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WHAT IF MAUL KIDNAPPED ANAKIN RIGHT OFF OF TATOOINE

(I started writing this and then it got out of hand and now it’s 3:30 in the morning, rest of it’s under the break so i don’t monopolize your dash)

So for whatever combination of reasons, Maul spits out the kool-aid and gets really disenchanted with Sidious a lot earlier than in canon. He starts wondering things like “why is he not telling me his master plan if i’m so important to it?” and “why do i get nothing more than vague promises of power sometime in the future, when i should be guaranteed a position as his second-in-command, after all I’ve done for this guy?” and “why does he treat me like i’m disposable, and then constantly tell me i’m crucial for his plans?”

and he starts thinking things like “hey wait a minute, none of that childhood torture made me better at anything sith-related, it just gave me crippling trauma that actually impairs my capacity for self-control and incredible violence” and (possibly due to his experiences at Orsis Academy) “oh whack looks like kids learn a lot better and faster when they’re, like, having fun? Whatever ‘fun’ is?”

and anyway by the time he gets to tatooine with orders to “find that stoner jedi and kick his ass”, Maul is pretty annoyed at his master. And when he senses not one, not two, but THREE powerful force-presences on Tatooine, one of which vastly eclipses any other force presence he’s ever felt, and belongs to a nine-year-old slave boy, Maul gets an idea. You know, (he thinks), his master sure would love to get his hands on a force-baby like that. Master Sidious sure would be evilly thrilled to have an extremely powerful nine-year-old delivered directly to his doorstep on coruscant, with the jedi having to do all the heavy lifting of training the kid. Master Sidious would probably want nothing more than to have this kid be taken in by the Jedi, so he can start grooming a new apprentice.

And Maul, full of spite and an as-yet-undiscovered need to adopt every force-sensitive in sight, decides to deprive Sidious of a potential apprentice. He follows Anakin to Naboo (in this universe, Anakin still wins the podrace, still wins his own freedom), and, after the fighting is over, sees a prime window of opportunity, and kidnaps Anakin right out from under the Jedi’s nose.

(In this universe, Obi-Wan does not cut Darth Maul in half and dump him down the garbage chute- Maul, unwilling to do his master’s bidding any longer, doesn’t go full out against Qui-Gon, doesn’t kill him, and Obi-Wan doesn’t get that grief-and-rage filled boost that helped him dismember Maul last time. The fight ends, the Jedi are convinced that Maul is dead, and Naboo is freed).

Once Maul has the kid, since he’s a pragmatic guy, he also returns to Tatooine and takes the kid’s mom. Maul doesn’t know how to cook, do laundry, tie shoes, or any of that shit. He doesn’t want to have to PARENT the kid, he just wants to train him.

Maul has zero money, and also zero subtlety, so he stomps into Watto’s shop, grabs him by the neck, and says “The boy's mother is coming with me. You will disable her slave chip and let her leave unharmed, or I will squeeze your head off.” Watto complies. For Anakin, this is his first real impression of Maul- storming the junk shop and threatening his former master for the freedom of Anakin’s mother.

Maul is determined to do a better job training Anakin than Sidious did training Maul. Because FUCK Sidious. Maul can be a WAY better Sith than Sidious ever allowed him to be. And since Maul is slowly realizing how... unhelpful... the way he was raised was, he’s determined to figure out how to do it better.

So he reads. He reads training manuals, child psychology books, teaching books, studies on motivation and performance, anything he can get his nerdy little hands on. He learns that frightened children don’t perform well. He learns about “trauma”, and how “trauma” makes it hard to control your emotions sometimes. Well, you can’t have THAT in your ultimate sith apprentice. Okay, so no scaring Anakin and no traumatizing him. Maul quickly realizes that literally everything he does frightens Anakin or his mom, and frightening Anakin’s mom also frightens Anakin (cut him some slack, he’s literally never been in a positive relationship, Maul has no model for any behavior other than “evil abuser” and “subservient slave”).

Maul is not an idiot. He knows he’s not doing it right. He’s reluctant to start teaching Anakin ANYTHING until he knows he won’t accidentally damage his precious spite-apprentice. So he mostly ignores the kid while he reads and learns.

He also observes. Specifically, he observes Shmi Skywalker. Somehow, she seems to be able to interact with Anakin without scaring him. She can even tell him what to do without scaring him. She can teach and correct him without scaring him. And she never physically hurts him at all. Maul is kind of blown away- he didn’t even know it was possible to interact with people like that? HOW does she DO it???

So Maul watches and learns. He practices. Shmi helps, guides him, tells him when he messes up and tells him how to do it better. Maul gets a lot better at restraining his murderous urges. Turns out, if you immediately kill everyone who annoys you, it’s hard to ask them for advice after. The other person Maul gets pointers from is C3PO, the protocol droid the kid dragged along. Maul understands 3PO better than he understands Shmi and Anakin. 3PO is a droid. Maul was raised by a droid. Maul knows how to talk with 3PO, whereas talking with Shmi or Anakin feels like wandering around in a fog full of landmines.

So anyway, Maul and 3PO become unlikely friends, and, as Maul, determined to out-parent Sidious in every conceivable way, learns more and more social skills, emotional intelligence, and interpersonal skills, he truly comprehends how fucked up his own childhood was. There’s rage. There’s grief. There’s murderous desire for vengeance. But there’s also Anakin. Who would be scared if Maul smashed the ship or killed random people to vent his anger. Anakin, who needs something called a “positive role model”, who needs to be taught how to use the Force, and who needs the adults around him to have their shit together. There’s also Shmi, who makes him soup and hot chocolate when he’s feeling bad, and tells him off for breaking things, and who helps him get better at being a real person, and who doesn’t seem to want anything from him other than a general expectation of not hurting her or her son. So Maul deals. He grows. He heals, slowly. There’s setbacks, and gains. And somewhere in there, he starts teaching Anakin how to use the Force.

The problem is, Maul learned to access the Force first through fear and anger. Turns out, it’s really hard to teach someone fundamentals of force usage via fear and anger without first having to traumatize them. So right away, Maul hits a barrier. He doesn’t have any clue how to teach Anakin a different way though. He needs help.

But also, FUCK the jedi. NO WAY is Maul asking the Jedi for help, he hates the Jedi. Maul is still a Sith, he’s just a new, better kind of Sith, the kind that trains apprentices who are gonna kick WAY MORE ASS and be HEALTHY WELL-ADJUSTED PEOPLE while doing it (let him dream, ok?). So Maul starts hauling Shmi and Anakin around the galaxy, seeking out any non-Jedi Force-users they can, to learn Force techniques that the Sith didn’t teach Maul.

They spend time with the Guardians on Jedha, with those weird duck-people from that one episode with Jar-Jar’s girlfriend, with some wacky monks on a tiny island in the ass-end of nowhere, and even some time with a long-lost sith cult in a box system in the middle of the Unknown Regions. Maul learns. Anakin learns. Maul uses what he learns from the other force-users, combines it with what he knows, and teaches Anakin even more. The Jedi and the Sith are really the only two groups who really use the force for Big Impressive Things, like telekinesis and lightning and whatnot, so while the other force groups would have a lot to teach them both, they wouldn’t really be able to teach Anakin how to levitate something. And you can’t be the kick-assiest, bestest Sith Apprentice Ever if you can’t levitate shit. So Maul takes takes all these new techniques, like “being calm and chill when you meditate instead of super pissed off” and “using the Force while not being filled with incredible rage” and “mindfulness techniques” and “who knew you could do cool stuff like floating rocks without having to exhaust yourself by hating everything in existence, including yourself” and applies them to the skills and methods he already has. He and Anakin have to do a lot of fumbling and exploring and mistake-making, but they figure it out. And Anakin learns. And he kicks ass.

When Anakin is 11, Maul hauls him off to Ach-To to dig a crystal out of the roots of an ancient tree. He tells Anakin to hold it and meditate, to let his emotions rise around him, to feed them, to pull them through the crystal, let it resonate, let it take on the shape of his strongest feelings. After all, that is how Maul was trained to bleed his crystals. Maul’s pain and fear and anger yielded him red crystals.

Anakin comes out with yellow. Determination, fierce protectiveness, drive, hunger for justice, righteous fury. That is Anakin’s lightsaber.

Anakin grows up, planet-hopping with his Mom and Uncle Maul in a beat-up freighter with under-the-hood enhancements out the ass (Maul ditched the Scimitar right after Tatooine so his master couldn’t instantly track him down, and Maul and Anakin are both huge mechanics nerds and bond over things like “but what if you put ANOTHER PLASMA CORE IN THE ENGINE”, so this ship is, uh, certainly some sort of thing). Anakin grows up learning a hundred different Force traditions- just about every major Force tradition in the Galaxy (except for Jedi), and more than a few obscure ones. He grows up, tinkering with his droid, learning Juyo from Maul and how to sew a button from his mom. He grows up, beholden to two destinies only: “Help me take down Sidious, because he’s an asshole and a shitty Sith Lord” and “do whatever the fuck you want, because you are a Sith and no one gets to tell you what to do” (”except me.” Shmi interrupts. “Sith Lords still have a bedtime.” “Sith Lords still have a bedtime,” Maul amends, having no desire to repeat what happened when he encouraged a ten-year-old Anakin to ignore all the rules on purpose).

And what Anakin wants to do is what he’s always wanted to do- go back to Tatooine and free the slaves. Maul thinks that a big project like that would be an excellent learning opportunity for Anakin. He also wants Anakin to succeed, so he sits him down and talks logistics. How do you free the slaves without hundreds of slave owners detonating their chips when they hear what is happening? How do you keep them free once you do that? How do you get them jobs, clothes, food, houses? What about the ones who want to leave Tatooine? What about the ones who want to stay? And what about the economic upheaval that will happen when you deprive a whole planet of its cheapest source of labor? When Anakin is fourteen, they start planning.

When Anakin is eighteen, they make their move. Anakin, coordinating with Shmi, who returned to Tatooine three years earlier to organize things on the ground (living with a woman named Beru Whitesun, who is a gateway to the Freedom Path network), activates several massive orbital EMP devices, frying every electrical device on the planet, including slave chips. (The EMPs came from a pirate friend of his mom’s, who seems to do whatever she wants as long as she makes him hot chocolate). All over the planet, lights go out, slave chips fry, and radios go silent. And Shmi’s agents get to work. Ordinary citizens all over tatooine grab their rifles and head out. They meet up with others in their settlement, and the teams sweep the area, following a plan devised by Skywalker and Whitesun. They systematically visit every house in every settlement, city, spaceport, and town that is known to house slaves, and tell the slaves to grab their families and most treasured possessions and follow them.

(Tatooine is a sparsely populated planet- you can count the major settlements on two hands. If it weren’t, this would never have worked.)

Not many slaveowners put up much of a resistance- fifty angry masked people pointing guns in your face tend to make you compliant. The only slaveowner who puts up more than a token resistance is Jabba the Hutt. His resistance, however, lasts about thirty seconds, before Anakin cuts off his head.

Maul meets Anakin at Jabba’s palace, where he’s rounding up the last of Jabba’s cronies.

“No trouble?” Maul asks.

“Nope,” Anakin replies. “You?”

“None.” Maul said. Turns out, it’s like, super easy to take down an entire criminal organization when you can turn up to a meeting of the Hutt family heads, kill them all, and waltz out past all their security forces without breaking a sweat. (Seriously, it’s kind of hilarious how Maul is literally just that good).

“The slaves here are freed?”

“Yep,” says Anakin. Then frowns. “Hold on...” He senses a presence. Big, hulking, simple, and starving. He can sense that, whatever it is, it hasn’t seen the sunlight or been able to move freely in years.

So anyway, that’s how Anakin turns up at Mos Espa at first sunrise, riding on the back of Jabba the Hutt’s pet rancor. “Who’s a good girl,” Anakin says, scratching behind her ear nubs. “You are!” And she is a good girl. Padme (”I just think it sounds like a nice name, you know?”) is very good at dispersing angry slaveowners who look like they might start rioting.

The slaves freed overnight have been gathered together at pre-designated safe zones-mostly warehouses or large buildings that Shmi has been buying up over the years for exactly this purpose.

(The slaves living in remote settlements, at moisture farms and homesteads, didn’t get a visit from the freedom teams. However, Shmi had a plan for them too. She has made overtures to the Tusken tribes. Once she managed to negotiate her way into speaking to one of the leaders without getting killed, she sold them a story, a dream. A revolution. Free the slaves. Transform Tatooine. She doesn’t promise the Tuskens to expel humans from the planet entirely. She promises them equal rights under the law (she also promises the existence of laws in the first place). She promises them the right to raise Banthas, the right to traverse their ancestral lands and the return of sacred sites taken from them, the right to trade, the right to control who passes over their lands. She promises them the right to water and shade. And, she promises them half the seats on the ruling council she plans to set up. And so, on the night the EMPs blow, Tusken raiders visit every homestead on Tatooine (again, there’s only a few hundred, a thousand at most), and kidnap the slaves. Perhaps not the most reassuring experience for enslaved peoples who have been taught their entire lives to fear the Tuskens, and not without reason, but, nevertheless, it is freedom).

As the new day dawns- Tatooine’s first dawn as a free planet- Anakin, Maul, and Shmi know that the easy part is over. Now, they have to house tens of thousands of people currently cooped up in warehouses with nothing but the clothes on their backs. They have to establish and keep iron-tight control over the planet and its settlements, and quash any violent reprisals before they gain momentum. They also have to completely rebuild an economy completely upended by the overnight emancipation.

However, Shmi’s not the only one who’s been busy for the past few years. While Shmi was on Tatooine, planning a revolution, Anakin and Maul were traversing the galaxy, gathering resources, using the Patented Maul Method (TM)- breaking into the headquarters of powerful organizations and threatening to kill everybody in charge unless they did what they said.

As the second sun rises, ships begin arriving in Tatooine’s orbit. Pop-up housing is dropped onto the outskirts of Tattooine’s settlements, the kind that mining companies use to set up new bases on mineral-rich asteroids. The accommodations are small and sparse, but each family has a kitchen, bathroom, beds, and private space. Huge generators are hooked up to cool the new housing. Anakin knows that the already-existing slave quarters, made of stone with no windows and mostly underground- are already built to keep the occupants cool, but he refuses to make the former slave population live in slave quarters. Some of the freed people are moved into Jabba’s old palace, some into buildings abandoned by rich business owners who fled the planet when they saw what was happening. Food, water, medicine, clothes, books, toys, tools, and shoes are deposited. (the Republic’s equivalent of the FBI had been utterly baffled when Galaxy’s three biggest criminal organizations started moving cargo that looked less like a drug trade and more like a disaster relief mission).

Anakin walks among the newly freed slaves, reassuring them- yes, you are free. Yes, you will be fed and housed and clothed as long as you need it. Yes, we will try to find your child/husband/wife/mother who was sold years ago. Yes, you can go home, you can do whatever you want.

He also asks for volunteers. And he gets them. Hardly anyone would say no to the chance to work with the Skywalker, who once was a slave like them, but freed himself and returned, who freed the slaves in one night of glory, and appeared at sunrise riding a rancor.

Anakin sends out messengers, all across the planet. “Tatooine is a free world,” they say. “All slaves are hereby freed, by order of the He who Walks in the Sky. Any slaveowners who, by their own free will, turn over their detonators will not be harmed. Any who resist, will be.” Not many resist.

At the end of that first day, as the suns are setting, once the freed peoples of Tatooine are fed, and given water, and sheltered, Maul comes to Anakin.

“I am proud of you.” He says. “You have come into your power, you have mastered yourself, and so have mastered the Force. You have the freedom and the power to do anything you choose. You are no longer my apprentice. Lord Skywalker, you are a true Sith Master.” Anakin pulls him into a hug. He maybe cries a little bit. Maul maybe cries a little bit. Maul maybe also feels mildly annoyed that Anakin is a full head taller than him now.

(Sidious would be truly, utterly offended at Maul’s criteria for Sith-Lord-ness. “THAT’S NOT SITH” he would have said. “THAT’S BARELY EVEN DARK SIDE ADJACENT, YOU ARE DILUTING OUR THOUSAND YEAR HERITAGE-” but Maul wouldn’t care about Sidious’ stupid opinions, anyway).

And Anakin and Shmi get to work. They employ the newly freed people of Tatooine, constructing permanent houses, tearing down slave markets, building critical infrastructure. Anakin pays them more than a living wage, thanks to the extremely deep pockets of Crimson Dawn. He brings in doctors and teachers, and guarantees healthcare and education for all who want it (whenever one of Crimson Dawn’s higher-ups says “wait, why are we dumping massive amounts of money into this one random-ass planet?” Darth Maul just casually sidles up behind them with his lightsaber until they remember that he can literally just show up anywhere, at anytime, and kill them unless they do what he says. If Maul’s busy, he sends 3PO instead- 3PO’s been outfitted with about ten times as much weaponry as is legal, and can be very convincing when he wants to be).

While Anakin works on infrastructure and supporting the freed peoples of Tatooine, and unfucking the economic trainwreck they caused, Shmi and Beru work on the government. They write down a few, very basic rules-Tatooine is to be ruled by a council of people, half of whom will come from the Tusken tribes, all of which shall be selected by fair and free election. All citizens of Tatooine shall have the right to vote in these elections, and the right to vote shall be guaranteed to all- except for those who have ever owned or sold a sentient being. (it was a huge debate in the Lars-Whitesun-Skywalker household, this matter of restricting voting rights. In the end, it was decided that slaveowners, and ONLY slaveowners, were to be the sole exception for universal suffrage). Every citizen of Tatooine is guaranteed access to food, medicine, and water, and has the right to have their grievances addressed by the council.

Shmi works quickly to gather her council- she knows she has to do it fast, to prove to the Tuskens that she is as good as her word. The first elections are chaotic, and perhaps not completely non-violent, but in the end, there is a council of twenty representatives, with Shmi Skywalker representing Mos Espa.

The Council proceeds to have raging- and occasionally violent- debates about the structure of their future government. What rights to guarantee citizens. Should they have a court system? What about a financial system? How are they to guarantee water, food, and medicine to everyone? What even are taxes?

