved to be comforting while she sat outside. School had been out for a few days now, so she had heard the neighborhood kids playing around in their yards, a large difference from the usually close to silent street. Only her and one other family on the block had a child that wasn’t in school yet, so the outside noise levels had steadily increased since the rest of the kids joined in on the early morning activities. More than once she had heard a couple of pre-teens race down the streets on their skateboards. Not that she minded, she loved seeing all the kids enjoy themselves, and she loved it even more for her son. Growing up she never had a life like this. It was refreshing to know that her baby boy wouldn’t grow up the same ways she and Alex had.

A large grin paints her lips as she watches her son try to hug Muffin, since he had quickly gotten bored with playing fetch. Not to mention, the little boy always hated how wet the ball got after it had been in the dog’s mouth. Jo couldn’t blame him, she felt the same way. Alex teased them both relentlessly for it, frequently making sure to toss the slobbery ball in their direction, just so that they would need to be the ones to tear it out of the golden’s mouth.

A small kiss on the top of her head tears her gaze away from the scene in front of her, looking up to meet her husband’s eyes. He, like her, was still dressed in pajamas, despite it already almost being eleven am. They both had gotten the day off and were relishing in the free time they got to spend by themselves and with their son.

“Kyle, careful.” Jo chastises the boy as the little Karev almost falls face first into a patch of flowers. She sees Alex sit beside her on another chair out of the corner of her eye, his brown hair messy and out of place falling into his eyes, a cup of coffee clutched in his right hand. He had gotten up the same time she did that day, eight thirty on the dot, also known as the time their son came bouncing into their room, jumping up and down on them until they finally gave in and didn't try to go back to sleep. Alex had a long night, not getting home until close to three am, only to wake up a few hours later with a bunch of paperwork he needed to do. She had a feeling he had fallen asleep halfway through, since he looked like he had just gotten out of bed.

“Morning” he greets her, taking a sip of his drink, watching her from the side as he does so. His wife was beautiful every single time he looked at her, but something about seeing her make-up free, hair pulled up into a messy bun, and oversized clothes was when he always thought she looked her best. Then, he could see the light freckles she had sprinkled on her nose, something he had found annoyingly cute the first time he first saw them (he teased her about them way too often for her own liking).

Jo hums in response, reaching for his hand and quickly entangling their fingers. A quiet peace settled around them, the only sounds in the air were Kyle’s laughter and faint voices of kids down the street. She closes her eyes and leans back into her seat, feeling the warm sun hit her face, causing a small smile to appear from the heat. Moments like these were rare, no matter how much they both tried to make them happen. They were both constantly getting called into cases, Jo even more so since she had switched to OB and now not only delivered babies, but preformed fetal surgery on them as well. Spending time with their son together was tough, since they worked late nights and had complete opposite schedules some days, so they grasped onto days like these and held them close.

Ask either one of them, the scene in front of them was almost comical. If someone were to tell Alex Karev ten years ago that he would be married to the love of his life and have a three year old son he would’ve thought they were crazy. The same goes for Jo. When she was just an intern she was fearful for her life, her identity, knowing that at any second Paul could find her. The wide-eyed twenty-six year old would’ve never expected she would’ve gotten to such a happy place in her life.

It was essentially a perfect day. The sun was out and Kyle was enjoying himself with Muffin, both Jo and Alex had time to relax and not stress about upcoming surgeries or patients back at the hospital. But of course, their perfect bubble popped when they heard a wail come from the corner of the yard, where their son was clutching his upper arm, face red and puffy as tears streamed down it.

The two sprang into action immediately not only their parent side, but the doctor side coming out in a split second, jumping out of their chairs and dashing across the lawn, a hundred of different scenarios running through their heads by the second.

Did he break his arm?

Trip and fall?

Get a deep scratch from a bush?

Hit his head?

Twist his ankle?

Run into something?

Jo gets to him first, pulling the little shaggy brown haired boy into her arms and wiping away his tears, his pink lips trembling as he tries to put on a brave face. He was always a show off around his mom, ever since he was born, constantly trying to earn her praise and make her laugh until she had tears coming out of her eyes. (It surprisingly wasn’t that hard of a task, Kyle was quite the comedian, as it turns out.)

“What happened baby?” Jo coos, sad hazel eyes looking to Alex, who was trying to peel the boy’s tiny hand away from his arm.

“A w-wasp.” Kyle buries his head into the crook of Jo’s neck, a few stray tears making its way down his face and onto the collar of her ratty old t-shirt that was actually her husband’s. She sees Alex let out an audible sigh of relief alongside a small chuckle, but Jo just sends him a glare. Harsh? Yes. But her baby boy was hurting, which was no laughing matter in her book. She didn’t care if Kyle had a papercut or had broken his leg, she would react the same way.

Alex uses the end of his shirt to remove the stinger from Kyle’s arm, making sure to pick it up and toss it to where the three year old wouldn’t be able to step in it. “I’ll go get some ice.” he murmurs, ruffling the little brunette’s hair before jogging back to the house, returning a few minutes later with a bag of ice wrapped in a layer of a thin paper towel.

“Here you go buddy,” he places the ice pack on the slightly swollen red area, seeing his son wince slightly at the cold.

Jo rocks him back and forth in her lap, placing tiny kisses on the top of his head, listening to his quiet sniffles. Her strong boy, never wanting anybody to know that he was hurting. Granted, it was just a wasp sting, but Kyle had gotten barely any injuries except for a scrape on the knee here and there from running around. For only three years old, he was surprisingly agile, differing greatly from his parents, since Alex practically tripped on anything in his path and Jo was prone to stubbing her toe at least once a day. (Her record was five just at the hospital; one gurney, a nurse’s counter, a doorway, a couch, and a table in the attendings lounge. She had lost count once she got home.)

Jo feels uneasy, protective mommy instincts kicking in and flow through her like a rapid river. “Should we take him to the hospital?” she runs a hand through the boy’s hair, untying any little knots that had formed from his mini adventures.

Alex snorts, chuckling to himself. Real funny Jo.

He feels a pair of eyes on him, looking up tentatively to meet his wife’s narrowed slits, glaring at him harshly. He raises his eyebrows, “You’re joking right?”

That only seems to set Jo off, as she opens her mouth in offense. He knows he’s about to get a lecture.

“Are you joking?” She questions, her tone borderline terrifying as she sends daggers to her husband.

Alex sighs, running a hand down his face. “Jo, it’s a bee sting.” he puts his hands behind him, leaning back onto his palms, ignoring the grass was still partially wet, despite the fact that the sprinklers hadn’t been on for over an hour and a half now. (Their grass seemed to not have the ability to absorb water, which might actually be because of the soil and not the actual grass itself, but who knows.)

“And how do we know he’s not allergic!” the brunette argues back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, gaze never wavering from his.

“Jo, he’s not allergic.” he says exasperatedly. He knew for a fact that he and Jo could go at this for hours. More than once they’d been able to turn a thirty second argument into a two hour back and forth, switching the subjects more times than they could count, but somehow it always still came back to their original topic of discussion. He loved those fights, and he knew she did too. They thoroughly enjoyed getting to pick apart the other’s brain in something other than a new surgical procedure, suture technique, or way to get Kyle’s clothes to not look like they had been thrown in a pile of mud by the end of the day. All couple’s had their thing, and theirs was bickering like they had been married for sixty years.

But as much as he loved those fights, he didn’t want another one of those right now. All he wanted to do that day was spend his free day off with the two most important people in his life without a care in the world. Of course, part of that had already gone down the drain, since his son had a swelling red spot on his arm and his wife was pissed at him.

The woman glares at him, “You don’t know that”.

Alex sighs, “Jo.” he deadpans. “Is he wheezing or having trouble swallowing?”

Jo looks away, avoiding eye contact as she purses her lips. “No.”

“Is there swelling on his face, throat, or tongue?” He hears Jo’s voice get quieter, still making sure not to look at him.

“No.”

“Is he experiencing dizziness, hives, a rapid p-”

She cuts him off, throwing her hands up and sighing in defeat, “Fine! He’s not allergic.” she mumbles, causing Kyle to look up at his mom, nerves etched onto his face.

“Mommy why are you yelling?” he questions, placing his small palm on her cheek. Jo takes his hand and pretends to eat it, making the little boy shriek with glee as he squirms in her lap like a wiggly worm.

“Daddy was just being a big butthead because Mommy was worried about you. Weren’t you being a big butthead Daddy?” Jo smirks at him, more than glad to have her son on her side. Kyle was a momma’s boy since birth, and it didn’t seem like he had plans on changing anytime soon. Thank god, because she didn’t know what she would do when Kyle stopped coming to her for nightly cuddles. She supposed she had a few more years until that happened though, much to her relief.

Alex playfully narrows his eyes at her, taking Kyle from her hold and standing up with him latched onto his hip. “Yep, I was a big butthead. Don’t say that word though bud, it’s not nice.”

The boy grins, his smile toothy and crooked. “Then don’t be a butthead.” he says matter-of-factly, wrapping his arms around his dad’s neck as the three make their way inside the house, Muffin trailing not far behind, wet paws making small spots on the wood.

Alex laughs, giving Kyle a pat on the back. “I won’t be a butthead buddy. I won’t be a butthead.” He gives Jo a smile, taking in the way her eyes light up at the sight of her two favorite boys joking and playing around with each other.

Alex leans closer to Jo, whispering so Kyle couldn’t hear them. “I’m the peds surgeon Jo, which means I'm always right.” he smirks triumphantly.

The brunette’s mouth opens wide, partially scandalized. She slaps him on the arm, the grin never leaving her face as they enter the kitchen through the backdoor. “Asshole!”

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friiday-thirteenth · 3 years

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right right right c a m p

ok. ok so it was very long and I'm unbelievably tired but also my head says write it down so uh

day one- five hour bus ride. it was fun, bc the person I was sitting beside slept the whole time and I got to joke around with the guys, who were surprisingly chill. they only brought up p*rn once, which is like.... good for them all things considered lmao

then we had the tramp in. the campsite where we were staying at the first night was the farthest from base, and one group biked in while the other tramped.

my groups tramp took s i x h o u r s. no other groups went over five. we had to keep stopping bc a) one kid was feeling sick, b) one kid rolled her ankle and c) we weren't allowed to sprint off into the Bush and potentially die without an instructor with us.

so there were like, four of us who were constantly at the front, and they were: me, my crush, my crushes best friend, bitch-who-bullied-me.

twas interesting.

we got the campsite in the dark, after a river crossing in which my socks got soaked, as did my shoes, and the tents and food were already sorted for us so that was great. food was shit, though. mince that was half brown water and cold pasta.kept us going, though, and as became my motto throughout camp, food is food.

that night was the only time I cried. kinda sad, tbh, but it was bc on the 'girls' side (as we all know that if the boys and girls tents were together, absolutely everyone would just be going at it, of course (jfc they have a low opinion of year tens (we sorta deserve it though, stuff happened with last years year tens...))) everyone else was paired up and even the people in three person tents didnt want me in there 🥰🥰🥰🥰 really felt the love there, guys.... jokes on them I slept by myself each night and was ready within five minutes each morning. actually really glad they showed how much they didnt care abt me bc it was really nice being alone in the wilderness, and that's not sarcasm.

anyway. day two.

woke up, was ready within ten minutes bc I woke with the leaders, who wake ten minutes before we're meant to and get themselves and breakfast ready before we're up. (I'm really fast at waking up, but take ages to go to sleep. like, everyone has to stfu before my body's able to start shutting down, and as soon as there's people moving around I'm up like a shot.)

anyway. I had eaten breakfast and was washing up before anyone else came out. next kid out was my crush, and we bitched about people taking forever for a while, which was fun.

then we waited for ages for everyone else to get sorted out, blah blah blah, and we had the bike ride back. 11.5 kilometers, I think,mostly downhill for us.

it was fun! I'm not a brilliant biker, but I kept near the middle-front of the group, and i just. let go of the brakes going downhill. and these hills were bloody steep and gravelly, plus the dips and river crossings.

