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shamelessler · 2 years

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🧸Baby Brother🧸

Fandom: WBB

Agere fic

It was a bright sunny day, the kind of day Grizz and Panda loved. Grizz woke up bright and early, dragging Panda out bed like usual and excitedly hurried to the kitchen. "Oh, whats for

breakfast? I'm starving." Panda smiled but the smile quickly fell when they saw the kitchen a mess like Ice bear had tried and failed to make breakfast and there he was, curled up on a chair.

"Little bro?" Grizz rushed to Ice bear, and touching his arm gently and pulled back when he jumped at the touch and looked up at his brothers with his tearstained face.

"Woah woah what happened?" Grizz asked worriedly and Panda joined his side.

"Yeah, are you okay?"

Ice bear looked away, his eyes flooding with tears as he hid his face in his knees. Grizz and Panda gave each other startled looks before worry washed over their faces and they turned back to their sniffling little brother.

"Hey hey, do you wanna take a break?" Grizz asked softly.

Ice bear peeked at Grizz and nodded, wiping tears with the back of his paw. Ice bear stood up, following Grizz to the living room. Grizz looked back at his brother in surprise when he felt a paw wrap around his own and offered a small smile to Ice bear who looked away in embarrassment. Grizz lead him to the couch and set up pillows around the two of them and turned on his favorite ice skating show. Grizz sat down next to his brother and he felt Ice bears head immediately lie on his shoulder. Grizz soon realized something was up, because his little brother would never be this touchy.

Ice bear was shaking, trying to grab onto something. Grizz noticed and took Ice bears paw and squeezed it and Ice bear froze and Grizz felt a squeeze back. It wasn't long before Panda had returned from cleaning the kitchen up the best he could and glanced at the two on the couch and took a seat on Ice bears other side. The two brothers knew it was best to let Ice bear just enjoy the lul in conversation since words tended to stress him out even farther. Eventually the show ended and Ice bear took a deep breath and snuggled deeper into Grizz's side.

"You comfy?" Panda said, his tone filled with hesitation but was returned with no answer.

He took a closer look at his brother and realized he'd fallen asleep.

"He's sleeping." Panda muttered to Grizz and the two of them sighed out in relief.

"What do you think is going on with him?" Grizz pondered with great confusion towards the shift in personality.

"Well...I didn't want to say anything in the moment but I think it's agere." Panda exclaimed.

"I don't speak internet slang, Pan Pan." Grizz informed quite matter of factly.

Panda groaned softly as he rolled his eyes, "Age regression. Where someone reverts to a childlike state. It's normally triggered by stress or trauma of some sort. At least in his case I think that's why it happened with him whether or not."

Grizz hummed thoughtfully, "How'd you know that?"

"I'm not stupid, Grizz." Panda scoffed. "But I do have a couple friends who use it as a coping mechanism." He added quickly.

"Well I for one think that if our little bro is our baby bro for a while that'd be awesome." Grizz exclaimed proudly.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if he'd want like...toys or.." Panda mumbled to himself, quickly scanning Targets website for baby stuff.

"You mean- rattles and stuff? Would he like that?" Grizz questioned looking at his baby brothers sleeping face.

"Guess we'll find out, I just put in a Target order." Panda grinned, showing the cart to Grizz.

"Aw, thats adorable. He'll love that, for sure."

Panda nodded in agreement, "Well I'll go pick up the order. Good luck while I'm gone."

Panda waved goodbye and Grizz smiled confidently, "Won't need it, I'm great with this kinda stuff."

Panda laughed shortly on his way out, "Ha, if you say so."

Grizz was about to retort but Panda was already out the door.

"Yeah you better leave...I'll prove I'm a good older bro." Grizz looked to Ice bear and he felt his heart melt. He'd never seen him so relaxed before.

"I promise to protect you, bud." Grizz kissed the top of his fuzzy head.

Panda hummed thoughtfully at the rows of paci's as he mumbled to himself, "Too bright...too small...too- I don't even know what that is.."

After a couple minutes of scanning the shelves his eyes lit up at a soft blue penguin paci and he quickly snatched it off the shelf and put it in his tote. He strolled down the isles, grabbing anything he thought his brother might enjoy. He stopped when his eyes fell on a small blue seal plushie with a small wistful frown and whiskers poking out with two button eyes adorning it's perfect oval head with a frail body and floppy tail. The stuffed animal looked completely disregarded, like some kid left it there after their mom said no. Panda held it carefully in his paws as if it were a new born baby and placed it in the bag carefully and rushed off to check out.

Grizz sighed, still holding his sleeping baby brothers paw. How was he supposed to prove he was a good big brother if said little brother was sleeping all the time? Grizz hummed softly as he weighed the pros and cons of waking up his brother but in the end the cons outweighed the pros. Oh well.

Grizz took his free paw and stroked the top of his brothers head, "Hey, bud?"

Ice bear huffed, blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes and looking up at Grizz.

"Mm..?" He murmured softly.

"How are you doin'?" Grizz questioned.

Ice bear responded with a simple thumbs up and Grizz laughed softly.

"Pan Pan went to the store for a couple things so it's just you and me, bud." Grizz explained once he noticed Ice bear looking around for a certain missing bear.

Ice bear frowned and Grizz quickly said, "But we can have fun without him. We could...make a fort where Pan Pan isn't allowed."

A small smile spread across the cub's face and Grizz smiled back mischieviously, "Hehe..."

Panda finally had gotten to check out and groaned at the long line before hearing a frail voice call out, "Open line over here, deary!" He rushed over to the old woman who'd called him over and thanked her. "Oh it's not problem really.." Her voice trailed off once she saw the items he'd gotten. She smiled, "Oh, do you have a baby waiting for you at home?" Panda's face quickly reddened, "NO!" He called out but rephrased, "I-I mean...He's- not mine persay.." Panda fumbled as he played with his paws anxiously. The lady laughed, "Oh I get it dear, you must be his uncle." Panda sighed with relief, "Y-Yuup...He just loves his old uncle Panda.." The woman nodded, "How sweet." She finished bagging all the stuff and gave the bag to Panda and she wished Panda well with his so called neiphew.

Panda opened the door to the cave and his eyes widened in confusion due to the huge lump of blankets and pillows in the living room and hushed giggles from inside the lump.

"Grizz? What-.."

"Password?"

"Grizz come out."

"Wrong."

"Come on man! Don't do this again."

"Wrong again."

"I have stuff for someone." Panda chimed and soon something came crawling out of the lump to look at Panda's bag.

Grizz followed behind Ice bear, "Wait, no stick to the plan don't let the goodies tempt you!..."

Ice bear blinked in shock at Panda shyly holding up the Target bag with stuffies and paci's sticking out. Tears began cascading down his cheeks and panic flashed over his older brothers faces until Ice bear hugged Panda tightly and Panda looked down to see his baby brother smiling. He glanced at Grizz with a reasuring smile and nodded as Grizz let out a relieved sigh.

"We...We learned about age regression, buddy. We want to take care of you for once." Grizz offered a small smile and Ice bear turned to look at Panda wearing the same smile.

Ice bear blushed deeply and looked away shyly.

"Hey, it's okay. We're supportive, we love little you just as much as big you." Panda reassured.

"Plus you're adorable." Grizz teased, giving a small poke to his baby brothers tummy and smiled at the happy squeak it caused.

"Come on, let's check out the haul!" Grizz said, excitedly taking the bag from Panda.

Panda took Ice bears hand carefully and lead him to the couch so they could open all of Ice bears new toys in honor of being small at long last.

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yay! the first of many agere fics on my blog!<3 sorry this one seemed rushed i was just so excited to write it. yes there will be more baby ice bear i am not done with his baby arc yet

#sfw agere #agere we bare bears #regressor ice bear #weewooweewoo

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jacksdinonuggets · 7 months

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I'm pretty proud of this work so imma repost it here. It's on my Ao3 and wattpad.

Anyways, Amity ends up slipping really small from repressing her little side. Luckily she has friends that will help.

Takes place in season one. But quick warning, there is mentions of 'protection' in this. It is SFW!! I'm trying to include it a little bit more so no part of the agere community will feel left out. Also I've been like, somewhat interested in trying them. I probably won't get them though.

ANYWAYS, here's the story

Really Small

It was a semi-sunny day out. Lots of people were outside and enjoying the somewhat chilly weather. Unfortunately, there was one person who did not want to enjoy this weather. Her name was Amity. She was always stuck inside studying or reading. Being the perfect student had its expectations. And those expectations made her want to be the best at everything without taking breaks. It had been a month or two since she last took a little break. She needed to but refused.

However, Luz decided that she needed to get out. So she made Amity meet her at the market so they could goof around or something. Amity never really saw the purpose of meeting up with someone and not having an activity planned. But she begrudgingly did so.

As she walked towards the market, she couldn’t help but feel a slight uneasiness. It wasn’t anything big, just a weird feeling. It felt more like a childish impulse than something bad. However, she pushed that feeling down and continued on with her day.

When she finally got to the market, it was loud and crowded. The feeling she felt before kept coming back. She pushed it down more in order to not embarrass herself in public. Was it because she hadn’t regressed in a while? She didn’t know. Her coping mechanism was something she often refused to do in order to get things done.

She looked down at her map and realized that she was still far away from where Luz told her to meet up at. Groaning slightly, she put it away and continued her journey to her friend.

As she walked, she passed by more booths that advertised stuff. She was too focused on one and accidentally bumped into someone. She fell on her bottom when she crashed into them.

“Watch where you’re going!” The person rudely remarked. They turned around and Amity got a good look at who they were. It was none other than Boscha, her former friend. AKA the asshole. Well, Amity used to be an asshole but at least she changed! Boscha just got more jerk-like.

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry? Did that human make you sensitive? I knew she was a bad influence,” Boscha said in a snarky voice.

“Hey! She’s not a bad influence! And I’m not sensitive! My face just so happens to look depressed today!” Amity retorted, trying to get back up again.

“You don’t look depressed, you look like a baby who’s gotten their candy stolen,” Boscha said before lightly kicking Amity back down. This made her face go red with anger and humility. Her eyes felt glossy and wet.

“Ugh, You’re so weird. I don’t understand how anyone can like you now,” Boscha insulted her in an obnoxious voice.

“I don’t have time for weaklings like you,” said Boscha before walking away, leaving Amity alone on the market floor.

Amity whimpered, still sitting on the dirty floor of the market. She pushed her little side down even more and tried to continue on without making a big deal about a simple insult. But Just from Boscha’s comment, she felt hated. As if her existence was worthless. Boscha always knew how to get under Amity’s skin

She kept on walking, refusing to let her childish impulses in. While she passed multiple booths, and saw all the people and families, she began feeling a sense of loneliness. It was unexplainable. It was like she was homesick but for a caregiver. Her throat and vocal chords kept trying to whimper. She didn’t know why she was feeling this way. Its like everything was too much.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she saw Luz waiting for her by a bench. When the latina saw the green-haired witch, she jumped up and ran in for a hug.

“Amity! I was wondering if you were going to show up!” She admitted, bringing the girl into an embrace. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize how much that hug had impacted Amity.

When Amity felt the warmth and love coming from Luz’s hug, something inside her snapped. As if a strand of a string broke. Thats when the waterfall came. The tears came out uncontrollably. She leaned heavily on her friend and hugged her tight. The weight of everything and pushing her coping mechanism back, made her involuntarily slip. She had no control of it.

When Luz felt something wet drip onto her shoulder, she immediately knew something was wrong. However, she didn't want to interrupt her friend's crying sesh. So she lifted her up and carried her into Eda's tent nearby.

Once they were out of sight in the darkish fort, Amity clung to Luz and started to wail and bawl more than a sob. Luz sat her down on her lap and rocked her gently back and forth, trying to calm the little down.

Eda peeked in with a concerned look on her face. She had seen Luz rush into the tent with her upset friend in her arms.

"Is baby blight okay?" King asked, popping out from Eda's hair. Amity had started to calm down a bit because she seemed to be getting quieter.

"I don't think so," Luz answered back.

But then Amity babbled something that no one could understand.

"Do you want Eda and King to leave?" Luz asked her, guessing that was what she was saying. However she shook her head.

So Eda quickly packed her table up (so no one would bother them) and sat inside with the kids.

After what felt like an eternity of back rubs, rocking, group hugging, and kind words encouraging her, Amity had stopped crying and only made small whimpers now and then.

"Hey, cariño. How old do you feel right now?" Luz asked. She knew exactly what was going on since she was a flip. Amity was probably overwhelmed and regressed or something along those lines. So right when Amity started to act abnormal and younger, she knew what was going on.

The green-haired girl held up 1 finger but then 2 and 1 again. She babbled an,

"I 'unno!"

Luckily for her, Eda was very educated in age regression and even had a small room in the owl house for regressors. It was only available for Littles who were close to her though like Luz, Raine, and Lilith.

“Thank you, sweetie. Would you be okay if we moved to somewhere more comfortable?” Eda prompted. She wanted Amity to be able to regress in a safer, more private, place. She knew how scared Raine would get when they started to slip in public.

Amity, feeling semi-verbal, just nodded, still clinging tightly to Luz’s shirt as Luz lifted her up. When the got outside of the tent, Eda picked it all up with her magic and put it all in her hair. Then she got out owlbert so they could fly home.

Amity was practically super glued to Luz during the whole ride. Since she wasn’t in a palisman seat, she felt really unsafe during the flight and was holding on tight.

Once they got to the owl house, Luz carried Amity to the Little Room while Eda made her a sippy cup of warm diary-free milk. She was glad she had the portal so she could easily get stuff for free. The Little items on the boiling isles were a bit more expensive than the ones in the human realm.

When Luz carried Amity into the Little Room, she sat her down on the bed with sides before grabbing some things. When she got out an adult pull-up, Amity flushed and whined.