The Rebuilding of Tatooine is long, and hard, and contentious. There are arguments and rage and fighting- the repatriation of traditional Tusken lands is especially fraught. But Shmi promised, and so she makes it happen (Anakin and Padme may have helped too). Maul, for his part, keeps training Anakin, and keeps managing the criminal underworld with a careful balance of death threats and actual death, but mostly stays out of the way of Anakin’s Senior Project.

Soon, Anakin is able to re-purpose the pop-up housing, since most people have moved into traditional Tatooine-built homes, suited to the environment. The newly restructured economy is tentatively taking its first steps, and Tatooine’s baby government is becoming less and less dependent on intergalactic criminal funding (partially thanks to Anakin confiscating the entirety of Jabba’s personal fortune). He spends a lot of time in Council meetings, trying not to scream at people while also trying to stop Padme from eating them. The Council debates what is next for Tatooine, and eventually, they vote to petition the Republic for membership. Tatooinians, as a people, including the Tuskens, are fiercely independant, but, as Shmi points out, joining the Republic would guarantee them to certain things like humanitarian aid, a voice in decisions affecting interplanetary trade routes and taxation, legal legitimacy and the right to call on the Republic for aid should their sovereignty ever be threatened. Most importantly, slavery is illegal on all Republic planets, which means that if any slave-owning organizations ever pushed in on Tatooine, there would be another (much better funded) organization to call on to help quash it.

The Republic requires that a petitioning planet’s head of state visit the Senate on Coruscant to ask the Senate for entry into the Republic. The Council, grumbling, re-jiggers their constitution to allow for a “chief councilor”, and promptly elect Anakin to the position (”Fuck me,”) Anakin says. Maul laughs at him, then sobers and tells him to be careful on Coruscant (”My former master lives there.” he says. “Mind your shields, and do not let him know your true nature. You are not yet ready to take him on, and you have your planet and your people to think of.” “Yes, Uncle Maul.” Anakin says. “I will be careful.”).

Anakin shows up in the Galactic Senate, sandy robes, uncombed hair, and half smirk on his face. “I am Anakin Skywalker, free person of Tatooine,” he says. He presents the case for Tatooine’s admittance to the Republic in a booming, confident voice, drawing on his inner strength- his righteous anger and determination to ensure his people’s future- to keep his voice from wavering.

There are grumbles. Muttering. No Senator wants to be the one to blatantly say “no”- it’s a sort of miracle story, Tatooine, the little planet that rose up and threw of the shackles of slavery and now wants to join the Republic- the exact sort of mythos that the Republic itself is built on. It’s bad PR to vote against that little planet. But at the same time, Tatooine is a sandy, useless dustball that’ll need fiscal support from the Senate, with nothing to offer in terms of economic value. Many Senators are debating with themselves, not whether or not to say “no”, but how to vote “no” without losing ten points in approval ratings.

Until the Senator from Naboo, a diminutive woman who somehow reminds Anakin of his rancor, stands up. She gives an impassioned, off-the-cuff speech, reminding the Senate of how her own planet had thrown off the shackles of oppression not ten years ago, how the Republic was founded by planets like Tatooine, and how, most importantly, they had no legal basis to deny them entry, and if the Senate voted no, Naboo’s lawyers would litigate the issue six ways from taungsday- which, due to a clause in the Senate’s constitution that forbade them from passing legislation while the issue of a planet’s admittance to the Republic was on the floor, would effectively paralyze the Senate until the courts made a ruling. And, as Padme made sure to emphasize, if the court’s decision was not favorable, she would appeal. She could feasibly stop the Senate from doing anything for years, if necessary.

Tatooine is admitted to the Republic.

“Two Senators,” Anakin demands. “In order for my people to be fairly represented, my planet requires two Senators.” When complaints are made, Jar-Jar Binks threatens to explain the complicated dynamics of a planet attempting to grapple with a colonial past. He doesn’t have to. Tatooine gets its two Senators.

Anakin meets with Senator Amidala in her office, to thank her.

“Of course,” she said. “I remember a little boy who helped free my planet- how could I not help you when you needed it?”

“Uhh, thanks, yeah, that’s, really nice of you. Like your hair. Which is nice. In an objective sort of way,” Anakin says, because there is no universe in which Anakin is not a complete idiot in front of Padme. “I named my rancor after you,” he blurts.

Before Anakin is scheduled to leave Coruscant, the Jedi send a knight to scope out the new planetary leader. Obi-Wan Kenobi shows up at Anakin’s hotel room, and goes “Oh. It’s.... you.”

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin grins. He only knew him for about two days when he was nine, but he still greets him like an old friend, like a brother. They fall into easy, teasing conversation. “I thought you were dead, I confess, after you disappeared from Naboo,” Obi-Wan admits. “I am truly sorry that I was unable to fulfill Qui-Gon’s promise to train you as a Jedi Knight.”

“That’s ok,” Anakin waves his hand dismissively. “I got trained as a Sith instead.” Then he freezes. Oops. He was not supposed to say that. Maul would be so disappointed in him.

“Beg pardon?” Obi-Wan says.

“I, uhh, got trained, as a, uh, sift...er? Instead? A sand sifter? I sift sand for a living?”

“You said Sith.”

“No I didn’t, I definitely said sift.”

“No, you said Sith.”

“I definitely did not.”

Anakin changes the subject, and Obi-Wan lets it drop. He’ll tell the Council, of course, but he honestly cannot fathom the concept of this kid being a Sith. He senses nothing Dark about him- well, at least no more dark than is present in any sentient. Besides, it’s not like there are any Sith Lords around anymore, ever since he killed Maul (luckily, Obi-Wan doesn’t see the picture in Anakin’s wallet, a candid shot 3PO took in the cockpit of their family’s ship. Fifteen-year-old Anakin, at the controls, hyperbrake still on with his hands on the hyperdrive lever, Maul, standing behind him, hands gripping Anakin’s seat and face distorted half-way through a panic-induced rant about flight safety, and Shmi, sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, laughter on her face and knitting needles in her hands).

Anakin contacts his mother, tells her the good news. The Council, moving with alacrity, elects Tatooine’s first Senators. And four days later, one year after the Dawn of Freedom, Senator Shmi Skywalker and Senator Ooutrigh (a Tusken warrior) of Tatooine arrive on Coruscant and address the Senate for the first time.

Of course, while Anakin has been growing up, planning for Tatooine’s future, and annoying the shit out of Maul, Palpatine’s own plans have continued apace. Barely four months after Tatooine is admitted to the Republic, Obi-Wan finds himself in an arena on Geonosis. The battle goes much differently this time, partially due to the fact that Anakin has retrofitted the cargo bay of his family’s ship to house Padme (the rancor, not the Senator), and descends onto the Arena sands just as Yoda and the Clone Troops arrive, and deposits both Padme’s (the rancor, and the Senator) into the melee.

“Hi, Obi-Wan!” Anakin calls, whipping out his lightsaber to deflect the hail of blaster bolts (Maul would disapprove, but Maul isn’t here, he’s ten clicks away, chasing down the Jedi dropout Sidious replaced him with).

“Anakin, what the FUCK” Obi-Wan says, staring at Chief Councilor Anakin Skywalker of Tatooine, riding a rancor and swinging an honest-to-Force yellow lightsaber.

“Master Yoda, what the FUCK” Anakin says, later, after the battle is over, when he finally gets Yoda to answer his questions about the clone troopers. “You found out about an entire-ass army of slave child soldiers commissioned AND PAID FOR by one of your own council members, and your reaction is ‘oh thank goodness, now we have an army?’ What the FUCK is WRONG with you?!” Yoda tries to explain to Councilor Skywalker that the situation was dire, they’d had no choice, but Councilor Skywalker just keeps repeating “AN ARMY OF SLAVE CHILD SOLDIERS” at him. “No choice, we had,” Yoda says yet again.

“BULLSHIT, you had no choice!” Anakin yells. “You could have chosen to not use the entire army of slave child soldiers that you legally own!”

“Let Kenobi and the others die, you would have? Hmm?”

“PROBABLY, YEAH!” Anakin hollers (”Thanks,” mutters Obi-Wan). “Sometimes the choices you have all really suck, but you still have to make them! You can’t just pretend you didn’t have any options, you HAD OPTIONS, and you chose the one that involved using a SLAVE ARMY OF CHILD SOLDIERS.” He gestures behind him to the battlefield, where clone troopers and medics are moving amongst the bodies, white and red stark against the sand, tallying their dead brothers.

Yoda shakes his head. “emotional, you are, young Skywalker.” he said. “Cloud your judgement, your feelings do.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking emotional!” Anakin practically screams. “I have personal beef with slavery, so excuse me if I feel emotions about it. Your problem is that you’re able to use an ARMY OF SLAVE CHILD SOLDIERS and not feel bad about it! Your lack of emotions is clouding YOUR judgement!” He stomps off. Yoda shakes his head. Skywalker is young, and too close to the issue of slavery to really have perspective on it. He does not understand. It was a great loss to the Jedi Order when the Council rejected him, all those years ago- if he had been trained as a Jedi, he would have learned to put aside his emotions about slavery, and he would have understood why it was necessary now. If Anakin could have heard what Yoda was thinking, he would have turned right back around, picked Yoda up, and punted him like a limmie ball.

Anakin and Maul return to Tatooine. Maul offers to assassinate the entire Jedi Council, but Anakin says no. He’s still fuming about his conversation with Yoda. He knows he gets emotional. He knows that Yoda isn’t entirely wrong- he knows he lets his emotions cloud his judgement sometimes. It’s something he’s worked hard on, over the years, him and Maul. How to take a step back from the emotions howling in your head, and how to view the situation without them getting in the way. And what kinds of situations you should let your emotions guide you. Anakin thinks he’s damn well entitled to strong emotions about slavery.

Short of declaring war on the entire Jedi Order, Anakin doesn’t know what to do about the Republic’s slave army. The Tatooine Council releases a public condemnation of it, explicitly calling it slavery and calling for the clones to be freed. The Council seriously debates joining the Separatists, until Padme (the Senator, not the Rancor) and Shmi look in-depth at the Separatist Council, which is buried deep in the pockets of corporate interests. Shmi files a lawsuit, under the Republic’s anti-slavery legislation, suing for the freedom of the clones. It’s a battle of miserable inches, and meanwhile, the war rages.

With Dooku gone, Sidious’s only means of controlling the Separatists is through Grievous and Ventress, both of whom are loose cannons whose loyalty (and competence) he seriously doubts. It’s frustrating for him, and not necessarily better for the Jedi and their army (of slave child soldiers). Sidious needs to keep the war in careful balance, neither side gaining too much ground, to draw it out and grind the Jedi down and manipulate their public image until he can heap all the blame on them. Without Dooku to pass down his orders, he has no way of keeping a firm check on the Separatist Council, and the Seps are in serious danger of completely overrunning the Republic. The droid army is fifty times as many as the clones, and the Separatists have the Trade Federation, the Banking Clans, and all of the major military tech corporations on their side. Honestly, it’s a testament to the Jedi and the Clone Army that they haven’t lost the war in the first month.

Speaking of that first month, Anakin doesn’t spend long on uninvolved in the war. Scant weeks after Geonosis, the Separatist Army threatens to roll right over Tatooine on their way to gaining control of the Outer Rim Hyperlanes. Tatooine has no army, doesn’t even have a police force. It has no fleet, no orbital defenses, and the droid army headed their way has ten times more droids than there are guns on the planet. The Council faces a choice. Ask the Republic to send in the GAR to defend them- ask for an army of slaves to be sent to die on Tatooine, to stain the sand with enslaved blood so soon after Tatooine clawed her way to freedom, or do nothing, and almost certainly ensure the annihilation of Tatooine and her people. To die, or to live by the blood of slaves who died for you. It’s not a pretty choice.

In the end, the choice is taken away from them (and perhaps it’s a kindness, that they weren’t forced to choose, perhaps it’s the coward’s way out, but it is what it is). A GAR cruiser shows up in orbit, and the Council is hailed by a man identifying himself as Captain Rex, commanding officer of the 501st legion of the GAR.

“The Republic sent you here?” Anakin asks, incredulously.

“Well, not exactly.” Captain Rex hedges. “The 501st is due for leave on Kamino, but the hyperdrive was making funny noises, so we decided to stop off in the nearest Republic system to check it out.” Rex shrugs. “If a bunch of tinnies just so happen to show up, it’s not like we’ll just sit back and watch.”

“Why are you doing this?” Anakin asks the clone captain, once they’ve got him on planet and in the council room. He’s got a lump in his throat, and his eyes are stinging. The 501st has no Jedi on board, no natborn officers, and no orders to go to Tatooine. Rex and the 501st showed up here of their own free will. Because they wanted to. To defend Tatooine.

“Geonosis.” Rex says. “On Geonosis, you saved the lives of over two hundred of us. Including me. We couldn’t stand by and let your planet fall to the Separatists, Councilor Skywalker.”

After the battle, during the cleanup, when Tatooinians are passing through the rows of injured, giving out water- giving out life- Rex tells Anakin the other reason.

“We all know about Tatooine, sir.” He says, quietly. “A bunch of slaves who stood up and said “no,” and took their freedom.” He shrugs. “Stories like that, it gives us hope. For the future.” He fixes Anakin with a stare. “If we let that hope die, we die too. Tatooine cannot fall.”

That is the first time Anakin and Rex fight together. Somehow, when the 501st leaves Tatooine, Anakin goes with them- officially, as a consultant/observer, appointed at the request of Senator Skywalker to observe the GAR and monitor the health and wellbeing of the troopers. Unofficially, Anakin and Rex become a lethal team, making the 501st one of the most effective legions in the Galaxy. Anakin isn’t dumb. He knows he’s being a massive hypocrite, running around with an army of slave child soldiers. Rex, however, insists that it’s different.

“First of all, we asked you to come with us.” he says. “Second of all, it’s not like you staying behind would have made any difference in our situation. And besides, scrapping clankers isn’t the only reason I asked you to come with us.” Anakin raises an eyebrow.

And Rex introduces Anakin to his older brother, Cody, commander of the 212th (Anakin is happy to see Obi-Wan again, but appalled to meet Obi-Wan’s fourteen-year-old togruta padawan, because why would you put a CHILD in a warzone, in a COMMAND POSITION). And Cody brings Anakin in on The Plan. The clones will not remain slaves forever, and they will not wait for some elusive promise of gratitude after the war is over. They will take their freedom, and they will defend their own, and they’re asking Anakin, who freed the slaves of Tatooine, to help them do it.

“So basically, you want me on as a consultant.”

“Basically, yeah.” Cody says. “And also as a guy with a lightsaber who can leap fifty feet into the air and dodge blaster bolts. Those are always handy to have around.”

So Anakin and Rex and Cody, and Cody’s small circle of commanders, lay their plans. And in the meantime, there’s a war to fight. Shmi’s still on Tatooine, but Maul comes with Anakin and the 501st. He and Rex get along like a house on fire, but you wouldn’t know it from watching them- they do nothing but argue and needle each other. Rex sarcastically calls Maul “Commander Maul” because it pisses him off so much, and it catches on with the whole legion. Maul constantly mutters about murdering and/or poisoning Rex.

But after Ventress almost chokes Rex to death, and breaks into his mind to make him do her bidding, Maul doesn’t leave Rex alone for a week, and clutches his hand tightly in the medbay. Rex doesn’t mention it, so neither does Anakin.

Padme, on the other hand, makes no secret of how much she loves Rex (the Rancor, not the Senator, though she likes him too). Padme seems to have concluded that Rex is some sort of long-lost hatchling, and can be seen chasing Rex down the hangar bay, trying to corral him into the nest she’s constructed in the corner reserved for her. Rex gets used to surprise cuddles from a massive predator.

The Jedi Council are at their wit’s end with Skywalker, but their hands are full and honestly, he’s a benefit to the war effort, so they assign Obi-Wan to “supervise” the legion, and leave them to it. Obi-Wan and Anakin strike up a deep friendship, unfettered by the baggage that comes with being master and padawan. Obi-Wan finds himself having serious questions about the Jedi’s role in the war, since Anakin is not at all shy about challenging him on the whole “slave army of child soldiers” thing. Obi-Wan is also, quite frankly, too busy to effectively teach a padawan, and by this point, he knows that Anakin’s had some sort of Force training. He’s fought beside him enough to be confident in his skills, and often sends Ahsoka on extended missions with the 501st, and explicitly begs Anakin to help him fill in the gaps in her training. Anakin obliges enthusiastically.

Of course, Maul helps train her too. Obi-Wan shows up on the Resolute one day to pick her up, and asks how her training’s going.

“Great!” She says. “Skyguy’s weird uncle is teaching me jar’kai-”

“Anakin has an uncle?” Obi-Wan asks, surprised. “Who knows jar’kai?”

And so Obi-Wan and Maul meet once again. And Obi-Wan is just absolutely pole-axed.

“Darth Maul?” He splutters. “Is your uncle?”

“Not biologically,” Anakin shrugs. “He practically raised me, along with my mom. He taught me everything I know about lightsabers and the Force.”

“...”

“...you did say Sith, Anakin, you bastard, sand-sifting MY ASS-”

“Oh, it’s you.” Maul says. “I won’t kill you, but only because Anakin likes you.” Obi-Wan throws up his hands.

Somehow, Obi-Wan and Maul come to an understanding. Somehow, Obi-Wan doesn’t turn him over to the council.

At one point, a giant of a zabrak, easily eight feet tall, with skin a poisonous yellow, shows up, claiming that Maul is his brother, and that he’s here to bring him home to Dathomir. Maul takes one look at Savage and goes “Fuck that”. “I will train you in the ways of the Force,” he says. “I can show you power like you’ve never wielded before.” he says. “You shall be a great and feared Sith Lord,” he says. “Have some hot chocolate, you look cold,” he says. “Put on a sweater.” Savage, slightly bemused, comes to terms with the fact that he’s just been adopted.

It’s Maul who figures it out, of course. How could he not? He was raised by Sidious. He knows how devious he is, how his plans have layers upon layers, backups upon backups, contingencies stacked from here to the Outer Rim. Once Sidious moves, you can be sure that any reasonable outcome will be in his favor, because he has completely engineered the situation before you were even aware it existed.