I didnt fall off the bike, but one kid did lmao. there was this sharp turn before a metal gate, and He saw the gate and started pulling kn the brakes, but he hit the front brakes and just. flipped. the bike crashed into me and he went to the ground.

it was funny in the afterwards, but the kid got rather grazed lmao. he's not dead though, so that's good.

we were at the campsite that was, in my opinion, the coldest that night. also I slept in a three person instead of a two person, and by myself that meant more body heat was going into the tent. brrr. but we also did the nightline activity(hold onto a rope and follow it through the dark forest while blindfolded and with a helmet on. highly recommend it. go do it with friends u trust lmao)

I was behind this slow kid and he tripped at one point so I just. went ahead of him. then I spent around half an hour walking through the dark by myself (I walked into five trees. each time I took a step back, glared at it through the blindfold fifty five seconds and then continued around it with a muttered bitch. I'm nothing if not dramatic.) before I crashed into my crush hehe. it was near the end and we just got to the end at the same time, where two others already were. it was chill, we talked for a while. bullied people who were going through it by whacking trees they were near with sticks and shaking the line as they tried to use it. (we were allowed to, dw)

the next day, we went canyoning and holy frick frack fuckedy fuck fuck, that was c o l d. freezing. I jumped into the water and nearly died (exaggerated) but my crush jumped through a fricken waterfall and couldnt feel his hands or feet for ten minutes. another kid was walking funny bc he'd waited in the water for five minutes, and this shit was cold enough that we were wearing wet suits and thermals.

once we were dry and dressed (we got to have showers. h e a v e n (I only took 10 seconds bc like, why tf would you need a longer one? people took fifteen minutes, like wtf)) we went rock climbing! which was brilliant, honestly. I liked the belaying more (I've got this thing where I prefer people trust me than me trusting them, hmmm I wonder why) but also climbed the hardest one! it was really fun, and I only fell like fourteen time at one point (lmao,the rope caught me each time but I looked like a fuvking idiot hehe)

then we slept at a campsite which had a fire kn the beach!! if was so much fun. we also did a solo, which involved us sitting in the wild for twenty minutes and reflecting upon camp. I lay on the ground and stared at the moon. it was lovely and peaceful, until two kids started talking.

side note, guys voices are lovely and deep and rumbly and very nice (in general) but girls are generally higher pitched and ugh, it can be v e r y bloody annoying when ur trying to contemplate life.

possums visited camp that night. woke up in the middle of it to a possum crashing into the side if my tent, and I just. stopped breathing for a minute while I listened to it. a possum growling sounds terrifying. look it up!

also heard cows that night. cows are good.

day four, we abseiled. holy s h i t, it was fun. just... sitting there and watching the river and and rock and dangling in midair.... god, I loved it.

then we went to the high ropes course. this was b r i l l i a n t. we'd done low ropes st some point, but high ropes involved more belaying, which involved, and then at one point, we did a thing called the leap of faith, which was around eight meters high and you climbed to the top of this cylinder of wood before jumping for a trapeze. I knew I wouldn't get it, so I jumped on two when they counted down for me, and I missed lmao. but it was bloody brilliant.

then we had to do a whole shitton of cleanup,which they don't normally get groups to do, but we were s p e c i a l (as in our school gets to clean things we dont even use, sigh) before camping one last night. I had go share with someone, it was gell, packed up at least four tents in the morning bc I was very good at that for some reason,before we hot back to camp and went to the bus and oh, that was brilliant.

I finished my book, chatted with the guys, chatted with my crush for .5 of a second, had that thkng happen where people see you talking to a guy and are like ooOOooohhHHHHHhhh they're dAtiNG bc we're all stupid year tens and it was fucking hilarious (I've never dated anyone, so peopke bloody obsess over pairing me up with someone and I'm just like??? fuckers I'ma child how abt no (sidenote there was a couple on camp and they were cute but uh. year ten relationships dont really last, according to my year 13 camp leader (she was chill af, and basically showed me a whole new perspective on being friends with guys and so in conclusion she's bloody brilliant))) anyway they came up with a ship name for me and the guy and I nearly pissed myself laughing bc its best to laugh along with it and it was really funny tbh

anyway. we also for some reason talked abt sex and porn a lot and it was weird but also kinda chill bc most of the boys are relatively respectful of the girls,in the sense that we all make dirty jokes to each other but don't cross the line, so it was pretty funny and chill. also guys apparently never stop making dick jokes and that type of shit and it was kinda funny tbh

then we got home, grabbed our shit, and legged it away from there.

now I'm gonna rant abt my crush hehe

he was like, oh who's this? when we were walking to dinner in the dark one night (I was in front of him and his friend and he couldn't see my face) and then fucking knew who I was from the way that I walked like mate, why tf do you know how i walk and how to describe it, hmm?

I flipped him off after he said that though it was fucking funny

also!! he just. stared at my eyes and was like, are your eyes different colors? and I was like yeah. and he just nodded slowly and we maintained eye contact for a while. twas weird.

we have staring contests a lot too?? like, he'll look at me or I'll look at him and then at one point he was like, you just stare at people and then tilt ur head, dont you! and I was like wtf dude,but also I kept eye contact bc its a Thing.

also on the bus ride home he just mimicked my facial expressions and it was really bloody funny and j broke out laughed and he smiled

yeah basically I'm hopelessly crushing on him bc he's smart and sarcastic but it never gonna happen so I just wanna be friends type thing. sigh.

ANYWAY. camp was kinda great, at some points it left me feeling like I was so bloody alone and also I felt really shitty mentally but I kept going and i really enjoyed it! yeah! also i nearly cried when i said goodbye to my instructors bc they were brilliant and I'm gonna miss them so bloody much, I'm sad I'll never see them again.

yeah.

#im hopeless ik #but it was chill #yeah #ask questions if youve got any!

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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👋🏻 Hello Anon! 👋🏻

*Headcanons for dating Dan Torrance! SFW*

(These were headcanons inspired by the very talented @darling-i-read-it )

A - Activities - (What kind of things do you do?)

Reading together. Cooking together. Traveling together.

B - Baby - (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Until you no! But you opened an entire future..anything became possible when he met you.

C- Cuddle - (How do they cuddle?) He loves holding you, whether you are curled up to his side, or you’d be between his legs and he just hold you while talking about your day or watching something on tv.

D - Dates - (What are dates with them like?) Since he had gotten to know you well before you started to “date” he’d plan something perfect. From the moment, he’d pick you and wisk you away. Perhaps depending on the weather, it would be a picnic under the stars by a lake or a cozy sweet and warm cafe

E - Everything - (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world) you are his sunshine

F - Feelings - (When did they know they were in love?) there were little moments, little things you would do. He’d see how you were with others and constantly melt with how sweet and compassionate you are!

G - Gentle - (Are they gentle? If so, how?) yes, there would be gentle kisses, hugs that would make you feel loved and safe at the same time.

H - Hands - (How do they like to hold hands?) he’d be shy and kind of reach out with a few fingers, but then once you took his, he’d love holding hands. Interlacing fingers kissing your knuckles..

I - Impression - (What was their first impression?) That you were so sweet. He almost thought you had a shine yourself. You just radiated so much warmth and kindness.

J - Jealousy - (Do they get jealous?) yes, alittle bit because he’d never feel worthy of you. After his past when he wasn’t sober he feels was such a bad guy that at any moment someone who was “much better” could just snatch you away.

K - Kiss - (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) He wouldn’t be able to resist giving you a kiss on the cheek one night, possibly after walking you home. You’d be surprised and want much more. He’d he passionate and very loving and tender...enough for you to crave more.

L - Love - (Who says ˜I love you™ first?) you would be you would feel it from him, his thoughts expressed it before he said it.

M - Memory - (What's their favourite memory together?) He was helping a bunch of kids get onto the train in Teeny Town, he happened to look over and watched as you looked over the expanse of Teeny Town, tucking a sweet strand of your hair behind your ear and he’d be so taken with you.

N - Nickel - (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) he’d spoil you with little random very thoughtful gifts...like you love lady bugs. While at the store, be saw a small little lady bug figurine...he’d get it for you.

O - Orange - (What colour reminds them of their other half?) a deep purple or maroon

P - Pet Names - (What pet names do they use?) sweetheart, sweetie, honey

Q - Quaint - (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) Some NASA memorabilia

R - Rainy Day - (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) He grab a blanket and curl up with you. Possibly watch the rain from the comfort of inside or read a book together, watch a movie or take a trip with you using his shine.

S - Sad - (How do they cheer themselves/others up?) He’d get on the road and go somewhere with you.

T - Talking - (What do they like to talk about?) It would take him ages, but when he finally felt safe he’d talk about his dad or the Overlook.

U - Unencumbered - (What helps them relax?) Now, that he doesn’t drink, he takes walks with you, take a long drive with you.

V - Vaunt - (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of ?) He’d show off to you how he create moments in your mind with his shine.

W - Wedding - (When, how, where do they propose?) It would be a simple small one in the autumn with the leaves at their height of changing. Only the closest friends would be present.

X - Xylophone - (What's their song?) Sober by Kelley Clarkson (for himself) Green Eyes by Coldplay for you.

Y - Yes - (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) Well, only because he met you. With you he saw a future.

Z - Zebra - (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) a golden retriever

PS NSFW will be up soon!

#dan torrance imagine #dan torrance headcanon #ewan mcgregor #doctor sleep

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macybeckham7 · 5 years

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Fluff Alphabet- Trent Alexander Arnold

A- Attractive {what do they find attractive about the other?}

He finds everything about you attractive, but especially your accent. He just loves your voice in general and just loves listening to you speak.

B- Baby{do they want a family? why/why not?}

You are both still young but he can definitely see himself spending the rest of his life with you and starting a family of his own.

C- Cuddle {how do they cuddle?}

He loves cuddling you! You head resting on his shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you.

D- Dates {what are dates with them like?}

You both loving finding new places in Liverpool, you guys are always in a swanky new bar drinking and dancing just enjoying each other's company.

E- Everything {you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world...)}

You are my sunshine. You are always the reason for him being in a good mood and a big goofy smile on his face.

F- Feelings {When did they know they were in love?}

It was after your third date and he invited you to a family dinner, seeing you get on with his parents and grandparents, as well as some of the younger members he loved how quickly you fitted in. Seeing you with his mum just made him realise how special you were and how he needed to keep you in his life.

G- Gentle {are they gentle? If so, how?}

He is quite boyish, always treating you like one of his brothers, play fighting, tickling you or putting you in a headlock. He tries to make sure that he doesn't hurt you but he is always up for a bit of roughhousing.

H- Hand {Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?}

You both usually hold onto eachothers fingers or link your little fingers together rather than fully holding hands out in public.

I- Impression { first impression/s}

When he first met you he instantly fell in love with your accent and loved how down to earth you were. When you first met him you thought how sweet and innocent he was.

J- Joker{ are they into pulling pranks?}

He loves pulling pranks and getting you involved to pull one over on his brothers or getting your ideas to pull some sort of pranks on Ox and Hendo while they are away.

K- Kisses{how do they kiss?}

He loves kissing you! It doesn't matter where you guys are or doing he is always kissing you. It doesn't matter he'd kiss any part of you and any given time.

L- Love { who says I love you first?}

You both were nervous saying it first if the other person wasn't feeling the same. But you said it first after a match and he was so happy and overwhelmed he just cried on your shoulder.

M- Memories {their favourite moment together?)

After the UCL final, you ran over to him and just engulfed him in a massive hug, you both just couldn't stop smiling at each other. The after party was just you both dancing on tables both completely out of it. The thing about it all is the photos of you guys on the pitch with the trophy. He loved being able to have his dream come true with you by his side.

N- Nickel {do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?}

He usually spoils you with football jerseys, every match he asks you whose jersey you want to add to your collection. He usually gets who ever you have asked for and has even got the player to write a little message for you! He just loves your reaction every time he returns home with your favourite players jersey.

O- Orange {what colour reminds them of their other half?}

Red. He loves it when you are at Anfield wearing his jersey singing as loudly as you can, screaming for him.

P- Pet Names {what pet names do they use?}

'Baba' or 'sweetheart'

Q- Quaint {what is their favourite non-modern thing?}

He always says there is nothing better than reading a book or a newspaper, he knows he could get them through his devices but he loves physically holding a book and turning pages.

R - Rainy Day {what do they like to do on a rainy day?}

When it's raining outside it's game day/night. You usually invite the family round or Hendo and some of the boys. You play UNO or snooker or even chess, let's just say the day/night gets pretty lively!

S- Sad {how do they cheer themselves/each other up}

Whenever he is under the weather he calls you, just hearing your voice and listen to how your day has gone, just makes him feel happier

T- Talking{what do they love to talk about?}

He loves talking about football and golf, but also his family and you. (Very generic but I don’t know much about the guy 😂)

U- Unencumbered {What helps them relax?}

Playing chess, it keeps his mind of things that he is worrying about. Or he loves putting on some music and just dancing around the house with you.

V- Vaunt {what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?}

Lately it's been his UCL medal, whoever comes round he just shows it off, never letting anyone touch it and if they do he is instantly polishing it again. You just watch him as he just talks about the night, knowing how much it means to him as a player and a fan of Liverpool.

W - Wedding {when, how, where do they propose?}

He'd propose to you while you are on your annual trip to LA, he'd do it while you are on a hike to the Hollywood sign, on your little break you are gulping down your water, you turn around and just see him kneeling down with a ring in his hand.

X- Xylophone {What's their song?}

The Beatles. When you first got together you were always playing the Beatles around him, you were always singing a song of theirs.

Y- You {the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)}

‘You’re the Kanye to my Kanye’ - because you are both quite obsessed with each other.

‘you’re my she to my naniagans’ - because you are both always up to something that you shouldn’t be.

Z- Zebra {if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?}

You get a British short haired cat which you both decide to call him ‘Gerard’ it was your idea but you were joking and you weren’t really expecting him to agree with you. But a year on you have a cat which goes by the name Steven Gerard.

#fluff alphabet #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold blurbs

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lewishamil10n · 4 years

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I L L U S I O N S

Day 1 – J2 cannot stop seeing Sam and Dean everywhere.

Warnings – Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Illness (not really!), Dimenson Hopping, Fluff, Happy/Hopeful Ending

Sam woke up screaming.

Raw, violent, vicious yelling. His throat was sore, and at that moment he wasn’t even sure that it was him shouting.

Screaming as if he was in pain, that everyone he ever cared about was dead, that he back in the cage, that Dean had died again for him. Pain when he left Dean for Stanford, when his dad wouldn’t spare him as much as a glance, when Castiel had become human. Only, none of that was really true.

Dean’s hand grabbed him, pushing away his brown locks away from his eyes, cradling his face and looking right into those attractive green eyes. He was saying something, obviously reassuring, but he couldn’t hear it.

And yet, that wasn’t Dean holding him, giving him comfort and forehead kisses.

He wasn’t Sam Winchester, he was Jared Padalecki. That was Jensen holding his face, not Dean…not his brother.

‘Another Sam Winchester moment?’ Jensen asked, because he’d also get dreams like those too. They’d gone to the doctor’s about it, but they couldn’t do anything about it, and it may be schizophrenia.