“Why do i ‘eed dat?” she complained. She could be a big girl! She was pretty sure she was potty trained! That was still something, right? she was feeling 1-2, so it was normal.

“its just in case you forget you need to go, or have an accident. We also don’t know how well you’ll be able to communicate your needs. And they might be comforting. Don’t be embarrassed though. I use night time pads when I feel small!” Luz reassured her. Luz was a flip and sometimes slipped really small, so she knew what it was like. She just hoped that there weren’t any kinks in the isles. It really pissed her off when people thought these little items were nsfw related. She hoped Amity didn’t know about any of that stuff. It can traumatize a kid.

“O-otay…” Amity answered.

Luz helped her get changed into more comfy little clothes and gave her a pacifier and clipped it to her onesie. Amity didn’t seem too tired so she let her down to play with some of the toys in the chest. When she was playing with a couple blocks on the foam puzzle floor next to the toy chest, Eda came in with the sippy. Amity seemed to be really thirsty because she made grabby hands for it when she saw her. Eda smiled at the cute antics and was glad that Baby Blight was feeling better.

After Eda gave Amity the sippy cup, she sat down next to her and pulled out a book from her hair. Amity saw it as a cool magic trick and clapped her hands together, giggling.

“Do you want a story, little one?” she asked. Amity nodded and curled up in Eda’s chest. Luz was smiling and crying because of the adorableness.

Eda just glared at her student before beginning the story. While listening to the book, Amity drank the warm milk from her sippy. It started to make her feel tired. Eventually she ended up falling asleep in Eda’s lap. Luz took a couple pictures with her phone before Eda tucked the girl into the bed. Amity clung to Eda’s arm though. So with Luz’s quick thinking, she indiana jones’ed Eda’s arm with a stuffy. Amity curled up with her knees and stuffy to her chest and suckled on her pacifier peacefully as Luz and Eda shut the lights off, plugged in the night light, and left the girl to sleep.

#age regression #safe agere #sfw agere #the owl house #toh agere #amity blight #the owl house age regression #agere fanfic #little amity #cg eda #cg Luz #agere writing #toh age regression #age regression fic #sfw cglre #sfw agere pull ups

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marshmellowtea · 1 year

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What's the non sexual age play tag? Or is that what the tag is? (Asking because I want to look in it for genuine reasons not hate reasons)

that's what the tag is called, yeah. it's an ao3 tag that i frequent a lot because that's where a lot of age regression fics end up—i don't think a lot of younger people realize this, but before there was a significant, distinct age regression community, things that we now just consider age regression would just be lumped under sfw age play/cgl. that was technically a kink community, though, and eventually people realized that no, age regression is its own distinct thing that a lot of minors wanted to partake in for a variety of reasons, and people started to branch off into their own genuinely sfw, non-kink affiliated communities like cglre and chire and such. at least, that's the way i experienced it growing up and watching these communities divide, so idk if that's universal, that's just what i saw happen on tumblr.

i have.....some things i could say about the way it rose up and the harm it has done to contribute to this general atmosphere of hostility toward kink and adult spaces it's caused, but on its own, i really don't think it's inherently a bad thing for these spaces to have their own names and rules. that's not really my beef here, and i'm gonna.....reel in this side of the discussion before i go on a tangent here.

what is prevalent is that since age regression as we know it today wasn't really a thing when ao3 started, most fics that would be considered genuine, nonsexual regression ended up under the non-sexual age play tag, and because agere being a community of its own is still a relatively new phenomenon, it just kind of stuck that way. most "proper" age regression fics end up under the nsap tag, while the actual age regression tag is grouped with de-aging and thus generally implies physical regression. that doesn't mean you can't use it for mental regression, though—i actually generally prefer to use both tags on my agere fics—but it definitely has a different connotation than the one most people want for their agere fics.

i go into all this to say that there are people, probably mostly younger people, probably people who aren't aware of this history, who seem outright disgusted by the fact this is the case. i don't wanna demonize people for being uncomfortable with the tag—age play is still technically a kink term and age regression is generally understood to be separate from kink nowadays, and so it's perfectly fair to be uncomfortable with that!—but the problem comes when people do use this tag, claiming they're being ~forced~ into doing so (ao3 doesn't really force you to use any tags but okay), and throw big whiny fits about how their fic isn't ICKY AGE PLAY but rather PURE, WHOLESOME AGE REGRESSION, they're not DISGUSTING for using this tag cuz it's out of their hands, they can't help it, and isn't ao3 so wrong for making them do this???? they really should've fixed this by now, just more proof the site is evil!!!1!.....nevermind the fact there have been attempts to make a separate age regression tag for the agere community (that have mostly failed because people haven't properly mobilized to make them usable, but still), and that, once again, ao3 isn't making you use the damn tag in the first place and if you're that uncomfortable with it, then why are you using it at all?

it's....more a matter of tone, and also a complete and utter lack of self awareness that bugs me. there are people who do this in a less self pitying, virtue signaling way by putting a small a small "age regression not age play" in the tags that still kind of make me roll my eyes, but it doesn't feel as irritating to me as the people putting full on rants in the tags about using a tag no one is making them use in the first place. and, of course, they'll use the excuse of "well, it's the most popular tag, i do have to use it!!!" which is just a silly argument to me because they're just openly admitting their exchanging their personal discomfort for hits, which is....a superficial reason to use a tag that gives you an apparent full on meltdown, honestly.

sorry for going off on your very simple ask about this topic hglkdsajfkl, it's just......one i'm passionate about and i never really had the chance to properly express all my feelings on it. like i said, i really don't want to demonize people's very valid discomfort, it's just the hypocrisy and the lack of giving a shit of how we go to this point that bothers me. they don't care about why this tag is the most popular tag, they're just mad that it is. this isn't even getting into the kink negativity aspect of it all, but i think i've rambled long enough, so i'll stop here now.

#once again sorry for the long response #it's just important to me that you understand why their complaining bothers me #i get the discomfort i really do but......this is how we've done it for a while and there's a reason for that #i'm open to the age regression community creating a 'proper' tag for fics but they haven't really done that yet so for now nsap is #just going to be the most ubiquitous option for us right now #anyway yeah. sorry gldksjfkl #marshy gets asks #anonymous #long post

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brightorangetea · 8 months

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Dearest Tea:

Many times you've expressed fascination with the monstrously large fic himi and I are writing (made more monstrous in concept since she's writing in her second language.)

I saw your tag under a post asking for more weird asks, so I figured I would tell you about our silly little fic, here are a few highlights, and some out of context general facts.

For starters the word count on The Fic is but a scratch on the surface. There's thousands and thousands more words of world building, including alternate scenes we couldn't make up our mind on.

Without further ado:

Shura jumps out a multi story window. Her cockiness knows no bounds. This does not go well for her.

The ending involves somewhat secretive world domination. I also execute angel in great detail in front of a crowd.

We have many thousands of words intricately detailing a vampire biology that is joyfully and needlessly complex, to the point that I'll most likely write a guide that goes with the fic in lieu of figuring out how to work it all into the story. No other piece of vamp media EVER has as much detail as we do. Nothing else holds a candle to it in concept, there are a few similar fics, but none so long and detailed.

Toudou Saburota has 12 teeth pulled out in great detail, it is a scene I happen to be particularly proud of, and one of the first ones I wrote. Without further elaboration, Lucifer is the one who undertakes this task.

Renzou is still a conniving and backstabbing little shit. It bites him in the ass extremely thoroughly and he comes to regret his choices beyond comprehension (again, Lucifer adjacent statement).

Don't do drugs kids, or do, these guys certainly are. (Vampire blood is psychoactive in certain situations.)

Yuri's death is still fucked up, but Different, and death is never truly the end.

Running from apex predators is never a good idea. No one ever seems to learn this.

Egyn, Azazel, Beelzebub and Iblis are all OCs of himi's from before we knew what they were like in canon.

Blood. So much of it. Everywhere. (Obviously ✨).

Wish shiro lived? This is the fic for you!

Frustrated with Yukio and wish he had consequences for his actions? This is also the fic for you. I cannot express how much this applies, we took Get His Ass very seriously.

The genre could best be described as soft horror, or dark fluff. No idea what you know about the agere fic community, especially the non-con side of it. Know this part's kind of a bomb shell since we (said community) don't tend to surface in popular fandom very often or at all for obvious reasons, but figured I'd put it out there so you could back out before you get too invested if that's something you don't want to go near.

I can't think of anything else currently. Do with this information what you will, I like to share things and you expressed interest. I hope you enjoyed, or are at least more psyched to see what we're up to.

Sincerely and with friendship,

EyeballsToEntrails

To my friend EyeballsToEntrails, Thank you so much for the ask! It came at a time where I needed something interesting to read and you really delivered.

I have no idea what most of this means if I'm going to be honest, but as you already know, I'm not one to read tags or even read things in order, so as long as your fic stays as entertaining as these little snippets seem, I will still be looking forward to when you eventually finish and post. Thousands and thousands of words...damn

Sincerely,

Brightorangetea

#cw gore #ask #text

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eeunoia · 3 years

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Hi. Can I request a Jay fic just like Ni-ki's in "Enhypen as Campus Hearthrobs" and can it be with Sunghoon? Tysm <3

I love your stories so much. Take care always! I love you 💜

hello bb, here you go! Jay’s kind of a playboy here. But still the concept is still there. Btw, enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting anon! Ily <3

ENHYPEN Imagines

pairing: jay park x reader

summary: you were in love with the campus playboy and he wanted nothing but plain hook ups.

warning: a bit spicy.

word count: 5.5k

a/n: It was long, lmao sorry. This was a request from the concept of Niki’s in my campus heart-throb series. You guys seems like to love his plot a lot because this was the second time it was requested. Anyway, enjoy reading this! 🌸

“Y/n!” you rolled your eyes when you heard the voice of your brother from outside of your room. Instead of responding, you continued flipping through the pages of the book you were holding and ignored him.

“Y/n!” he once again called out and you can’t hold it anymore so you shoot glares towards your door.

“What do you want?” you hissed at him.

“Aren’t you at least gonna send me off? Give me some hug or something?” you’re not quite sure if he’s being sincere or he’s trying to piss you off.

You let go of the book and marched towards the door to open it. There, in front of you was your twin brother, all dressed up, ready to go out and party.

“You should know that’s the last thing I would want to do, Jake Sim!” you glared hardly at him.

He sighed, “I’m not bringing you tonight.” his decision was firm as he put both of his hands inside his leather jacket then leaned over the wall.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Why not? I promised to behave tonight.” you looked straight to his serious eyes.

Jake shut his eyes for a while before he let out a sigh, “No. I want to party hard tonight and I cannot do that if all I can think about is my sister.”

He was always the protective brother. Maybe the fact that he went out minutes earlier than you gave him an instinct that he’s older and that he has to protect you at all cost.

You pursed your lips and leaned over your door frame and stare at him. “You don’t even need to look after me. I have friends there too and besides, Jay will be there!” your voice sound so excited when Jay’s name went out from your mouth.

Jake’s stares became more serious as he eyed you. He was pretty much aware about your feelings towards one of his best friends. He’s not against it but he also not saying he won’t interfere if it’s already hurting you.

He clenched his jaw, stares not leaving you, “Jay won’t be able to look after you as well. He’s gonna get laid tonight, y/n.” he straightly told you. When it comes to the activities of his friends, he was not gonna lie about them. If anything, you need to be aware that Jay isn’t the type of guy who will settle with one girl.

You gulped, trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat and to mask out the sudden pain that took over your chest. You knew about how wild of a teen-ager Jay is and how hard it is to handle him. But you also think that if you give up on him pretty much quickly, it wouldn’t be worth it.

“What taking you guys so long?” both of your heads snapped over to the person who just appeared at the hallway.

It was Park Sunghoon, one of the best friends of your twin brother. He’s looking so handsome as always, seems like he’s also ready to party hard tonight. You rolled your eyes inside your mind, you don’t want to think about how many girls will he get tonight. You bet they will kneel before him without him even asking.

There’s a mischievous smile plastered over his face as he eyed his friend then over at you. His eyes then went over to your pajamas and it now furrowed hardly.

“Why are you in your pj’s, y/n?” he asked confused as he walked closer to you.

You pouted and looked back over to your brother. Jake looked over his friend, “She’s not coming.” he said right away that made both you and Sunghoon to look at him.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon asked and stood beside you like as if he’s on your side. Well, he is always taking your side.

“She just can’t, dude. I wanna party hard tonight.” Jake huffed out a stressed groan as Sunghoon slowly smiled at him.

“I can look after her.” he volunteered that made you smile widely and you looked at him.

He smirked and winked at you that made you chuckle a bit. Jake watch the two of you and he rolled his eyes.

“Dude, I’m serious.”

“I am too. You can have your fun tonight and I can take care of your sister.” You smiled widely at Jake while you stood beside Sunghoon then you even cling your hand over to his firm arms.

“I promise to behave.” you added.

Jake’s stares exchange from Sunghoon and you then he let out a sigh of defeat that made a grin appeared over to your face. “Fine. Hurry up and get change.” he said and rolled his eyes.

You cheered in happiness and went to him to give him a hug before going inside your room. The two followed you with their eyes, smile slowly spreading through their faces.

“Look at her, she forgot to close the door of her room. How stupid...” Jake mumbled and slowly shut your door for your privacy as they patiently wait outside.

Jake eyed Sunghoon who’s now busy with his phone. “Dude, I swear. You asked for this. You have to take care of her and promise not to hook up tonight.”

Sunghoon raised his gaze up to him then he gave him this assuring smile, “I got her, don’t worry. I won’t blink while looking after her.” he said.

Jake smiled and nodded his head raising his fist towards him for a bro fist. Minutes passed and you finally went out looking great as well. Of course, you’re Jake Sim’s sister. Good genes ran through your blood.

As you made your way out of your house, your smile grew bigger when you saw a familiar fancy car parked right outside. While you approach closer, the window of the driver’s seat rolled down and the face of the boy you’re crazy with appeared.