The Sith caused the war and are playing both sides. The Sith caused the clones to be commissioned (these things are trivially easy to figure out, if you’re paying attention). The Sith want the Jedi dead.

“Contingencies,” Maul mutters. “It’s always a trap, and there’s always contingencies.”

When he finds the chip in Rex’s head, he shakes with rage and refuses to talk to anyone, fearing, for the first time in years, that he will lose control and hurt someone he loves. It is Rex who talks him down, who manages to get close to him, who embraces him and lets him cry on his shoulder, then scream and rage and punch the walls. When Maul is able to explain, Rex has to choke back his own terrified, horrified sobs. He holds them back, and calmly looks at Maul and says “What are you going to do about it?”

The surgery, they discover, is simple enough. An astromech can do it in two minutes (C2PO can do it in seventy seconds, and Artoo can’t stand it). When Anakin is told, he goes quiet for a minute, and when he looks back up, it is not Anakin, Rex’s friend, Maul’s kid, who is sitting at the table in the briefing room. It is He Who Walks in the Sky, Huttslayer, Breaker of Chains, who looks back at them. Anakin Skywalker has always wanted nothing more than to free all the slaves. And Anakin Skywalker’s destiny has always been to do what he wanted.

They tell Cody. They modify their plans. They quietly contact medics throughout the GAR, and Artoo quietly sends the details to every military astromech he trusts. When the army is safe from Sidious’ control, Anakin, Rex, and Maul conspire to lure him off of Coruscant. Maul takes over Mandalore, exiling the duchess and announcing a New Sith Empire. Sidious shows up, declaring that Maul has become a rival, disowning his former apprentice and attacking him, with intent to kill. Savage loses an arm. Maul almost loses his life. But as he lies on the ground at Sidious’s feet, arms trembling with the effort of holding the parry keeping Sidious’ saber from his throat, he hears “We’ve got the face shot! Go, go go!” in his earpiece. Gunfire, real slugthrowers, difficult to block with a saber, erupts around him. C3PO and his arsenal, along with Fives, Jesse, and Echo, the 501st’s best ARC troopers, open fire on Sidious. The Sith is forced to back away, raising a hand to stop the bullets in midair. Maul leaps to his feet, and Anakin joins him, lightsaber drawn.

The fight is quick, but brutal. Maul’s hands threaten to tremble with terror, facing down the horror of his childhood, the monster whose treatment of him is woven fundamentally into his psyche, whose shadow has haunted Maul all his life, and still invades his dreams. But he reaches out to his family, to Rex, beside him, steady, full of faith in him, to Anakin, a blazing sun of love and anger, a shield of raw power, and to Shmi, all the way in her Senate offices on Coruscant, cool and calm and soothing like a desert spring as ever-present as the stars. His hands do not tremble. He raises his lightsaber against his master, beside the blade of his son. Together, they beat the Sith Lord back. Anakin binds the Sith’s blade, knees him in the ribs, and while Sidious is thus occupied, Maul cuts his head off.

“You were a terrible parent,” he pants, and spits on the corpse. Then, he collapses, and Rex is there to catch him, and Maul clings to him and shakes, and cries. Anakin reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder, and Rex pulls him in with a look, and together, they surround Maul, a bulwark against the rest of the world, a safe circle for him to fall apart for a little bit. At some point, one of them unstraps the small camera that Maul had been wearing on his chest. Ahsoka has, at that point, already sent the footage to every major news office on Coruscant.

That evening, plastered all over the galactic news, is a video of the Chancellor himself, showing up on a neutral world and attacking its sovereign leader, wielding red lightsabers of all things. And it’s obviously the Chancellor; there’s a clear shot of his face when he knocks Mandalore’s ruler to the ground and the camera gets a good view right up into his hood.

It’s a massive scandal. One tabloid shows the footage with a little counter in the corner, counting up every treaty and galactic law that Palpatine violates onscreen. The only thing that saves Palpatine from impeachment and arrest is the fact that he’s already dead. Inquiries are launched, investigators are sanctioned, documents and hard drives and testimony are subpoena’ed. Padme (the Senator, not the Rancor), spearheads the investigative committee, and within a month, they’ve uncovered decades worth of bribes, backroom deals, contracts with droid manufacturers, clear evidence of Palpatine authorizing Republic funds for weaponry that went straight to the Separatists, and even communication records between the Chancellor and the two military leaders of the Separatists. Grievous and Ventress go into hiding (the Tales of Grievous and Ventress, unlikely buddies forced on an intergalactic road trip on the run from the cops, is a story for a different absurdly long post at 3am). The Separatists break down in chaos, and the war grinds to a halt. In the middle of all the political hurricane, Cody enacts his plan, and the entire GAR simultaneously deserts, and fucks directly off to Tatooine. This ignites another scandal, with Senators calling for Tatooine’s expulsion from the Republic. Shmi stands in her Senate Pod, hands tucked into her roughspun sleeves, listening attentively while Senator Burtoni of Kamino accuses her of theft.

“If Tatooine does not return the stolen military assets, the Senate may sanction the use of force!” the Senator from Ryloth threatens.

“Pardon me,” Shmi says, “May I ask what army the Senate is planning sending to invade Tatooine? I was under the impression that the only Republic army was already there.” There’s a bit of an awkward silence.

In the middle of the shitstorm, before Shmi is arrested and Anakin declared an enemy of the state, Shmi’s lawsuit finally receives a ruling. And just like that, the clones are legally free. And the judge orders the Senate to pay reparations. Anakin cackles with glee when he hears.

Rex and Cody, with the full support of the people of Tatooine, begin the long, hard, work of resettling their brothers and building a life for the vod’e. Shmi files a lawsuit against the Zygerrian Empire. Savage receives a new arm, courtesy of Anakin, who may or may not have added a few extra utilities to it. Ahsoka is knighted, and controversially invites Anakin to be present at the ceremony, along with Obi-Wan. Maul admits, very quietly and where only Rex can hear, that he doesn’t actually want to poison him. “I know,” Rex says, smiling at him. Anakin, meanwhile, finally marries Padme, the love of his life (the Senator, not the Rancor).

And in Mos Eisly, there is a stone slab, pulled from a crumbled wall and stuck upright in the ground in the middle of the square. No one knows who put it there, but someone carved fifty-seven names into the stone. The fifty-seven names of the clone troopers who died defending Tatooine from the Separatist army, at the beginning of the war. The last slaves to spill their blood on the sands of Tatooine.

#maul adopts anakin #and invents a new kind of sith #which is almost nothing like the old kind of sith #just co-opts the name really #rex/maul #kinda? it wasn't on purpose it just happened #my writing #maulusque's writing #might slap this up on ao3 later #we'll see

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geminisholland · 3 years

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tom giving reader a little bit of a raunchy christmas present but forgetting to leave it out so as reader is opening presents w his family they see the spicy present and are just like 👁👄👁

omg okay i love this idea i literally laughed out loud when i read this. like please picture tom’s face when they open the gift omfg. also i loved writing this, send me more requests!!

warnings: fluff, references to sex, some swearing, mentions of sex toys heehee

word count: 1470

18+ content

tom made the decision to host christmas at your home this year, which has turned him into a ball of stress. you didn’t understand why he had felt the need to host, considering his parent’s home was just a few blocks away. nonetheless, you went along with it, and were there to help him get the house ready. this would be your second christmas together, which you thought would alleviate some of the stress that came with seeing his family, but unfortunately the stress was still there. nicola and dom had always been welcoming, and you really had nothing to fear when it came to tom’s younger brothers, but you couldn’t tell your anxiety that. the homesickness started setting in about a week ago, and tom had been very attentive to that. he knew you needed extra support during this holiday, so he went all out. he confessed he spared no expense while buying your gifts, which he thought would make you feel better, but only left you even more stressed.

“what do you mean you spared no expense? tom? i’m not rich! well, now i don’t know if i got you enough!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands all over the place.

tom stepped up, holding both of your hands into his so you would stop waving them around, “babe, you don’t even need to get me anything. i have everything i want right here.”

a groan escaped your mouth, because you hated when he said stuff like that. you knew it wasn’t true, because you’ve seen this mans closet, and know how much he treasures his designer clothes and shoes. you often forget that he’s a millionaire, because you’ve caught yourself asking him on multiple occasions where he got that saint laurent sweatshirt.

“that’s bullshit, tom. i’m going shopping today,” you breathed out. your hands broke away from his to push the hair out of your face.

“i have an idea,” he said, pulling you into his body. he laid kisses along your neck, and your breath started to grow heavy.

“yeah? what is it?” you asked as you moved your hands through his hair. he kissed your lips, and you could feel the hotness of his breath on your face as he broke away.

“let’s get each other something special,” he said, smirking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, and he continued, “for the bedroom.”

“ohhh, i see where this is going,” you laughed. “i think i can handle that.”

“good,” he replied, and picked you up in one swoop. he carried you up into the bedroom, and slammed the door behind you.

the craziness of the entire holland family being at you and tom’s home was taking over. the stress of having to deal with everyone talking over each other, while also needing to know how many eggs everyone wanted was enough to make you want to scream. tom decided to surprise you this morning, with matching pjs. it was a christmas tradition the holland’s did every year, except this year, you and tom had different pjs. the rest of the family wore their own matching pjs. perhaps if you were alone with your thoughts for too long, you would think this meant tom wanted to move this tradition along to his new family, with you. but, your mind was too busy focusing on the egg order to even give this a thought. the warmth of the house was brought from the fireplace, along with the feeling that this is how all holidays should feel. everyone was having so much fun, talking amongst one another, sharing stories when they were young. the one thing about the holland’s that you loved more than anything, was that they had a very close family. they did do one weird thing though, they ate breakfast before opening gifts. you found that strange.

“i’ll clean up the dishes, y/n, why don’t you get settled with tom by the tree? we’ll start opening gifts in a moment,” nicola said, placing a hand on your shoulder, then taking it back all in one swoop.

“okay, thanks!” you replied back, flashing her a warm smile.

you sat next to tom, near the tree, and just close enough to the fireplace to feel the warmth coming from it. he pulled you into his arms, and you found your legs resting on top of his. your arms swung around his neck, and kissed him. you whispered into his ear, “merry christmas, tom. i love you.”

he smiled at you as you faced him. he replied, “i love you so much, y/n, merry christmas.”

he placed another kiss onto your lips, then you heard groans come from his brothers.

“ugh, do you have to do that in front of us?” paddy whined. you laughed, and shook your head while tom cursed him out.

“okay, let’s start opening gifts!” dom yelled. he stood next to nicola, as they watched their sons, and you, open up their gifts. you and tom were going to have another gift exchange, much later, once everyone was gone. you had gone out and bought him something for the bedroom, as he requested. tom usually bought you some lingerie during the holidays, because he loved seeing you in them. so, you were a bit surprised to see what he had gotten you this year.

“this one is for y/n, from tom!” sam called out. he handed it to you, and you began unwrapping the gift in front of you. tom still held your legs in his lap, but his arms moved around your waist. you opened the box to met with a vibrator, and your face fell. you looked at tom and his face turned bright red, you saw the fear in his eyes meet yours, and you shut the box immediately.

“oh, i-um, don’t think that gift was meant to be seen by all of us,” nicola nervously said. her voice was shaky, and when you looked around the room you saw everyone staring with wide eyes. you were so embarrassed, you felt like melting away. tom’s body language changed as his hands were now to himself, hiding his face in them.

“wait what happened? i missed it. why do you all look like that?” paddy asked. everyone turned around to look at him, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into this grave.

“it’s nothing, paddy,” harry said. tom finally took his hands off his face to read the room, and you felt his breathing intensify on the hand that was placed on his back.

“geez, tom. could’ve saved that for somewhere else, no?” sam whispered to him, but looked between the two of you while saying it.

“sam, shut the fuck up,” tom hissed back. you could feel his anger, and did your best to calm him down.

“tom, it’s okay. it’s not like we’re the only ones in the room who is intimate with each other,” you whispered in his ear. your hands slipped under his shirt, tracing his back.

“ew, y/n,” he said back, drawing a small laugh. “i don’t want to think about that.”

you laughed at his comment, and rested your head on his shoulder.

“i love you, it’s going to be okay,” you reassured.

“i know,” he replied.

it was a few hours later, and everyone was packing up their things to head back to tom’s parents house. tom hadn’t fully recovered from the incident, because everyone took this opportunity to tease him. “yeah, tom’s gonna be too busy later to watch a christmas movie” you heard harry say. everyone laughed, except for tom. even you could find the humor in it all, but tom took this personal. towards the end of the day, he started to find the humor in the jokes. “y/n i think i hear something vibrating” sam said, drawing a laughter from everyone. paddy eventually picked up on what the gift was. once everyone left, and it was just you and tom though, he let his tensed body go. he finally relaxed, and sprawled out on the couch.

“that was stressful,” he breathed out. you decided to get the box, and bring it over to him.

“well, i think we should try it out, no?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. you could see his face light up, and he pulled you into him. you let out a laugh as he kept squeezing your body.

“not so fast, i still have a gift for you,” you said. “but this one is upstairs.”

“say less,” tom said, picking you up and walking up the stairs.

“merry christmas baby,” you said, looking into his eyes. a smile grew across his face, and your face started to reflect his.

“merry christmas love,” tom responded, and pulled you in for a kiss.

#tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland

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fizziefizzco · 3 years

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Cove’s first birthday in Sunset Bird is not going as well as he expected... ok its going horrible, but thankfully Lynn is there to the rescue (Feelings are Crush and Direct)

[ low-key this is me counting down to @gb-patch’s release of the Step 3 dlc, but also kinda beyond that because why not]

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If he was entirely honest about it, Cove didn’t really expect anyone from school to show up to his birthday party. He didn’t have any friends in class and only gave out invitations to everyone because his dad made them. No, what really made this the worst birthday ever was that his dad had forgotten. Yes! Forgotten the party that HE was going to set up. If anyone HAD shown up, they would’ve been in for a terrible surprise. Mr. Holden was even super busy that week, and had forgotten all about his fatherly duties.

So when cove left his room that morning, not expecting much but still hopeful, he was met with disappointment and an empty house. His father had left a note and breakfast on the stove that he had to run in to work for an emergency - with no indication that he knew it was his son’s birthday. Cove honestly wanted to cry right away; and the feelings began to well up inside of him as he grabbed a plate and sat down to eat breakfast. Cold eggs and bacon. Happy birthday to him.

[rest under the cut]

Meanwhile at the Cho house, or rather a few hours earlier ... Pamela Cho came downstairs to a frantic answering machine message from Cliff Holden that he needed to go somewhere for the day due to an emergency at work. When she tried calling back to get an explanation, Mr. Holden wasn’t picking up his phone. Hrm. Well it wasn’t an inconvenience for them to take care of Cove that day - her and her wife’s youngest child seemed to love him in a rather innocent way. Their older daughter was indifferent to him.

As though she’d called their name, little footsteps came bounding down the stairs as she set the phone back in it’s place. Pamela, or Mom, as her kids called her, was a morning person - and thankfully so was Lynn, her youngest. Her wife Noelani, and oldest child Lizzie, were both the kind to sleep in late. So it was just Pamela and Lynn at the moment.

“Good Morning Mom!” Lynn called out as they hopped over to where one of their mothers was. Pamela smiled and let out a small chuckle,

“What’s got you all excited this morning?” She asked, reaching out to ruffle the mess of dark waves that Lynn had. Lynn didn’t move away from their mom, and relished in the comforting gesture.

“It’s Cove’s birthday!! His dad sent out invitations for a party, I helped cove hand them out to the whoooole class!” Pamela smiled

“That’s - “ She cut herself off, eyes going wide in dawning horror. “You said ... TODAY is Cove’s birthday?” and when Lynn nodded back with confusion, Pamela made a b-line to where her keys were.

“Baby go wake up your Mommy, okay?” Pam called out, turning to grab hold of her child’s shoulders.

“What’s wrong mom?” Lynn asked.

“Mr. Holden just called me that he had to leave for an emergency for work. Looks like there won’t be a party today.” Pamela spoke as she slid her shoes on, Lynn let out a small gasp.

“That mean’s Cove is all alone on his birthday!” They exclaimed.

“Exactly. Now go wake up your Mommy, I’ll bring Cove over here.” Pamela opened the door as Lynn ran up the stairs to go wake Noelani up.

Cove was taken by surprise when his front door opened. A tiny part of him wanted it to be his dad, and say ‘surprise buddy! I didn’t forget about your birthday!’ but there was no such thing. Instead, one of Lynn’s moms was at the door - a sympathetic look in her eyes.

“Hey Cove.” She spoke, walking over to where he was sitting at the counter island. “I got a call from your dad that he had an emergency. Thought I’d come pick you up to spend the day with us.” Cove looked away from her and back down to his breakfast that he’d barely touched. “Come on, we’ll take you out for breakfast since we know it’s your birthday.” His eyes widened as he heard those words.

“Y- you know it’s my birthday?” Cove questioned in a tiny voice “I thought that everyone forgot.” Pamela’s heart broke for the poor kid.

“No way. Lynn was practically off the walls with excitement this morning. Your dad too, told us to make it a good day for you in his message.” Pamela never really lied, but this time it was needed - as the kid already had a hard enough time with his father. Cliff deserved this much. Cove nodded and moved to hop off the chair that he was in. His bright pink cast still on his arm, only a month or so until he’d get it off. Pamela helped him wash and put away all of the leftovers and pots/pans. She was the neat freak between her and noelani, but it seemed that Cove didn’t mind it and was just following along.

As soon as the two of them got back over to the Cho house, they were greeted with quite a surprise. A few balloons, a banner, and some streamers were decorating the main living area. Lizzie and Lynn both popped confetti-poppers and Lynn shouted “surprise!” as the pair of them came through the door. Cove entered with a visible look of surprise on his face, though that soon was supplemented by a bright blush when he noticed Lynn’s bright expression.

“Noelani!” Pamela exclaimed, “How did you put this all together so quickly?” Noelani shook her head, her sprawling curls bouncing as she moved.

“Not my idea.” Noelani spoke between yawns , “Lynn was like a tornado. I trust you’ll give me a real explanation.” When Pam smiled at her and nodded, she nodded as well.