No way halluications like those we’re that realistic.

He nodded his head slowly. Supernatural had ended over a year ago, and people were already stirring up drama for a reboot in the next decade. Jared was supposed to be on the set of ‘Texas Walker,’ next month, and Jensen would be directing most of the episodes alongside him. But for some reason, Sam Winchester wouldn’t leave him alone. He would be appearing in the corner of his vision, reading a book alongside him, even talking to him sometimes.

He’s going insane at this point.

Jensen can’t even properly have sex with his husband. Making feather kisses on his neck, flicking a nipple to get a mewl, lightly tracing his fingers over twitching thighs. Then Dean would be on the motel bed next to him, aggressively pounding into his younger brother, pulling on his hair and leaving dark purple bruises all over possibly. It’s harsh, relentless, cruel, and yet, loving, tender, a beautiful reminder that the two of them are alive, together, made it through another day.

A week later, Sam looks shocked seeing him in the same room. He was clearly out of place, and looked absolutely terrible. Somewhere in the beginning of season 14 then, when he was restlessly searching for his brother and trying to find a way to get Michael out of him. But his eyes are looking past Jared. He’s looking at Jensen, and Jensen is staring right back at him.

‘Your not Dean, are you?’ Sam’s voice is breaking apart, the bag on his shoulder falls to the floor and paper scatters everywhere, into their plane of existence. The two of them aren’t in the kitchen, in Jared seated on the small island while Jensen makes the two of them breakfast.

Jared’s sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the Men of Letters library, and Jensen yelps as he drops the angel blade onto the floor. There both wearing plaid and leather jackets, and heck, it feels like the two of them are back on the set. Maybe Misha or Alex with appear at any moment and give a explantion as to what the actual fuck is going on.

‘Uh, no. I’m not Dean.’ Jensen says, and Sam gives a sad smile in his direction. His eyes trail over to Jared, and he flinches underneath his gaze.

‘If your a shapeshifter, you two have a lot of nerves showing up here. Dressing up as me is one thing – but as my brother?’ He crackles, draws out the demon blade from the back of his waistband. ‘You clearly had the intent to kill him, seeing that you had the angel blade. I don’t even know how you we’re able to obtain that from Cas without him noticing. Sorry to break it to you buddy, but normal weaponry don’t exactly work on archangels.’

Sam lurches towards Jared, and Jared tries moving out of the way and trips over the chair leg. The air is knocked out of him for a moment and sees a blade hovering above his head, eyes widening and rolling to the side. Snatches the chair and holds it above him for protection, propped up on one elbow, and jerks his head back quickly as the blade goes right through the seat.

‘Sam! You need to calm down!’ Jared turns and staggers towards the bookshelf, holding up a large dictionary in front of him, Sam’s eyes dark with the intention to kill. ‘It’s us! Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!’

That makes Sam freeze in place. ‘How are you–’

His body [alternate universe clone?] falls to the floor with a thud, and Jensen is across the room from him, arm still stuck in a throwing position, clearly surprised that he hit Sam Winchester and knocked the hunter out with a book.

‘Really?’ Jared gives him the bitchface. Jensen throws his hands up in the air, grinning proudly.

‘He was going to kill you!’

‘Was. As in past tense, Ackles! What if you killed him by accident?’ The body on the floor groans in pain. Nevermind, he isn’t dead. ‘We should probably tie him up. Before he goes on another rampage.’

‘I’ll go find the duck tape.’

🌻

Sam woke up, the back of his head in throbbing pain. He tried to reach for the back of his head, eyes opening wide as he realised his wrist and ankles were tied down to the chair. It would only take a few shakes to get it off, it wasn’t that tight.

Something cold touched the back of his skull and he flinched. ‘Hold still, Sam.’

Dean – no, not Dean – not a shapeshifter either – Jensen walked in front of him, placing an arm on his shoulder and stooping down. ‘You okay? I hit you a bit hard, sorry ‘bout that.’

‘Yeah. Mind, uh–’ He made jazz hands as emphasis and Jensen smiled sheepishly.

‘Oh right. Sorry about that too. I didn’t exactly want you killing your alternate universe counterpart.’ Jensen made quick work of the duct tape, and leaned out of Jared’s touch, passing him a smile as appreciation.

‘Are you guys hungry? I’ve got leftovers from yesterday night.’

‘Sure – I mean, who knows how long we’ll be stuck here, right? Might as well see if the food here tastes any different than the one back home.’ Jared shrugged, and Jensen rolled his eyes at his husband. ‘What? It could taste different!’

Sam handed them leftovers from yesterday night, eating in silence. The three of them sat there uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

‘So….’ Jensen started off. ‘Do you fuck Dean?’

Sam and Jared choked on their drinks. ‘Oh, look, you two are practically twins.’

‘Jensen! You can’t exactly ask him a question like that!’ His husband looked horrified, and Jensen gave him a look. ‘Not every universe is Wincest!’

‘No, no it’s okay. I uh, in this universe, we do.’ The hunter rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

‘Look what you did. You made me embarrassed.’ Jared sighed.

‘Me? He’s technically you!’

‘You shouldn’t have asked him that question in the first place! It’s private because their brothers!’

‘We’re not exactly out either and we’re not brothers!’ Sam watched as the alternate universe couple quarrel with each other, and he smiled. It reminded him of how he and Dean would argue. And he broke down crying, startling J2.

‘Sam!’ The two of them jumped out of their seats, placing a hand on both sides of his back, looking at him with concern. ‘What happened?’

‘I’m – I guess I kinda feel tired sometimes? Someone is always trying to take Dean away from me, and I’ve gotten so sick of it. I just want him safe. Both of you know that. You’ve reenacted our lives. I can’t live without him. You two know I would do anything for him. And there are so many possibilities where I couldn’t save him from the monsters out there. Where I couldn’t save him from himself. And I could lose him again, to Michael from a different dimension for God’s sake. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the good days, where we we’re more concerned about killing demons and wondering if they were actually good than planning out ways to kill archangels from different dimensions.’

‘Hey, it’ll be okay. Trust us on that. Trust me on that.’ Jared smiled softly, giving him an awkward hug, because Sam was sitting and he was standing. ‘You have to keep fighting.’

‘Does it end well?’ Sam asked him, eyes sparkling. ‘Are we actually going to be okay?’

‘You know we can’t tell you that. It’s like, Universal Laws 101.’ Jensen replied, and gave small rubbing circular motions with his hand.

‘I know.’ He said sadly, and stood up promptly when he heard Jack’s voice.

Jensen patted his shoulder. ‘You just need to trust us when we tell you – you’re going to be okay. Everything is going to work out okay.’

‘Alex?’ Jared asked, then shook his head. No, not Alex. This wasn’t there universe. Jensen looked in his direction, not knowing what to do.

‘Stay here. And uh, thank you.’ The hunter gave the two of them a hug, and exited the kitchen, yelling Jack’s name.

And then, the two of them ended up in their kitchen, looking at each other back in their normal attire. As if nothing ever happened. The time stayed the same, the stove was still on, coffee still hot.

‘Did that just–’

‘I think so.’ Jensen turned off the stove, then went to Jared for a hug, kissing his forehead tightly. ‘Is Sam going to be–’

‘I’m sure of it. I mean, I know him better than he knows himself.’

They both snickered at that.

‘Do you think the only reason why we’re seeing these illusions – the alternate universes, the possibilities, the outcomes, is because we’re supposed to make them right? All the bad endings, all the self-doubt, all the lowest points?’ Jensen pointed out, shocking himself a bit. ‘We’re supposed to help them because we know them better than themselves?’

‘I-I don’t think I thought of it that way. But, I think so.’ The taller one giggled, leaning in for a soft peck on the lips. ‘You can be smart sometimes.’

‘Sometimes? Oh, I’ll show you sometimes, beautiful.’ Jensen hoisted Jared up and claiming his lips, long legs wrapping around his waist.

[Later that day, the two of them got a call from Misha saying that he was experiencing signs of dementia, stating that he was seeing Castiel everywhere he went.]

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bruh. BRUH I LOVE THIS. i love the concept of j2 meeting sam and dean and you did it so well! i also really liked the idea of all of it happening because j2 are supposed to do sam and dean justice. you gave me end-of-season feels ;-;

thank you so so much, and i’m so excited to see what else you’ve got for me! <333

#12daysofwincestmas #submission #wincest #j2 #wincestmas #wincestmas anon #long post #supernatural

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wikipediathefreeencyclopedia · 5 years

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compilation of my favorite otp prompts 4

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Established Relationship AUs [x]

We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years AU

just some ‘how they met’ AUs [x]

‘my dad invited me to go on a fishing trip with him and his buddies and I hate water and can’t swim but I don’t wanna crush my dad’s feelings and he said his friend’s son was coming too, so I’m kind of hoping he’s cool’ and ‘I fell into the water and you were the only sober one who was able to save me’

‘we were waiting in line for the FerrisWheel and your friend decided last minuet he didn’t want to ride and backed out, so we got jammed into the same kart together AND THEN the ride got stuck while we were at the top, but you aren’t so bad to be around for two hours…lets go ride more shit together’

'the cops showed up to a party we were at and chased everyone away. You and I happened to run in the opposite direction of all our friends and got lost in some dark and creepy street.’

more au ideas no one asked for [x]

“you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au

“i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au

“you’re biking through my neighborhood and you ran into a pole so now i’m really concerned and patching you up, oh my gosh you’re really hot even though you have a bloody nose” au

“i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au

“you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au

“my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au

“dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au

“my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au

Well, this is awkward AUs [x]

“I sneaked in to this huge house party for some free food but you asked me how I knew the host and the first excuse I could think of was that I’m dating their sibling, so basically I just lied to you about going out with you” au

post breakup AUs [x]

“today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again” AU

“i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive” AU

“oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU

“it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)

“we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU

“i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU

otp fic prompts [x]

i had the weirdest dream about you and now i can’t stop imagining what you’d look like naked

you’re at the cinema alone and so am i we might as well sit together and i swear i didn’t think there was anyone else in this universe who appreciates this movie like i do

i hooked up with you at my sister’s wedding 5 years ago and now i’ve gotta track you down because i can’t stop thinking about you

we watched the fireworks together on new year’s eve even though you’re a complete stranger like i didn’t even get your name ??

OTP Prompts - Post Break-up [x]

“I’m still in love with you, and I probably always will be, but I thought you wanted to break up, so I broke up with you. Now, it’s a year later, and you’re telling me you were about to propose?”

“I never told my extended family that we broke up, and now they want to know when you’re coming over for dinner again.”

“I didn’t mean to tell you I still loved you, but now we’re standing here awkwardly, and I should probably just go.”

“I thought you broke up with me, so I haven’t spoken to you in a year, but apparently there was a serious miscommunication, because you thought I broke up with you. Well, this is as good a time as any to tell you I still love you.”

things to imagine with your otp [x]

one of them falls in love first before the other and has to try and be super chill and casual around them but oh fuck they just brushed hands

one of them by themselves but throughout the day they see little things that remind them of the other and they just randomly start smiling

trying to make a gift or do something special for the other but getting super embarrassed when giving it to them so they just leave it on a table and run away

star-gazing, flower festivals and making out behind dingy diners on a road trip

SOME WEIRD STUFF I NEED TO LIVE [x]

you work at the shitty overpriced coffee shop that only gets business because it’s nearest the university and I hate the coffee and get tea every time because at least you know how to make a good raspberry tea but I come in at odd hours and you always look exhausted, oh no you just fell to the ground crying about how you were supposed to open a gourmet cupcake shop, are you okay????

Aus I need [x]

I tried asking this person on the street for directions, but before they could even answer you pointed down the street and told me where to go. Turns out you were heading that way too and we end up walking together awkwardly for a bit.

We’re in a huge crowd to watch fireworks/a show, and there’s no more room on the lawn except right next to you and your blanket. I forgot to bring one, and you invite me to share yours with you.

I’m making balloon animals for children at this farmer’s market/fair, and you come up with a friend who asks for a kitty. You are enamored with the motorcycle I was making just for fun, and I can’t help being charmed by your enthusiasm and give it to you for free.

AUs to consider [x]

“i don’t want to go alone to my ex’s wedding and our mutual friend said you’re free that night” au

(could combine/mix it with this amazing comic)

“you accidentally left your ID in a library book” au

“i’ve never met you before but i went to a huge party at your house with my significant other - who then proceeded to dump me” au

Imagine your OTP [x]

Person A comforting person B through a stormy night

Helping each other in certain subjects for school.

#writing #writing prompts #otp prompts #au prompts #prompt list #compilation of writing prompts #otp aus

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basically-i-write-shit · 5 years

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wow, just read that ice skating AU with Tsukki being Yams coach. I love it. It was also sad in the end, since his little sister said that not many are nice to her older brother. I had an idea. what if one day Yama shows up with a bruised eye right before a competition. Hotarou is upset since her bro doesn't tell her anything and Tsukki is upset becuse Yama cant compete looking like that but also worried. Yama tries to hold it together but breaks down during practice on the ice (1)

(2) and Yama tells him that just some boys in his class decided to give it to him since he is an ice skater & calls him slurs becuse of it. Tsukki can’t really do anything, but he is upset about the whole situation. And Yama cries more bc Tsukki is kind of like his only friend despite their age difference. They talk for a while and Tsukki buys him french fries and hamburger since that is his fave food and Yama is in fucking tears. its okay since he isn't going to compete :) Hotarou approves!!!