He looked amazing as always, his all black outfit sure makes him look dangerously hot and his stares pierced towards you making chills ran down through your whole system.

“Why is she coming, Jake?” Jay’s stares were fixed at you and you didn’t break the eye contact as well. You even raised your eyebrow at him.

“Sunghoon said he will look after her, don’t worry.” your brother answered as he went straight to ride the passenger seat.

You put your tongue out over at Jay to tease him as Sunghoon opened the door for the back seat, offering it to you. He was smirking as he watch you tease Jay.

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just don’t expect me to babysit for her. She’s all yours, Park Sunghoon.” he said and you just entered his car while Sunghoon followed after you.

“It’s okay, I’m planning to behave tonight.” you smiled and you saw how he looked at you through the mirror and Jake turned his head towards you.

He raised his pointer finger and point it at you, “Don’t make Sunghoon have a hard time.” he reminded you with those serious looking eyes.

You sighed and rolled your eyes before shoving away his hand. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You didn’t notice that Jay was still watching you and he slowly shake his head from side to side. He doubt it that you’ll behave. If Jake’s the nice one, you’re the stubborn twin. You just don’t listen to anyone and you often push his buttons.

You can hear the loud music even from the outside of the house. Since the person who’s organizing this was pretty famous in throwing great parties, people sure go here to have fun. You’ve been in a lot of parties already, this isn’t the first time.

You were walking between Jake and Sunghoon. Jay was in front of you, walking like he’s in a fashion show. Eyes followed him shamelessly. He was used to it, it was almost like it’s part of his daily life.

Your face showed a displeased expression how a girl flirt with Jay. He seems to recognized her because he stopped to talk to her. Since you’re behind, you have no choice but to stop as well--or that’s what you rather want your brother to think.

You felt a hand rested over your shoulder so you turn and saw your brother. He leaned closer to tell you something, “I’ll go party now. Remember, behave.”

You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to show him an okay sign. He starred at you for a while.

“I’m warning you. Create a problem, Sunghoon’s dragging you out of here.” he added before messing your hair before leaving.

Sunghoon chuckled behind you so you turned towards him. He smiled and looked down at you, “Ready to party?” he asked.

You smirked and bite your lower lip before nodding your head. He cheered playfully before grabbing your hand to drag you somewhere. Your eyes unconsciously looked for Jay since he’s the main reason why you wanted to be here.

You saw him now sitting over a couch, a girl was hovering above him. They were having an intense making out session. You starred at them blankly, not completely surprised by the situation. It wasn’t new for you anymore.

Sunghoon stopped from his tracks and followed your line of sight. He scoffed and pull his hand away from your hand then relocate it over your waist.

“Let’s get you drunk first and then you can bother him.” he whispered at you, lips slightly touching your ears as he talk. His suggestion sounds fine so you turned over him with a smirk over your face.

“What if I cause a problem? I’m wild when I’m drunk.” it’s not like he’s not aware of your drunk state. Of course, he was well awared about it.

He smirked before he turned towards the drinks to get both of you some. He then looked over at you, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle you if he can’t.” he said and pointed Jay using his chin.

You chuckled and accepted the drink he was giving you. The night continued and the people in that party just increased just like the number of shots you took. After your fifth shot, you can feel yourself starting to feel hot already. You fan yourself as you turned over to Jay. He wasn’t there anymore, panic took over you for a while but Sunghoon tried to calm you down.

“He went to the bathroom. You should follow and stop them.” he have this sly smirk, messing up with Jay sure sounds funny for him.

You nodded your head and was about to take another shot but Sunghoon held your wrist, stopping you, “Nah-uh. You already had five shots. The sixth one will be deadly.” he said smiling.

“You should go. If you need anything, you can find me here.”

You pouted but followed what he said. You stood up and even if eyes were darted at you, you ignored them. Your mind was fixed over to the guy who’s probably planning to bang someone at the bathroom.

You gulped when you arrived in front of it. Your fist balled as you hear soft whimpers and grunting from inside. You want so bad to just barge in and pull that girl away from Jay.

After letting out a heavy sigh, you knocked furiously at the door. They didn’t responded so you repeated it once again, now a bit harder to make sure they heard it. Since the music was so loud, you were afraid that the two was so immerse with their lusts.

“Occupied!” you heard a girl shouted from inside. You clenched your jaw as your eyes pierced over at the door. Imagining Jay’s hand wrapped around her body just made your blood boil.

“Jay! Sunghoon left me!” you shouted from outside.

Suddenly, the whimpers was stopped and in just an instance, the door opened. The first one you saw was Jay, his used to be neat black polo was now crumpled and you can see lipstick stains over his neck. Your eyes then darted over to the girl at the back, she was glaring at you while she fix her dress. You rolled your eyes at her before looking back at Jay.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” he sound so frustrated as he ran his hand once over to his sweat stained hair.

You pouted, “I was getting a drink and when I turned around I can’t find Sunghoon anymore.” you lied to him.

The girl slowly approaches Jay as she kept her glares at you. You ignored her because she don’t matter to you anyway, you’re just glad that you stopped them even before they can do the did.

You heard Jay muttered soft curses, “How many did you have?” Jay asked you that made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked because you didn’t quiet catch it.

He sighed, eyes darkly darted at you, “Shots... how many?”

You raised your hand showing him five fingers. He shut his eyes for a while before he turned towards the girl behind him and his other hand reached over your wrist.

A smile then slowly appeared over your face. A winning grin was present at your beautiful face when you turned towards the girl.

“I need to take care of her first.” Jay said firmly that made a displeased expression appear over her face.

“But--”

“See you around.” he didn’t even let her finish her sentence and he turned over at you. His eyes were dark as always.

“I knew this would happen. I told Jake to fucking not bring you.” he mumbled to himself but you managed to hear it anyway.

He pulled you over to a less crowded part of the house before he fished his phone. Maybe to call Sunghoon or something.

You stood just in front of him and let yourself enjoy the sight. He looked extra hot after his hair was all messed up and the first three of his polo was now open letting you have a sneak peak of his chest.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks burn because of the thoughts that taking over you. As you continued checking him out as you hear frustrated groans from him, still at his phone. Your mouth fell a bit open as you saw the bulge over his pants. Oh... you interrupted something.

You gulped and starred back at his face. He was hardly furrowing his brows, “Fucker’s not answering his phone.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

He glanced at you for a while, brows still hardly furrowed, “Help me with what?” he asked still focused with his phone.

He was about to dial somebody again but you advanced towards him and rested your hand at his erection. Jay was taken aback, he do know about how you feel but you never done this before. You were never this bold to him. His hand rested over your shoulder, ready to push you away from him before you can do something you will regret.

But Jay had lose it when you look up at him and he saw how your eyes were so innocent. Despite of your actions, your eyes was big and seems like clueless of the situation. It drives him crazy.

His breath hitched as he raised his head up, shutting his eyes and trying to breath heavily. You leaned closer and rested your face near his neck, breath fanning over to his skin.

“Damn it, y/n. Stop.” he was about to push you away because he’s slowly losing his mind.

You didn’t back away and moved your hand over to his shoulders. Jay stared down at you, slightly getting pissed after your hand left his erection.

“Y/n you don’t want this.” he said with a low voice, eyes completely darted at you.

You leaned closer, your lips were just inches away from each other. Both of your noses slightly touching each other. Your eyes were fixed over his slightly parted lips and Jay’s was just at your eyes.

His mind was clouded with a lot of bad thoughts about you. The wall he had created between you and him was slowly being broken down by you. Not even once does the thought of you initiating this had occurred to him. Between the two of you, he was the corrupted one. For him, you’re just an innocent little kitten.

“You sure?” was it the liquor? or is it the jealousy that drives you to do this? You have no idea, all you know is you love being this close to him.

His scent was invading your nose as your body felt hot close to him. Jay’s dangerous, you know it. But he’s the kind of danger you want to be involve with.

Your eyes trailed from his lips up to his eyes as your hand slowly cupped his face, “Because I really want this Jay--” you didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence when Jay cursed under his breath and pulled you over the bathroom where he just went out moments ago.

He pushed you inside, body dangerously close to each other. He kicked the door close and click the lock before carrying you. He placed you over the sink as he connect his lips at yours.

“Fuck y/n.” he mumbled between the kisses.

You hissed and groaned at the feeling of his lips over yours. You didn’t expect this would happen tonight. Jay’s hand moved from your face down over to your waist.

You pulled away and Jay was smirking at you, “I’m gonna ruin you tonight, y/n.” he mumbled that made your heart thump.

As he leaned over your neck, your fist balled and your eyes shut. You were very nervous since this is your first time and you didn’t really expect to lose your virginity in a bathroom.

Jay, as expected was professional at this thing. He knew where to kiss you to make you feel good but your slightly shaking body didn’t slip off from him.

He reached over your wrists and pushed you a bit away from him. His eyes were serious as he eye you now.

“You’re shaking.” he said, disappointment lures over his tone.

You gulped, lips trembling a bit as you try to compose a sentence. You can’t deny that you are nervous.

“I w-was just--” Jay cut you off as he took off his leather jacket and silently cover rested it over your shoulder.

“I can’t hook up with you when you’re acting like this.” he said. You were left silent.

Not because he said he ain’t gonna do it but because of what you heard. Hook up? Your eyes watered as you let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Hook up?”

Jay eyed you as he fixed the buttons of his black polo, running his hand over to his hair once.

“Yeah, what do you think? I still don’t like you, y/n. I never did.” his word rings inside your head and you felt your heart sank.

You’re so stupid for thinking that he will take you seriously just because he pulled you inside a bathroom to have sex. Of course, Jay was known for being a notorious playboy in your campus. You should’ve known better.

“And you really pull me here just to get in my pants?” your tears streamed down your face now. Jay looked at you blankly like as if it doesn’t bother him.

“Well you asked for it, didn’t you? You were basically throwing yourself at me--” your hand hardly slapped Jay’s face after you went down the sink.

You starred angrily at him, tears still pooling your eyes. You felt pathetic, you feel sorry for yourself for being this desperate.

“Screw you.” and you turn your back at him without saying anything anymore.

Jay clenched his jaw as he watch you walking out. He didn’t know but the slap did something to him.

You’re a bit still clouded with thoughts when you met Sunghoon’s eyes. He was flirting with this one girl but when he saw your face, his smile fell and he left the girl right away to approach you.

“Hey, what happened? Did he do something to you?” he asked worriedly.

You pursed your lips and gulped trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat. You wiped the tears away, “I wanna go home, please.”

Sunghoon didn’t know what to feel when he heard your voice crack a bit. He sighed heavily, slightly regretting that he send you to go after Jay. He fixed Jay’s jacket that was resting over your shoulders before he guided you outside the house.

It’s been a week already and you were trying so hard to avoid Jay. It was kind of hard because he’s basically everywhere you are since he’s friends with your brother. They often hang out at your house and you stay at your room during those time.

Jake noticed that you were avoiding him but he just shrugged it off since maybe you just had enough of the chase. He’s somewhat happy about it because he doesn’t have to worry for you being hurt by his playboy friend.

On the other hand, you were spending most of your times with Sunghoon. Lately, you two just became more close to each other. He’s always fun to be with but since he always accompany you, he became even more entertaining for you.

“What’s up babe?” he was smirking as he called you with that playful endearment he kept teasing you with.

You rolled your eyes but did your handshake with him before you plopped down beside him. Jake didn’t give much attention to the two of you because he was used to it. But Jay was different. He starred at the two of you with hawk-eye like eyes. His brows furrowed as he watch Sunghoon rested his hand over to your waist to pull you closer to him because he wanted to whisper something.

His jaw clenched as an unfamiliar emotion took over him. Were you guys always this touchy with each other? And Jake was fine with it?

He then eyed Jake who’s busy eating his food while chatting with Heeseung. He, then roamed his eyes to their other friends to see if he’s the only one thinking that you and Sunghoon is flirting right now.

Feeling a bit frustrated, he lost his appetite and just played with his food. Your giggles and Sunghoon's laughs ringed inside his mind and it just made him pissed even more.

He knew he had said that he never liked you but maybe that’s not the case? Maybe he’s just afraid of how crazy he’s gonna end up if he lets you into his system? Yeah... maybe that was it. He really liked you and you being the sister of one of his good friends created a boundary he made his-self.

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungwon had noticed how Jay hardly played with his food and how his brows were hardly furrowed.

“Huh?” Jay asked finally snapping back to his senses.

“You were playing with your food.” he said and even pointed the food using his chin.

He eyed it and he just let out a sigh. He stood up and decided to leave first. The boys were eyeing him weirdly. Jake had also noticed that something’s up with his friend. Lately, he’s not like his usual self.

“Did you had a fight with Jay?” Jake suddenly blurted out while you two were chilling at your living room.

You tried hiding your surprised reacting by covering your face with the book you were holding. Your feet were rested over your brother’s thighs as he sat beside you, watching television.

“No.” you answered.

If you’re gonna be honest, you kind of miss Jay. You missed hanging out with him. You messed his pissed off face whenever you follow him around and cling unto him. But you also think you had enough, he had made his self clear that he don’t have feelings for you.

“Really? He seems like not himself lately.”

Hearing that made your heart thump faster but you tried to shrug it off once again.

Your head snapped over the door when you heard your door bell rang. Even before Jake can stand up to go and open it, you stand up.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked curiously.

“That’s Sunghoon! He’s gonna sleep here tonight, we’re gonna watch movies.” Jake just watched how you opened the door for his friend completely abondoning him.

“Where’s Sunghoon?” you asked Jake as you walked down the stairs, finger combing your hair.

Jake looked over you and he furrowed his brows as he gave you an elevator look. “On his way here... you look great.” he complimented you.

You smiled after muttering a soft thank you and held a leather jacket by your other free hand. His eyes darted over it.