“Iranalloverthehousetogetallthisstuffforyou!Itsallmostlymyoldbirthdaystuffandsomeoflizziesbutwedon’tmindoratleastIdontmind!Imsogladyourehereicantwaittocelebratewithyou!” Lynn’s voice went a mile a minute, making Cove’s (and their mom’s) head spin.

“Thank you lynn.” Cove spoke softly, cutting off anything else that Lynn was going to spew out. Lynn just kept quite and smiled brightly at him.

“Since Lynn looks already dressed, how about the three of us change and we’ll all go out to take Cove for birthday breakfast?” Pamela offered, to which Lizzie and Lynn nodded vigorously. Noelani offered a smile and was the first one to head up the stairs.

“Do you think we can go to that pancake place that has the confetti pancakes?” Lizzie asked, looking hopefully at her Mom.

“If that’s what Cove wants for breakfast, then sure.” Pamela answered. When the eyes turned back to him, Cove nodded with the smallest of smiles.

“I like pancakes.” He spoke simply, and with a cheer from Lizzie - Pamela and Lizzie both headed to get changed. The two people left in the living area were Lynn and Cove.

“Happy birthday Cove.” Lynn spoke with a smile. For some reason that he wasn’t sure of, it made him feel a lot better , their well-wishes. He didn’t quite know what to say but-

“Thank you Lynn.” A blush creeped across his face as he followed Lynn to the couch, the two of them hopping up to wait for the others.

“I got you a birthday gift, but you’ll have to wait before we get back. Mommy said I couldn’t bring it with us to breakfast.” Cove nodded and the two of them talked quietly about this or that , mostly breakfast preferences, until the full family was ready to head out and go get breakfast.

Breakfast went well enough. Cove got birthday pancakes, but really really didn’t want the waiters to sing to him - which was perfectly fine for the family (ok well lizzie wanted to hear the song, but her protests were shot down). After they returned to the house, Lynn’s moms went to go have an ‘adult talk’ and Lizzie ran off to her own room, leaving Cove and Lynn alone once again.

“Oooh!” Lynn exclaimed as they ran up the stairs ,with Cove following slowly behind them. “I can’t wait to give the gift to you. I worked really hard to find the best thing. Ok, things, to give you!” Cove could feel the excitement radiate off of Lynn, and despite how sad he still felt, was smiling a little at the thoughtfulness of the day so far. He followed close behind, and all the way to Lynn’s room - which was much neater compared to his bedroom at home.

He sat down on Lynn’s bed at their request, and watched as Lynn grabbed a medium-sized box from their closet. It was all nicely wrapped up, with a bow and everything. He marveled at it in awe as Lynn set it down next to him.

“Go ahead!” They motioned to the package. “Open it!” Cove rather expertly tore through the wrapping paper, and the ribbons, to get to the present inside.

It was a box of various things. There was a small box that held a bracelet similar to the one Lynn always wore, a dolphin keychain, a stuffed monkey with sunglasses and surfboard, and another small box that took up half of the medium-sized one. As Cove took that box out, he felt that there was something important in this one. Maybe it wasn’t literal gold, or diamonds, but he got the feeling that it was important either way.

In the smaller box was a set of various scavenged objects: shells and sea-glass mostly, that were all gathered from the beach that laid just down at the end of the street. It was all so good, Cove thought to himself. But then he realized something. Lynn’s special sea-finds box was gone. That meant...

“Lynn I-” He started, but Lynn cut Cove off before he could say anything.

“I want you to have this. It's got lots of good stuff.” Lynn’s smile was wide and brilliant as they motioned for him to keep the box.

“but it’s your-”

“I can get more. It will be much more fun to gather with you now.” With those words from Lynn, Cove let the matter rest. He looked back down at the box and smiled, more to himself than to anyone else. He still felt really bad about his dad forgetting his birthday, but Lynn was there to make him feel better. She set up a surprise and got him the best gift ever. There was no way that he could ever thank her properly.

“Thank you Lynn.” That would have to do for now, but Cove would spend the rest of his life thanking them for always being there for him, for always waiting for him, and for being right by his side whenever he needed them. Lynn never had to do any of the things they did for him, but they did so willingly and without question. So, for that, it was a great first birthday in Sunset Bird.

[ if you’re wondering; Cove’s dad felt really awful about the whole thing and managed to get his son a great gift... which was why he’d been super busy lately. He’d wanted to get his son a fishtank and supplies. Noelani and Pamela gave him an earful though.. ]

#our life beginnings & always #Our Life #cove holden #Our life Mom #Our Life Mommy #noelani #pamela #mywriting

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To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 8

Chapter 8: Housewarming

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Summary- Finally moved in together, Namjoon and Y/N relish their time together despite their schedules and stupid misunderstandings

word count- 8.8k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings- extreme domestic fluff, mention of parental death, alcohol consumption, kink shaming (kinda? idk man), dom!joon, sub!reader, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, rough sex, marking, somewhat daddy kink, orgasm denial), safeword use (yellow), Namjoon being whipped but also being a dumbass, Y/N just trying to chill, Namjoon’s obsessed with her ass ig

a.n- apologies for this chapter taking literally forever! but i give you fluff for your patience. so much fluff omg. can i move in with joon already? but also we cant have this much fluff without a sprinkle of angst.

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“Are you sure about this? It’s only been six months honey.” Your mother looked at you through the screen and you felt your heart tighten. She had that worried look on her face, the one that tells you that she will respect your decision but isn’t too happy about it. She looked different too, the wrinkles around her eyes more pronounced as she frowned and you wish you could convince her of your decision.

“Seven, actually. I love him, mom. I thought you liked him?” She had been nothing but supportive of your relationship, trusting you to make the right decisions. It had been the two of you for so long when you were younger that it always felt weird that you were on your own now. When your father had passed away when you were starting high school, she had done everything in her power to ensure you never felt like you were down a parent. As a senior partner at a management consultancy, she had long hours and business trips but she always picked you up from school and often took you with her on her business trips. Her trips are the reason that by the time you finished high school, you had been to pretty much every major city in North America. Not to mention that watching her working is the reason you were so good at what you did now.

You remember when the first year after your father’s death you had to go to a father-daughter school dance and she donned one of his old suits to take you. You danced with her that night, surrounded by your peers and their fathers, but smiling at her as you nuzzled into her neck, her scent mingling with your dad’s on the clothes. You felt safe and you decided you never wanted to disappoint her. Maybe that’s where your drive to succeed came from - from ensuring that your mom, who worked long hours but still had a homemade dinner on the table when you came back from school, was proud of you.

“I do like him, honey. Namjoon is probably the best boyfriend you’ve had. I’m just worried you both are moving too fast.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “He’s a rockstar, I just want you to be happy but what if things changed?”

“A rockstar?” You giggled. Sometimes you forgot that your mom was kind of old school, not beyond judging a book by its cover. “He’d probably die of embarrassment to hear you say that.”

“Y/N I’m just saying. Be careful with your heart.” Her voice was stern as she looked at you through the screen, her eyes narrowed with her warning.

“I know mom. I’m sorry. I trust him, you know. I don’t think I knew what love was till I met him. Having him around makes me feel safe, less lonely.”

“He’s still responsible for my daughter being in a cast.” After the incident, your mother had grown a bit wary of your relationship. She knew he was famous but she never realised just how many sacrifices the two of you had made to be together. You knew she was aware that Namjoon would never hurt you but you still felt bad that she was worrying over what was an anomaly. Speaking to Namjoon, you knew that something of the sort had never happened to him and his members, even to his other idol friends. The thought of it being such a rare occurrence had given you assurance and you hoped it would translate to your worried mother an ocean away.

“Mom! It’s not his fault. We’ve been over this!”

“I know, I know. I’m your mom. I’m just worried.” She sighed as she resigned from the conversation. You knew your mom had your best interests at heart but she didn’t know Namjoon like you did. She had met him twice over the screen and then had spent countless hours googling him and sending you clips of him breaking things with texts calling him out (“he better not be this clumsy with your heart”). You love her but you never know how to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. “Anyways, how’s my favourite son Harry?”

And so the conversation moved on from her qualms about your soon-to-be live-in boyfriend to your business as you told her about the plans you had for your company and talked about your friends. As you went to bed after hanging up, you looked at the empty side. It was the first time in weeks you were sleeping without your boyfriend but you were giddy as you thought about the morning when he would finally move in and you would never see that empty side again.

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“Baby why are all your shelves empty? Why have I never noticed this before?” Namjoon stood frowning in the kitchen with a box of his dishes and cutlery, something you made fun of him about since he notoriously lives on take out, as he placed his plates in the shelves above your kitchen counters.

“Really Joon? Do you know who you’re dating?” You giggled as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and stood next to him. Reaching up to extend your uninjured hand as far as it could, you looked at him as you just about reached the bottom shelf. You were not that short but whoever designed this apartment thought the shelves looked extra elegant if they were extra high.

“Aw! You’re so cute!” He cooed as he patted your head condescendingly, causing you to scowl and narrow your eyes at him. Before you could retort, he put his arms around your waist lifting you so you were eye level with the shelves. “See? Now you can reach! Teamwork!”

You laughed as he put you down, turning around to wrap your arm around him. “Can’t believe we live together now,” you whispered into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. Placing your chin against him you looked up, speaking in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t start hating me and my little quirks.”

“I could never hate you, as long as you promise not to get annoyed by me practicing in our living room.” Namjoon looked at you with a wide smile, as he cupped your face, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You hugged him as you looked across the kitchen island towards your large living room. The large shelf in the corner that once only housed only your books and vinyls was now filled with pieces of your boyfriend. The top shelves had his books with his own organization system (apparently organizing books based on colours was too chaotic for him) as his little collectible figurines stood at random places. Not to mention the tiny baby shoes he had added on one of the shelves (“They’re just cute! I’m totally not picturing a cute fat baby with your doe eyes!”).

You both had added another shelf near the balcony that now housed his extensive plant collection, in fact you had never seen this apartment more green, little plants scattered in the corners. In addition to your framed posters, there were now paintings from his collection, eclectic pieces that lit the blank white walls in color. You both had even moved the couch to the corner and added a mirror on the nearby wall that not only made the room look larger but would help Namjoon if he ever needed to practice his dances.

You sighed contentedly as what was once your home now became the both of yours, your hobbies and tastes intermingling in a perfect union. The den was now a studio, soundproofed and full of midi boards and amps - it seemed like a piece of Namjoon had a place in your home. The two of you had gone back and forth over where to live, whether to move into his house or buy a new place completely, but in the end you had decided your apartment would be best since it was close to both of your work places and because it housed the most memories you shared.

“Oh! Or we can buy a new place?” You looked up at Namjoon’s profile from where you laid next to him, you head in the crook of his arm, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, right above where your cast ended. You were both in bed, a few days after he asked you to move in together, eager to figure out where you would embark on your latest relationship milestone.

“What about here? I like it here. This is our spot.”

“Really you wanna move in here?”

“Yeah this is where we had our first official date. This is where we found out that Ken Burns documentaries make you fall asleep-” He grunted as you smacked his chest at his comment, laughing before continuing. “This is where I first found out how much I love your food. Heck, that living room was where I knew I was in love with you!”

“Oh? You haven’t told me that before.” The two of you turn on your sides to look at each other as you grinned at him in anticipation.

“Yeah it was like a few weeks after we became official. I came over and you were at the gym and when you came back we ordered like a massive pizza and you were so giddy while eating it, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m sure I had literal heart eyes.”

“You know you really like me and pizza together,” you joked as you played with the necklace he had given you, his hand coming to fiddle with the chain as well.

“What can I say? I like you covered in sauce.” He laughed as he held your chin and brought you in for a kiss, humming gently when you separate.

“Be honest though, you totally fell in love with me when I agreed to recreate that porn you like, didn’t you?”

“Ah fuck! You’re right, that’s like the number one reason we should move in here. This is where we found out calling me daddy makes you gag.”

“Yes I’m sure it was just calling you that and not your stupidly big dick.” You both broke into fits of laughter holding on to each other, falling back into the comforting silence, before Namjoon broke it looking at you with a smirk.

“So how about we break out that riding crop again? Hmm? Get you in some of that sexy lingerie?” He moved his arm lower from where it sat on your waist to your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pajamas.

“But baby you said you loved my batman underwear,” you whined jokingly, giggling with your arm around his neck as you looked at him coyly.

“Honestly? I love you in anything.” He said earnestly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, moving his body to lay on top of yours carefully avoiding your injured arm. “Or nothing…”

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The first week of living together was odd. The two of you had spent the month after deciding to move in together planning so much, even buying new furniture, but now that you were living together it was weird. It wasn’t a bad weird, in fact it was a very, very good weird. You and Namjoon had never lived with a partner before and much like when you first got together, it felt easy. Maybe it was practice from when Namjoon was over all the time, but it just felt so effortless being with each other.

You would be lying if you said your mother’s words hadn’t opened up an insecurity within you. You were messy, sure it was an organized mess, but you were messy. You tend to forget where you put things, and when you’re stressed even the smallest of inconveniences make you snap. However, somehow Namjoon just slotted himself into your life so seamlessly, you were finding it hard to believe how lucky you were.

On Monday, you came home and as usual threw whatever jacket you were wearing on the floor, he followed, silently picking it up and hanging it. Namjoon was organized and that made you remember where you left your keys on Tuesday, because now they were always in the cute little crab shaped plate near the foyer. On Wednesday you were infuriated with work and when you went to pee when you reached home, the toilet seat was up causing you to nearly topple in. But unlike usual when you would’ve torn whoever did that to pieces, you broke into a laugh, dialing Namjoon at practice and telling him you missed him. On Thursday, you had your doctor’s appointment to finally get the cast off, and when you returned home to excitedly show off your new arm, Namjoon frowned at the large scar before kissing it repeatedly and spending the night worshipping you. On Friday, the two of you saw the smog warning and donned some masks going to Yeouido Hangang Park, melding in with the mask-wearing strangers enjoying convenience store kimbap and beers as you read your book aloud to him, lounging on the sloping greens. That was also when he learned you didn’t know how to ride a bike, making it his responsibility to teach you.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know how to ride a bike!” Namjoon laughed as he held onto the handlebars. You struggled to keep the balance, your feet resting lightly on the pedals of the rented bike as he slowly pushed you.

“I skateboarded instead! You tell me that once you land an ollie!” you huffed, now pushing on the pedals, albeit gently. Namjoon found your hesitation adorable. He loved discovering these different sides of you. The fact that his always confident girlfriend seemed scared of something as simple as a bike when she was apparently doing tricks on a skateboard, made his heart swell. It was like you kept all your embarrassing secrets for him, you told him things that no one knew about you, and he couldn’t wait to discover more.

For Namjoon, moving in had been as easy as breathing, even though it had barely been a week. On Monday, he took a homemade lunch to work for the first time in a year. When he opened the box, the smell of your stew lingered in his studio and every time he returned from a meeting that day, the scent made him smile. On Tuesday, you came by his building to pick him up, waving excitedly as he wrapped up a livestream and tried not to giggle like a fool in love, which he very much was. Wednesday, he was having a tough time getting the new dance routine down, but then you called him out of the blue and it made his heart flutter, reenergizing him to finally nail the steps. When your cast came off on Thursday, he was again filled with guilt about his part in your attack, but your assurances helped him ease his mind. However, not as much as you screaming his name when he made you cum for the third time on his tongue. Namjoon had never felt so connected to someone before. Usually he would be scared to share so much of his life with another person, but with you he couldn’t wait. He felt extremely lucky just to be in your presence, soaking in the determined look on your face as he taught you how to ride a bike.

“Okay shit. Nevermind that’s really hot. Let’s go skateboarding next time,” he smiled at you mischievously, knowing that he was going to let go of the bike any second.

“I haven’t done that in ten - Oh my god! Don’t let go! Why are you letting go?” You looked behind you to see Namjoon put a thumb in the air in encouragement.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I believe in you!”

“I hate you! I’m gonna fall! How do I stop?!” You could feel the wind blowing through your hair as you steadily picked up speed, and you were terrified. How did you let your tree of a boyfriend talk you into this? There was a reason you had legs, why did you need these stupid wheels?!

“Just push the brakes and put your leg out.”

“Joon! Namjoon! I’m gonna fall!” You watched your life flash before your eyes as you cursed, falling on to the grass, your bike between your legs. Namjoon jogged up the few meters to stand above you, almost doubling over in laughter, causing you to cross your arms where you laid pouting at him. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry! I just - you were going so slow! You literally fell in slow motion!” He continued laughing, even having the audacity to wipe a tear off his eye as you glared at him, before moving the bike and helping you up. “Come on up. There we go!” He beamed at you making it much harder to be mad at him when his eyes squinted in that adorable way they do when he’s extra pleased.

“If I break my arm again it’s your fault.” You leaned into him as he put an arm around you, the other walking the bike back to its station.

“Sorry, sorry! Okay I think that was enough practice. Let’s go home.” He pulled you closer, the bike now firmly locked and no longer charging him through the app. With your arms around his waist, you kind of felt bad giving up on learning so easily. He had seemed so excited when he suggested biking around the river.

“Sorry I can’t bike with you. I wanna share your hobbies!” You pouted, making Namjoon swoon.

“Baby we literally share like seven million hobbies. It’s okay if you don’t like biking. I hate all the Shark Tank episodes you make me sit through.” He laughed as you looked up at him, even with the mask covering half his face you could tell how his dimples would be poking through his cheeks at your comment.

“You said you liked them!”

“It was a month into dating you. I lied.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance as he smiled smugly. You knew he hated that show, he would always be getting up to go to the bathroom or get snacks during the pivotal moments. Well at least he was committed enough to not be on his phone when you watched together. Now that you think about it, he must really love you to sit through the marathon you had of it last month.

“So what else do you hate?”

“Arthur C Clarke. I don’t get why you love 2001 so much. It’s so pseudo philosophical and the sequels suck.”

“But the monolith Joon! The spark of curiosity and ambition! And like the combined consciousness! Come on!”

“Eh. Pretentious. Douglas Adams did it better.” He shrugged.

“I can’t believe you! Those are like two different concepts!” You laughed as he dissed one of your favourite books, enjoying his warmth against you as the two of you waited for the car to pick you up in the parking lot.