I forgoooot about this god bless u anon

Tadashi is late. Again. Unlike last time he was late, Kei is on time, and waiting impatiently. He takes the liberty to skate laps while he waits, thinking of a suitable punishment for showing up late a week before a competition. Seriously, there’s only so many competitions Tadashi can compete in that aren’t national competitions, and Kei still hasn’t convinced him on that yet.

He’s making his third leisurely lap around the rink when Tadashi stumbles in, holding a crying Hotarou. Kei can’t see Tadashi’s face, but he assumes he’s fine-- he’s more focused on Hotarou. He rushes over to the door and climbs rinkside, kneeling at Hotarou’s side as Tadashi sets her on the bench and rushes into the bathroom.

“Hotarou-chan, are you okay Did you trip and fall outside?” He checks her over for scrapes, but can’t find one. Hotarou keeps crying, her little hands pressed over her eyes. Kei helplessly fumbles, searching for something to do. He’s no good with crying, kids, or crying kids. God, why did Tadashi rush off? “Hotarou-chan, I need you to tell me what’s wrong, okay?”

“S- Someone h- hu-- hurt Tada-nii!..”

“Wha--” Kei frowns, brows furrowing. “Someone hurt Tadashi?”

“I-- It was so scar- y!..” Hotrou throws herself at Kei, clinging to his shirt, and Kei wraps his arms around her, rubbing his back.

“Shh, it’s okay, Hotarou. It’s okay. Hey-- can I leave you right here while I go check on Tadashi? I’ll be right back.” Hotarou nods, sniffling, and Kei grabs a blanket and wraps it around her. He ruffles her hair and goes to the bathroom, steaming with anger. “Alright, who did it?”

Tadashi is locked in a stall, sniffling. “I- I don’t-- kno- kn- know what you mean.”

“Yamaguchi, don’t lie. Hotarou-chan said someone hurt you. Now open up.”

A moment later, the stall door opens and Tadashi steps out. There’s blood on his school shirt. That’s-- not good. Tadashi’s holding a hand to a bloody nose, and Kei thinks that’s the extent of that. Thank god. He lifts Tadashi with ease and sits him on the counter, wetting a cloth and wiping the sweat from his face. There’s a bruise forming on left eye, and that...that won’t be good for competition. He combs Tadashi’s hair from his face.

“They jumped me on my way to pick up Hotarou...She scared them away by screaming when she came out of the rec center.” Tadashi whispers.

“Tell me you had someone chase after them. That’s-- That’s assault..!”

Tadashi looks down, ashamed. Kei sighs before he tilts his head back.

“Hotarou was crying, and I was bleeding. No one saw-- I just wanted to get here. Please, let’s just ignore it and get to work. My routine needs to be perfect for next week.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re looking at the wall, not at me, Tadashi.” Kei sighs. This just isn’t good. “I’m gonna call your mom and take you to the clinic. You have a concussion.”

“Wh- Wha-- No, I can’t! I’m fine, Tsukki. Really.”

“I don’t think so. We’re taking you to the clinic.” Kei pulls Tadashi off the counter, holding him as he walks him out. “Hotarou, will you help carry Tadashi’s skate bag please?”

“Y- Yes, Kei-Sensei! Is-- Is Tada-nii gonna be okay?..”

Kei pats Hotarou’s head, smiling. “We’re gonna take him to the doctor, and he’ll be just fine, Hotarou-chan.”

And he is. Well-- mostly. He has a mild concussion and he’s not able to get on the ice for a couple of days. He isn’t able to compete because of the practice he missed due to the concussion; a week later, on his first day back, he comes back to the rink on time, though he’s a bit jumpy and paranoid. Hotarou is looking a lot happier than the last time Kei saw her.

“Okay, Yamaguchi, we’re going to work on your routine so we can get you ready for a competition in Tokyo in a month.”

“Right.” Tadashi’s been distracted. He sighs, closing his eyes. “I kinda lost a lot of practice time, didn’t I, Tsukki?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to have you practicing on a concussion. A fall could make it worse.” Kei hops up on the side of the rink and presses play on his phone, the speakers playing the song Tadashi arranged for the competition. About halfway through practice, Kei shuts off the music. Tadashi just can’t focus, and he’s falling more than usual. Kei can tell there’s something on his mind. “Yamaguchi, are you feeling alright?”

Tadashi startles, nodding vigorously. “I- I’m fine, Tsukki. Just a bit frustrated. I’m not landing that last triple!”

Kei nods, humming. There’s an awkward silence, before Tadashi clears his throat.

“I- I...don’t think I wanna go to competition, Tsukki.”

Kei blinks. “...What? Why?”

“I dunno. I just-- I start uni in in a month, I don’t wanna be known as the ‘figure skater’ in college.”

“Yamaguchi...You love skating. Why would you quit?”

“I won’t quit, I’ll just keep renting private ice.”

“You promised me you’d compete until your second year of university.” Kei says. He runs a hand through his hair, looking away. He wouldn’t admit it, but he feels...betrayed. “Yamaguchi, you promised.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t feel like getting beat up in the streets and called a fag in front of my baby sister again, okay?!”

Tadashi’s words echo through the rink, and Kei is glad he sent Hotarou to the other rink down the hall with Kuroo and the other fun-time skaters.

“...What?”

Tadashi’s knees wobble and he collapses on the ice, sobbing. “They called me a fag, Tsukki. While they were beating me to a pulp, they called me every slur in the book, and spit at me. B- Because some of the guys found out I figure skate and thought that was good enough reason to beat me up..!”

Kei kneels at Tadashi’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Tadashi, that’s...horrible.”

“Yeah, well I know that, Tsukki. Thanks!” Tadashi’s head falls into his hands with a whimper, and Kei carefully pulls him into a hug, sitting on the ice despite how cold it is. They’d both regret it later, but Tadashi needs Kei right now.

“Do you know who did this?”

“S- Some guys from my class...”

He nods. “And they got in some big trouble for this, right?”

“No--” Tadashi shakes his head. “No, I can’t tell on them, they’ll get even more mad. I don’t-- I don’t wanna-- know what they’d do to me.”

“Tadashi you need to tell someone so this never happens again.”

“B- But--” Tadashi whimpers. “Tsukki, what if they’re right?..What if-- What would you do if I...was...gay?"

The rink is dead silent for a few seconds.

“Well I wouldn’t beat the hell out of you and give you a concussion, that’s for sure. I’d support you. Just like I’ll support you quitting skating if that’s what you really want, and not because some assholes think it’s funny to pick on people for things they can’t change about themselves.”

Tadashi sniffles, turning his head to look at Kei. “R- Really?..”

Kei smiles. “Really.”

“If I go make a police report...will you come with me?” Tadashi asks weakly. “I don’t wanna bother or scare mom, and I-- well, I don’t have anyone else to go with...”

Kei nods. He know how bad Tadashi’s school life is. It feels nice to be needed-- because, well, as much as Kei pretended he was this big bad guy who doesn’t need friends, but he does get lonely. And he knows Tadashi does too.

“I will, Tadashi.” He pats his shoulder. “I promise. But will you please, please keep skating? Finish this competition, and then tell me how you feel.”

Tadashi nods, sniffling. “I will.”

Kei smiles, ruffling his hair, and climbs up. He offers a hand and helps Tadashi onto his skates again. “Let’s practice for another hour, get that police report done, and...well, you have a competition in a month, but I suppose I can let you have McDonalds tonight just for tonight-- since you’re being so brave and going through with this. My treat.”

Tadashi beams happily. “Large fry?”

“You’re pushing it, Yamaguchi-kun.”

“Aw, I’m Yamaguchi-kun again? So mean, Tsukishima-sensei~”

“Just get back to practice before I make you do laps.” Kei says, skating to the edge of the rink and hops up on the side again, pressing play on the speaker. Tadashi laughs, getting into position, and though he teases Kei for yelling at him (”your step sequence is sloppy!” “Slow down on that quad until you can land it without stumbling.”), he makes sure to listen to his criticism seriously and adjust what he needs.

After the crying, he’s a lot better. Both emotionally and in practice. It’s reassuring to Kei, at least. He’s happy, for at least a moment.

When practice is over, they leave Hotarou with Kuroo for another half an hour while they go a block over to the police station and file a report about the incident, but there’s not a lot they can do since it was a week ago and he doesn’t remember much because of the concussion. But it makes him feel better, at least.

When they finally make it back to the rink, Hotarou bounces up to them with a bright grin.

“Kei-sensei, Tada-nii-chan, how was practice?!”

“Great, Tarou-chan! My routine is going great.” He pinches her cheek with a smile, grabbing his skate bag with one hand and her hand with the other. Kei grabs her other hand, smiling at the happy squeal she gives when he tells her he’ll buy her a happy meal.

Tadashi catches his eyes, smiling, and mouths a silent “thank you” to him-- not just for volunteering to get Hotarou food so he didn’t have to use the rest of his allowance buying her a happy meal.

When Kei comes to the rink the next morning, well-- he’s relieved to see Tadashi come back. And he's going to make sure Tadashi wins his next competition, so he can see him skate even more.

#haikyuu!!#tsukkiyama #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #tadashi yamaguchi #fluff #figure skating au

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A Family Resemblance

CW: Scat, incest, everything else. You’ve been warned. This was a collaboration with Smelliot the Slob, who is probably as dorky and gross in real life as the victims in the story.

Elliot came downstairs into the large living room. The room was split into the lounge area and kitchen in one room. In the corner he could see his father, Dan in the corner instructing one of his private clients. Reaching into the fridge Elliot pulled out the milk and poured himself a large glass before taking a long swig of it.

Dan counted off on his hands as the patron was on the ground doing a pushup. "Come on! Keep pushing! Don't give up now man, you don't want to end up flabby do you?"

“It’s hard Dan!” The patron said as he struggled. He looked up and saw Elliot. Everyone saw the patron as just an out of shape middle aged man but none could see him for what he really was. A being of pure chaos who could shape reality just using his words. This time, his target was Dan, the hottest personal trainer in town and his equally hot son Elliot. “This must be your son! There’s definitely a family resemblance!”

Elliot smiled and gave a thumbs up "Alright dude."

Dan turned and smiled "Yes, very proud of my boy, and he and I worked hard for our bodies. You can too. It is hard, but the rewards are worth it, so keep pushing!"

“I am!” said the patron. “Maybe if you were wearing your glasses you could see how hard I was trying” A pair of thick hornrimmed glasses appears on an end table. Elliot frowned at this but Dan just reaches over to the end table to grab his glasses and slide them on his face. "Since when did you wear glasses dad?"

Dan threw a bewildered look at his son. "I've always worn glasses." This caused Elliot to mimic Dan's bewildered expression.

“Whew Dan! Could you close your mouth?” begged the patron. “Those crooked yellow teeth are so hard to look at and your breath is so foul I bet your son can smell it from across the room!”

Elliot frowned. “Watch your tone buddy!" Clearly the lad was getting upset at someone insulting his dad, although he did a double take as he saw his dad’s now yellowed teeth.

"Well I need to open it to keep you motivated. Maybe it will motivate you to work harder."

“P.U.! That’s an awfully condescending tone for someone with such a big gut too!”

Elliots eyes widened in shock as he saw his father bloat up, gaining layer upon layer of fat, thighs thickening along with his arms, a large flabby gut pushing out. "What the fuck!?" Elliot quickly started to go for the phone presumably to dial 911. Dan patted his stomach. "Mm, but I am proud of my belly, you want to get rid of yours."

“Honestly I think that’s about all I have in me for today. Didn’t you say you wanted to show me the computers you had been building in the gym you turned into a study?”

Dan nodded and started to waddle off with you following him. Elliot however had other plans. "What the hell is going on!?" He asks aloud, phone in his hand. "Someone explain or I am calling 911."

“Oh please you’re just as clumsy as your old man!” the patron laughed. Dan stumbled and tripped over his own feet and Elliot, in a moment of unusual clumsiness, dropped his phone right into the sink full of dishes. Elliot swore as he fished for the phone but it was ruined as it came out.

"What are you doing?" Elliot asked as Dan got his balance back.

“I’m just hanging out with my friend Dan, which is honestly pretty charitable on my part. After all, he may have stopped working out and put on a lot of weight, but he still has the body odor and sweatiness of an entire weightlifting team.”

Dan sniffed at his armpits, smelling his sweaty BO. "Man, I do smell bad don't I?" Elliot had to cover his nose as the room became overpowered by it.

"You're doing something to him! Fine, if I can't call the police I'll go get help." He marches towards the door with purpose.

“Aw but you’ve always liked guys who stink terribly I thought,” the patron said with a grin.

Elliot has stopped covering his nose and is clearly breathing normally. "I mean...sure it's nice but you can't be changing my dad."

“Oh don’t worry, I’m doing more than that. Say, did you happen to pick up your old man’s lice shampoo?”

"I did but...hey wait, since when does dad have lice?" He asked as he saw his dad was now scratching at his hair.

“Since forever! The shampoo doesn’t even really do anything other than leave his hair super greasy but we have to keep trying. That’s what your father told me anyways, even though it took forever with his terrible stutter!”

"I just wish it didn't make his hair greasy." Elliot commented as Dan's hair became very greasy. "and dad you really should see a speech therapist."

Dan nodded. "Y-you got t-t-t-hat right sss-ss-son."

“I don’t know why you’re so concerned. I heard you liked greasy haired fatsos with lice and stutters”

Elliot’s face flushed red and he was glad his lower body was obscured by the counter (“Whatcha hiding there Elliot? I bet it’s a big old hard on just like your dad always has. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man cum his pants as often as your father”

The front of Dans pants grew damp as Elliot’s face flushed some more. "Its uh...I just woke up, I had an intense dream." He lied, a little ashamed that his father got him aroused.