“Is that Jay’s?” he asked you. You blushed and you panicked a bit but you tried to compose yourself once again.

“Yeah he let me borrow it last last week. I’m gonna return it to him now.” you said.

He just gave you a nod, “He’s outside,”

You nodded as well and walked yourself out. You’re partying tonight again and you decided to return his jacket to him. You had forgotten about this and while you’re fixing your room, you found it.

“Hey,” you softly called out.

Jay's eyes sparkled as he eyed you walking closer to him. He doesn’t know how to contain his excitement, you just talked to him again after that incident. He was actually so happy.

“Hey.” he greeted, trying to keep his cool.

You sighed and handed him his leather jacket. His brows furrowed and slowly reached for it.

“I forgot to return it, I’m sorry.” you plainly said and turned your back ready to leave him.

Jay doesn’t what got into him but he quickly grabbed you by your wrist.

“Are we good?” he asked you, lips ran over to his lower lip.

You starred over his eyes and you smiled. Even if you’re in front of him smiling, Jay felt your coldness lingers around you. You were cold towards him like as if he doesn’t matter for you at all.

“Yeah, of course.” Lies. You were lying.

Not really feeling okay about the situation, you were planning to get away but Jay held unto you tighter.

He was about to say something but you both heard someone talk.

“Hey sorry if I was late. I had to look for someone who will accompany Yeji for tonight.” it was Sunghoon. You pulled your wrist away from him as you playfully shoot glares at him.

“You’re just slow, Park Sunghoon.” you said and you heard him laugh before he wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

Jay clenched his jaw as he stare at the two of you. He couldn’t handle it but he knew he was at fault why all of this was happening. He’s the one to blame why the girl he loves hates him now.

Jake went out afterwards and you all went inside Jay’s car. Jake was at the driver’s seat while you and Sunghoon was at the back. The drive was silent until Jake decided to break it.

“Oh I remember, I really had a hard time sleeping last night.” he said that caught all of your attention.

Jay was clueless about the situation so he just kept his mouth shut and decided to just listen.

“You two should try and lower your voices. I was at the other room but I can still hear you. It’s annoying, you know.”

Sunghoon laughed and so did you. Jay on the other hand was gripping tightly at the steering wheel. He wanted so bad to stop the car and punch Sunghoon right there.

Jake shake his head acting like as if he was really disappointed at the two of you.

“Blame Sunghoon, Jakey. He’s such a baby.” you joked and laughed again.

“What? I told you I can’t take horror movies so well but you still insisted and it’s not like I’m the only one screaming! You were loud too.”

You two continued bickering as Jay spaced out. His grip slowly loosen up as he realized he was being dirty minded and actually thought Sunghoon and you did it.

When you arrived at the party, Jay was planning nothing but to have his eyes at you. He’s not gonna hook up or even look at other girls. It’s not like he ever did the past week because ever since he realized his true feelings for you, he stopped fooling around with other girls.

The night was pretty much going smooth, not until a girl approached Jay and he was trying to reject her in a nicest way. But the situation appeared differently for you, he seems like flirting for you so you can’t help but to feel bad.

Your eyes started to water, you had a couple of shots already so your emotions were getting the most of you.

“Hey doll face, why are you crying?” Sunghoon asked, making you face him. Now, you’re not facing Jay anymore.

Sunghoon laughed at your crying face before he leaned closer to fix your slowly getting messed up mascara, he was too close that you two were almost like kissing.

That was Jay had seen and he exploded. He couldn’t take it anymore and before you even knew it, Sunghoon was already at the floor.

“Jay! Oh my gosh, Sunghoon! Are you okay?” you asked and was about to go help him but a pair of strong arms wrapped over your waist to carry you.

You tried freeing yourself but you failed. He managed to bring you inside his car and his jaw clenched hardly after sitting down at the driver’s seat.

“Are you out of your mind? You punched Sunghoon!” Jay was pissed and you defending his friend just made him pissed even more.

He darkly looked over you, “He was kissing you!” he shouted that made you shut silent for a while.

Your brows furrowed, “What? No he wasn’t!”

“I’m not blind!”

“He was really not kissing me and if he is, then so what? So what if he’s kissing me, Jay?” you said, tone sounding a but challenging.

He clenched his jaw, “I don’t want you kissing someone else.”

You scoffed at him, “You have no right saying that.” and you were ready to go out of his car but Jay stopped you.

He snaked his arms over your waist and carry you to place you carefully over his lap.

“You're not going anywhere, y/n.” he mumbled under his breath that made your knees go weak.

You rested both of your hands over his chest for support. Silence took over both of you, eyes just starring at one another.

“I’m not planning to hook up with you, Jay.” you tried making yourself clear.

He licked his lower lip as his eyes trailed over your lips. “I am too.”

Your brows furrowed, “Then what is this?”

His eyes went back to you and you can’t explain how your heart thumped faster when you saw his eyes starring lovingly at you.

“This is me trying to confess to you.” he mumbled that made you pursed your lips together.

“I’m in love with you.”

You were surprised of course, you’re refusing to believe him but his eyes just makes it a bit more hard not to.

“I-Impossible.” he helped you sat to him properly, both of your legs over his sides then his large hands held unto your thin waist.

“You don’t know how crazy I am to you, y/n.” he mumbled, face leaned closer to you and now claiming your neck. His lips peppered you with soft feathery kisses.

“I was a fool for hurting you. Forgive me,” he said sincerely between his kisses.

You lose it as you shut your eyes, head tilting over to the side giving him more access. You hitched your breath, a low groan letting out.

“I love you.” you said that made Jay’s heart jump in excitement.

He smirked as he suck unto your neck, leaving a mark before he pull away to claim your lips.

“I love you more, baby.”

“Where were you?” Jake asked when you entered the party again. You saw Sunghoon and he was holding an ice over to his cheeks.

He smirked at you but his grin grew wider when a tall figure appeared behind you. The party continued like as if no commotion happened a while ago. You went inside and found your brother and his friends at one of set of couches at the living room.

“I w-went out for fresh air.” you reasoned out to your brother.

Sunghoon scoffed as he eye your neck, a couple of hickeys were visible but the party light makes it quite hard to see. He smirked as he saw Jay’s hand possessively rested over your waist.

“Did you fix her mascara, Jay? I was just helping her, you know?” Sunghoon said, a sly smile plastered over his face.

Soon, the boy’s eyes were darted over the two of you. Your brother’s brows furrowed in confusion and he just noticed Jay’s hand.

“Shut up, Sunghoon.” he said, smirking.

Jake smirked too, finally getting the situation, “You fucker, what did you do to my sister?” he jokingly said and pushed his shoulder a bit.

Jay looked at you for a while before he kissed your temple gently then he smiled warmly. His eyes looked at you with full affection and love.

“I just claimed what’s mine.”

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agerestorybits · 2 years

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Agere Roman where he has a sick day and the core four all gush over him and take care of him. However really wants his brother because he is feeling scared and sick. Roman tells the others to get Remus but he is pretty sure Remus wont show up but then he does and Roman gets cuddles and fun times.

I hope this made sense lol please and thank you in advance! ((I feel like I give you a new prompt every couple weeks, let me know if I am requesting too much lol. love your writing btw (= ))

(Request away! I get to them at my own pace and sometimes that pace can be pretty fast, lol.)

Warnings- Food mention, sickness. (let me know if I missed any)

Janus wasn't younger than ten so he was fine on his own. It was also why he was sneaking down to the kitchen to get some some scooby doo gummy snacks and some juice. He didn't think anyone would be in there, least of all a very sick little Roman who was crying on the floor hugging a large soft blanket and wiping his running nose off on it. He looked up to see Janus in the doorway and whimpered out a small, "M ick." Before crying harder and coughing.

Janus frowned confused as he walked over and put a hand on Roman's shoulder. "Why are you alone?" Even if Virgil didn't want to watch Roman due to his fear of germs, Patton or Logan should have be willing to.

"No one wans wake up." Roman sniffed. He rubbed his very red nose. "Say m bother." He said making Janus grabbed a handful of paper towels and start drying off Roman's face. Roman's face was burning up and he was shivering hard enough that his teeth clacked. Janus grabbed his hand helped him stand before leading him into the t.v. room and buddling him up on the couch. He turned on the t.v to start playing Disney karaoke, even if Roman didn't feel like singing along listening to the music would help distract him from how poorly he felt.

Janus went and grabbed one pill for colds and flus. He didn't need to worry about getting the wrong amount since he was suppose to only get one and he filled Roman's mickey sippy cup with apple juice. He grabbed his owns snacks before walking back in to see Roman crying again. Roman stopped crying when he saw Janus he reached for him whimpering as he the cold rushed in to his nest of blankets from where he had reached out.

Janus got Roman to take the medicine and let himself be pulled into the blanket mess. Roman didn't ask but Janus shared a few of his gummies with him. "We can watch dooby if you wans." Roman said shivering less and looking more tired. Janus wasn't going to turn that down and soon they were both asleep with the cartoon playing.

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Roman woke up on the couch, whimpering when moving hurt his head. "Hey easy there bud." Virgil said gently putting his hand on Roman's shoulder. Roman let Virgil pull him into a side hug as he looked around wondering where Janus had gone. He saw him in the kitchen with Logan and Patton.

Janus had woken up bigger and then proceeded to 'politely' yell at Virgil, Patton and Logan. Leaving all three of them feeling a bit guilty for upsetting Roman.

Roman was a happy that they wanted to take care of him now, but at the same time was a bit upset they didn't want to earlier. Even if they had been half asleep, he felt like they should have payed more attention to him when he asked for help. He also felt worse when one of them would wince or flinch away when he coughed. It made him feel even more gross.

He wished Remus was here but he didn't want to ask for him. So he just settled down into his buddle of blankets and watched Virgil get him cold washcloths for his forehead and Logan put on shows and Patton kept pushing drinks at him to make sure he stayed hydrated. Janus managed getting him medicine and resupplied his tissue stock.

He didn't want any of that. He wanted his brother who he knew wouldn't make him feel gross and weak. He muttered to himself darkly as Logan made him return to the couch after going to the bathroom. He didn't want to sit around and just watch t.v and drink watered juice and hold a stupid cold cloth to his face. "I want Remus." Roman muttered not noticing that Janus heard him.

So when Remus popped up behind the couch and tickled the side of Roman's neck he screeched and giggled as batted the hand away. "I see you've got caught by a sniffle monster."

"Mm ick." Roman said firmly smiling as Remus hopped over the back of the couch to let Roman hug him.

"That's what I said." Remus said booping Roman's nose. Roman giggled again before coughing. Remus looked up at the t.v and tsk'd, "What's this garbage?" He jumped to his feet and set up the wii before tossing a red wii remote to Roman, grabbing a Green one for himself and threw a yellow one at Janus. He held up the last remote, "Who else wants in on this?"

Virgil passed on playing and decided to just watch. Logan and Patton said they would take turns. That being settled Remus walked back over to the couch and sat down next to Roman. "I'll be on your team." He said in a loud whisper.

Logan looked over at him. "We're playing a racing game? There aren't teams?" Roman laughed.

"We'll see." Remus said winking at Roman. Logan very quickly figured out that by teams, Remus just blocked everyone else that wasn't Roman from reaching the finish line.

Roman felt a lot better listening to Janus and Logan get mildly annoyed by Remus' antics. Playing a game was better than just watching, it gave him something to do. It helped that he was winning alot.

#remus #agere Janus #Agere Roman #virgil #patton #logan #food mention #sickfic

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sugar-sweet-tea · 3 years

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Tall man gets love

Description : Mori was always with Honey. But what happens when they split up for a bit, thankfully Mori will always have his family to help him.

Or in other words, Ouran High School Host Club is perfect for agere stuff and there’s not enough of it on here.

This was my first OHSHC fic and it took me a while to get the courage to write thing but I’m pretty impressed with it. This was very inspired by DannyFANtom and Mcschnuggles who have awesome fics, I really recommend checking them out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30654551

Mori was walking the halls looking as if he was in some kind of trance. He looked lost, and confused. As if his mind was off somewhere else. He couldn't find Honey and that made him a little... nervous.

They were always together.

He could feel his mind start to get... fuzzier. It was slowly getting harder to focus on stuff. He tried to remember where he was and where his cousin was but, nothing came to his mind.

So there he was, roaming the hallways after school hours looking for Honey. He vaguely remembers him having to get something from class but he should've been back by now.

That's when his eyes landed on it.

Music room 3.

He gasped. He knew this room! Mori quickly walked towards the music room, taking shaky steps. He was having a hard time focusing on anything. Especially walking.

He felt his mind begging him to be small. It's been a little while which he knew wasn't good.

He tried to regress at least once a week but missed the last few weeks.

The only person who knew was his cousin, Honey. He watched him when he felt small and always took care of him. Kind of like a caregiver...

Mori slowly opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible.

Thankfully all the guests had gone.

Unfortunately, the other hosts where there.

Mori attempted to enter as quietly as possible, not wanting to cause attention to himself, sadly, this never worked.

"Hey, Mori-Senpai!" Haruhi called to him, smiling at him with a little wave. The other hosts smiled and greeted him as well. He smiled a small sad smile at her.

His mouth quivered a bit.

His day had been so stressful so far and he hadn't seen Honey in a long time.

So it's not a surprise that he couldn't keep the tears that fell down his face. His lip quivered as more came.

Seeing all his friends so happy to see him made him want to slip even more.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't help it.

The usually quiet man sat down and put his face in his hands as he cried. The other hosts looked confused and went over to him.

This was concerning since they’ve never seen him like this. So... sad. It was very out of character since usually they would be lucky to get any reaction out of him. He was a man of few words.

"Mori-Senpai. What's wrong?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Where's Honey-Senpai?"

All these questions were beginning to get too much for him.

Mori removed his hands from his face and put them to cover his ears. He tried to block out the noise. His eyes shut tight.