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Saturday would mark the first weekend of you both living together, and so it was time to celebrate. The two of you had taken the day off in preparation for the first party you would host together, in the apartment you lived together. Just the thought made you giddy. You walked around the grocery store, stocking up on snacks and alcohol as Hayoon, Namjoon’s favourite security personnel, helped you carry the basket that kept getting heavier. You still found it weird walking around with the 195cm, extremely buff older man, but with the attack still fresh in your head, it was comforting having the looming presence. You had noticed that people didn’t even look twice at you, when in the past your foreigner status would have had at least a few staring at you.

Thanking Hayoon for carrying your supplies and bidding him a goodbye, you walked into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing to music playing from his earphones. Somehow in the midst of cleaning and moving furniture to make room for the twenty something people you both had invited, he had started working. You couldn’t blame him when you yourself had taken the time in the car to answer a few emails. It gave you the perfect opportunity to share your present with him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You walked over to block his view of himself in the mirror as he rolled his body to some unknown tune. It was quite funny watching his concentrated scowl turn into confusion, barely hearing you.

“Hmm?”

“Stop dancing! I’ve got a surprise!”

“Can’t stop babe I have to get this down before Monday.” Namjoon looked over your head into the mirror as he continued practicing his choreography, making you roll his eyes.

“Hmm maybe Kook would wanna go instead,” you said nonchalantly as you turned around and started to slowly back away, before Namjoon’s arm came around your waist, stopping you.

“Ah baby don’t do that. See, airpod out, I’m listening!” You grinned as Namjoon pulled his earphone out, stopping the music but continuing to dance.

“You know you look like one of the sims just dancing there without music,” you joked, giggling.

“Babbbbbe! Where are we going?” he whined.

“So you know how your favourite rapper is Nas?”

“Yes I’m aware.”

“I got backstage passes!”

“What? For me?” Namjoon stilled, a dopey grin on his face as you walked closer to him to show him the tickets on your phone. It wasn’t a huge present but when one of your clients had asked if you wanted to attend, you couldn’t refuse the tickets. It helped that your client owned the stadium the performance was at and had accommodated your special requests for privacy.

“And you get to watch from this barricade so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi or fans and you can just enjoy the show!” Namjoon’s heart swelled as he heard your words. You never failed to surprise him with how much you went out of your way to make him comfortable. Lately, you’d been making him want to declare your relationship to the world. It was a dumb fantasy and the two of you had talked (argued) about going public, but between the two of you it seemed that you were more against it.

“You’re coming with me right?” He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I don’t know, I know I just said you’ll have privacy but what if someone sees us together? Maybe you can take Yoongi.” You look up at him with a frown, your hands on his chest, as you assessed the different ways the concert could affect your privacy. He hated how you had to overthink such a simple outing, mirroring your frown as he reached to relax the crease between your brows before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Shut up. I’m only taking you. The whole world can watch!” He grinned making you roll your eyes.

“You scare me with how easily you just said that.” You swatted at his chest. It really did scare you with how easily he’d been saying that lately. He wasn’t really an impulsive person, he usually thought everything through to the utmost detail and so his recent exclamations were worrying you. It’s not that you wouldn’t like to post one of the thousands of couple photos on your social media, it’s just you were worried about how toxic some netizens could be.

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew?” He pulled you closer, arms circling your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a little smile, wanting to play out his fantasy.

“Joon I’m not risking your career so we can go on a few dates.” You sighed, picking at his shirt at his chest where your hands laid.

“My fans will be happy to see me happy, baby.”

“Ugh let’s not argue about this right now. Do you like your surprise?” You put your arms around his neck as you peck his lips.

“Only if I get to enjoy it with you.”

“Yes yes I guess I’ll go see one of my favourite rappers with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You returned it equally gently, getting lost in the warmth as he molded his lips to yours, tilting his head to get a better angle and squeezing your ass as he brought you even closer in his embrace. Before things could get heated, you pulled away, smiling as he followed your lips, eyes still closed. You pecked his lips a few times before moving away completely.

“Hey don’t let me distract you. Practice!”

“You’re such a tease. Meanie.” He pouted as you walked away with a wave in his direction, smirking at his petulance.

“Love you too Joonie!”

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Namjoon was drunk. He promised himself at the beginning of the party that he would stay sober to ensure his first party with you went seamlessly, but then the Ilsan boys showed up. The Ilsan boys were his high school friends, dubbed so by you. To say you liked them would be a stretch, since he always got too drunk when they were around, but he couldn’t help it. They made him forget all about being an idol and let loose. They were some of the few people beside you and his family that had that effect. Sitting on the couch that was pulled up to the window, he felt the alcohol race through his veins, and he was in his feelings. Beside him, Harry talked to Sehun, one third of the Ilsan boys as they talked about some tv show. He was happy, so happy he was smiling to himself as he rocked his feet on the ground, a beer in hand. He was happy and as he watched you across the room, he was also a little annoyed.

You were talking to Kang, another one of the Ilsan boys, as Jungkook stood with his arms on top of your head for support and Hoseok laughed at some joke you made. Before the party the two of you had decided not to be the couple that only hung out with each other, and since this party was literally just your closest friends, it was not that hard to do. But right now all Namjoon wanted to do was be petty and shove Jungkook off of you, wrap his arms around you instead and tell you how horny your skinny jeans were making him. Alright, correction. Namjoon was drunk, happy, and horny.

He bit his lip as he followed your curves with his eyes, watching the way your chest rose as you laughed, and the way your throat moved with each sip of your whiskey. Okay, that’s it. Screw the decision, he was walking over. Plus, he had stayed away for the past three hours, even had to watch you belt out his favourite My Chemical Romance song as you wiggled your butt, that had to count for something. He made his way to your little group, swaying a little as he shoved Jungkook a little too aggressively off you, making him protest over his spilled beer, before putting an arm possessively over your shoulder. He grinned as you leaned in, continuing your conversation.

“As I was saying there is no way Y/N is a sub. No fucking way!” Kang bellowed from where he stood. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at his comment. Why was he talking about his girlfriend this way? He felt an irrational surge of anger through him. He knew Kang was crass, his talks often devolving to his sex capades a few shots in, but did he really not respect Namjoon enough to be talking this shit in his own home about his girlfriend during their housewarming party?

Namjoon’s grip tightened around you protectively as Kang kept talking about your sex life. You only hummed, seemingly bored as you drank. Turns out you were playing a game, instigated by Kang of course, where you had to guess the other person’s kink, and if someone guesses correctly, you drink if not then the guesser drinks. Apparently you were in the spotlight for the moment.

Namjoon tilted his head, eyes narrowed at his childhood friend and raised an eyebrow. Kang, luckily for him, got the hint, shutting up with an apologetic glance at Namjoon. However, everyone else in the little group seemed to have missed this little interaction.

“I don’t know… I’ve seen hyung’s porn collection. He definitely has a daddy kink.” Jungkook scratched his chin as he slurred out the words, like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem.

“Dude Y/N would rather puke than call Namjoonie daddy.” Hoseok laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk. You laughed, a little too hard in your tipsy state, and Namjoon felt his blood run cold. You had definitely said those words to him, even pretended to jokingly gag when he brought it up the first, and only, time. He stood straighter at Hoseok’s comment. Had you told him about this? Why would you tell Hoseok of all people? You weren’t even close!

His jaw ticked as the group laughed, oblivious to the sudden hurt he felt. He felt exposed, naked and vulnerable, all because of you. He didn’t know if his feelings were elevated with the alcohol in his body, but he suddenly felt like he was losing all trust in you. You didn’t even seem phased, not noticing that his arm was no longer around you as you giggled at their antics.

“Okay. Time to reveal the winner!” You started, your arms wide and voice low as Jungkook used Hoseok’s chest as a makeshift drum, tapping at it lightly in a drumroll.

“Nope.” Namjoon couldn’t help but cut you off. There was no way you were sharing intimate details of your sex life with these idiots. He didn’t know how things worked in Canada, but here in his house he sure as hell was not hearing his friends talk about your kinks. He grabbed your wrist, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table before dragging you into the guest bathroom by the kitchen.

“Aww Joonie! Now I have to do three shots!” You pouted at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his head.

“No.”

It was all he said before he crashed his lips to yours, taking your surprised yelp as an opportunity to roughly press his tongue to yours. He didn’t know what overcame him, he initially wanted to talk to you but something about the utter lack of remorse on your face snapped something in him. Oh those guys didn’t think you were a sub? He was going to prove them all wrong and make you beg for him while no one outside had a clue. It was his biggest turn on after all, to see you confidently striding through every room demanding respect and attention, only to turn into an obedient little girl for him.

He had been horny all night, rocking a semi every time he looked at you, and your little moans as you wrapped your arms around him now only made him harder. He kissed you with more force, removing your hands from around him and pinning them to the door behind you as his lips ventured down your neck to where your blouse started.

He let go of your hands, pleased to see them remain immobile against the door, and reached for your jeans, the same jeans that had been taunting him all evening. Kissing down your body, he pulled the jeans off your legs, turning you around roughly once you stepped out of them. With your ass in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself, biting at the flesh, smirking at your surprised yelp.

He stood up behind you, bending you over the sink. Pulling your shirt up and gripping your jaw, he placed the hem in your mouth. He kissed your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror as his hands pulled the cups of your bra down to grope you firmly. You didn’t know what had gotten into him suddenly, but you were not complaining, your shirt getting wet as did your panties. Wordlessly, he continued, his hands roaming your body to reach your heat where he didn’t hesitate to slide your panties to the side and thrust two fingers in, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch.

At your moan, his lustful eyes met yours as he increased his speed, the sound of your squelching pussy filling the air. Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore, he needed to be inside you, teach you a lesson for being so oblivious to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he released his dick, already dripping with precum at how turned on he was at the prospect of one of your friends knowing what was happening behind doors. Without a second thought, he lined himself up at your entrance to plunge himself right to the hilt.

You moaned at the sudden aggressive move, your skin tingling with excitement to see your boyfriend this needy for you. Namjoon didn’t usually get this aggressive right off the bat, and his rare sexual desire made you heat up, mewling at the stretch. You braced yourself against the counter as you watched Namjoon’s face contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as he rammed himself into you again and again, leaving your breathless and with your legs shaking.

“Fuck… I can’t believe we’re fucking in the bathroom… at our own party!” you moaned at a particularly hard thrust.

“That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease all night.” Namjoon leaned closer to speak in your ear, his chest molded to your back as one of his hands pulled your nipple while the other turned your head towards him, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You need more, needed to kiss him, needed his fingers on your clit, anything.

“Joonie…” you mewled, looking at him pleadingly.

“Ah don’t try to get all soft on me now baby.” He smacked your ass, aiming right where his bite mark was visible, making you preen. “Did you think you were funny telling Hobi how you gagged on my cock when I called myself daddy, hmm?” His hips moved hard, pushing you further into the sink, your walls clenching around him and you were sure your hips were going to bruise from where they slammed against the counter. Your skin was pebbling with goosebumps and you felt like you could feel every vein on his cock as he continued to move in you. With his hand on your jaw, he moved your face towards the mirror, enjoying the way your mouth was held open and eyes wide with want.

“Answer me baby. Did you like embarrassing me in front of our friends?” Namjoon knew he really shouldn’t bring his issues into the bedroom, especially when you allowed and trusted him with how you gave up control, but the concoction of hurt, anger and beer in his veins overrode his rationality.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words, finally realizing what had gotten him so riled up. Making eye contact in the mirror, you couldn’t tell if this was all part of a scene he’d come up with or if he was serious. Before you could say anything, he spanked you again, his thrusts slowing, but somehow getting harder. Although you were concerned, you couldn’t deny how you could feel your orgasm rising, your walls tightening around him.

“Do you like seeing me get hurt in front of my friends?” He gritted out, his gaze darkened.

“H-hurt?” you stuttered, alarmed.

“Yeah baby, hurt. You think I like you sharing our secrets?” He was back at your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it with his tongue. “You think I liked you and Hobi laughing at me, pretty girl?” he sneered, but you could see past it. Behind the lust in his eyes, he was actually hurt, his eyes glistening, and although you were enjoying this sudden, surprise sex, your needs could wait.

“Joon… fuck… yellow. Yellow.” You grunted, despite your body begging you to let him continue so you could cum. Suddenly Namjoon froze, pulling out. His eyes softened immediately with concern as he ran his hands up and down your arms to comfort you.

“Shitshitshit sorry! Was that too much? Too rough? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He spoke fast, trying to gauge your expression in the mirror.

“Are you okay? Are you actually mad about Hobi?” You turned around, cupping his face as you looked up at him. He sighed, biting his lip a couple of times and contemplating if he should talk about it now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just - it kinda fucked me up.” He averted your gaze, opting to look at the wall next to the two of you, and you felt your heart ache at his words. “Like I was pretty vulnerable when I shared that kink with you and I get it - it’s cliched and basic and you weren’t into it but I feel like you guys were laughing at me. I don’t like getting laughed at by my girlfriend behind my back with one of my best friends.” He looked at you towards the end of his statement, the fiery look back in his eyes. You knew he was mad, but truly he had no reason to be. In fact, thinking more about it made you sad that he would think that you would purposely kink shame him or laugh at him for any reason.

“I’m so sorry Joonie. It’s not even like that. I’m so sorry baby. Do you wanna talk about -” But before you could finish your sentence, he spun you around again.

“No.” He spoke firmly, lining himself once again, fully back into his dominant persona. “Much. Rather. Fuck. My. Frustrations. Out. Colour?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, making you mewl, your earlier lost orgasm revving back up slowly.

“Green. Fuck Joon!” He bent you over further at your words, holding tightly to your hips as he fucked you.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby. You don’t get to cum tonight.” He spoke, his voice strained from his harsh movements. Oh, he must be really mad. Namjoon took pride in making you cum, often overstimulating you, but this was new. He’d never flat out denied you an orgasm before, and the thought made you want to cum even more.

“Joonie. I’m sorry. Please... fuck! You feel so good.” You mewled, looking at him with puppy eyes. You didn’t know how long you could hold your orgasm if he continued, the coil in your stomach tightening at his every move.

“No can do pretty girl you gotta learn your lesson.” He smirked, spanking your ass for good measure, the slap ricocheting through the walls of the small bathroom. You really hoped nobody needed to pee, glad that the music was pretty loud, you could almost sing along to the SHINEE track in the background.

“Please daddy?” You knew he was mad at you for this, but in your lust-addled, desperate mind you just wanted to do anything to please him.

“Fuck off! Don’t make me ban you from cumming all week.” He gritted out, almost panting with how fast he was going, chasing his own release as he spanked your ass twice.

“God. Oh my god, Joon!” You felt him get sloppy, almost on the brink of your orgasm. Namjoon could feel you tighten impossibly hard, and with one last thrust he pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your ass with a loud groan. You whined, your head on your arms as you felt your orgasm ebb away, your clit throbbing in need.

Namjoon leaned next to you, catching his breath, as he looked at your wrecked state, legs shaking, hair a mess, your tits hanging out of your bra.

“Did you cum?” he asked, stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“No…” He kissed you at that, gently and quickly.

“Good girl. Now let’s clean you up, we have a party to host.” He buckled his pants, as he handed you some toilet paper, fixing your shirt, and once you cleaned up, helping you put your pants back on. He was still hurt, but weirdly sated. He knew it would take time for him to get over this, but he still felt lucky knowing that you’d understand as he watched you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“Joon, are you still mad?” You spoke after a few minutes, voice uncharacteristically meek, making Namjoon wish he waited till after the party was over, so he could tend to you properly after being so rough.

“A little. It’s just kind of stings right now.” He spoke after a few beats of contemplation leaning against the sink. When in other relationships, he got used to just saying he was fine, with you he felt that he could be honest even if it hurt, and although he still felt somewhat betrayed, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, truly. I swear it’s not what you think. We weren’t laughing at you, promise! I love you.” You looked at him with such sorrow that he almost felt stupid for having such feelings, wanting to pacify you, but he knew you’d hate it if he did so.

“Ah don’t make that face.” He pouted at you slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“What face?” You ask, eyes wide, cheeks a little squished by his hands and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“That face! Makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“Joonie… baby, talk to me.” You pleaded, you hands on his, but he just leaned down to peck your forehead instead.

“Shh, yellow on this convo for now. Let’s just go back to the party. I love you too, pretty girl.” He smoothed your hair once again, before moving to the door. He paused at your lack of movement, turning around to see you frowning as you looked at him. He knew you wanted to talk it out, it was in your nature to solve problems immediately, but Namjoon needed time. If he talked about it now, he would probably get angry, or worse start crying. He needed to think things through.

“Even when you’re mad?” you said quietly.

“Even when I’m mad. Now let’s go before anyone figures we’re missing.” He took your hand and walked you out, the party none the wiser of your little indiscretion. However, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed how off the mood was between the two of you, your smiles not reaching your eyes, and your cups always empty.

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You stared at the screen, the cursor blinking as you tried to put your thoughts together. This expansion into Japan was going to be the death of you. You had been working on the strategy for months now but nothing appealed to the board who never lost the opportunity to remind you of your age or lack thereof. With your combined shares Harry and you could technically override any of their decisions, but antagonizing the board further would only lead to more problems in the future so you just grinned and bore it.

You had spent all day at the office trying to figure out the new strategy to beat out the competing company that already existed in Tokyo to get sufficient market share to make the expansion viable. Siwon had been kind enough to be your scribe while you word vomited at him but as you looked at the page now it made little sense. You were kind of embarrassed that he had to type out this bullshit.

Frustrated at your lack of progress, you looked at the clock, and reading the 11:34 pm displayed there with a grimace as you stood up to walk to the kitchenette on your floor. Starting a pot of coffee you talked to yourself as you fidgeted with the cups, stacking them this way and that. You kind of wished Harry would’ve stayed late tonight to talk through the strategy with you but apparently Jen had been pretty annoyed with all his late nights so you had no choice but to do it alone. You didn’t mind it as much usually, you enjoyed the silence of the empty building, enjoyed filling it with your favourite songs as you worked through your thoughts.

Tonight however you were pretty annoyed to be working late. After the party, Namjoon had spent Sunday sulking about, still refusing to talk out what you thought was a minor issue of miscommunication. If you were being honest, part of your frustrations tonight might be due to the fact that a part of your brain kept pestering you with the same thoughts. Mom was right, you moved in and look, already not talking to each other. If you can’t resolve this tiny fight, how will you have a future? He’s probably sick of you already.