“It’s a good thing your dad only wears these cheap thrift store khakis and white socks all the time or it would be a shame that he’s constantly wetting himself. At least they look nice with his button down and suspenders!”

Elliot’s mouth fell open at his dads new outfit. "He looks ridiculous like that!" He says as Dan plays with his suspenders and straightens his bow tie.

“Oh please,” laughed the patron. “Everyone knows this is the hottest way a man can dress. And the pants are so cheap, it doesn’t even matter if your dad is usually carrying a few turds in the back”

Elliot blinked as something came over him. "I mean, at least he's dressing in something attractive...despite the shit and piss."

“Come on, the shit and piss make him unique and kind of even hotter!”

Elliot bit his lower lip as he turned around, hoping to stop his large erection. The patron grinned and continued to weave a new reality with his words.

“But I mean you would expect someone to shit themselves every once in a while considering that Dan—errr Dilbert here never stops farting. Phew, it smells like someone threw a hundred hard boiled eggs in a dumpster on a hot summer day in here!”

Dilbert let out a loud smelly fart as a log of shit filled his underwear. Elliots nostrils flared heard the fart, but did not complain about the stench. "Yeah..." he stated nervously.

“Wow” the patron said as he finally peered insides Dilbert’s computer room. “This is the nerdiest room I’ve ever seen, well not counting the rest of the your house I mean. I’ve never seen someone with so many comic books, fantasy novels, and empty pizza boxes!”

Dilbert nodded proudly. "I l-l-love my c-c-c-c-comics! I also a-a-dore pizza. B-b-but I need to u-use my z-z-z-zit cream after eating it to a-a-a-void breakout out."

“Oh yeah it was such a mistake to shave your beard, Dilbert. Your skin broke out so bad after that. Plus look at how bad your insanely large ears and nose look without the beard to distract!”

Dan's beard quickly pulled into his now softer jaw as his skin breaks out in bad acne, white headed zits appearing over his face as his ears got larger and started to stick out. With a snort his nose inflated to a pudgy schnoz.

“And honestly Dilbert, I think you should talk to your orthodontist because considering how big and clunky your headgear is, those two giant buck teeth should be looking better by now”

Dilbert’s cheeks blushed and he adjusted a screw on his braces. "I c-c-cant help it" he whined quite pathetically before his belly rumbled, he let out a loud belch right into your face, the smelly fishy breath was heavy with the scent of pizza and fast food.

“Aw well hopefully there’s a man that appreciates all this out there somewhere. I know how desperate you are for a boyfriend!”

Dilbert looked down at the floor as the front of his pants grow wet again and the smell of urine filled the air. "But w-w-who would d-d-date a l-l-l-losher like me." He looked sad when he admitted he was a loser.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there who is into disgusting dweebs like you.” The patron looked up with a grin at Elliot. “Say don’t you think it’s time your son got his favorite meal. A hot pocket that got your cum and piss all over it?”

The patron’s words made this a reality and Elliot shrugged as if it was normal. "I am pretty hungry dad..." With that Dilbert waddled over and stuck a hot pocket into the microwave. After a few minutes he pulled out the turnover and put it down on the floor. Pulling out his smaller, but hard dick he proceeds to piss over it, a little jerking and globs of cum also cover the treat. He places it down in front of his son who just picks up a knife and fork and starts to take bites.

“Wow Elliot you sure look hungry! I bet it’s from looking at all those posters up in your room. Of those pretty ladies? No wait, that’s not right, you have posters of fat nerds, guys covered in their own pee and cum, ugly pimple faced four eyes, isn’t that right?”

Elliots cheeks burn as he takes another bite, it was true, but he didn't want to show that he was embarassed about it. So he decided to downplay it. "Yeah, I'm into fat nerds. What of it?"

“It just seems like considering your father, it must be kind of a bummer that you aren’t one too. I mean he’s so pathetic and you’re this hot perfect jock. It must just be unbearable not having inherited his extremely geeky genes. It must just drive you nuts. Plus according to your journal, it looks like no matter how hard you beat off, you can’t cum. I bet that’s because you know you need to be a total nerd first.”

Elliot took another bite, this time slower and more thoughtful. "Yeah....dad says I take after mom. I mean look at him. Look at what a loser he is. Who wouldn't want that?"

“I bet you pray every night to become a loser like him. I bet you would give up everything for a chance at that huh?”

"You bet I would! I even looked into a laser eye surgery to see if they'd ruin my vision. Sadly they weren't interested, nor was the plastic surgeon. Besides, dad is lonely now, he has no one."

“Yeah I mean compared to your dad, you’re so cool. Even with the nerdiest bedroom I’ve ever seen. And your bedroom is so so dorky. Dirty clothes everywhere. Three computers. Chess club trophies. Pokémon sheets. It’s amazing you’re as jacked as you are considering how much you love chess.”

"Well, they are online chess trophies. My room is an expression of who I wish I was. Even dad gets jealous. I tell my friends I have a cool room and I play my guitar every night. Well...its not a guitar. It's an accordion."

“Yeah your dad told me you basically never stop playing accordion. That it’s one of the only ways to drown out the noise of your incessant farts.”

A large blasting fart escaped from Elliot's rear, filling the already smelly room with his own gas. "It was no surprise, they did say the chronic flatulence was hereditary."

“The farts are one thing but hoowee the rest! Your BO and halitosis put your father’s to shame.”

"Well, I hate taking showers...and eating these special hot pockets don't help my halitosis. Not that I don't want them, they are my favourite!"

“I know and considering they’re all you eat, it’s no wonder you’ve inherited your father’s.... rather ample physique.”

As the patron’s words changed Elliot’s body, he pat his new belly as he sat there changed, a lardass like his father. “Mmm, I know! I'm a fussy eater...its embarassing you don't need to rub it in."

“Not as embarrassing as the way you rub all the piss from your pants in your hair all the time. It just makes you stink worse and, despite what you read on the web, it’s not gonna do anything to help your lice problem.”

Elliot’s belly rumbled and he lets out a loud fart as his hair grows greasy and lice infested. Reaching into his pants he cups his hand and pisses into it. "But the website said it helped with lice." With that he wet his hair with the piss he cupped.

“The only effect it seems to be having is making your skin break out worse and worse and worse. God you have bigger pimples than even your father does!”

A grin crossed Elliot’s face. "A side effect I didn't expect but I am delighted about. Even if it doesn't help my lice, if it helps keep these zits, just try and stop me."

“I don’t wanna stop you or get anywhere near those zits. I bet they’re so bad because you like squirting the zit pus into a glass and drinking it. That can’t be good for your skin.”

Elliot licked his lips as the patron’s words became law. “Mm, I am thirsty...and I've been milking these babies for months. I'm due a treat." He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a jug with a label reading 'Elliots zit pus, DO NOT TOUCH'. He lifted it to his lips and took some gulps before returning it to the fridge.

“Yeah I mean why do you think I’m wearing rubber boots? Gotta protect myself from the inches of piss, cum, shit and pus that are just sloshing around on your floor!”

Elliot blushed. ”That’s thanks to dad, and sometimes I miss the jar. It’s why I am wearing rubber boots too." A loud fart rumbled from his rear, the heavy aroma stinging the patron’s nostrils

“Wow, well you really do outpace your father in terms of fart stink. And BO. And halitosis. You really do smell terrible. It’s a bummer you can’t close your mouth with those giant yellow buck teeth with the huge gap between them.”

Elliot grinned as the patron brought up his overbite. His front teeth almost looked like fangs with the space between them. "Dad jokes you could drive a train through the gap."

“I mean combined with your giant nose and those big ears, you really look like such a geek. Not that you’d know it since you don’t even have your glasses on. Where did they go? Ah!” The patron sees them sitting in a puddle of cum and piss, the lenses several inches thick and the frames more duct tape than plastic at this point.

Elliot shivered and rubbed at his fat nose, it was even bigger than his dad’s. He absentmindedly wiggled his ears as his vision blurred. "Can you see them? Where did I put them? I'm blind as a bat without them!”

“They’re down there. By your feet. I won’t pick them up so don’t even ask. Besides your tight little nasal passages make your voice so whiny that I can barely stand to hear it. It’s amazing you can breathe at all.”

With another rumble, Elliot opened his mouth letting out a loud belch. He leaned down, his breathing heavier as he picked up the glasses, and without even wiping them putsthem on his nose. "SNORT there we go. I'm always SNORT losing my glasshes, or SNORT breaking them."

“They’re in such bad shape, i imagine they’re a pair of your dads old glasses. Makes sense since you wear all of his clothes too. I’ve heard of hand me downs but you know you’re supposed to wash them right? Instead, you just put on his soiled clothes from the day before and go about your business.”

"We don't have a washing machine..." he adjusted the suspenders, the khaki shorts he was wearing clearly had a dried cum and piss stain on the front, and the back of them looked more brown than khaki. The button up shirt had food and piss stains on it as well as a collection of dried boogers here and there.

“It’s probably for the best considering you shit yourself much more frequently and with much bigger loads than your father does.”

A loud fart escaped him but Elliot seemed to follow through on this one as the back of his pants expanded a little and turned a deeper brown, the rear starting to steam a little from the shit. SPLOOSH...SPLASH, some remnants fell out of the the short legs and splashed in the room size puddle.

“God that smells so bad. Good thing your father had the foresight to name you Smelliot! He must have known you’d be like this.”

He chuckled but it turned more into a series of snorts. "Daddy likes to say I came out shitting so thus the name."

“And you’re so proud of it too. Is that why you’re always pulling your slimy shit stained underpants up into an atomic wedgie?”

"Oh SNORT yesh!" another fart escaped him, the splashing of shit hitting the liquid echoing around the room. "Although it's SNORT much more fun if SNORT it is someone else giving me a SNORT wedgie."

“Well gosh, that sounds like something that’s a perfect bonding activity for father and son.”

The patron turns to Dilbert, seeing he's been busy reading a comic book on the couch in his room, his feet gently disturbing the liquid on the floor. He let out a fart as a stream of yellow piss also slid down his left leg.

“Hey Dilbert. Isn’t it time for you and your son to give each other atomic wedgies so you can see who has the most shit caked undies?”

Dilbert tossed the comic onto the couch and got up, waddling over to Smelliot. A lump formed in the front of Smelliot’s khakis. Both seem to do this like it was a routine, each of them reaching into the others pants, getting a grip on their underwear, and then with a quick count down the two pull, the messy underwear being pulled up. At one time both were probably white but were now more a yellowish with brown stains. Smelliot’s undies were worse on account of them being hand me downs.

“Wow if it weren’t for the stink, I would say someone had poured a few gallons of mud in your pants Smelliot. You’re definitely outpacing your old man.”

Dilbert pouted but then let out a crooked yellow smile

"T-t-the d-d-d..." he took a breath. "d-d-d..." a fart escapes his rear as he also fills his pants with steamy shit, "d....doctorrs! did ss-s-say that the conditions are more s-s-severe for the of-of-ofsp-ofsp...the children"

"It's so nice to see a father and a son get along so well. Is it true that for snacks, you guys pick each others ears and noses and eat each other's boogers and earwax?"

Both nodded as Smelliot digs a fat finger into his fathers nose, a slimey snotty booger pops out and he licked it off, a grin crossing his face. "Y-you bet. B-besides the h-h-hot pockets, i-its all he'll eat."

"You're looking pretty hungry yourself, Dilbert. Didn't you say your son makes you a special pizza that you just can't resist?"

Dilbert rubbed his rumbly tummy and nodded. "Y-yes. I s-s-should c-call the pizza place."

Dilbert waddled over to the computer and booted up the EatingOut app, pulling up his previous order of two cheese pizzas. His history seemed to indicate he ordered this every day...

"Well you certainly have the body and cleanliness of a man who eats pizza every day! I'm excited to see what makes it so special!"

"T-they say it w-w-will be here in an h-h-hour." He stuttered as he pissed the front of his pants again.

An hour passed with the father and son feeding each other their boogers before the doorbell rang. Dilbert waddled, the last few steps cause him to blast a fart out into the room. Grabbing the doorknob he twisted it, the door swinging open. "H-h-h-h..salutations!"

The pizza delivery guy recoiled from the stench, almost ready to barf and bail.

"Ah good," said the patron. "I hear the pizza guy in this town loves nerds too and really loves watching you eat pizza so much, that he gives them to you for free!"

The pizza delivery guy laughed and handed the pizzas to Dilbert. "Oh yeah if you haven't seen the way these dorks eat pizza, you are in for a real shock."

Dilbert blushed as he saw the tent the man is now sporting. Carrying the pizza boxes over to Smelliot, Dilbert asked, "S-s-s-sss-smelliot? C-can you p-p-put daddy's f-favoruite toppings on?"

Smelliot smiled and nodded. "Oh SNORT yeth Daddy! I know SNORT how much you SNORT love it!" He put the pizzas down on the coffee table and opened them, sniffing them. Unhooking his suspenders he let the khakis fall into the wet puddles on the floor, and pulled down the front of his tightly-not-so-whities. All it took was a few jerks and he exploded cum all over the pizzas like a special sauce. Then he turned around and with a fart let globs of shit fall on the pizzas.

Dilbert smiled and took a deep sniff. “Mmm, smells delicious." He took up a slice that got nice and coated with his son's cum and shit and took a bite, munching happily.

The pizza delivery guy just chuckled and laughed. "Now you see why I don't even make them pay. I love seeing that!" The pizza delivery guy rubbed the front of his pants until he came in them and then headed back to his truck.

"H-h-he's alway s-s-s-so nice." Dilbert farted while Smelliot started to play his accordion expertly.