Without him knowing, he felt a gentle hand pressed against his shoulder. Mori gently opened his eyes to see Tamaki placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tamaki was looking down on him, smiling a comforting and reassuring smile to him.

Mori felt himself get calmer. He could feel the tears slowing down as he sniffled. He rubbed his eyes and that's when another hand passed him a tissue.

Looking up again he saw Kyoya with the same type of comforting and reassuring smile that Tamaki had.

Mori wiped his nose and his eyes. He stopped crying. They could tell he was trying to go back to his neutral expressionless face but was struggling a significant amount.

“Senpai? Are you any better?” Haruhi asked him calmly. He gently nodded.

“Why were you so upset before?” Hikaru asked him.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before.” Kaoru said, nodding in agreement.

Mori only sniffled and wiped his nose a bit.

Even if the other didn’t notice of it right away. Haruhi definitely did. The way he was acting and his expression. As if he was thinking about something else, his mind far away. She doesn’t know why but... he looked so... innocent in her eyes. Almost like a child...

No one was expecting what happened next...

Mori felt so safe at this moment with his family surrounding him that he clung into the closest person.

This, of course, was Tamaki.

He couldn’t help it when he wrapped his arms around the blond and tried to hide his face in his chest. At this point he had fully slipped.

And Tamaki, being the great friend that he is, didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him in a loving embrace and whisper soft things into his ear to calm him down.

All the other hosts looked a little confused, but Tamaki made it seem like an every day thing. Comforting him as if he’s done it a thousand times.

Being in the arms of the blonde, it didn’t take him long to calm down. His was no longer freaking out, but even so, he didn’t want to leave his friends embrace.

Out of embarrassment or fear of freaking out again, he wasn’t sure.

That is until another certain blonde came through the door.

Honey looked very worried and concerned.

“Takashi!” He yelled running over to him. Immediately he wrapped his arms around his neck. Mori gently broke off from Tamaki and wrapped his arms around his cousin.

“Mitsukuni...” He mumbled into his hair.

“Is that the reason he got to upset earlier? Because he wasn’t with Honey-Senpai?” Hikaru asked them.

“Yes, I had to go back to my class really fast so I could get one of my books I forgot and I told Takashi to wait for me by the window. He must’ve slipped and forgot about it, so he got scared. I’m just glad he found you guys. Thanks for watching and taking good care of him Tama-Chan!” Honey thanked them smiling gleefully.

Instead of smiling back, the others were rightfully confused.

“Why do you mean Mori-Senpai slipped?”

“Yeah and he’s been away from you before Honey-Senpai, why did it make him so sad now?” The twins asked one after the other.

Tamaki was surprisingly quiet and Kyoya was just waiting for an explanation. He was quite intrigued.

However, before anyone could say anything, Haruhi was the only one to notice what was actually going on.

“Mori-Senpai, how old are you?” She asked gently and softly. She lowered and softened it as if she was talking to a child, which she had a feeling that she was.

Honey gasped then smiled, in all honesty he wasn’t very surprised that Haruhi was the one to figure it out first.

Mori put up three fingers, before switching to two.

Kyoya’s eyes went wide.

He understood now.

“How long have you been?...” He asked, like Haruhi he had softened his voice. He sounded calming and concerned. He really was the mom of the group.

“For a few months now. I help him and watch over him so he doesn’t get hurt.” Honey explained.

“Would you guys please just tell us what you’re talking about? It makes no sense!” Tamaki exclaimed trying not to be too loud since he was right beside Mori.

“Is it ok if I tell them?” Honey asked. Once receiving a head nod from his cousin, he started his explanation.

Mori figured they’d want an explanation anyways, why not just tell them everything.

After all, they were a family.

No.

Wait.

They were his family.

“Takashi is a little.” Honey told them. Mori nodded.

The twins looked confused for a sec before figuring out what he meant.

“A little what?” Tamaki asked.

Everyone started laughing.

Even though it wasn’t that funny, they all thought it was.

“No, Senpai, what he means is that he regresses. To deal with stress.” Haruhi explained to him.

Ohhhhhhh.

It took Tamaki a few seconds before the realization hit him like a truck.

“Ohhhh. Awwww.” He couldn’t help but coo. He vaguely remembered them talking about that and he always thought it was absolutely adorable, and has even considered trying it once or twice but reprimanded himself because it was ‘too childish’. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t, he kinda forgot about it all together.

“Why didn’t he tell us in the first place?” Kaoru asked.

“Probably because he was afraid. Which is understandable, this stuff can be very personal to some people.” Kyoya explained to him who nodded.

“Well now that we do know, if you ever need someone to watch you, we’ll always be available.” Tamaki offered, smiling at the little.

Not used to getting so much attention, Moi started blushing a bit. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to tell his friends, no, his family something like this.

He must’ve been pretty silly if he thought that they would mock him or judge him for this.

“Thank you! I know he doesn’t really express it often, but I know he’s very happy to have you guys as friends and that are willing to help him.” Honey told them. And in all honesty, he was happy too. Happy that his friends were so open and accepting for them.

“Well we’re a family, families help each other. Now, how about we get some snacks, I bet everyone’s a little hungry.” Tamaki suggested. They others all agreed and started making their way towards the food.

Mori and Honey walked hand in hand. Like they should be.

“I’m sorry I left you alone when you were small. I promise it won’t happen again.” Honey apologized. He felt a little guilty about it.

“Iss ok.” Mori said softly. It wasn’t like his usual voice. This one definitely made him sound like a child.

They smiled at each other before joining the others.

Mori was glad he told them.

And now, he felt closer to them than ever before.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc agere #age regression #fanfiction #ohshc tamaki #ohshc fanfiction #ohshc mori #ohshc honey #ohshc kyoya #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kaoru #ohshc haruhi

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prince-honeypaw · 3 years

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I just saw your recent drawing (which was absolutely adorable btw) and was wondering if you had any headcanons of what a tea party with agere Tamaki would be like?

♡ Thank you for the compliment!

♡ I love getting nonstandard requests like this, it really makes my day. I got a little giddy at the end so it might be a bit short!

♡ Tea parties with little Tamaki will always include at least one of his caregivers at the time. Doing them all by himself is way too hard since he just gets so small!

♡ Nejire is usually the prime candidate for them because Mirio's past tea party outfits include: Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts, Enemy Of The State shorts and a Ryukyu Agency sweatshirt, and Juicy sweats with no shirt.

♡ He likes to get dressed up in a cute, comfy outfit and expects the same courtesy from his guests! His stuffies are always given proper attire for the event.

♡ Baby Tamaki isn't the type to settle for make believe when it comes to food. When he has a tea party, it will be real.

♡ Nejire will make tea and snacks with him peeking over her shoulder, wagging his tail like an eager little puppy.

♡ He wants to help SO bad, but his clumsy little hands would just make a big ol' mess.

♡ Tries so hard to make proper invitations, but they usually end up getting crumpled up before he even hands it over. So he'll just hold it up and shift from foot to foot all timidly.

♡ A very polite little guy! Pulls out the chair for his honored guest and accepts praise with droopy ears and rosy cheeks- He's simply too precious.

♡ He always gets out the good tea set for his guest- The one made of really nice porcelain with the pretty floral designs!

♡ But, he has to softly ask his guest to handle them, because he takes very good care of his things and would feel terrible if he dropped it!

♡ A quiet party, but emotionally fulfilling!

#sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Tamaki #Honey HCs

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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Back to the old days

He groaned at only feeling empty and cold sheets beneath his hand when it went it seatch for another body that was suppose to be cuddling with him... man doesn't even have a break on this life and now his songbird couldn't even stay in bed with him...

Stretching his arms up, he hummed at the pooping sound his neck and arms did when he was stretching. Today was the start of the heavenly one week of vacation the hero comission offered for him to take it. And he brabbed the chance with a smirk and almost broke the window of his agency due to how fast he wanted to get home. Get to you.

He looked at a little sticky note you had left, warning him you had to get out for groceries but would soon be back and promissing to bring some chicken even.

"What a angel I have ladies and gemtlemans..." he sighed before plopping back face down on the bed.

But he sadly couldn't fall back asleep so he had to push his lazy ass out of his bed and walk to the kicthen to at least have the decenty to drink the rest of the carton of milk.

Funny thing that the more he walked, his place was getting bigger and bigger for some reason. He shrugged off as being his slowly mind still processing and went to the fridge...

Only to see that he had to stood on his tip toes to get to open it.

"Huh?" He hummed and gasped at childish sound it came instead of his normal voice. Cupping his mouth in the process.

He slowly took off his hands from his mouth and brought to his vision to not see his normal hands, the ones whose carried scars from his battles and feel co cois about it before you washed them off.

No no. It was baby hands right there. BABY HANDS, NOT GROW ASS MAN HANDS.

"He.. hehe... " he giggled desperate before slapping his own face before wincing.

That was not a dream....

He started to shake just a bit but got the strenght enough to open his wings and fly until a neat mirror of his two-story apartment just to confirm this was a nightmare or not.

You hummed a song while carrying the bags, stopping in front of the door to get your keys until a high pitched scream left you to wince and drop your groceries.

You opened the door and found a blond little boy looking in horror at the mirror. Vermillion wings wide open as the golden eyed kid grasped on his looks and pushed just slightly... wait. He was way too much familiar.

"K-...K-Keigo?" You sluttered and the boy gasped when he noticed you entered. Groceries forgotten and dropped on the ground.

"N-No.. dont look at me. Dont!" He went to fly and stood at the heigh of the ceiling as you entered and look up at the blond boy covering half of his face.

"What happened?!" You exclaimed and soon guards of the hero comission entered your flat.

"NO! GET OUT! BOTH OF YOH GET OUT!" He shouted in ager as the two body guards mistaken him with a normal child and went to get to him.

"Is Hawks!" You grasped onto one of the bodyguards shoulders as they widened their eyes beneath their sunglasses.

"Hawks sir?! What happened?!"

"G-Get out now!" Tears started to form on his eyes as he rubbed them "I DONT WANT TO SEE ANYONE OF THE HERO COMISSION ENTERING HERE!" he shouted and flew to the room, banging the door loudly as you blinked in shock.

"Please. I will text you guys when to come back, but while that, please serach for a cure or something for him." You spoke gently as one bodyguard grabbed your groceries and you went upright calling your boyfriend, now in a body of a child, name.

"Keigo?" You knocked softly to be met with silence "Handsome they are gone already, talk to me? Please?" You forced a pout as you heard his voice muffled.

"Spare yourself dove. I dont want you seing me... like this."

"But is the man I love there." You said softly and desperate for him to open up "No matter what, Keigo I dont mind and you shouldn't mind either. Maybe it was a quirk from yesterday you were hit and it will be gone in one or two days... please let me in? Werent we suppose to stick together this whole week?" You smiled when you heard the door clicking and Takami hesitantly, yet with eyes to the floor as he opened the door to reveal his childish form, clothes hanging on which fir into adult Hawks into perfection.

"You do have a way with words, don't you love?" He mumbled as you kneeled fo be on a decent eye level with him.

"Had to learn since I have a snarky boyfriend." You giggled and he let out a chuckle, still not looking at you until you cupped his cheeks on your hands.

"We're going to figure it out Keigo, and we will enjoy the week like you told me okay?"

You swore you almost went to a panick attack when you saw the sign of tears on your boyfriend's eyes despite them being wide open.

"K-keigo I'm sorry! I didn't meant for you to cry!"

"Is not me! IS THSI BODY DAMMIT!" he sobbed before succumbing to crying as he searched for a hug as you only could gulp and hug your boyfriend back.

"The viĺlain you thought yesterday maybe was the cause Hawks." The man spoke nonchantly as you nibbled on your bottom lip as Hawks glared at them. "Since searching for a cure will leave you on a state to not work, we discovered it will cure by itself on a matter of one week."

You didn't like it one bit the way Keigo clenched hsi hands on the couch beside you as his feathers ruffled.

"Better for us even to say that it wont even cost your reputation. Imagine this, "the second pro hero turned into a child". It will hit Negatively on Hawks agency."

"Precisely."

The two man in tuxedo discussed before Keigo got uo and you called his name worriedly before he only clapped his hands with a smirk. One anyone would buy that he was chill... but you knew him better.

He was furious.

"Well, lucky that I got this weekend eh? Too bad I can't take my girlfriend out but anyway glad to see ya! But is time for all of you to get the fuck out of my apartment." He showed the door to the males as you and them widened your eyes at him cursing and the threatening tone he uses it even with a childish voice.

"Hawks, language and-"

"Listen here." Hawks's smiled creepily as one vein almost popped "I am cleary not having a good day so I would LOVE for you fuckers to get out."

They signed and gave you a expecting look. One that made you grimace like they were dealing with a animal and thing which you had to control it for them. Hawks was not the only one who felt trapped. When they discovered you two were dating, it was their mission to make Hawks's life a living hell... until they saw how well the public had take your guys relationship and decide sto remain on that.

Hawks gave a also fake smile before slamming the door shut. Slumping and having his two arms to support him as he hinged his head low.

"Keigo..." you cooes before coming close to him as he only breathed in and out slowly before speaking in a teary voice.

"I just wanted to make you happy... have time with you but this had to happen and they cant e-even h-he-" a sob escaped and he made a effort to gulp it down until he felt your arms around him before he turned around to bury his face on the crook of your neck.

"Its okay. Keigo you already make me soo happy. Corny jokes, you being a lovable jerk and all... we can still have fun." You spoke softly as he breathed in and out and clenched on your shirt as his feathers form his wings slowly ease down as you petted both his hair and them.

"How...?"

"We can still do a bunch of things." He mumbled something in your neck before you pulled back "What was that?"

"Not one thing we can do that we both were looking forward to it."

"Eh?" Your boyfriend only deadpanned at you before mumbling back what you two were thinking with a faint blush.

"We can't be... intimate."