Trying to practice your coping mechanisms, you let the thoughts pass through your head. They were just negative thoughts, they did not define you as a person, do not react to them. You took a deep breath, focusing instead on the task ahead.

As you walked to your desk with your third cup of coffee of the evening and thought about your business plans, you started resenting your board more and more. It was one thing to want a flawless strategy but they failed to understand that there was literally no strategy in the world that would be as risk averse as they wanted. They thought you too impulsive, too bull-headed to do something that was low risk. They had the audacity to think that you were building all the riskiest strategies on purpose when in reality to get the outcome you wanted there had to be an equal amount of risk to go with it. Sighing, you started typing your thoughts, bulleted, on the doc as your phone rang.

“Namjoon?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone, a bit surprised that this is how he was choosing to break his pseudo silent treatment.

“Just called so you’re not startled.” You heard Namjoon twice, once in your speaker and once from right in front of you. Regardless of his efforts, you jumped in your seat to see him standing in front of you. Holding your hand on your heart, you looked up at your boyfriend standing over your desk in a matching pair of grey sweats and sweater, a black mask under his chin as he looked at you with amusement at your reaction. It never failed to endear him how you were easily startled at the smallest things.

“Did you eat yet?” He asked as he leaned over the desk, his lips puckered. Sighing a yes, you kissed him, feeling your stress reduce at the touch, relieved that he seemed to be more open to communicating now.

“What brings you here?” You asked, reclining back in your seat as Namjoon pulled up a chair next to you.

“I just got done. Thought I’d pick you up.”

“How did you even know I was still here?”

“Boyfriend senses.” He winked, his arm resting on the back of his chair. You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and really wishing he didn’t go all the way home to come back. “Fine. Siwon texted me. You know it’s bad form to worry your assistant so much he has to call your boyfriend for back up.”

“I’m sorry he texted you.” You leaned forward in your chair with a sheepish smile. Inside however, you were glad Siwon had given Namjoon a push to talk to you. Knowing Siwon you were sure it wasn’t a random concern but probably born out of your talk with him this morning.

He made a noise stating his displeasure at your apology and shaking his head, before reaching out to hold your hand where it lay on your lap. “So when’s this due?”

“Can we talk about Saturday night?” You answered his question with your own, dreading a mood swing, but impatient to explain your side and ease his worries. You really wanted things to go back to normal. Even though it had only been one day, you missed him. He had barely cuddled you in his sleep the last two nights, and you missed the intimacy, and as needy as it sounded in your head, you just wanted him to hold you.

He sighed deeply, leaving your hand to run his hands over his face. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched down, covering his face. He really should let you explain, but he was tired from practice and he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to deal with an argument. “It’s okay. I’ll get over it.”

“Please. Let me explain.” You stood from your chair squatting in front of him and pulling his hands away to make him look at you. With another sigh of resignation, Namjoon nodded for you to continue.

“Hoseok doesn’t know anything. He said that as a joke randomly.” You spoke carefully, watching Namjoon’s eyes widen as he frowned. “Honestly he’s been your friend for so long I just assumed you told him that’s why he was looking at me like that. You know I didn’t agree or disagree. I just laughed because of the memory.”

Namjoon felt like an idiot. It was such a simple explanation. He was kicking himself for not thinking about this earlier, for spending a whole day avoiding you. As he looked at the earnesty in your eyes, he wanted to go back in time and smack himself on the head for making you feel guilty over this non-issue.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” he groaned, covering his face as he rolled his chair away from you in shame. You stood, walking over to him before pulling his hands away yet again, sitting in his lap sideways. His hands instinctively went around your waist, making sure you didn’t slip off.

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” you whispered, frowning as you put your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, rubbing his hand on your thigh, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. “Also, I’m sorry for earlier.”

“For what?”

“Not letting you cum.” He looked so devastated, his lips pulled down by his guilt as he stared at you, that all you could do was giggle. It was silly that he thought some of the best sex you’d had was bad just because you didn’t cum.

“It’s fine you were in your dom persona.” You smoothed his hair as you kissed his cheek, making him shyly turn away from you, before he looked at you with a determination in his eyes.

“No it’s not fine. In all the research I’ve done one thing they always warned against was domming angry or like using it to resolve issues or punish your partner in a way they didn’t know what started the punishment, and I don’t know what came over me. I was mad and it was unfair of me to use our kinks against you.” He ranted, his frown getting deeper as his grip around you got tighter. With all his goofy antics around you usually, you forgot how serious Namjoon could get, and although the two of you had promised each other to be honest, it was still jarring to hear his rant. It meant he had been thinking about his actions and it bothered you that he was feeling guilty. When he stopped to take a breath, you brought his lips to yours, kissing him with all the affection you could muster. It wasn’t hard - showing him you loved him. In fact, it was the easiest thing to do, as you let your lips assure him and ease the storm in his head.

“I’m perfectly okay Joonie. It was hot.” You chuckled as you broke away and met his gaze filled with adoration. You felt lucky to have him in your life, and although this fight didn’t seem to have lasted that long, you missed him. Kissing him at midnight in your office, you felt content, your stress from the day melting away at his touch.

“Still. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?” He said as he kissed you again. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You stood and as you packed your stuff, he clung on to you, nuzzling your neck, equally missing your touch. Although you were headed home, you felt it in his arms already.

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evgneedstosleep · 3 years

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The light behind your eyes | part 2

TW: alcoholism, abandonment, accidental misgendering

Schlatt held onto the partially soaked box as he ran through the rain. The streets were empty, deserted of any form of life, as Schlatt's breath formed clouds in the air. The sound of his shoes clicking on the cobblestone pavement soon morphed into the quiet slush of mud as Schlatt exited the village and entered the deep dark oak forest.

Schlatt was shaking from the cold and he pulled the box he held in his hands closer to his chest as he sped walked through the forest. It was freezing and he was soaking wet, but nothing will stop him from reaching his destination. He slightly opened the box and looked into the eyes of his baby daughter peacefully sleeping, wrapped up in blankets. She looked just like her father, curly brown hair and deep brown eyes. Schlatt smiled at her as he kissed her forehead and continued walking through the dark.

Eventually the goat hybrid reached his destination - a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. By the end of the almost hour long walk through the forest, he was completely covered in water. Droplets of water slid down his face and throat as he walked up to the front door of the house.

Schlatt had noticed the owner of this cottage a while back in the village, most notable to him were the three kids that always surrounded him. They always seemed so happy. Schlatt hoped that Toby will also be happy with them. He gulped as he looked at the door in front of him.

He opened the slightly soaked box and looked at his precious daughter. Tears mixed with rain slid down his face as he smiled at her. He will do anything to make her happy, even if it means letting her go.

When Schlatt had just found out that the girl he had accidentally knocked up at a random party was pregnant with his child, he was beyond terrified. He was no father?! He was just a guy in his 20s with a slight alcohol consumption problem! He definitely was not prepared to raise a child. But he still found himself standing with the little kid in his arms as the child's mother drove away, never to be seen by him or the kid ever again.

The first feeling Schlatt felt was anger. Why the fuhk should he care about some little gremlin that happened to share half his dna??? But then the little gremlin grabbed Schlatt's finger and did the most adorable fuhking thing ever.

It fuhking giggled.

And in that exact moment Schlatt realized he was horribly fuhked.

They lived together and Schlatt was exhausted with being a new found dad, but he really couldn't be happier. The kid brought light to his nights and he stopped drinking, not completely, but he was doing way better than before the kid entered his life. He named his daughter Toby cause Toby is a fuhking cool ass name and im naming the fuhker whatever I want.

Toby grew on Schlatt and Schlatt was doing his absolute best to be the best dad, so when she grew up, Toby could buy him one of those mugs that said 'World's Best Dad' and he'd saw how stupid it was but his heart would swell with happiness.

But, of course, Schlatt's life was never and will never be perfect, because god can't ever let the poor hybrid dad live in peace.

Schlatt didn't have the best paying job but it was enough to provide for the family of two. But then, out of nowhere, the owner of the little farmer's shop died, and he was left jobless.

He searched and searched for a job, but no one wanted to take him, since he was a goat hybrid.

He didn't give up though, he continued his search, but his savings started to run dry and the stress of it all caused him to relapse and now the money was dwindling away at a more significant rate.

Schlatt knew he was fuhked in the ass now.

He would cry himself to sleep, he knew he couldn't provide for his daughter anymore, he knew that he would probably never get a job with his stupid horns, in this city at least.

So he started to look for another way out. Since he couldn't provide for Toby maybe someone else could. Even though it felt like someone stabbed his abdomen anytime he thought about giving Toby away, it was the only way out. Schlatt wasn't stupid.

And he wasn't stupid not to notice the blond man who walked with his 3 adoptive sons through the small village like he owned the place. The kids were not thin, which meant that they were fed well Schlatt noted, the guy looked happy around the three kids so he was most likely an okay dad. That was better than most father's in this village.

So the blond haired dad it is.

And so here Schlatt was, standing at the doorstep of his daughter's future dad's house at 3 in the morning.

Tears continued rolling down his face and down his neck as he looked at his daughter and imagined a better future, where he could've been able to give her the life he never had. A future where he saw his daughter go to kindergarten, saw her graduate, get married or something. But no.

Life just finds away to fuhk shit up.

Schlatt cupped Toby's cheek and he pressed one final kiss to the girl's forehead as he gently set the box down.

' Promise me, that when you grow up, you're gonna be happy, okay? Okay, Toby? Promise me, that you'll live the life you want, right? Right? Even though I wont be there to witness it, be happy, okay? ' tears rolled down his cheeks as he whispered ' you are literally 1 years old and you're sleeping so you cant hear or understand me, so this is ridiculous ' Schlatt chuckled ' but I hope that- that very smart brain of yours will somehow process the bullshit im spewing out ' tears mixed with rain fell onto the blanket ' I-I hope you wont hate me, Toby. Im sorry I have to do this, but it's for the best. You'll be with the dad who can give you the life you truly deserve.

Goodbye, Toby. '

#mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #tubbo #schlatt #dad schlatt #angst #trans tubbo

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samwrights · 4 years

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Baby Fever

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it 600 times. I need Hanamaki Takahiro to put a baby in me. Y’all are going to be so tired of me after this one. Fluff and slight NSFW. @dreamyjaems not totally daddy related, but pretty darn close ;)

Hanamaki;

The first time he notices it is when you’re both out with another pair of couple friends.

They’d been married for six years, while the two of you were entering three years together, and they’d just had their first baby less than a year ago.

Despite never mentioning a future desire for them, Makki watched the way you interacted with that little girl and he knew straight away.

Haha, I’m in danger.

The way your eyes soften when you hold her or the way you’ve created a new, soft persona that only spoke in high pitched gibberish

The way you were constantly buying the baby’s clothes for no reason. At all.

It becomes more apparent when the two of you are out shopping and you somehow end up in the kids clothing section.

Baby vans is where Makki draws the line. Do y’all know expensive baby vans are? I’d draw the line too.

“Sweetie...sweetheart...love of my life...” Makki has a grin on his face, his eyes aren’t open, and he’s holding your guys’ statement for your joint bank account. “Mind telling me why the fuck you spent $138 at the vans store when you didn’t buy any new vans?”

“How do you know that I didn’t?”

“Because you would have shown me them.” His grin drops into an entirely unamused look. “What did you do?”

Sighing in defeat, you walked over to a nearby shoe closet, pulling out three boxes of baby vans in varying colors and sizes. “They were just so cute 🥺”

Makki takes a seat beside you on the couch, hunching over his knees while covering his face with one hand. “I wish you’d just talk to me about this first before you went splurging on a kid we don’t even have yet.”

Yet?? Y E T??

“I was under the impression you didn’t want any.” And that wasn’t necessarily wrong, per se. The two of you were still young, trying to work through college debt, and weren’t as stable as you could be. But Makki was in this for the long haul, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want you to be the mother of his future children.

“I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of trying.”

“...wanna start trying right now?”

“You son of a bitch, I’m in.”

Iwaizumi;

Iwaizumi was going to tear his hair out if he heard you coo at a baby one more time.

At first, it was fine. Yeah, the baby you spotted while the two of you were in line at Starbucks was cute. Even cuter when the baby waved to you, he wasn’t denying that.

But nearly every chance you got when the two of you were out in public, you’d smack him on the arm when you’d see a baby.

Legit, it was like you had a fucking radar on you.

“Haji, Haji, look! Look at how cute the wittle baby is!”

It was endearing, really, because he’d see the pout form on your lips as you tried to catch the infants attention. But again, that damned radar you had was driving him wild because it seemed to happen everywhere you went.

If there were toddler siblings or, heaven forbid, twins, you absolutely lost your shit. You fawning over one was bad enough but two? Or more? Good god.

Iwaizumi has banished all walks to the park. Walking your dog together? He made a new route away from the nearest children gathering place.

He couldn’t even bring you to McDonald’s anymore because you’d just stare at the fucking play place.

“D-do you really just not want kids, Hajime?” You’d asked him one time after seeing how red he turned with near anger? Maybe anger wasn’t the right word.

“That’s not it...”

???

He groans out of embarrassment cause he really doesn’t wanna admit this out loud. “Every time you talk about kids, I literally just wanna go home and fuck a baby into you.”

“Okay, so what the fuck are we waiting for?”

“College graduation???” Damn him and his logical rationalizations.

“We’re almost done with school—if we start now we’ll have already graduated before the baby’s even born.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Oikawa;

Oikawa actually entertains your baby fever—which is no help at all.

I see him totally being the dude that indulges watching 16&Pregnant, Teen Mom, etc. with you.

Half the time, you guys make bets over which couple’s going to break up, who loses custody of their child, so on and so forth.

But one thing remains consistent with the two of you—who the cutest babies are.

A constant topic of conversation between the two of you during these times is how idiotic some of the parents were. Have y’all ever seen Unexpected? Diego was the worst, and both of you had a unanimous opinion on that.

Unfortunately for you, these shows really start piquing your curiosity as to how yours and Oikawa’s little one would actually be.

And how the two of you would be as parents. It does upset you a little bit, considering he’s heavily focused on his pro career.

Oikawa notices the lack of desire to watch any of the aforementioned shows, despite that being a typical Friday night thing for the two of you. Friday night (baby) Fever.

“Alright, what’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing? I just feel like we should do something else.”

“Uh, no. I know you’re dying to see what the hell Max was doing while Chloe was giving birth.” 💀💀💀 he’s not wrong.

You gnaw on your lip while you make dinner—as per usual for your Friday nights. You always made something that required a bit more love while Tooru kept you up to date with his career.

“Do you think we would be better parents?”

“Duh,” he responds without skipping a beat. “both of us know how to make a bottle and change diapers.” He adds, referencing to the multitude of times you’d babysat friends’ kids or his newly born niece.

“Tooru, I’m serious.” A dry yet light laugh leaves his lips before he’s standing behind you, wrapping his arms just under your breasts and resting his chin on your head.

“I am too. I’ve just been waiting for you to give me permission.”

Oya? Wait, shit wrong person sorry

Needless to say, y’all don’t need to watch anymore pregnancy shows after this—too occupied with your own journey into parenthood.

Matsukawa;

Oh Mattsun, my clueless bunny.

He probably wouldn’t even notice, tbh, that you literally are in near tears when you see a cute baby.

Cause I imagine his s/o would be one that cries over all the cute things. Puppies? Cry. Kittens? Cry. Otter pups? Double cry.

But he seems to be missing the key theme here—b a b i e s, Issei.

He kinda dense.

You’ve always been good with kids without really trying, he learned, when you started watching your best friend’s five year old son once a week.

The little bean was your best friend, besides his mom and Issei of course. Every Thursday, you got up early so you could welcome the boy, make him breakfast, and hang out with him all day.

At first, it did funny things to Mattsun to see the way you’d glow while making slime or watching your favorite kid’s movies with him.

He learned quickly you could quote the entirety of Hercules and Mulan, and often acted out the singing parts with great theatrics.

When your best friend would come for her son, you’d get a little sad, enough for Mattsun to notice. He’s not that dense.

But dense enough not to notice the way you longingly stare at mothers holding the hands of their toddlers or carrying their babies while the two of you are out grocery shopping.

You’ve never wanted anything more than to have a kid with Issei. Even if he is kinda 💀💀

He’s so good to you, and it kinda hurts your heart the way he brushes off hanging out with you and the kiddo. Like he doesn’t want children period.

So, like any other healthy relationship, you actually decide to sit down and have a talk with him about this. Low key, it kinda scared him cause he thought you were about to dump him. “Do you see yourself having kids in the future?”

“Babe, I physically cannot.”

“I fucking hate you, Issei. I’m being serious.” Despite your words, you try not to laugh. You failed.

“What brought this on?”

“You just never seem to want to hang out with me and the rugrat when he’s over.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s just really hot watching you play mom.”

“You know, I don’t have to play mom.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

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Lacuna - Epilogue

- Characters: Johnny Suh x members of nct - Category: single parent au, fluff, slight angst - Word count: 6k - Warnings: - - Navigation: prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue - Author’s notes: hello I am so emotional because I can’t believe this is really the end of the series.. I initially wrote this for my dearest friend who’s so close to my heart, but somehow along the way, a lot of you followed, patiently waited and liked this story and I will always and forever be grateful to all of you. I’ve grown so attached to this series and knowing it’s the end now is making me so sad yet so happy at the same time. I really hope this epilogue makes up for all the angst we’ve all been through the past few chapters and that it meets all of your expectations. I love you all heaps and bunches and thank you for reading and staying with me throughout this series. happy reading my sweet! x

“Daddy’s home!” You say to Youngho excitedly when you hear the front door slide open with Johnny now possessing keys to your house.

Youngho immediately drops his pencil on the table, completely forgetting about his unfinished homework, hopping off the chair and racing towards the front door to see Johnny taking off his shoes by the hallway.

“Daddy!” Youngho exclaims, his voice rippling through the house.

“Hey buddy,” Johnny greets with a warm smile that reaches his eyes and lowers himself to meet Youngho’s outstreched arms for him. “How was school today?”