"Wow your accordion playing sounds so good Smelliot. Is it true that your father has learned to blast his massive farts in time with the music?"

Dilbert and Smelliot nodded and exchanged a look. Smelliot changes=d the tune to something a bit more upbeat. Dilbert started to let out farts of different sizes in tune with the music, creating an almost percussive backing to the accordion. Smelliot farted and shit his pants as he played, the farts starting to make the room smell absolutely foul. With a flourish and a long fart the two finished their routine.

"Well, that was just wonderful. You too are just so in synch! It's a real shame that you're both so lonely and unlucky in love. I know that your son loves big fat farting nerds, but is it true that you like them as well Dilbert?"

Dilbert noded and licked his lips "Mm, y-y-y-y affirmative! I love big fat loser nerds!" A smile crossed his face as he came in his pants.

"That's such a shame then that Smelliot is your son! Except, well, I mean it really doesn't matter does it? Love is love and you two ARE perfect for each other. And your son is an adult, albeit a pathetically nerdy shit stained one, so shouldn't he be able to date his own father if he wants to?"

Dilbert slowly nodded as if coming to a realisation. "S-s-s-ss-sure! L-love is love."

Smelliots eyes widened. "But SNORT..." a fart escaped him. "Incest is..." he was quickly interrupted.

"Incest is perfectly fine if it's what you really want Smelliot and you do want it. You both want it!"

The body language between father and son instantly changed. Both not looking at each other, exchanging side glances, but turning away whenever they met each others eyes. Gently Dilbert reached down and squeezed his son's hand. Smelliot farted and shit his pants. "D-daddy.."

“Y-y-you are such a p-p-p-pathetic dweeb." Dilbert said before pressing his puffy lips against his son's, their pudgy noses pushing together, orthodontic headgear clacking together.

Smelliot belched into the kiss, but broke away. "Mmm SNORT...Pokémon bed?" Dilbert nodded and chuckled "You're such a dork!" The father and son held hands as they waddled towards Smelliots bedroom. The patron followed father and son up to Smelliot's bedroom and watched the two get into it.

The nerds peeled off their clothes, exposing their naked, unwashed, flabby bodies to each other, both of them cumming right there and then. Smelliot rolled onto his bed, the frame sagging from his weight. His dorky daddy climbing onto the bed, grinning as his pathetic member was so close to his son's messy, dirty shit chute.

The Patron smiled and with a click pictures of the slobby nerds appeared around the house, one of them a particular picture of them kissing, in dirty suits...in a chapel.

"I love you my stinky son hubby." and with that he rammed his hard member into his son's rear, blasting the shitty hole with gallons of nerdy cum before pulling out, inserting his giant pimpled nose, and blowing thick jets of snot into his son’s asshole. The patron grinned and disappeared, his work here done. He checked the list of other personal trainers with sons in the city and figured out his next target.

#nerdification #slobification #nerdtf #gaytf

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I would love LOVE a Winter Soldier Steve, Stony AU please!! But like, fluffy and happy. if you could do that, please? Thank you!

Hope you enjoy it! Also, I hope you don’t mind me gifting this to my babe, Kat, who was a HUGE help in sorting out the dozens of ideas I got from this prompt!

Ao3.

Steve wakes to a streets illuminated by artificial lightning of street lamps and buildings still lit up, despite the ridiculously late (or early depending on how you look at it) hour. His breathing is more gasps and wheezes, as he shifts and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He tries to quell the shivers raking his body, tries to stifle the way his arms shake as a jittery urge plays out under the skin of his hands.

It feels like something he understood once, but he can’t seem to place it now. He thinks maybe he can just sort of remember what it means from before.

Before the fall.

Before the chair.

Before Hydra.

Before he was half of what he could have maybe been once upon a time.

He sits on bed for a long while, trying to remember, to place the feeling as he watches lights flash as builds go dark or light up. But after a while he gives up, angrily tossing the blankets and sheets aside when the answer doesn’t come to him. He pushes himself slowly from the bed, raking his flesh hand through his unruly locks as he pads quietly into his bathroom.

Steve half-heartedly runs through his morning routine of stretches, a quick work out and then heads to the bathroom for a fast shower. He departs his floor and moves swiftly down towards Tony’s lab, to where he knows it’s safe. Stepping up, he lets out a soft, slow breath after placing his right palm on the scanner and the doors open with a soft swoosh.

Stepping through the doors, he feels a tension he couldn’t ever explain leak from his body as eyes immediately flick over to where Tony’s hunched over his desk, muttering to FRIDAY about whatever he’s working on. Standing there for a moment and just watching, Steve feels his mind quiet in a way it hardly does anywhere else in the Tower, before eventually moving over to and drops down onto what had become known throughout the tower as his couch.

Leaning his head back, gently thumping against the top, he lets his eyes flutter shut, shifting slightly to snuggle down, resting for a while before a gentle beep sounded as if coming closer to him. Lifting his head up, his lips automatically move up into a small, soft smile as Dummy lets out a happy whir while moving towards Steve, a green tennis ball clutched gently in his claw.

“Hey buddy,” he rumbles, voice hoarse and quiet, and reaches over to carefully pluck the ball from Dummy with his flesh hand and tossed it carefully towards the other end of the workshop, opposite to where Tony . Steve can’t help but to let out a breathy chuckle when his eyes skim over the framed hole he’d accidentally put in the first time he’d try playing fetch with Tony’s bots.

(It’d been the first time Steve had well and truly laughed, doubled over and nearly choking on his own breath as his face red, nearly turning purple as he struggled to breath. He remembers Tony beaming and Bucky being shocked into silence before he doubled over alongside Steve. They’d try clutching at one another to keep up right, but ended up sprawled over each other on the floor, still clutching at their sides as they failed to get themselves under control.)

“Hiding from Cap down here, Big Guy?”

Freezing and tensing again at the sudden sound of Tony’s voice filling up the quiet of the workshop, Steve barely has to turn his head to see Tony standing over by his table now and quickly makes his posture relax as he sees Tony’s face scrunching up in concern. It takes another moment of just watching the genius before he remembers he needs to answer the man. “No. Not hiding.” It’s clipped and hoarse and Steve feels his shoulders tensing as he flexes his hands, trying to get the unknown urge to go away.

He watches Tony watch him before the other man gives a small nod as he shrugs his shoulders, “Alright then, big guy.” And with that, Tony goes back to working for just as Dummy whirs right next to Steve, nudging him to once again toss the ball he’s brought back.

He and Dummy play for a bit before Steve let’s out a sigh and turns his head fully to look at Tony, clutching the ball gingerly in his flesh hand and shifts where he’s still seated. Clearing his throat, he waits for Tony to turn and look at him before he starts speaking, “I feel,” he tries to start but snaps his mouth shut. Furrowing his brows, Steve quickly flicks his eyes down to his knees as soon as he sees Tony tilt his head towards Steve’s direction.

Flexing his hands, Steve watches as the ball drops, bouncing twice on the floor before Dummy snatches it up in his claw, whirring once before Tony called out for him to back off. Letting out a sad whir, Steve moves his head enough and watches Dummy move off towards where Butterfingers and U are on the other side of the workshop. He watches the bots for a long moment, trying to stall. Steve swallows around the lump in his throat as he curls his hands into fists, digging his knuckles into the sides of his thighs, and moves back to look at Tony.

“I feel like I need to do something,” he grounds out as he makes himself turn his head to look up at Tony, “My hands, they.” Letting out a deep breath slowly through his nose, Steve takes a moment to try and gather his thoughts, like Tony and Sam were always telling him to do. “I feel like I need to do something with them. Something I use to do before.”

Instead of answering him, Tony lets out a low hum, getting up and walking over to drop down onto the couch next to Steve. His brows furrowed as he brings his hand up, gently tap-tapping against his arc reactor as they sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, letting Steve calm down, the tension leave him again. They relax further into the cushions, Steve tilting sideways, leaning more into Tony’s space and soaks up the other man’s warmth.

“Something you use to do with your hands from before?” Tony moves around, slipping his arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Something you haven’t done since, since before falling from the train?”

Steve nods his head, accidentally knocking against Tony’s chin as he did.

Letting out a hum, Tony and Steve let the room fall quiet again. Steve fiddles with his tee shirt hem, eyes flickering to Tony’s hand still tapping against his chest before moving down to watch as the other man’s foot tapped out a rhythm against the floor.

They sit like that for a bit before Tony’s called back to work and Bucky comes to collect Steve for their morning run with Sam and Natasha.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

It’s nearly a week later, when a manic andsleep deprived looking Tony, dark bags under his eyes, scruff along his cheeks,hair unruly as his mismatched clothing —the only indication he’s at leastshowered since the last time Steve saw him— and rushes up to where Steve hadbeen sitting, watching dog cops with Clint, and nearly trips onto the pair ashe flail’s to a stop before them.

Steve shoots up from where he’d been loungingstretched out along the chaise section, his flesh hand gently curving aroundTony’s elbow, while his metal wraps around Tony’s hip and steady’s the manbefore he can fall. “Tony?” Steve’s brow’s scrunching together in concern.

“I know what it is,” Tony calls outexcitedly, hands moving to curl into Steve’s shirt, failing to move Steve as hetries to shake him. “I know what your hands wanted to do! Come on, we gottahead down to the lab. I figured it out and fixed it.”

“Oh,” Steve mumbles, tightening his grip whenTony tries to take a step back but trips over Clint’s foot, from where he’d satup in concern at how manic Tony looked.

“Is he okay?” Clint asks, having snatched upthe remote and pauses the show before frowning up at their resident genius. “Hedoesn’t look good.”

“Just needs to get some sleep,” Steve murmurs,lips pulling down into a more pronounced frown as he stares down at the otherman. “Tony?” Steve calls, attempting to get his attention as he watches the mansway in his hold. “Tony?” Steve tries again when he watches Tony start mumblingand using his free hand to poke at Steve’s pecs.

It takes a few more times of Steve calling hisname, before Tony’s head snaps up, lips stretching into a beaming grin ashis eyes light up. “Steve! Yes, I know what it is,” he nearly yells excitedly,failing to jump up in excitement. “Come on,” he tugs at Steve’s shirt again.“You gotta come with me,” he pauses as he trails off, eyes moving over to lookdown at Clint. “When did you get here?”

Snorting with a roll of his eyes, Clint turnsfrom frowning at Tony in concern and up at Steve, impish sparkle in his eyes.“You better get your genius to bed, Steve.”

Steve feels his neck heat up as he turns hishead to glare at Clint for a moment. Tugging Tony more firmly into him, Stevestoops down to slip his metal arm under Tony’s knees and the other around hisback, and swings him up into his arms as he stands up. He bites back a fewchoice remarks when Clint cackles as they stride off towards the elevators.

“Come on, T,” Steve mutters softly into theman’s ear as they wait for FRIDAY to open the doors. “Let’s get you to bed, котиться.”

“No,” Tony mutters wiggling until Stevetightened his grip on the man. “We gotta go to the workshop,” he slurssleepily. “Go'a show you I figu’e’ i’ ou’,” he mumbles as his head lulls ontoSteve’s shoulder, eyes fluttering close.

Smiling softly down at the man, Steve resiststhe urge to hold Tony even closer as the doors finally open and he steps in.“Tony’s floor, FRIDAY, please.”

“Of course, Captain Rogers.”

It’s almost into the late evening when Jarvis announceshimself quietly, asking if Steve would please come down to Sir’s workshop, ashis creator has something he’d like Steve to see.

Steve’s dip down into a small frown but he setshis book aside, sharing a quick look with Bucky, who mirrors the look on hisown face, before pushing up from the couch and making his way to the elevatorfor the ride down.

Stepping off, Steve feels his frown deepen ashis eyes flick around the abnormally quiet space until they land on a sectionthat’s been tarpped off. “That wasn’t there yesterday,” he murmurs softly tohimself as he takes half a step towards it before making himself stop and callout loudly, “Tony?”

He hears a small crash, Tony give off a small curseas he slips around the tarp, and Steve can’t help it as his lips twitch up intoa small, mirroring the way Tony’s face lights up when he spots Steve.

“Great, you’re here.” Tony grins as he boundshis way over to Steve. Reaching out, Tony curls his left hand into Steve’sshirt and tugs lightly, making the man follow after him as Tony walks backtoward the closed off area. “So, I figured out what your hands were trying totell you last week. And I,” he pauses to clear his throat, eyes moving down tostare at Steve’s chest instead of his eyes, “And I sort of set up an area foryou. Like. You don’t have to use it or anything, I just. I just wanted to giveyou a space where you could. If you wanted too, I mean.”

Shifting, Tony looks up from beneath hislashes, lips twisting into a small, uncertain smile before continuing on withhis rambles. “And if you want, we can totally move this up to your floor, ifthat would make you more comfortable. I just. Well. You seem like you’re comfortable down here, so I thought. Thought maybeit’d set it up here.”

Reaching up, Steve curls his hands around Tony’sforearms, cutting the genius off before he could continue to babble. “Tony?”

Sucking in a quick breath, Tony gave anotheruneasy smile, “Right, right. Okay, so. Here it is,” he flapped his free handbehind him, finally curling his fingers around the materially and pulling, sothe tarp fell to the floor when he yanked.

Turning his eyes from the man before him, Steveblinks once, twice as he takes in the space. Easels with blank canvas’ sittingon them, a table covered with paints, brushes and sketching pads. Shelving unitsstocked full with supplies lined the walls, while a stool sat before one of theeasels.

(He had a vague memory of sitting in a heavycoat, drawing a monkey dressed as Captain America, riding a unicycle whileheavy rain poured down from dark skies.)