"We can still cuddle Kei and also-"

"In bed (Y/n)." He gave you a knowing look and realization hitted you finally.

"Out of all things you were throwing a fuss becaus eof that?!" You yelped in utter embarrassing as Keigo opened his arms wide open.

"YOU ASKED FOR IT!"

"Why you're so grumpy baby?" You giggled at the loom of his face when he climbed the bed and stared at you laying down as well.

"Why? Because you will take aadvantage of this and not let me be the big spoon."

"You guessed right my handsome." You blinked at him and he cuffed cutely before you opened your arms to him "Cmon~ you cant deny that you always liked to sleep with your head on my chest."

"Is different." He mumbled but still hot into your embrace, sighing heavenly when he met your warmth as he nuzzled on you.

"Comfy?" You yawned as he nodded, smilling you closed your eyes and fell asleep while petting his hair.

On the other day you woke up before Keigo and went to make some breakfast until you heard footsteps and whinning.

"Babe..." he whined, still sleepy as you try your best to not have am overload of cuteness at seing child Keigo with morning hair and yawning cutely.

"Hey birdbrain. Good morning." You returned your attention to the eggs and soon felt a little press on your forehead and more whining as he tried to hug you. "What now you big baby?"

He looked at you with the most adorable pout and made grabby hands at you.

"I cant hug you like usually! I cant even surprise you with neck kisses!" He whined more and hitted his head on your hip while you shook your head.

"Fine fine..." you crouched down and hugged him tightly with a kiss on his cheek "Better now?"

"No.. didn't got my kiss." You giggled as he smirked before feeling extremely betrayed when you kissed him on the forehead. "Dove I meant on the lips yeah?"

"Not until you are like this baby! Now come on eat something."

You swore you could hear Hawks saying he was sit on the corner, due to all the sad he got just because of a kiss.

Which movie honey?"

"A scary one I guess?" Keigo's winds flapped as he closed the microwave after taking the bow of popcorn.

"Kids can even watch this?" You joked and he flashed dyou a smirk.

"Well, yeah after all you watch sometimes."

"Excuse me Takami Keigo?"

"What? Did I say anything? I didn't say anything." He chuckled at your irritated face as he took some popcorn and munched as you sitted down with a huff.

"You're lucky you're in this state or else I would have put you to sleep on the couch."

"You wouldn't." You giggled at the henuily scared tone of his childish voice speak before the movie started.

Apparently you were a scary cat, and since Keigi didn't have that glorious delicious chest to hide your face, Takami agreed to watch another movie.

Although not even it reached the half of it and you felt Hawks's head falling your lap... asleep. Cuddling on your leg as if his life depended on it.

"Keigo? Honey?" You whispered while brushing his golden looks out of his face as he only hummed "If your fired than go to sleep sweety, I wont mind."

"No... you.. like... then not... sleeping... just resting eyes..." he mumbled as you softened your gaze and petted his hair.

It must be due to how his childhood body reacted because no way Keigo would be sleeping at 8 p.m. Especially being acustomized to work work work work and ocassionaly take five minutes of rest.

This was actually a pretty good way for him to relax. Keigo himself wouldn't let him relax mostly on his breaks. So this was really good for him.

Although you miss the actual body and face of your boyfriend, you couldn't help but to give another kiss on him, but instead on his nose as soft snores and breaths come out of him.

He got down the few stairs and stared at you opening a box of cake and tilted his head at your actions.

"Can I ask what my little dove is doing?" You looked at him and showing him a ate of a already piece of the cake.

"Tjought on a little dessert to give some more sugar to your life!" You giggled as he sighed.

"All the sugar I need is so close yet so far." He sighed as you rolled your eyes and offered a spoonful of the spongy cake for him.

He blushed crinsom red before looking away.

"I can feed myself (Y/n)..."

"I know bit I thought it would be cute!" You pouted at him as he only looked at you in unpleasant bit with a smirk coming back to life. "Pleaseeee? Honey???"

"Fine..." he rolled his eyes with a smile before parting his lips enough to receive the spoon. "You're enjoying this arent you?"

"For all the teasing you made me when through. Karma is a bktch isn't it? Here comes the airplanes~"

"You do know that I wont stop teasing you after this right?" He smirked at your defeated look before taking the spoonful on his mouth.

"... KEIGO GET BACK HERE YOU-" you ran after the winged hero as he laughed at your distress.

"Hey... dovey?" He mumbled one night as you grunted "... thank you."

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him as he held the tears back.

"Is just... my life was marked by loneliness, you know? Before you it was all just an act but ... just looking at you was necessary for me to fall in love. Fall hard you"

you heard in awestruck and with tears of happiness to hear him talking about something so beautiful.

"basically." he laughed before finally looking at you properly "You filled all that emptiness of my childhood in just five days. In that time it was enough to fill the life of the street kid caught by the heroes commission ... with love. So once again-" he cupped your cheek in his much smaller hands with a smile "Thank you (Y/n), my love, for staying and loving the real Takami Keigo."

It was silent for a while until you burried your face on his little chest as he chuckled.

"You're crying babe?"

"N-no.. is just something on my eye." You sniffled as he petted your head.

"Right, so what is in your eye?"

"TEARS YOU JERK! OKAY?! HAPPY?!" you laughed when he laughed at your response.

Hee groaned, but this time he rubbed his hand on your thigh with his hand.. sighing in bliss at your warmth until he forced his eyes open.

The sun lights were bothering you on your sleep and in a common act and without thinking he covered you with his gigantic red wing and returned to bury his face on your head.

... WAIT A SECOND-!

He sitted up with wide eyes, staring at his hands. Which returned back to normal with scars and all as he chucked. Suck that hero commision, it took FIVE DAYS not seven.

You grumbled and asked him on your sleepy state to him what was happening as he crawled on top of you and kissed you passionate, ignoring your yelps of shock and surprise. He needed that kiss let him have the kiss

"Keigo!" You breathed out in shock amd glee at seing him back as he chuckled and pressed more than one hundred kissed on your lips, cheeks and neck. You both panted as Keigo looked down at you with adoration as you cupped his cheek, lovingly how he nuzzled on it searching for your touch even more.

"We so we have two days still on your break birdbrain? What you want to do?" He hummed with eyes closed before going down to kiss your neck and gently suck on your earlobe.

"Maybe catch up on what we planned on the start?" He rotted his hips against yours as you gasped at feeling he was well awake in more ways than one.

"Horny bird.." you whispered teasingly to him as he got up on his elbows to look at you, giving a simple gentle kiss as your hands went into his head to welcome his tongue to twirl against your own.

"Your horny bird." He mumbled between the kisses as you nodded eargly "and you are my baby bird. Mine and mine alone."

#takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #hawks #takami keigo #bnha #bnha characters #bnha heroes #bnha heroes x reader #zuffer writings

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kelyon · 3 years

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Golden Rings: A Story

The Storybrooke sequel to Golden Cuffs

Rumpelstiltskin tells the truth

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Rumpelstiltskin looked at his wife in awe. She looked like Mrs. Gold, with her tight black dress and dark makeup. But the way she spoke sounded like Belle. The curse wasn’t broken, so she wasn’t Belle. Not yet. This woman was something in between the two extremes, a light coming into the darkness--like a half-moon, or the first gray haze of dawn.

His wife spoke of dreams, she called him Rumple. After months of lies and silence, she was desperate for the truth. And he was desperate to tell it to her.

The table where he had laid out his dagger separated their bodies. He limped around it as he went to her. He held her hands between his own over his cane. Her wedding ring was off her finger, but she held it tightly in her fist. At his prompting, she opened her hand. He circled the outline of the ring against her palm.

“What do you remember,” he said softly, “about our rings?”

She bit her lip. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think. “I--I remember… that they came from the shop. That you have a tray of gold wedding bands that never sell for much. The ones we wear were the ones that fit us best. I remember you ordered me to never take it off. You said it meant I belong to you--that a wedding ring was more binding than any kind of collar or--” She gasped. Her eyes went wide. “Or cuffs!”

His wife gripped his hand, like he was the only thing she could be sure of. “I remember there were cuffs. I wore them on my wrists like bracelets, but they were magic! They were made of gold--or straw.”

She looked down at her wrists, clearly trying to reconcile how a thing could be gold and straw and magic all at the same time. “You gave them to me. They made me do whatever you said. But… But then I took them off. And when you gave them back to me, they were rings. And instead of wearing both of them, I only wore one. You wore the other.” Her gaze shifted to their hands, she rubbed his ring with her thumb. “It is a sign, not of bondage, but a bond. A vow we could break at any time, but mutually promise not to.”

Rumpelstiltskin heard his own words repeated back to him. Time and distance and curses had changed nothing about his marriage, about how much he loved Belle.

And now Mrs. Gold remembered being Belle. She looked up at him. Her eyes had never been wider or bluer or more beautiful.

“Which memory is true?” she whispered. There was a tremor in her voice.

He wrapped his arms around his wife, he pressed his face into her hair. “The second one,” he answered. “Is that the memory where you think of me as Rumple?”

Clutching him, she nodded.

“Then that’s the truth, sweetheart.” He held her close, rubbed her back. “Any time you remember being married to Rumple, that’s when the memories are true.”

“Those are the memories where you look like a monster.”

He held her face and used his thumbs to wipe the tears from her eyes. “But not, I hope, the memories where I act like one.”

His wife shook her head. A weak smile flickered over her face, like a match trying to catch logs to make a fire.

“You have magic in those memories.” She broke their embrace to look at the table. “Magic that has something to do with this dagger.” She picked it up in one hand, her fingers gripping expertly around the handle. “And something to do with me?”

Standing beside her, he set his hand lightly on her waist. Now that she was becoming Belle again, he never wanted to stop touching her. It was hard to stop at just holding her hands.

“I gave you the dagger,” he reminded her. “So you could control me, and all my powers.”

He felt the shiver go up her spine. “We used that control for sex, didn’t we?”

Rumpelstiltskin chuckled and kissed her temple. “Yes. Yes, I’m not surprised you remember that, darling. Those times were… memorable.”

Holding the dagger, his wife turned to face him. “Mr. Gold would never let himself be weak around anyone. Not even me. Especially not me. He would never give me power over him.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “No,” he said softly. “Gold was too much of a coward to trust you with himself.” His hands squeezed at the cap sleeves of her dress. “That was a lesson I didn’t learn until it was almost too late.”

Bringing her hands up to his chest, she rubbed the dark fabric of his suit lapels between her fingers. “But you’re Rumple now.” She looked up at him. “How long have you been Rumple?”

The trickster-true answer ‘all my life,’ sat on his tongue, but Rumpelstiltskin wanted to give his wife honesty.

“Since October,” he said.

Nodding slowly, she looked him up and down. “Rent Day in October. That was when you started to change.”

“Yes,” he said. “I woke up the moment I heard Emma’s name.”

She blinked. “Sheriff Swan? What does she have to do with all this?”

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Everything,” he grinned at her. Without letting go of her hand, he stepped away from her body. “There is something I must do, sweetheart. There is somewhere I must go.”

“Where?” She followed him as he took a step, her fingers threaded through his. “And what? Do you need me to drive?”

Already pulling out the keys to Gold’s car, he looked at her. “You can drive?”

To his surprise, she laughed. A radiant smile filled her face. “Yeah, gosh, since I was sixteen. I had to get my licence as soon as I could, so I could do deliveries for my dad’s shop, or take my mom to her doctor’s appointments.” She swallowed, her smile shrank, then vanished. “After my uncle and my cousin Andrew were in their car accident, Aunt Terri would only get in a car if I was driving. I don’t know why she trusted me more than anyone else, but she did.”

It had never occurred to Rumpelstiltskin to imagine this woman as a teen-ager in this world. But she had been. Or at least, she remembered being one. She wasn’t entirely Gold’s creature. His wife had been a child once. She’d had a family who had relied on her. She’d grown up in this world and learned skills that Belle never had.

Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed. “Wait, are those memories fake too? My family, are they not--”

“We’ll find out,” he assured her. He didn’t know the truth himself, but he’d be damned if he let this poor woman have one more moment of self-doubt. “Come with me, and we’ll figure it all out, together.” He held Gold’s keys out to her. “Do you know how to get to the cabin?”

With a wry grin, she took the keys in the hand that wasn’t holding the dagger and her ring. “I’ve been there once or twice.”

****

It was odd for Rumpelstiltskin to be in the passenger seat of the Cadillac. Odder still to see the woman who looked like Mrs. Gold driving. She adjusted the seat and put on her safety belt and checked all the mirrors before she started the ignition. Without having to drive himself, Rumpelstiltskin was better able to observe the other cars and pedestrians as they made their way out of town.

Emma Swan’s Volkswagen was crookedly parked under the “officials only” sign at the hospital. The car was a few feet away from the black Mercedes Regina drove--also parked haphazardly, as if in a desperate hurry. On Main Street, Mary Margaret Blanchard slowly walked away from Granny’s and towards her apartment. She held herself closely, looking visibly distraught. David Nolan pulled out into the road, his pickup truck fully packed as he drove away from her.

Inside the Cadillac, it was quiet until his wife spoke up. “So, um. I think there’s a lot that I don’t understand. I mean, obviously there is. But, maybe, instead of me asking you for every little detail, you could just, um, tell me the whole thing?”

Rumpelstiltskin smiled. He would have taken her hand, but she had both of them on the steering wheel. His other instinct was to squeeze the flesh of her thigh, but that gesture felt wrong, somehow. Things between them were still too tenuous, too unknown and too fragile. The woman beside him was his wife, but she wasn’t Belle. Not entirely. Not yet. Her wedding ring and his dagger both lay inert on the seat between them.

“Back at the shop I said I would tell you everything,” he answered. “Of course, ‘everything’ is quite a lot. Would it be all right to start with just the parts about you?”

For just a second, she took her eyes off the road to look at him. Then she nodded.