“Really good! My teacher said I draw really well,” Youngho brags proudly, standing tall when Johnny lets go of him.

Johnny grins and ruffles Youngho’s hair, “I’m so proud of you! Good job!” Letting his eyes scan the hallway, his natural instinct is to look for you. “Is mommy around?”

“Kitchen!” Youngho replies and walks off.

You emerge by the hallway then, arms crossed across your chest, a bashful smile on your lips as you watch Johnny tug at his tie to loosen it, still clad in his tux after being at work all day. He looked divine, to say the least, even when the stresses of the day has beaten him down to a pulp.

Johnny’s face lights up immediately when his eyes land on you, his shoulders drooping unknowingly, already feeling a thousand times calmer at the sight of you. “Hey you.” He opens his arms, the gaze in his eyes inviting you and you try so hard not to melt because this was your reality now.

“Hey,” you greet shyly, walking towards him and reaching upwards to circle your arms around his neck just as he wraps his around your waist, his embrace firm, burying his face into your shoulder.

“Missed you,” you hear him mumble.

You chuckle, your insides warm, “When do you not?”

“Good question,” Johnny replies, lifting his head off your shoulder and pulling himself back so that he can look at you, his arms never leaving you. “But would it hurt if you said it back? Even if you have to lie?”

You laugh just as a teasing smile lifts on his face. “Missed you,” you finally say. “And that’s not a lie.”

Johnny bites at his lower lip to suppress his smile from getting wider, the woman of his dreams finally so close to him like this, feeling like the luckiest man on earth, because well, he’s convinced he was.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes glazing over every single one of your features, nothing but love and affection in his shining orbs. Johnny’s ducking his head, resting his forehead against yours in the process, determined to plant a kiss on your lips and you’re closing your eyes as he’s doing so, wanting nothing more than to feel him closer.

When you feel his breath against your skin, heartbeat skyrocketing and mind hazy with the thought of him, you’re quick to let go of him when Youngho’s voice jolts you both. “Mommy! I need help with this question!”

You’re suddenly chuckling, the disappointment in Johnny’s face too amusing for you not to make fun of. “Maybe later,” you tease but you lean on your tip toes anyway to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, hoping it’ll make do for now before walking away from him to tend to your son.

Johnny finds you and Youngho side by side on the dining table with you assisting Youngho on a particular question for his homework, your eyes focused on him as he jots down what comes to his mind after your direction. Johnny leans on the doorframe, revelling in the sight in front of him, falling in awe that this was his very own family and to make things even better, a family with the love of his life, his first love, you.

“Good job baby,” you praise when Youngho finishes the final question, squishing his cheeks in between your palms and planting a kiss on his forehead.

Not only were you an amazing lover, you were the best mother too.

When you spot Johnny watching you interact with Youngho with a soft smile, you tilt your head to the side, silently questioning him for just standing there, he just gives you another heart-stopping smile before he’s shaking his head and finally moving from his spot to join you both on the table.

“What do you boys want to eat for dinner?” you ask when Johnny takes a seat beside Youngho, helping you put away his books into his backpack.

“Pizza!” Youngho cheers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you counter, knowing how much junk Youngho’s been having recently and plus it had been an agreement between you two that treats were saved for Fridays, a few more days to go until then.

“But mommy—“

“A healthier option maybe baby.”

Youngho pouts but when an idea pops up in his head, he’s suddenly turning to Johnny who’s just finished zipping his backpack when he places the last book inside. He’s tugging on Johnny’s sleeve, puppy eyes ogling up at him.

“Daddy,” he whispers.

When Johnny grasps what he’s trying to imply, he slowly trails his eyes over to you to which is met by a knowing gaze, already aware of what your son was trying to do.

“I think pizza sounds good!” Johnny suddenly announces and it makes you roll your eyes because these two were already scheming with one another, making it two against one.

So that’s how you find yourselves lounging in the living room with a box of pizza on thhe coffee table, Youngho’s favourite movie playing on the television after yet another successful persuasion from the two to allow him to watch on a school night. Youngho is wedged in between you and Johnny, a blanket big enough draped over your laps. Every now and again, Youngho would tug at Johnny’s sleeve when his favourite part would come up and it makes Johnny pay extra attention, asking Youngho in return why certain parts have become his favourite. And it doesn’t take long before Youngho’s snoozing, head falling towards your side. So when the movie ends and Johnny’s turned the television off, Johnny lifts Youngho in his arms as you watch him with a fond smile, thanking the heavens for blessing your life with such an endearing man whose affection for his son literally oozes in the way he looks at him.

When Johnny returns a few minutes later, he returns to his seat on the couch, only this time, he sits much closer to you, his shoulder touching with yours as you work to make sure he’s under the blanket just as much as you were. He’s reaching for your hand and when gets a hold of it, he interlocks his fingers with yours, his skin warm and soft. You lean your head on his shoulder, exhaling a breath of relief.

“Finally some time alone with you,” Johnny muses, turning his head slightly to kiss your head. He’s rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he rests his head on top of yours. “I missed this.”

“Me too,” you agree quietly. “Actually, I missed a lot of things.”

“Enlighten me.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Just.”

Johnny stays silent for a few seconds, merely gazing at the side of your face, smiling gently, literal hearts oozing out of his eyes. “I missed you the most,” he murmurs. “I missed your voice, I missed your hugs, I missed your kisses.”

You chuckle.

“Cheesy.”

“But true,” Johnny reiterates. He’s raising his free hand and it lands on your cheek as you lift your head off his shoulder so that you can look at him, “Remember the letter I wrote you?”

“Mhm.”

“I meant every single word, I still do,” Johnny’s staring into your eyes, gentle and warm orbs that you lose yourself into, a literal window to the depths of his soul; kind, compassionate, loving. “What’s better now is that I get to tell you whenever I want and need to.”

“And here I was crying over you denying what you said when you were drunk,” you say, turning away from him, the memory of that devastating time making you grimace.

Johnny laughs and it vibrates through his chest as he throws his head back. “It’s not funny,” you sulk. “That one hurt.”

“Babe, I lied to you because I thought you chose someone else over me,” Johnny points out when he settles down, catching his breath.

The hairs on your skin stand immediately at the nickname, the thought of it being directed at you making you feel all sorts of emotions inside. “Yeah and look where you assumptions brought you. If you would’ve just asked or let me finished talking—”

Johnny rests his forehead on the side of your head, “I know, I know. I’m sorry for being stubborn.” His hand leaves yours just so he can lift your legs so that it rests on top of his thighs, wanting you close as possible. You’re chuckling as you encircle your arms around his neck, resting the side of your head on his shoulder. “If it makes you feel better, I'm still as crazy about you as the first day I met you,” Johnny sighs, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Everything stills from then on, with you just taking in this moment with Johnny, so content and calm having him this close as his arms tighten themselves around your waist, his palms squeezing them every now and again. No matter how many years have passed, he was still the Johnny you remembered him to be and maybe even better now because he was here for you to hold. And he’s still as expressive as you remember him to be, always facing his emotions face front, no reluctance in confessing how he felt for you, especially with what he says next.

“I love you, y/n.”

It comes out in a low whisper, so delicate, words only for you.

Your home was finally home.

“What are you doing here?”

Your tone is questioning, eyebrow raised but there’s a bashful smile on your face when you see Johnny exit his car, his tie already loose around his neck when he reaches you by the gates of your preschool. He takes your bag from you and plants a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Picking up my girlfriend from work, what else?” Johnny replies casually and moves to open the passenger seat for you.

You’re trying so hard not to crumble, but the blush that’s creeping up on your cheeks is surely giving you away right now. So you duck your head to avoid Johnny's gaze and scurry to get into the car so that you can take a deep breath to calm yourself. It feels just like the time Johnny courted you during the earlier years of your youth.

“How was work today babe?” Johnny asks as he revs the engine of his car to life, eyes on the road after strapping your seatbelt for you and he doesn’t stop there because once you’re settled in your seat, he’s reaching for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and keeping it in place on his thigh.

You’re smiling as you train your eyes on the road ahead, afraid that if you glanced at the man who’s making your heart thump, you’d literally melt. “Okay, the usual, the kids are still as cute as ever.”

Johnny smiles and brings your palm up so that he can kiss the back of your hand. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“How about yours?” You ask, finally having the courage to look at him, even is side profile seeming too perfect in your eyes. “I thought you’d be at work all day today?”

You see Johnny shrugging his shoulders, “Might have taken an hour off to see you.”

Though it warms your heart, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Are you even allowed to do that?”

“Probably not,” Johnny points out and glances at you for a second, “But I couldn’t help it.”

You scoff fondly, “You are something else Johnny Suh.”

Johnny chuckles and gives your hand a squeeze. “Do we need to pick up Youngho?”

You shake your head, “No, Jaehyun is dropping him off my house later.”

Johnny grins, “Great. More alone time with you.”

“You’ve used up thirty minutes of your unofficial one hour off work babe, I think it’s best you drive back as soon as you drop me off,” you point out playfully.

“Say it again.”

“You need to drive back—”

“No. Not that. What you called me.”

You blink at him before you realise when you recount your words. “B-babe?”

And then you feel the car come to a complete stop when Johnny pulls up on the side of a random road. He’s turning to you, letting go of your hand and smiling at you widely, his eyes disappearing. “I missed you calling me that,” he confesses and before you know it, he’s holding either sides of your face and leaning inwards to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, his happiness transcending from his lips to yours.

You’d almost forgotten how expressive this man was and honestly, it seemed as if Johnny was here to remind you and you really didn’t mind at all.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to arrive at your house when Johnny begins to drive again, pulling the brakes just outside the gates of your home. He doesn’t want to go and you can tell by the way he tightens his hand around yours.

“Have a good evening at work,” you say, reaching across your seat to kiss his cheek which immediately makes him smile. “Please don’t give your employees a hard time, and also please stop slacking.”

Johnny’s chuckling, “For your information, I happen to be the best boss around.”

“Who also happens to disappear from work at random times of the day to do whatever he wants,” you rebuke, teasing him by pressing your index finger to his forehead.

“Hey hey hey,” Johnny defends, “This was crucial for me. I needed to see you so that I can focus on my work later. Call it a breather if you will.”

You’re rolling your eyes again but your grinning along with him, heart warm and giddy at the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “I’m not going to argue with you anymore because you’re going to be late.”

“I don’t mind, it’s okay.”

“Oh but I do,” you say, reaching across to kiss him on the cheek again, “Thanks for coming to see me, drive safe okay?”

Johnny puckers his lips and tugs at your hand when you’re just about to lean away, keeping your in place. “Another one,” he requests, puckering his lips out even more, “Here.”

You raise a brow at him, “Were you always this clingy?”

“I have every right to be after five years, babe. Cut me some slack.”

You laugh, the sound ringing in Johnny’s ears, falling for you all over again. You comply to his wishes, letting go of his hand to cup his face in your palms and landing a kiss on his lips, allowing them to linger on his for a while longer, feeling Johnny smiles against your lips before you’re eventually pulling away.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Johnny announces when you’re unbuckling your seatbelt. “Don’t miss me too much!”

“I’m taking it that you and Johnny worked things out?”

Ten and Jaehyun’s heads snap towards you at Taeyong’s mention of Johnny’s name.

“Really?!” Ten says excitedly as you hand him a fork for the pasta that Jaehyun is scooping out of the bowl.

You give Taeyong a weird look, wondering how he came to that conclusion without any explanation from your side, “What made you say that?”

“You look really happy,” he points out and it makes Ten and Jaehyun take a closer look at you, literally moving their faces closer to yours across the table to examine you.

Ten’s eyes widen, “That is true!”

You roll your eyes and push their faces away with the base of the palm of your hands, “I look like this all the time, thank you very much.”

Jaehyun shakes his head and resumes scooping out a portion of pasta for you, “I haven’t seen you this happy since university days.”

“It looks good on you, y/n,” Taeyong adds.

“Thank God,” Ten clucks his tongue. “I don’t know how much longer I could’ve endured seeing you so miserable.”

Your mouth forms an “o” and both of your brows raise at Ten who’s begun digging in his food, “What does that even mean? I didn’t look that miserable, did I?”

Taeyong shrugs, “Ten is just being dramatic.”

Jaehyun nods, “Yeah, don’t mind him.”

When you look at Ten again, he’s set his fork down on his plate and you assume he’s trying to mimic you when he pretends to cry, sniffing as he pouts his lips. “You looked like this almost every time I saw you since Johnny got back. I’m not lying and certainly,” he narrows his eyes at Taeyong who’s setting glasses down around the table, “not being dramatic.”

Jaehyun takes a seat, a smile playing on his lips, “If it makes you feel better, Johnny was just as miserable as you. If not, maybe even more.”

“Really?”

Taeyong nods and takes a seat beside Jaehyun, “Yeah. I’ve never seen him so sad before. He basically barged in Ten’s house that night and got drunk by himself. He was saying all these things about you to us.”

“And you know, Johnny hardly cries,” Ten adds. “But he cried that night with us.”

Memories of that night flood your thoughts and that’s when you're reminded how difficult things must have been for Johnny. All this time, he’s been tending to your wounds and helping you heal while it has only occurred to you now that he might actually be needing the exact same thing from you.

The doorbell rings then and Taeyong is quick to go and get the door while you’re in the midst of coming back to reality after having zoned out for a few seconds. Johnny emerges from the hallway and he waves at the guys before he’s walking towards you and openly wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close so he could press a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Yup, they’re definitely together again,” Ten states, pointing his fork at you two.

Taeyong and Jaehyun who’ve seen the scene unfold immediately take their eyes off you two, the feeling of being around the both of you reminding them of the old times. “Yup, definitely,” Taeyong mumbles and begins to eat.

As the four of them talk over dinner with your occasional nod and laugh here and there, you can’t help but be silent for the majority of the time, your earlier thoughts nagging at you in your head because the one thing you’re forgetting and have forgotten all this time is that Johnny is really good at masking, at hiding everything he needed to. As expressive as he was with how he felt, he was also the number one contender for hiding things he didn’t want to feel and you can’t help but feel hurt at the thought of him suffering too, silently, and by himself.

Johnny notices your unusual behaviour and gives your thigh a squeeze from time to time to let you know he’s there, not let you know he notices something is off with you, and though you give him a smile, you’re sure he’s not buying your silent reassurances. So when the guys leave some time after dinner ends, Johnny’s tugging at your arm, grabbing your attention from the dishes that you’re about to wash.

“A penny for your thoughts, hm?” he says softly, a small smile adorning the corners of his lips.

Johnny hasn’t let go of your arm and so you use your free one to pull him close, landing yourself in his chest, arms rising to wrap around his body. When you rest your head against his chest, you can hear his steady heartbeat, calming you in a way nothing else can. “Johnny, you know I'm always here for you, right?”

You feel his arms wrap around you in return, gently pulling you closer into his warmth. “Where is this coming from babe?”

“Just.. we’ve always been talking about me and everything that happened when you were gone,” you begin, lifting your head off his chest to look up at him. “But we never talk about you and how things have been for you during that time... I, I want to know.”

“This is what’s been bothering you?”

You nod.

Johnny takes his eyes off you momentarily, staring into nothing to conjure up an answer to your question and when he’s ready to answer, he redirects his eyes on yours, lips pressed into a thin line. “There isn’t much to tell you if I’m honest. Besides what I've written in that letter.. really nothing much else. All I remember is every day consisting of me missing you, of not really having any energy to do anything because nothing felt right at that point even when it was everything I wanted.. Just, it was hard, I guess?” Johnny pauses, thinking back to all the times he’s spent by himself sleeping off everything that weighed him down. “It was hard since I never really had anyone to talk to and I think I was coming from a position where I didn’t really want to leave in the first place. I guess I just never really came to terms with missing home in those five years.”

You sigh, imagining how difficult all those times must have been. You want him to talk more, to tell you more, possibly every little and big thing that happened in your absence. But you knew better because Johnny almost never talked about anything that upset him.

“And the only reason why I keep asking about you is because I’m sure you’ve had a tougher time raising our son on your own,” Johnny continues, his eyes warm and gentle. “I keep asking about you because I want to know how I can make up for it now.”

You can’t help but smile, Johnny’s ability to always put you first making you feel all sorts of love. “It’s different though, I had Youngho that made everything a little easier. Raising him has been nothing but a blessing. At least for me, I had him. With you...”

“Hey hey hey, stop that,” Johnny interrupts, leaning inwards to press his forehead against yours, eyes tender and lips curled upwards. “It doesn’t matter anymore okay? What matters now is that you and I are here, together, with Youngho. We have the rest of our lives to make up for everything we missed in those five years, okay?”

You nod slightly, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck, “Promise me one thing?”

“What is it, love?”

“Promise me you’d talk your heart out more to me.”

Johnny chuckles, “Geez, if I did, you’d be sick of hearing my cheesiness very quick.”

“Babe, I mean it.”

Johnny smiles and it make you smile too.

“I promise.”

Johnny places a soft kiss on your forehead and you close your eyes instantly to relish it all in, feeling a little too overwhelmed when you realise he really is finally here. You stay comfortable in your position, in his arms where you feel the safest, in the stillness and quietness of your house, just the two of you in the silence of your thoughts and the in the peace of your hearts. You feel Johnny squeeze you in his arms and your heart warms for a hundredth time for all the right reasons.

“Hey y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Come live with me.”

You should’ve known from the moment you opened your eyes first thing in the morning today when Johnny peppered your face with more kisses than usual, when he literally carried you off the bed and into the bathroom just so you could get ready for the day, when he literally could not stop grinning at you like some weirdo until the very moment he dropped you off at work, that he was up to something. With his hands covering both your eyes, body pressed gently behind you to lead you into the right directions, you’re beginning to grow impatient because even though you knew he was keeping something from you, he wouldn't budge and tell you what it was.

“Johnny— I swear, what is happening?”

“Shh, just trust me birthday girl.”

You huff and it makes Johnny chuckle behind you, your hands wrapped around his wrists for support. “I feel like I'm going to trip and fall on my face. Could you please just let me see where I'm going?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Johnny asks rhetorically. “And besides, don’t you trust me?”