It’s after a moment of strained silence, beforeTony once again launches into another round of barely understandable rambles,dropping his grip on Steve and moving back enough to cause Steve’s hands toslip down his arms, as he moved to flutter around to area as he explained thisand that.

Blinking, Steve feels his chest tighten, hiseyes sting as he sucks in a few quick breathes as he looks around. Taking onetrembling step forward, Steve reaches out with shaking hands to reach out andtug Tony into his chest, wrapping his arms around the man as he hugged himtightly for a long few moments.

“Oh, Steve,” Tony murmurs as he brings hisown arms up to wrap tightly around Steve’s waist. They stay like that for awhile, as Steve lets out shaky, wet breathes against Tony’s neck where he’stucked his face.

Eventually they pull apart, once Steve’s gothimself under control and Tony gives him a tour around the small corner,tapping a plaque that state’s it’s, ‘Steve’s Corner’ with a wiry grin.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Three days later, Steve is happily drawing inhis second sketch pad —having filled the first one up quickly that first night—when Jarvis announces Bucky’s arrival with Sam.

“Hey, Punk, it’s ti-” Bucky starts calls outbefore freezing mid step as he takes in Steve hunched over his pad on thecouch. His eyes widen as his brain finally registers exactly what his eyes areseeing. “Stevie,” he whispers, voice hoarse and thick with emotion.

Snapping his head up, Steve starts to smilebefore his lips turn down in a frown as he watches Bucky’s eyes well withtears, sucking in a breath that turns into a sob half way through.

“The hell?” Sam calls out alarmed as he turns,placing his left hand along the small of Bucky’s back, while he brings hisright up towards his face but pauses. “Bucky? James? What’s wrong, Cap?”

“You’re, you’re drawing again?” Bucky gasps outin between shaky sobs. “Shit, Stevie.”

“What is Capsicle crying about?” Tony asks inalarm as he pops up from behind Sam and Bucky, swinging his head wildly betweenthe pair and Steve, who’s setting his pad aside and pushing up to pad over tothe trio. As soon as he’s close enough, Bucky pushes Sam aside and yanks Steveforward, wrapping him up into a tight hug as he cries into his best friend’sshoulder.

Glancing at the pair, Tony and Sam turn toshare a bewildered look, shrugging slightly before backing away and heading offso the super soldiers could have a private moment.

Just before the elevators close, Tony looksback to catch Steve’s eyes. Sending the man a soft, encouraging smile, Tonygives a quick wiggle of his fingers in a wave just as the doors slide close.

“Weird, right?”

Turning to shoot Sam a look, Tony gave a quicknod. “Yeah,” he agrees softly. “But expected. Steve was,” pausing to shiftbefore glancing at Sam before looking back down at his feet. “It’s the firsttime since everything that Bucky sawSteve doing something from before they joined the Army,” waving his hand about,“Understandable but still, weird.”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees after a moment, nodding. “Stillgonna roast him for the dramatics though.”

Chuckling, Tony nodded.

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mellowsobri · 6 years

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Spending A Winter/Snowy Day With Your Boyfriend Draco Malfoy Would Include...

some stuffs to get started

thats a long ass title

maybe Draco is a lil OOC? idk this is what i personally see him doing in a relationship

masterlist

( house specific under the cut )

g r y f f i n d o r

- you reckless brave little shit, you know what you did?

- you jumped into a lake when it was 15°F (-9°C for y'all non americans) that’s what.

- all because Blaise said you wouldn’t.

- “(Name), come on! There’s no way you’ll do it!”

- “Don’t egg them on, Zambini, you know damn well―”

- *SPLASH*

- you fucking did it.

- and when you rose to the water, you couldn’t right well move all that much, but you still had the biggest smirk on your face.

- shivering, you said, “I won’t do what now, Zambini?”

- Blaise was laughing even when Draco pushed him into the snow.

- Draco helped you out of the lake while wrapping his jacket around you, yet you just smirked at Blaise with all you had.

- so Draco spends the day in the the Gryffindor dorms feeding you soup and telling you how stupid you were

- you agreed with him, but you didn’t regret it.

- in fact, you were pretty proud of yourself.

- at first you denied that you needed help―

- but eventually you were just kind of like

- “lol yeah it was a bit colder than i thought it would be”

- “(Name) there were ice chunks floating in the water!”

- “oh yeah lol”

- even though you were one of those people who pushed their cold feet up against their cuddle partner’s legs, he still cuddled you while you shivered there.

- he was def the big spoon, but thats because of his broad frame

- the golden trio walks in on you two

- you’re asleep, Draco is awake.

- “What the bloody hell are you―!”

- “Shut your mouth, Weasley! They’re asleep.”

- he glared at them until they left because you were stirring due to the noise.

s l y t h e r i n

- Hogsmeade it was.

- he asked you all fancily ‘n shit, showing up to your dorm and asking you on an official date.

- you teased him a bit and said no, to which he replied with stutters and sad eyes that you couldn’t help feel guilty for.

- “I’m kidding, babe. Of course I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.”

- he gets a lil embarrassed and says that you shouldn’t scare him like that.

- he treats you to sweets during the trip and you always feel obligated to pay him back, but he definitely won’t let you.

- Crabbe and Goyle followed you two around (well they followed Draco around for the most part) until you gave them money to go off and buy some food for themselves.

- “You know, I could’ve just told them to scram.”

- “I just wasted five bloody galleons on them!”

- he smiled at your reaction and offered to pay you back, but regardless of your irritation on the topic you wouldn’t let him give you the money.

- you both walk back to the castle with red faces (partly from the cold, partly from the soft kisses you were passing back and forth) as it starts to snow

- “Oh, Draco, we have to stay outside a bit longer! Please? Lets play in the snow!”

- he can’t resist the childish side of you that is rarely shown―

- so even though you were both at risk of frostbite, you both stayed in the snow for a few minutes longer.

- eventually some of his friends from the Slytherin house join the two of you in the snow.

- a snowball fight is formed.

- when you had first met Draco, he didn’t really understand the concept or the motives of a snowball fight.

- “So… You just pelt people with balls of snow? Well I do that to Potter anyways, so does that mean I have snowball fights with him?”

- “Draco… Usually, in snowball fights, everyone gets along with one another.”

- “Oh. Never mind, then.”

- the group breaks up into teams.

- Draco, Millicent, Crabbe, and Goyle versus you, Pansy, Blaise, and Pike.

- he tries to be playful and hold back… but you chuck a snowball as hard as you can at him, which splatters on his face.

- luckily the ball wasn’t packed hard with ice, rather soft snow, so he was only left with a freezing cold face and a shocked expression.

- you eventually take him to his bed and baby him because according to him you “gave his face frostbite”.

- “You’re such a baby, Malfoy.”

- “But you love me.”

- “True.”

r a v e n c l a w

- you and Draco enjoy to spend the cold day indoors.

- well, okay

- let me rephrase

- so this is basically how it went down:

- “(Name), do you fancy taking a stroll outside with me on this lovely day? The snow is gorgeous.”

- (he was trying to be romantic in the cheesiest way possible.)

- “Of course, Draco! I love taking strolls with you.”

- “Great! I’ll go get dress―”

- “But you know what I fancy even more?”

- he looked at you.

- “This book that you know I just borrowed.”

- he groaned and crouched next to you, spread out comfortably on a blue couch next to the fireplace.

- “I thought you finished that book yesterday!”

- “I finished one book yesterday. This is a new one. Did you know that ninety-nine percent of the Earth’s solar system is made up of the sun?”

- “What?”

- you couldn’t hold back a smirk whenever he sat next to you on the couch (ignoring your housemate’s stares) and attempted to occupy himself by reading your book along with you.

- “This isn’t even a book! It’s a bunch of useless mud-blood like facts about those weird balls of color in the sky.”

- “Watch your mouth, Malfoy.”

- you wouldn’t tell him this, but you thought it was a bit entertaining how regardless of his constant whining, he never left your side.

- in fact, he pampered you even though he was so called “mad” at you.

- he brought you hot chocolate, food, blankets, pillows, and even more books.

- “Draco, if you’re so bored, why don’t you go outside with Blaise and do something?”

- “Because I’m hoping to guilt trip you into ditching your book.”

- that was a lie.

- truthfully he just wanted to be around you.

- the guilt trip did work though, as after half an hour you marked your place in your book and got dressed to go outside with him.

- it was no comparison to your book, but you both spent a few hours walking in the beautiful scenery, enjoying each others company, and rolling up snowmen.

h u f f l e p u f f

- honestly to him every day with you is a day well spent, and every day without you is a day wasted.

- you were a bundle of surprises,

- so whenever you were shaking him awake at ten in the morning on a cold Saturday, he could only smile.

- you were already dressed, rushing him to get dressed as well.

- his dorm mates didn’t appreciate the sudden intruder on the weekend, but frankly you didn’t care.

- “Draco, tell your mate to shut up!”

- he was about to retort before you beat him to it.

- “I dare you to say that to my face, you pussy fruitcake.”

- you told him with a smile that completely contradicted your icy glare just a few seconds ago that you’d meet him by the kitchens.

- whenever he met you he didn’t even have time to get a single word in before you were dragging him out into the kitchen.

- “Love, what has you in such a rush?”

- “Just wait! I have a surprise for you!”

- he found that the kitchen was completely empty of any people or house elves.

- “Where is everyone…?”

- “Oh, well… I ‘reserved’ the entire kitchen for a bit so we could have some fun!”

- and he wasn’t surprised at all.

- the Hufflepuff common room was directly by the kitchen after all, so it didn’t shock him that you knew your way around the place.

- the two of you spent about five hours simply goofing around and baking cookies, gingerbread houses, and peppermint bark.

- the house elves even brought you two utensils whenever you needed something specific.

- he wasn’t used to cooking the traditional way or even going out of his way to thank a house elf, so some of the processes were a bit new to him.

- you made fun of him whenever he attempted to pour a cup of flour out all at once, causing it to cloud up and poof all over his face and black attire.

- “How could you not know that that would happen? Have you ever even used flour?”

- “S-Shush! My dorm isn’t by the kitchen like yours!”

- “It’s common sense, Draco!”

- you both had fun baking Christmas themed cookies, even if they turned out like utter shit thanks to someone (Draco) not understanding the basics of baking.

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abundantchewtoys · 4 years

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Homestuck^2 re: Chapter 7 “Distress Call From the Closet“

So, I assume the action will jump back to Vriska, Vrissy & Tavros. The call is going to be directed to Harry Anderson, though I wonder how he'd be able to help them out of the closet.

Some sleight of hand magic? A distraction outside of the school building?

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Ahahaahahahh.

Vriska's loving the thrill. Tavros is just experiencing his first real brush with death, and apparently is mostly confused by it. :P Meanwhile Vrissy's mostly annoyed and trying not to get further into danger by having her phone ring for all to hear.

So, yeah, and Harry Anderson must now acknowledge everything Vrissy said as true - including the presence of OG Vriska, who he just heard.

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Ahahahah, yes, that's what I was thinking too - Vrissy and Vriska must sound exactly alike. It's only their manner of speech that sets them apart.

So Vriska imitating Vrissy here is comedy gold.

And yes, the odds are indeed 50/50 Rose and Kanaya would either very much Approve or Disapprove of what they were just a part of. Granted, once they see Vriska (OG) has resurfaced, they should actually realize who's the instigator of the whole mess.

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Pfffffff. From John's fridge, Gamzee's made the valiant 16 year trip through time to end up dead... in a janitor closet. Also, regarding last page - what the fuck was Gamzee even doing being a troll figurehead while in a relationship with the human tyrant. It made no sense.

Also, poor Tavros. He was just externalizing things until now. He'll have no way but to accept the reality now. Well, not that he REALLY minded Gamzee's death, I think.

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!!!!!! Finally!!!!

Troll Rebel Leaders Karkat and Meenah! Oh gosh I want to see if they're truly in a relationship. Though eesh, that looks like a bleak situation, all those bodies & ruins.

...

"Ordeals"? So the trolls had to withstand ANOTHER set of trials to get off-planet? Ugh.

... Pfff, yes, Karkat's PR is very good, but unfortunately for the man, he still has to actually LIVE as a rebel leader every day.

I'm really interested in how Karkat looks as an adult. The description in the epilogues was already tantilizing. ... I wonder if trolls can grow beards. Karkat would definitely rock a goatee.

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Oh my god they're comedy gold.

Meenah just plays off his asine side so well, hahah. They're even achieved Dave-level excellence at rehashing arguments, it seems.

So Karkat actually would rather be an active leader than a figurehead. Seems he's at least developping SOME idea of how he could lead, good for him! Still, his "symbology", hah, the Cancer sign is another sign of rebellion.

Hah, and they recognize Vriska, but apparently being 23 years removed from her through time has numbed them a bit to the idea of a loose Serket on the field and what she could get up to.

"MEENAH: well we woulda taken credit for it anyway so this saves us the time MEENAH: thanks jane owe u one"

Perfection.

I wonder if they'll send an agent after the trio. Swifer perhaps? :P

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Lol. So it appears the trolls that followed Gamzee's cult blame Jane's government for the event. Well then. Pfff, they even call her the batterwitch.

So it appears both sides are going to use this turn of events to their advantage.

But Karkat had a better plan lined up it seems, was trying to sway public opinion. Alas, maybe it was just never to be. Jane controls the media, after all.

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Oooooooh! What is Karkat's plan.

Is he trying to make John endorse the troll side of things? What an idea, that he might take Jake's place in the grand scheme, and be the one with the biggest sway.