“Thank you,” he said. He took a deep breath, and began: “Once upon a time, there was a man who had so much wealth and power it made him into a monster.”

He saw her hands tighten around the steering wheel, but she said nothing.

“In his monstrousness, the man sought out a girl. He wanted to use her to satisfy his own cruel appetites. The girl he chose was beautiful and intelligent and brave. She was kind and innocent, and all the monster wanted to do was hurt her.”

His wife’s lips pressed together. “She wasn’t that innocent.” Her voice was thick. “Or that kind.”

“She was,” he assured her. “Everything she endured, she did it to save her family.”

She shook her head, but kept her eyes fixed on the road in front of her. “She abandoned them. She didn’t think she had a life or a future with them, so she sold out.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “She let that man take her away from them because she wanted a better life--a richer life. A life where she wouldn’t have to worry, wouldn’t have to care about anybody.” As she gripped the steering wheel, Rumpelstiltskin understood that she was trying to dig her fingernails into her palms. “And then, once the man started hurting her in ways that she didn’t like, she told herself that she deserved it.”

“She didn’t,” Rumpelstiltskin promised. Was any part of what she said Belle’s story? Or was it all Mrs. Gold? “What the man did to her… was entirely his fault. She bears no blame for any of it.”

“Doesn’t she?” She glanced at him again. “I mean, they made a deal. She benefited from all that bullshit as much as he did. He gave her a good life, she got off on most of it.”

She tried to smile, but all Rumpelstiltskin could do was rest his hand on her arm.

“If he was a good husband, he would have cared about her safety. He would have only done things that brought her pleasure. And he never would have made her feel like she was in his debt. A true marriage is a marriage of equals, of giving as much as you receive.”

“I am yours as you are mine.”

Belle loved saying those words. They were the motto of Jefferson and Leona, a couple who each wore a collar to show their devotion to the other. Belle often repeated the phrase in their marriage as they played their games of submission. Of course his wife would repeat them now.

“In the story,” he continued, “the man who became a monster, found that he wanted to become a man again. And that frightened him. He fell in love with the girl he had taken. He found that he didn’t care about power or darkness anymore. All he wanted was to give her a good life.”

“She fell in love with him, too.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “By some miracle, she did. And when he told her that the only good life for her would be without him, she refused to leave.”

His wife’s brow furrowed. “That’s not right,” she said. “She did leave. He was cruel to her. He made her go away. He told her that he didn’t love her and she didn’t want to fight him anymore, so she left.”

Rumpelstiltskin felt her words like darts into his heart. She was right, of course. And it was like Belle to remember the worst of things and want to bring them out into the light. She was compassionate and forgiving, but she would never deny the truth.

“You’re right.” He shifted in his seat. “She did leave. But she came back.”

“She searched the whole castle looking for him,” she sighed. “And she found him in the dungeon cell where he had once imprisoned her.”

“He was a broken man,” Rumpelstiltskin said. “He thought the light had gone from his world forever.”

“That was when you gave me your dagger.” They pulled up to the cabin. His wife parked the car and turned to him. “That was when you asked me to marry you, Rumple.”

He nodded. He wanted nothing more than to reach for his wife, to pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply. But positioned as they were in the front seat of the car, all he could do was grip both of her hands in his own.

“The only fair price for someone’s heart is to give your own heart to them in return.”

Her eyes were full of tears and love in equal measure. “Rumple,” she whispered.

Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead. “I know,” he murmured. “And I promise you, there is more. There is… everything. But first we need to take a walk.”

****

The well was only a short walk away from the cabin. It wasn’t useful as a source of drinking water, it wasn’t attached to any man-made waterways or pipes. Gold would have had it demolished years ago, but it was a protected landmark. A brass plaque on the side of the structure proclaimed it a wishing well. Local legend said that the waters of the well had the power to return that which was lost.

Rumpelstiltskin knew that many worlds had such tales associated with bodies of water. In his own land, the source of this magic was called Lake Nostos. In worlds with magic, all of the waters were connected, which often gave them greater power than any other force in that world. He had been waiting for the moment when magic would fully enter this world. Then, he would be able to harness the latent powers of these waters.

They walked through the forest, him and his wife. A beaten-down path led from the road to the well. She was surefooted, even in Mrs. Gold’s stilettos--or at least as good as he was with Gold’s cane. It was a quiet journey. When he looked at his wife, she had her eyes on the forest floor. Her lips moved slightly, as though she were talking to herself, trying to figure things out.

“How are you?” He stopped to talk to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can believe all this.” She folded her arms over her chest and bit her lip. “Like, when I think about it--when I think about magic and daggers and castles--it all seems completely crazy.”

Rumpelstiltskin swallowed. “I understand.”

“But--but it’s what I’ve been dreaming about for months now. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? And you don’t think I’m crazy, do you?”

“No.” He cupped her cheek in one hand. “No, sweetheart. I promise, everything you remember is what I know to be true. Please trust me.”

She put her hand over his own on her face. “I do,” she murmured. “I don’t understand why. I don’t understand anything. But I do trust you, Rumple.”

He took his hand away and reached into his trouser pocket. He pulled out the glass vial and showed it to her. The glowing purple-pink of magic shone against her pale cheek.

“This is the best I have to offer right now, in terms of proof. As far as I know, this is as much magic as has ever been collected in one place in this world.”

Eyebrows furrowed, she stared at the bottle. Her hand raised, as if she wanted to reach out and grab it, but didn’t dare to. “What is it, Rumple?” she whispered. “What kind of magic?”

“The most powerful magic of all,” he told her. “The only magic that doesn’t come with a price. True Love.”

“Snow White.” Even as she said it, she looked only more puzzled. “And Prince Charming. Them, together, they have true love.” Her eyes widened. “I watched you make this potion. From their hair!”

“Yes.” He smiled, remembering that day in his tower. “The two of them have true love. And what they create together, is a very powerful thing.”

“The Savior.” His wife began to laugh. “Emma! Emma is the savior we’ve been waiting for. Emma will break the curse!”

“Yes!” He wrapped his arm around her. “And soon, I think. Very soon. When it happens, we’ll need to be ready.”

She nodded to the vial of True Love. “You’re going to use that for something.”

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Yes, my love. I’ll show you when we get to the well.”

They started to walk again. Rumpelstiltskin felt the urgency building in his mind. He wanted to get closer, he had to get closer. There was a tension in the air, like the coming of a storm. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He picked up his pace, leaving his wife to trail behind him. The well was in sight. They were so close. The work of lifetimes was about to be completed. He had toiled for centuries to have the curse be cast, he had waited for months for it to break.

And then, it did.

Not just True Love, but True Love’s Kiss.

The power swept over the land--stronger and purer than anything within the capabilities of the Dark One in all his terrible glory. Rumpelstiltskin felt it as a bolt of lighting that took up the whole of the atmosphere. But this power was not destructive. It was not harsh and damaging. No, the opposite. The intensity was enough to level cities and crumble bones, but the purpose of it was to heal. The light was a golden rainbow, infinitely strong and infinitely gentle. This was a force to restore, to rebuild.

To break curses. To bring back happy endings. To regain that which once was lost.

Rumpelstiltskin felt the magic pour over him, but he had no power over it. This was pure goodness, something so much greater than himself. It was greater than anything--except the person who had created it. All he could do was close his eyes and let his soul witness this rarest of magical events.

“She did it,” he whispered to himself.

When the moment passed, he kept walking. There was still work to do. If he was lucky, some of the force of Emma’s magic would have been absorbed by the waters in the wishing well. He could use that, and the True Love he held in his hand, to bring forth some magic he would be able to control.

“Wait,” his wife’s voice came from behind him.

He stopped, but didn’t turn around. They were too close. “It’s just up here.”

“No,” Belle’s voice broke through the mania of magic in his head. “Rumpelstiltskin, wait!”

His feet refused to move. She was holding the dagger. Magic was in Storybrooke now.

Belle had given him an order.

He turned his head to look at her. He couldn’t speak. It was her. Nothing had changed about her appearance. The way she stood, the tilt of her head, the steady, wide-eyed gaze--those were all the same. But now she was Belle, in a way she hadn’t been, even today, not before this moment.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “My darling. Belle!”

Tears fell onto her smiling cheeks as she closed the gap between them. With the dagger in one hand, she wrapped her arms around him.

He returned the embrace, holding her body tightly against his own.

Their mouths met. He kissed her with enough force and passion to erase the past twenty-eight years. She returned the kiss hungrily. Both of them gave everything they had to the other. They needed it. They had needed each other for so long.

When they broke apart, she rested in his arms. She laid her head against his chest and whispered: “Rumpelstiltskin, I love you.”

#golden rings #rumbelle #rumbelle fic #rumbelle fanfic #ouat

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itsapapisongo · 3 years

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animam agere*

Pairing: JohnTen

Genre: Angst (sort of) | Fluff

Tropes: Character Death | Established Relationship | Non-Idol AU

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Character death, profanity

Summary: In a single blink, a normal day turns to tragedy. With a snap, everything turns to ashes.

Notes: * To have one’s last breath. | Once again, as it often happens, the despicable fiend known as Writer’s Block as arrived at my doorstep. Since I’ve been listening to Infinity War’s and Endgame’s soundtrack and planning on writing something involving the Infinity Stones and loss, I thought writing about the Decimation—or the Snap, if you prefer—was an interesting way to practice the Art of Angst.

Warning: This is completely unedited mess. ‘Nuff said.

“WHERE’S THE bottle opener thingie?”

Johnny closed his eyes and sighed, but he couldn’t quite conceal the small smile that spread across his face. He shook his head gently, chuckled, then turned to his boyfriend. Ten stood in their apartment’s small kitchen and titled his head in a this shouldn’t be this hard yet it is sort of way. A bottle of wine was in his left hand, the right gently placed on his waist as he read the label then glanced over his shoulder, toward the counter, as if whatever he was looking had magically appeared there. He bore a look of confusion in his face that Johnny found both adorable and amusing.

“You mean the corkscrew?”

Ten frowned, glanced at the bottle, then back at his boyfriend. “That’s what it’s called?” He asked, his voice laced with disgust. “Cockscrew?”

“Cork—“ Johnny enunciated slowly. “—screw.”

“Whoever named it that needs a swift kick in the ass.”

“Without them we wouldn’t be able to enjoy wine, though.” Johnny shrugged as he walked over and joined Ten in the kitchen. “So be thankful for it having a name.”

“Yeah, but ‘bottle opener’ works just fine.”

“It sure does.”

Ten clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, giving his back to Johnny. Though he did this quickly, Johnny caught a glimpse of that half-smile his boyfriend often had whenever he was being playful.

“So, Mr. I-Know-Big-Words . . .“ Ten placed the bottle on the counter and leaned on it, tilting his head to the side. “Where’s the damn bottle opener?”

“It’s in one of the drawers.” Johnny idly gestured towards the counter’s drawers behind Ten’s lower back. “Don’t know which one but it’s in there.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Cool,” Ten exclaimed, clapping loudly. He leaned forward then, though he didn’t need to, stood on his tiptoes to gently peck Johnny’s lips. “Look for it then.”

“You do know that you’re abusing your power?” Johnny stood there, smiling and not entirely surprised. “You can’t do that every time you don’t wanna do something.”

“You wanna bet, Chicago?” Ten raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Johnny blinked and opened his mouth to respond but relented, smiling so wide that his eyes were crinkled and barely visible. He looked away, unable to contain his laughter, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. He opened the drawer, found the corkscrew—pardon, bottle opener—and proceeded to open the bottle. He could hear Ten chuckling behind him then heard the faint but distinctive sound of phone’s camera.

“You look so whipped,” Ten said, his voice dripping with smugness. “Oh, wait—you are whipped.”

Johnny threw his head back, groaning then laughing. He glared at Ten for a second before softening and chuckling, eyes crinkled, smile wide. Ten leaned in, kissed him in the cheek, slapped his thigh, and took the bottle away as soon as it was uncorked. Before he could protest, Ten was pouring the wine on two glasses. When their eyes met, his boyfriend winked and blew him a kiss.

What little shit, he thought as clenched his jaw and bit his lower lip. His boyfriend sure knew that smirks and kisses often won him over. He know how to abuse his power well.

AN HOUR or so later, the bottle was empty. They had opened another—Ten had reluctantly done the favor—and sat on the living room, not quite watching TV yet not quite ignoring it. They were too involved in a whispered conversation to care about the drama flick Johnny had insisted they watched. Tom Hank was putting on a damn good show and that for the most part was going to waste.

It had been a while since they had found time to just unwind—to be in each other’s arms or kiss or tease each other—because with Johnny working long days at the studio and Ten interning at the art gallery they rarely conceded these days. But these moments mattered and they were meant to be cherished and they had promised each other that they would do whatever it took to enjoy them. These moments were rare and neither of them was about to let them slip through their fingers.

The relationship had started behind everyone’s back—with only Kun and Yuta being in the know—and they had taken steps to solidify what had started as a leap of faith into the unknown. Having been pretty certain about his sexuality then suddenly feeling like he was still learning about himself, for Johnny it was uncharted territory. For Ten, on the other hand, who knew what he liked and disliked since puberty, this wasn’t exactly new but it wasn’t exactly something he had experienced in. Flings were nothing when compared to a committed relationship.

Almost a year had passed since their first date. Neither regretted their midnight escapades. Neither regretted holding hands in public, passing it off as friends being friendly and indulging in “skinship”. They knew who they were, where they stood, and who they loved. Once, during their fifth date, when a woman on a nearby table gave them a judgmental look and harrumphed at them, Ten smiled and waved at her. Through gritted teeth, he mumbled, “fuck this, fuck that, fuck it, and fuck the rest.”

And so they did. Why lose time and wallow in pity when you knew who you were, when you had embraced who you were? Love is love is love is love. That’s all that mattered.

FUCK THIS, fuck that, fuck it, and fuck the rest.