I don't think he suddenly thought of how John used to say things like the timeline didn't matter. Not sure he even was around for those events.

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Oh wow, we're actually going to see John here :D Dear god.

So, Roxy lives by the water, and her house resembles her old one. Her car is pink, but of course.

And Harry Anderson has an ostentatious getaway car all of his own. I wonder what it looks like - something to do with his interests? Would be interesting to see! (In before pogo ride car.)

I don't suppose this scene is the one that played out near the end of the epilogues - Harry Anderson wouldn't really be up for a car ride if his friends are about to show up, right?

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.... Awwwwwww, it IS! That's beautiful. Yeah, actually, between family and friends, it's hard picking. I understand fully Harry Anderson. You go take care now.

Cool that we got an actual link BACK to an epilogue page, though! Didn't think we'd mix mediums like THAT, actually.

Awesome we finally get to see Adult John in the flesh, it's taken 180 pages.

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Ahahahahaha, Harry Anderson's texting during the drive. He's sent his mom out on an errand, so the kids will end up

...

WAIT FOR IT.

...

Homestuck. 8)

Home alone.

"the funniest shit he's ever done", pfffff. So weird to have such a different view on John. A valid one, for sure, but such a different one.

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She changed outfits! Now Roxy REALLY looks like Mom.

... Do not mind the sneak(er)s in the bushes.

Roxy probably was okay with going out so Harry Anderson would be content on his return. She knows it'll be an emotional affair.

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... Pffff, poor, poor Tavros. Still, Vrissy actually had a very good reason not to want to meet up at his place, like ever.

... The next command oh my god.

We're definitely in Act 1 - like escapades now.

Of course, the room HAS to examine itself - there's no one in it yet! :O

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Uuuuuuuuuhhhh....

That isn't Harry Anderson's room, is it?

Unless he likes to dress up, of course!

I see a lot of movie posters, both troll & human. (Hi, Pokémon!)

Lot's of shoes & hats, some boots. The window looks like the one in Rose's old room, in fact. So, like, is it Roxy's? Or someone else's entirely?

...

Woooow.

I see.

Musical theaters, huh? Ambitious and lofty goals! And hey, at least it overlaps with both of his parents' interests a bit! Well, needling was an interest of Rose (after John gave her the needling sticks), but still, I think Roxy's good at it too.

And of course his friends do not really share his interests, just like old times.

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Sprites for Vrissy and Tavros! Awesome. His hair is really slick.

... Good thinking Tav, yes, Jane would definitely be able to track you through your phone.

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Teenage horseshittery stops for no mortal terror. :D

Filters? In my Homestuck? The odds are higher than you'd think!

PPPPpPffffff, so, I was convinced Vriska was going to steal a hat, but she's actually trying out all the scarfs. Vriska: Accessorize.

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Oooooh boy. Vrissy's getting kind of self conscious now, with Vriska around. The girl needs to figure some things out about her life on the double, or the Serket's going to tear it all apart at the seams.

(Also, of course Vriska will keep the teal scarf/bandana.)

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Awwww yeah, there he is. The young man of the bedroom. Right, he has a scarf too.

Heehee, the idea that Harry Anderson had to confess his deepest truths to keep John from finding out about the shit his friends are in. ... He probably did so because John'd know Harry Anderson would be or get involved, I guess.

It's so great to see both Tavros and Harry Anderson so supportive of Vrissy. And semi-supportive of each other Shows what a healthy troll romantic polyamorous relationship can look like!

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There he is. The man, the myth, the legend. So cool to see him like this.

So, wait, I just realized. What phone is John even receiving Karkat's buzzing on? Since Vriska took his phone. Maybe he truly has taken a page out of Jade's book and has 5 different computing devices on him at all times. Like a sensible person.

But what's even better, is that instead of Karkat chewing him out over his ignorance first, he actually directs John to watch the news. Hilarious that apparently, most of the time, Harry Anderson is the instigator of the messes Tavros and Vrissy find themselves in.

Now to see John's reaction at Gamzee's demise.

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Well, I didn't think GIDDY would describe his reaction, but here we are!

...

Hahahahhah, John realizes Harry Anderson knew. And he thinks the whole thing is HILARIOUS. PFfffffff

Does he think that maybe this is the pivotal moment that could launch this timeline back into relevance? :P

I think it might also be such a wild scene it genuinely serves as a release for a lot of that pent-up darkness in him, through laughter.

The most mirthful thing Gamzee has ever been responsible for, basically.

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Wooow.

John has RESOLVE now.

He's really going to try to take on Jane's regime together with Karkat, isn't he? :D This gonna be good.

John's gotten a second wind after patching things a bit up with Roxy and Harry Anderson. (Still, I'm sad some of the deep, personal stuff Harry Anderson had to share wasn't shown, but oh well.)

Time for him to get his act together! I like it when John goes all out. Even when just described in text, like Meat John vs Lord English, or Candy John vs Jade in Tavros' room.

Next chapter seems like it could focus on Rose and Kanaya, so things'll stay focused on the Candy path a little longer. Me like.

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b00mingsystem · 7 years

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Hoverboards and Ice Cream

Ok this is my first time writing anything like this so it might suck I’m sorry (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ This legit took me years to write because I couldn’t control my feels mork why do you do this to me ㅠㅠ Also the ending is terrible but I wasn’t sure how to end it - if you guys want request a sequel and I’ll see what I can do! (*￣∀￣)

You sat on the arm of the sofa just outside SHINee’s waiting room, scrolling through your Instagram feed, your favourite song playing softly into your ears through your headphones. Completely oblivious to your surroundings, you were immersed in the music, shyly jamming along to the beat with a small smile on your lips. You had been waiting for your brother Minho to finish practicing for the SMTOWN concert for almost 3 hours, but you didn’t mind the wait since you were pretty accustomed to it. In fact, you enjoyed the time you got to spend by yourself, with no interruptions, allowing you to completely zone out and relax. Your soft brown hair was tied up into a low ponytail, with a few strands hanging loosely at the front framing your face. You lifted your slender fingers to your face softly brushing the hairs away from your face and unknowingly fiddled with the hem of your dress as your eyes grazed over the pictures on your screen.

Mark rode his hover board back and forth through the hallway, brows furrowed, tongue peaking out from between his lips, both signs of his intense concentration. He had finished his group practice with NCT Dream and was now waiting for NCT 127's turn. He hated using his time aimlessly so he picked up his book of lyrics and his hover board and rode away from NCT’s waiting room in search of any kind of inspiration. Two hours had passed since he started and he was still stuck in the same place with no signs of a sudden revelation. Exasperated, he closed his book and bent down to the floor, arms hugging his knees, eyes on the floor. Sighing, he straightened himself and started riding forward, unsure of where he’s headed but wanting to go anywhere. His eyes shift to his pockets as he tried to fish out his headphones, unaware of the girl in the white dress sitting on the sofa in front of him. As his arms reached into his pockets, his body leaned forward ever so slightly, causing the hover board to pick up its pace. So focused on untangling the mess of wires in his hands, he didn’t realise how fast he was going until his eyes slightly shifted up to you, causing them to widen in shock. Jumping off his board, he tried in vain to avoid a collision. The poor kid tripped over his own feet and flew over to you, his arms wrapping around your sides as his body pushed yours onto the sofa.

The impact of his body on yours shook you out of your trance rather harshly, causing you to let out a soft gasp as the two of you fell onto the sofa. You looked up at him wide eyed, trying to process what just happened, unaware of the warmth spreading across your cheeks. Mark, equally as shocked as you, had one arm around your waist and the other next to your head, barely supporting his weight over your body. “Are you okay?!” he half whispered, his eyes wide, as he scans your face, his brows furrowed in worry. Realising how close the two of your faces were, his cheeks grew hot and he mumbled how sorry he was and how he should have been paying more attention. By this time, you had only half recovered from the shock and were starting to process the features of the boy hovering above you. How his blonde hair covered his wide eyes slightly, how his forehead was creased with worry, how his cheeks were slightly pink in embarrassment. Your eyes widened in shock when you realised who this boy was. NCT was one of your favourite groups at the moment, and Mark Lee made you weak at the knees. Averting your eyes out of embarrassment, you mumble a soft “It’s okay, I’m fine”, unable to hide how flustered you were.

Suddenly you felt something warm drop onto your cheek, once, then again. Confused, you look up to the boy and gasp “your nose is bleeding!!!”. Pushing him off of you and reaching into your bag to grab your handkerchief, you swiftly cover his nose with the white cloth, your forehead crinkling in concern. Poor Mark was still catching his balance after you pushed him up when you gently pushed him back down onto the sofa. “Are you okay??” you giggled softly, your dimples showing themselves, as he stared up at you with wide eyes. “I’m fine thanks” he replied softly, looking away as a blush crept onto his cheeks, “it’s happened before so I’m used to it”. Frowning slightly at his words you slowly tilt his head trying to stop the blood from flowing out, your lips pouting slightly in concentration

The two of you grew quiet, with you concentrating on treating Mark and with Mark sneaking flustered glances at your features, trying to stay cool, though on the inside he was screaming at how cute you looked with your brows furrowed and pouted lips. The comfortable silence was broken suddenly by your ringtone echoing through the hallway. Glancing at your phone, your heart sank as you realised you had to leave. Glancing at his features one last time, savouring every second you had left, you smiled softly. “Make sure to keep your nose blocked for some more time! Also go see the on-site medic just in case!” You say softly with a sad smile. You grabbed your bag and walked away before Mark could even realise you had to leave. His disappointment was clear as his eyes followed your figure as you walked towards the exit.

Even after meeting up with your brother and his group, you couldn’t stop thinking about the cute blonde boy you had met earlier in the day. You sighed for the 100th time, earning a disapproving look from your brother which quickly turned into his own sigh as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder in silent support. “I don’t know what it is, but I do know that my little sister is too young to be sighing like that every 5 seconds” he said with a chuckle. “Yeah come on Y/N! Lighten up a little bit” Taemin said as he pulled a funny face, earning a giggle from you. The rest of the boys relaxed as you smiled, and continued to try to make you laugh, causing you to momentarily forget about Mark.

Mark, on the other hand, had only you on his mind. He was so immersed in his thoughts about you, he kept bumping into the other members, much to the annoyance of Donhyuck. “Hyuuuung! What is wrong with you??” Donghyuck let out an exasperated sigh, “You even messed up the choreography during practice! That’s completely unlike you, are you okay??” Mark could do nothing but sigh, images of you flashing through his mind. “It’s fine” he started, “I just have some stuff on my mind”, he said with a weak smile. “Hyung, you don’t look too well, are you ok? Is it because of your nosebleed earlier?” Jeno asked, concern all over his face. Mark waved his hand shaking his head to brush it off, but the Dream members were not easily convinced. Chenle back hugged Mark as Jisung patted his head, which made Mark smile softly, thinking how lucky he was to have such great members.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Johnny came up to Mark. “Hey Mark, Y/N’s asking for you?” Johnny said, confused because he didn’t know Mark knew Y/N. Johnny was pretty close to Taemin, so he had seen Y/N on many occasions but he was sure the other NCT members didn’t know who she was. “Who??” Mark asked, confused. “Minho sunbaenims little sister?” Johnny replied, “She’s waiting outside, just go see her first”. Exchanging confused glances with Donghyuck, Mark walked to the door and stepped outside the waiting room. “Mark! Are you okay now??” You asked softly as you walked up to him. Mark’s eyes widen as he sees you, his heart doing summersaults in his chest as his cheeks grow hot. “You don’t look well…” You started, as your hands reached up to his face. Softly brushing his cheeks, you looked into his eyes in concern. “You really shouldn’t overwork yourself Mark”, you said quietly. Mark’s breath was caught in his throat at your hands and how close you were to him. “Um… Thanks for earlier”, he managed to squeak, his eyes darting from side to side, unable to look you in the eyes. “Don’t worry about it”, you started, your ears red as you reached into your bag fishing for the cookie you were saving for later. “You’re blood sugar levels are probably pretty low after that so you should eat this”, you say, smiling shyly up at the tall boy. Blushing, he cleared his throat awkwardly as he mumbled a small “thanks”. His fingers brushed against yours as he took the cookie from you, sending sparks through your body. Your cheeks grew hot and the two of you avoided each others’ eyes in an attempt to hide your nervousness. You both stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do but not wanting the moment to end. “Um… Y/N?” Johnny’s voice caused the two of you to jump. Turning around, your eyes met his and you greeted him with a wide smile. Mark’s heart sank at how brightly you were smiling at someone who wasn’t him, and he felt a pain in his chest as Johnny slipped his arms around you, leaning his head on yours. You hung out with the rest of NCT for a while as Johnny wouldn’t let you go without being introduced to the rest of the members. Mark sat quietly across you, observing the way you interacted with each member, the way your dimples showed themselves as you laughed at Taeil’s horrible puns, the way you leaned your head against Johnny’s shoulder every now and then. The only thought running through Mark’s mind was how much he wished you would do all these things for him and only for him. After about 30 minutes, it was time for NCT 127's rehearsal and the boys started to get ready to head up to the stage. They started piling out of the room heading towards the stage to get their mics. You watched them leave, fiddling with your fingers, when you felt someone grab your arm softly. Looking up, your eyes meet Mark’s as he looks down at you. “Do you, um, do you want to grab some ice cream after we’re done?” he asked shyly, his eyes darting across your face in anticipation of your response, “I mean, only if you want to, I don’t want to force you, you know you’re probably busy—“ “I’d love to!” You reply, a shy smile spreading across your face that melts his nervousness away. A wide smile spread across his face as his cheeks reddened, his face unable to hide his relief and excitement.

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