“Why?” Johnny asked, doing his best not to look at the woman without feeling a mix of annoyance and delight.

“Because I love you,” Ten whispered, shrugging. “That’s why.”

“Oh.”

His boyfriend shrugged again, unfazed. “You feel me?”

“I feel you.” He chuckled sheepishly. When Ten reached out and intertwined his hand with his, Johnny couldn’t help but feel loved. “I just feel you.”

“Good to hear, Chicago.” Ten half-smiled, caressing Johnny’s chin.

TEN HAD laid his head on Johnny’s lap, his body sprawled across the couch. He was on his phone when he spoke up, a worried tone in his voice.

“New York is a mess,” he whispered.

“I mean it’s a big city and—“

“Not like that, you himbo.” Ten sat straight and showed him a video of Central Park. A figure clad in metal tones of red and iron fought a giant brute. A good chunk of the park was made a disaster in a matter of seconds. The video ended abruptly as though the phone had fallen to the ground. “Mark had mentioned a good part of Manhattan had to be evacuated but, shit, I thought he was exaggerating.”

Johnny frowned. Manhattan evacuated? Aliens in New York? It wasn’t exactly strange but it was surprising. Still after six years had since the Battle of New York, it was oddly and eerily surprising. Since then everything had drastically changed—the world had expanded and everyone was forced, one way or another, to forget what they knew yet ignored two truths: humanity wasn’t alone in the universe and something or someone out there was certainly watching.

“Is Mark okay?”

Ten shrugged, though the gesture was small. “He hasn’t responded in the group chat since, wow, almost six hours.”

“Should we worry?”

“I don’t—“ Ten paused, unsure. “Maybe. Let me just call him.”

Johnny nodded, offered a thumbs-up, and stood up. He took the empty wine bottle and walked to the kitchen, humming a tune that was familiar yet eluded him. He left the bottle on the sink, washed his hands, and opened the refrigerator. Something to eat would be nice, balance the alcohol high, keep things flowing, so he pulled a small cheese tray Taeil had given him the day prior. He glanced over his shoulder, saw that Ten was making the call, sheepishly opened the tray and popped in a grape.

“Hey,” he mumbled, his mouth full, “want a grape?”

“Yeah, sure,” his boyfriend replied, though it was clear he was distracted. He perked up, disgust in his voice. “Wait—did you just offer me grapes?”

“Oh, right.” Johnny nodded. “Fruits are a big no-no.”

“You better wash your teeth. I’m not kissing you with—shit, Mark, are you okay?” Ten stood up so fast he felt nauseous. “I just saw something online. New York’s a fucking mess. Where are you?”

A strings of impatient ‘uh-huh’s and worried ‘okay’s echoed in the apartment’s living room. His pacing was faint but Johnny could still hear it. For about a minute, there was silence. Though Ten had stopped moving, Johnny could hear his breathing. He heard in his boyfriend’s voice relief as he assumed that Mark told him he was safe, probably away from all the danger and the destruction that had been unleashed mere blocks from where Mark had been.

“Call me back as soon as you get to the airport.” Ten sighed. “Well, fuck, at the very least text me.”

Johnny popped in another grape, frowning. “Everything okay?”

Ten nodded, but it was an apprehensive nod. The kind of gesture that said yeah, for now. He raised a finger that said one second, nodded again, then hung up. He sighed and looked ashen but definitely relieved as he threw his phone on the couch.

“He’s getting on a flight back to Seoul.” Ten rubbed his left temple with his thumb. “Says it’s best if he enjoys the rest of his vacations here.”

“That’s good, right?”

“Better here than the super dangerous capital of the world.”

Johnny nodded. He reached for something on the tray and offered it. “Cheese?”

Ten scoffed. He walked to the small coffee table between the couch and the TV and picked up his glass and the second bottle of wine. “No, wine,” he said. “Now pour me another glass.”

“As you wish.” Johnny winked, taking the bottle. He popped in the piece of cheese his boyfriend had neglected and munched on it, humming that familiar yet elusive tune again. As he poured the wine, Ten held his glass and bit his lower lip. “Bottoms up.”

“And tops down.” Ten nodded, winked, and took a sip.

Johnny turned, smiling, feeling a bit better. A frowning Ten required cheering up. And he was up for the challenge of turning that frown upside down and what better way than to—

Something fell—glass shattered on the ground, wine splashing behind it—and Johnny whirled, worried and ready to help. Ten was frowning, his entire face contorted with confusion and uncertainty. Johnny blinked and saw that Ten’s right hand, up to his forearm, was gone . . . but that couldn’t be—or could it? Where there was once fingers was replaced by empty space and—were those ashes or was it dust? Ten looked up, the frown replaced by fear, sudden, real, overwhelming.

“Johnny?” He asked, his voice trembling. “What is—“

“Ten?” Johnny reached out for his left arm but it crumbled into dust—no, ashes—in his own palm. He tried to grasp him by his forearm but only managed end up with handful of ashes. “What is—no, no, what the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t—” Ten gasped.

Johnny reached out and pulled him close, felt his weight against his chest for a second—felt his breath, felt his warmth—until he didn’t anymore. He closed his eyes and was washed, head to toe, in ashes. He was grasping at nothing but air and a cloud of grayish-brown ashes. Johnny stood there, eyes closed, trembling, unsure of what had happened.

He felt numb as though someone had thrown cold water over him; his legs gave out and he collapsed, his back and head sliding against the small space between the counter and refrigerator. He could only hear his breathing, uneven and loud, and the faint rumbling of thunder outside. The thunder echoed like the dull roar of a beast that had been awakened.

“I feel you,” Johnny whispered between sobs and sniffs. “I feel you, Chittaphon, I feel you.” He hugged himself, hyperventilating. “I only feel you.”

All he could think of was the look of terror in Ten’s face.

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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I noticed a lot of people wanting headcanons where roman is a younger age and where he's regressed rather than age dreaming

i just wanted to make a little post saying why voluntary agedre roman is really important!

When I started planning the series I didn't plan to use Roman as a little at all actually, I just wanted to project onto baby vee and be done with it, but the more i wrote the more i realised that roman's behaviour came across as jealous and i thought you know what that's very much in character for him

the single thing that convinced me to write little roman was when i was taking notes while watching an episode and roman says "jeez i wouldve stayed in my room if i knew dad was gonna take us on a guilt trip" while pouting

and i made a note on my page that said 'maybe roman can be the tantrum prone older sibling who's jealous of the new baby? OH THATS CUTE' and then i just kept getting bombarded with ideas so little prince became a character in the series

and here's the most crucial thing: as soon as i knew i had two different littles to write, i knew i wanted to address how different littlespaces can be for different people

so often my friends in the agere/agedre communities are really insecure about how their littlespace compares to others and to how it's often represented in online spaces

so while vee's regression is much more typical of the medical definition of age regression - ie. intrinsically linked to his mental health, stress-induced, involuntary, unconscious and unaware, a much younger age, etc. - i wanted roman to represent the often forgotten littles who are completely aware of what they're doing and who don't act little to deal with trauma and mental health but just like to be little because it's fun

i've actually never read a regression fic where the character has full control over when they become little, the ones i've seen have tended to focus on accidentally slipping into littlespace and on the character being insecure in their littlespace and being reassured by a caregiver - and that's of course totally valid and they're really cute!

but i never saw my age dreaming friends represented and i knew that i wanted to do that - to show a character who is completely aware of it and who can control whether or not they're little (and who has absolutely no insecurities about their littlespace) and show that that's just as cute and just as real as involuntary regression!

also there seems to be a big focus on age ranges in the agere community and that's really useful and good, i myself have benefitted from knowing the age range i regress to, but not everyone has a defined age when they are little - i wanted roman to act in a way that he generally perceived to be "childish" but that wasn't focussed on developmental stages because he himself doesn't care about that

so when i get a headcanon about roman accidentally slipping into his headspace or about him being a toddler instead of a kiddo or about him being embarrassed about being little i will be changing it up if i answer it because i just think that seeing a voluntary, unashamed, completey aware, not-defined-by-age age dreamer in a fanfic can bring a lot of positives to people who might be struggling with accepting themselves

i've had at least 6 separate people tell me that seeing roman as a voluntary age dreamer has personally helped them to feel happier about their own littlespaces and that's just amazing - even if it had only been one person it would have been enough for me to be really adamant about sticking to this characterisation for roman

so i just wanted to write this all out in case people get upset when i ignore part of your headcanon or change it - i understand projecting onto characters is really fun and can bring a lot of good, but i want to essentially reserve little roman as an option for those often forgotten littles to project onto since i haven't seen another oppurtunity for them to see themselves elsewhere!

in light of this i'm going to stop tagging my posts as "agere roman" and start tagging "agedre roman" - im probably going to be the only person in that tag but that's fine! if someone searches it and finds my fic and gets to feel better about themselves then it'll be worth it

#i rambled here but im just rly passionate abt this!!#agedre roman #little roman #ts agere #sanders sides agere #little/big series #bee babbles #long post

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princessjungeun · 4 years

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Lego House: Kim Lip x Reader

Request: could u please do an agere scenario with kim lip x little!reader where the reader hurts herself while playing with her lego and so lip just like puts a bandaid on her booboo and holds her in her arms for a while n just makes her babie feel all better

For the longest time you never revealed to Jungeun that you regressed. Although it was a coping mechanism for you, you often found it embarrassing. Even though you were well aware there was nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, you just couldn’t help feeling bad about the whole thing.

It wasn’t until one day you ended up regressing in her presence that Jungeun found out your secret. At first she was confused because she hadn’t seen you in this state before. Usually you’d be in a t shirt and sweatpants. But this time you were in a onesie with your hair in pigtails.

You immediately ran away and hid out of fear that she wouldn’t be accepting. However she followed after you and tried her best to get you to come out. It took over an hour but eventually she was able to convince you that she was someone you could trust.

Since then she’s been your caregiver, and the best one you’ve ever had at that. She isn’t overly strict even though you aren’t the best listener, but she also isn’t too nice. After caring for you a few times she found a happy medium that worked for the two of you.

Most days you regress Jungeun is around your shared apartment ready to take care of you. On those days she’ll take you out somewhere like your favorite playground. She will usually have most of the day already mapped out so you can have a good day with no worries.

However there are days where you find yourself regressed when Jungeun isn’t around. This really only happens when she’s working. You have always regressed old enough to take care of yourself if needed...for the most part at least.

Today was one of those days.

When you woke up you already felt small. You looked around the empty bedroom wondering where your mommy was.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you rolled out of bed and padded softly to the kitchen. There you saw a note on the table reading:

@ work until 5pm

Thankfully you regressed young enough to read, if you had to place a specific age it’d probably be around 6 years old.

You held the note in your hand before looking at the clock. Although you were old enough to read letters, you weren’t old enough to read the analog clock that hung on the wall.

A huff of frustration left your lips before heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get dressed. You tried your best to pull your hair into two pigtails but they ended up being extremely lopsided and messy. Nevertheless you were still proud of yourself for not needing mommy’s help. When you finished you ran off to the kitchen to find something to eat.

It was almost as if Jungeun knew you were going to regress today. Mostly because you realized she hid all the chocopies and other sugary things you’d definitely spend all day eating without her supervision.

You settled for toaster waffles instead, making them the way you used to watch Jungeun make them for you.

Sitting in front of the TV you flipped the channel so CareBears was playing. This was by far your favorite show when you were regressed, so much so you had stuffies of all the bears.

Hours passed as you buised yourself with toys and cartoons, as well as a small nap in between.

Right now you say on the floor building with your Legos with Mulan playing on the TV. You excitedly built what you determined to be a castle but it honestly looked more like a house.

You finished just as you heard the front door open, indicating that Jungeun was finally home. Scrambling to your feet you pushed the excess legos off to the other side of the floor, so they weren’t tarnishing the image of your perfect castle.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice rang through the apartment. You took off running towards her, “MOMMY!!!” You shouted excitedly as you saw her in the doorway.

Immediately her features softened and she pulled you into her arms.

“Hi baby! How’s my little girl doing today?” She smiled as she kissed your both cheeks leaving you a blushing mess.

You told her with a smile “mm good!”

She pulled away and once’s you over before asking “did you get yourself dressed by yourself today?” You nodded happily and she responded “and I see you did your hair all by yourself!” You pulled at your pigtails happily as she praised you.

You told her “look what I made today!” Grabbing her hand you pulled her towards the main sitting room where your Lego castle was.

She gasped dramatically before asking “did my princess make herself a castle?!” You nodded with a bright smile, showing off your work.

You took at least twenty minutes pointing out every little detail and in return Jungeun showered you with praise and kisses.

When you were done she asked you “well all that you did today must have made you hungry yeah? How about we go make your favorite mac and cheese and for dessert since you were such a good girl you can have a Chocopie?”

Your eyes lit up at the sound of your two favorite foods. You scrambled to your feet, pulling Jungeun up with you.

You’d totally forgotten about the stray Legos that were sprawled across the floor. Only remembering they were there when you tripped over your own foot and fell, a small pink block underneath your knee, scratching you.

Within seconds you were loudly sobbing, clutching your knee in pain. It took less than a second for Jungeun to pull you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you tightly.

“M-mommy!!!” You wailed into her chest, wetting her shirt in your tears.

She rubbed small circles on your back while hushing you softly “shhh it’s okay baby, mommy’s got you. It’s okay.”

She held you in her arms humming softly for at least half an hour before you completely stopped crying.

You pulled away and locked eyes with her, your eyes red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears.

She wiped away the remains of your tears before kissing both your cheeks. You pulled you close again before tickling your sides, a giggle filling the room.

Jungeun laughed and said “that’s my happy girl, let’s go get your favorite food now hmm?” You nodded and she helped you up, smiling when she saw your arms up indicating that you wanted to be carried.

Pulling you onto her hip she let you loop your arms around her neck, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist.

She kissed your cheek again, reminding you “i love you sweet girl.”

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