You don’t bother to answer him, just letting him lead you further for another two minutes before you feel him come to a stop behind you. You exhale a breath, somehow your heart picking up its pace because from what you can remember, Johnny always loved to surprise you and with every single one that came after the previous, he had always outdone himself in ways you never thought he would. A small part inside of you is anticipating and the bigger part is excited, despite your actions showing otherwise.

“Okay babe, keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay?”

“Alright.”

You feel Johnny’s hands leave your eyes and you hear him scurry away from you, his steps echoing towards somewhere in front of you.

“Okay, open them!”

And you finally do.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!”

In front of you are the people you love the most, with party hats on their heads and streamers flying in all directions. You’re smiling as you scan the whole room, your eyes falling on Youngho first who’s in Johnny’s arms, Taeyong, Ten and Jaehyun in another corner and Mr and Mrs Suh in front of the small crowd, smiling at you fondly. The entire kitchen and dining area is decorated with banners and balloons, all catered to your liking with food spread out generously on the dining table and the kitchen counter. Everyone’s grinning at you and you’re not really sure what to say because out of all the possible things Johnny could have prepared for your special day, you certainly did not expect this.

“Oh my god, you guys!” you manage to croak out, your eyes brimming with tears with how overwhelmed you are because in this room, was everyone you loved so dearly.

From the corner of your eye, you see Johnny set Youngho down from his arms and making his way over to you. When he reaches you, you’re already bent down to meet him at eye level.

“Happy birthday mommy,” he greets with a toothy smile, proceeding to put a hat on your head.

“Thank you so much baby,” you murmur when he’s reaching for your face to give you a kiss. “Did you plan this with daddy?”

Youngho nods shyly and you shoot Johnny a glance behind him only to be met with a dreamy smile. It isn’t long before everyone’s digging in for food, the boys hugging you one by one to congratulate you on another year of existence, along with Mr and Mrs Suh who greet you nonstop and pulling you aside to talk about anything and everything, ecstatic at the news of you and Johnny getting back together.

“I’m so happy for the both of you!” Mrs Suh exclaims, pulling you in for what feels like a sixth hug. “This has been everything Johnny’s ever wanted, and really, all we’ve ever wanted!”

Mr Suh chuckles and taps his wife by the shoulder, “You can let her go now, she has other guests to entertain.”

Mrs Suh releases you immediately, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry honey, I got carried away! I’m just so happy.”

You smile in return, taking a moment to spot Johnny in the room behind you before directing your attention back to his parents, “I’m just as happy as you are. I really am.”

And you really meant it.

“How does it feel to be a year older?” Ten asks by the counter, munching on some barbecue.

“I feel the same?” you point out with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t feel much different!”

“Hey y/n,” Jaehyun butts in, a plate full of food in his palm, “Remember that time you asked me about dating someone so Youngho could have a playmate?”

Taeyong finds himself beside you, picking up a piece of watermelon with his fork, “Well now you have someone to make Youngho’s playmate with!”

Ten and Jaehyun are wiggling their eyebrows at you from across the counter while Taeyong jabs at your side with his finger. “Will we be expecting a baby number two before this years ends?” Ten teases further, a knowing look on his face.

“You guys,” you roll your eyes but smile anyway. “The answer is no.”

Out of the three, Ten is the quickest to glare, “Oh come on! Johnny is here! What are you waiting for?”

“Johnny is indeed here,” Johnny pipes up beside Ten who happens to be nearby to hear his name being mentioned. He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow, “What’s happening?”

Jaehyun smirks at you and you glare at him in warning. “Y/n over here wants a playmate for Young—”

Jaehyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence when you launch a balled up piece of tissue his way, hitting him square in his pretty face. But it didn’t seem to matter because Johnny appears to have caught on, a mischievous glint now coating his eyes.

“Is this an invitation, babe?” Johnny teases, raising his brows up and down at you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “You boys are unbelievable.”

Some time in the evening, when all the guests have left, including Youngho who insists on staying with is grandparents for the night, you head upstairs to wash up and take a long shower after much convincing from Johnny who insists he’s okay with finishing up the cleaning. But as soon as you finish with your nightly routine, Johnny is calling you from downstairs.

“I told you I should’ve stayed and helped—”

Your eyes widen at what your eyes come across as soon as you enter the kitchen. The lights have been dimmed and in the centre of the room, is a table for two people, clad in red velvet cloth and candles, plates for two on opposite sides and wine glasses to accompany each one, music playing quietly in the background. There’s rose petals scattered around where the table is situated and then your eyes catch him, Johnny, standing right beside the table, a single red rose in his hand, smiling at you gently.

“Happy birthday my love,” he says before he’s walking over to you and handing you the rose in exchange for your hand so that he can lead you to your seat.

Johnny has definitely outdone himself again tonight.

“Another surprise?” you say weakly, another wave of emotions gushing at you. “I’m not quite dressed for the event,” you chuckle and look down at Johnny’s white t-shirt that you grabbed out of nowhere earlier paired with shorts.

Johnny chuckles and pulls out your chair for you to sit, pushing it back in slightly when you do, “Not to worry. You always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

When you take a closer look, you realise Johnny’s served his famous steak and you watch as he takes his own seat, proceeding to pour red wine for the both of you. When he finishes, you raise your glasses up, sharing a toast in celebration of another year of your life. You fall into mindless conversations about the day as you both eat, asking him about everything that went on behind the scenes for today to happen and as he speaks, you realise just how much this man must really love you for him to go through such lengths to make you feel extra loved on a day you never really celebrated anymore.

From across the table and beyond the candles, Johnny gives you a knowing look that suggests something you didn’t think you’d be doing tonight when your favourite song plays distantly in the background. You watch him carefully with an incredulous smile as he rises from his seat in a prince-like manner. He reaches your seat then and offers a hand.

“May i please have the pleasure of being your first dance tonight?” he asks politely, body slightly bowing towards you. You laugh involuntarily and raise a brow playfully, “come on babe, for old time’s sake.”

The shining of his eyes encourage you to accept his request and you do so by placing your hand in his outstretched one. “Certainly, Mr Suh.”

Johnny finds both of his hands on either side of your waist while yours sit comfortably on his chest. You both sway side to side and waves of nostalgia come flooding back to you, remembering the last time you had the opportunity to spontaneously dance with him like this was in the confinement of your cozy home was five years ago.

“I really missed this,” Johnny says, bringing you back to reality while staring down at you. You look up to meet his eyes and the familiar sense of longing for the very first person you’ve ever loved comes back.

“I did too,” you whisper faintly. A smile grazes his lips, gently squeezing at you by the hips. “Johnny is it okay if I—“

“Always love, you don’t even have to ask,” he cuts you off. You lean your head on Johnny’s chest, a habit you always showed back then when you found yourself swaying with him to songs you both loved. The familiarity of the situation and how it feels to be this close to him makes you silently wish time would stand still, at least just for tonight.

Johnny pulls a palm higher up your back and begins to rub it in a soothing manner, both of you soaking it all in. He presses a kiss on your temple and you can’t help but notice a subtle change in the pace of his heartbeat as it picks up its pace, a complete contrast to how calm he is on the outside.

But then you understand why.

“Hey y/n.”

And then you start to feel your heartbeat pick up too because if anything, when Johnny began with those two words along with his gentle voice, it always seemed to change your life forever afterwards.

“Mhm?”

“Marry me.”

You immediately lift your head off his chest, your eyes widening up at him, fearing you might have heard wrong. But you know you didn’t because he’s staring down at you with eyes full of... love.

“Johnny—”

“I don’t have a ring yet.. but the moment felt too right for me not to ask you,” Johnny explains, a nervous smile now appearing on his lips. “But I have been meaning to ask you, for the longest time now, it’s just I never knew when but tonight—”

“Yes.”

Johnny’s eyes widen this time. “W-what?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes I’ll marry you.”

Johnny’s eyes soften as yours brim with tears. “Really?”

You nod as he smiles, “Yes really.”

Johnny’s hands leave your body, palms now caressing your face, his touch warm and gentle and his lips on yours even more gentler. Johnny held you like you were the most delicate thing he’s ever touched and at that moment, for the first time you knew, he was the only man you’d ever want to spend the rest of your life with.

Lacuna. A missing or blank piece.

All this time, Johnny had been yours.

And this time, he was here to fill all of it.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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Hello! Can I get an S/O that’s tall (not like super tall but like 5’9, 5’8, maybe even taller) and she’s really insecure of her height with Tsukishima, Atsumu and Kuroo. It can go into NSFW

Hi! 🥰 You may! I’m 5’4 but one of my best friends in high school was 5’11 and she was always insecure about her height even though she was stunning so this felt relatable and I want every tall girl to read this!!. Let’s just say reader is 5’10” to be safe. Why not!

Also, I only wrote for Atsumu and Kuroo here because the writings are relatively long and I want to get to all suggestions. If you still want a Tsukki version in the future just request again okay? xo

Atsumu | Kuroo x Reader Who is Insecure about being Tall

Atsumu

After a long chase and his relentless pining you had finally agreed to be this boy’s girlfriend last week

The first thing he wanted to do was show you off

The two of you were getting ready for Atsumu’s College Formal Athletic Banquet, where his volleyball team were the guests of honour

As it usually goes in relationships, the blonde boy was ready way before you

but it wasn’t like you two were late so he wasn’t complaining

He also wasn’t complaining because that meant he could watch you put on your finishing touches

As much as he loved when you were makeup-less and natural more, there was something sexy about the way you applied your lipstick and the way you ran your hands along your long torso to straighten the dress you had on to your hearts content

He was leaning against his bedroom door frame silently gawking at your beauty

He admired your long legs that peaked out under the double slits of your dress because they looked like like they went on for days

In his head, he thanked every God and Deity out there for making him the lucky son of gun who gets to call you his date

Man, the guys are going to be so jealous, he thinks as you sit down, stretching your legs out in front of you to apply lotion on your legs individually

Mesmerized, Atsumu licks his lips. get your bf girl he’s about to pounce

He kinda wished your dress was shorter like the drool-over-me dress you wore when he first saw you at the club with your friends

That night you were the tallest girl in the club which meant you commanded all of the attention on the dance floor. Atsumu can recall perfectly how thirsty he felt which had nothing to do with the fact that he hadn’t visited the bar yet watching you—this beautiful, tall Goddess of a woman confidently striding past her admirers too low to even get your attention.

He told his friends that they better not dare hit on you and when they protested he shot them a menacing glare so intense they immediately stfu

Back in the present, he also wished your dress was shorter so that your God-Tier legs weren’t playing a sultry peek-a-boo game with him all night that he was sure to lose

You’re tempting him

But on second thought, he remembered how other guys looked at your legs that night at the club and thought otherwise

Atsumu’s eyes recovered from their glaze over as you stand back up and fix your hair one last time before you spot him in the mirror and smirk.

“I’m ready.” You say simply.

Atsumu cleared his throat and pushed himself up into a standing position, ready to compliment you until your face turned red.

“You look—wait you’re not ready. What about your shoes?”

You peered down at your feet in simple nude flats. You sighed.

“Atsumu......I changed my mind.”

Atsumu raised an eyebrow at you disapprovingly.

“Y/N.”

He asked you if you wanted him to call your best friend Mariah, who always forced you to wear heels. She did this at the club the night you met your incredible boyfriend and has held it over you ever since.

Atsumu walked to the corner of his room where you had set down the box of gorgeous high heels that you were planning on wearing tonight if your insecurities didn’t get the better of you.

Looking like a prince, he walked back over to you with an intense expression. You couldn’t look away from his eyes. He backed you up until the back of your thighs hit his chair and you sat down.

Your boyfriend stared down at you.

Still maintaining eye contact, he slowly took a knee in front of you in his expensive suit to run a hand down your long legs

“If my coach wasn’t making us go to this thing tonight, I would have you screaming my name right now with these fucking remarkable legs wrapped around my ears, baby girl.” He took off your flats gently and replaced them with your heels.

Is this Cinderella or whattt? How could he be so romantic and so utterly seductive at the same time?! Your breath shortened at his words

“I’m still debating it.” Atsumu stated before groaning as he caressed your perfect legs in the new shoes. “Do not rob me of the rare opportunity to see them look even better in heels.”

You shivered at the chilling undertone in his deep voice. It was the same voice he used when he was inside you, talking you through your release. He spoke again.

“If you do, there will be consequences.”

Kuroo

“You were bullied.... for being tall?”

Asked your boyfriend Kuroo for the third time since this conversation about your biggest insecurity had started.

The two of you were lounging in the pool in your backyard. He was in the water, his chiseled arms folded in front of him as he propped his upper body on the edge of the pool. You sat your bum on the edge beside him, only allowing your feet a dip in the water.

You nodded for the billionth time

The boy looked perplexed

“But, you’re so beautiful...? And I thought it was a good thing to be tall.”

He was always praised for it his whole life so he took a lot of pride in being shy of 6’2.

You calmly explained to him that anyone can get bullied and you definitely didn’t look this way before puberty. That you stood out like a sore thumb, all the boys avoided you -and that it’s a good thing to be tall when you’re a male. That the trend was always how cute “fun sized” girls were and not how cute your 5’10” frame was. You explained to him that it was the same way girls dismissed short guys and fawned over the ones that looked like him.

“I see.” Your freakishly good looking boyfriend pushed his wet bangs back and out of his face. “I guess I never really thought a girls attraction was dependent on her height. I mean, you do know that guys only like the fun sized girl because it made them feel better about themselves, in terms of feeling able to protect the girl and stuff. It had everything to do with how it makes the guy feel, not how valuable the girl was.”

You nod slowly because you never thought of it like that. Still, you were not sold on why you should drop your insecurities when they were very relevant

“And.... Kenma is considered pretty short, right?” He shrugged, thinking about his best friend. “Girls confessed to him just as much as they did to me, if not more...”

You tried to find a good comeback to that but you couldn’t.

“You look like a freaking Victoria’s Secret Model, Y/N. You wouldn’t if you were short. When you wear lingerie for me or this bikini.......” His eyes visibly darkened as he drank in your body. “To be fair you look better than any model. By far.” Halting himself from checking you out he lifted his eyes back up to yours before he started humping the pool wall. “All guys liked Victoria’s Secret models at that age when you were being bullied, and if any of them were to say that they wouldn’t sell their right arm and jump at the opportunity to date one of them, no matter how tall the model was, then they were fucking lying. We actually really love tall girls they’re just intimidating. Boys talk but everyone was probably just jealous of you. I mean, you’re my girlfriend and I still feel like bowing every time you walk into a room, you just command attention. I can kiss you without leaning down much which is the bessst, and our bodies match up flawlessly in bed. I love it. Height is power, babe. If you were with another guy and I saw you I would be sooooooooo salty because how did he get the confidence to approach someone that looks like you??? That’s why I had to ask for your number when we met. I would be kicking myself if I didn’t. Not only are tall girls hot and you could be a Victoria’s Secret model, but YOU are a dream come true for me.”

You shut your mouth completely. Your boyfriend always knew how to make you feel better and he didn’t even know it.

“Thanks, babe.... I love you.” You smiled at him suggestively and lifted your sunglasses to rest on top of your head. You pulled your legs out of the water and swung them to the side in order to stand up and walk over to the beach chair.

Kuroo couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched you literally look like a front-page super model in real-time. Your legs were so long and sexy. He wanted to leave hickeys on every inch of them.

“Hey, speaking of Victoria’s Secret... that reminds me.... I have a few more sets I’ve been dying to show you.”

You wrapped a towel around your body and looked back over at your boyfriend whose eyes were so dark it made you slightly dizzy.

“You always know how to make me feel better..” You cooed at him, pretending his gaze wasn’t making you wet. “Let me return the favour.” You daringly turned your back to him and tugged on the two strings that unravelled your bikini top.

Kuroo gulped.

Before you walked back inside your house, you carefully lobbed the bikini top over to your boyfriend who caught it in the air with perfect athleticism.

Frozen with lust, Kuroo stared at your retreating figure. You were so tall which he was sooo happy for because that meant you had more skin to worship for hours on end. He craved you.

“Fuck me, Y/N.” Your now horny boyfriend cursed as he thought about what you looked like under that towel, dressed only in a thong bikini bottom. “You are so gonna get it.”

#atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu requests #haikyuu boys #haikyuu sexy #haikyuu x tall reader #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcannons

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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Fell in Love on Christmas Night

🎄Day 12 of 12 Days of PJO Christmas🎄

“Plus,” he started, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I really don’t like your last name.”

Annabeth choked on her saliva. “What” she coughed, “the hell?”

PSA: These drabbles are canon-compliant till HoO and just acknowledge the existence of Estelle. Also technology use is a thing.

Read on AO3

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“You know,” Annabeth started, looking out at the open ocean next to her as she spoke, “I never thought that our Christmas breaks would end up being alternated between spending it with your family and spending it with mine.” This year they were spending it with Annabeth’s family in California. They had booked a beachside resort for the week and had just finished Christmas dinner with both families before deciding to take a walk down the beach. The sun was slowly setting, casting a warm orange glow over everything. They had left without their shoes, so Annabeth relished in the strange feeling of the sand between her toes.

Percy hummed next to her, tightening his hold on her hand. “There’s a lot of things that I never thought would happen,” he answered, taking a brief glance at her. Annabeth just smiled, pressing the side of her head up against his shoulder as they continued walking down the beach, the sand pressing up between her toes.

“For example,” Percy spoke up again, “me spending Christmas in a place where it’s too warm for it to be Christmas.” Annabeth snorted, trying to control her laughter. It was something that Percy had been saying for years — California was too warm for Percy to believe it was actually Christmas.

“What, the lights, decorations, Santas, and Christmas trees everywhere you look don’t do it for you?”

“Nah, it has to be freezing in order for it to properly sink in.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she answered, tugging him closer to the ocean and promptly shoving him in. She knew it would have practically no effect on him because “son of the ocean god” and everything, but it was still funny to watch him momentarily panic.

“Annabeth!” he protested, quickly wading out of the water. He came out absolutely dry, and so he really shouldn’t be mad, but he had a scowl on his face that Annabeth couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Why are you so bothered about it?” she laughed. “It’s not like you got wet.”

His expression changed to something akin to nervousness for a split second before the scowl returned.

“If you weren’t wearing such a nice dress, I would’ve dragged you in here with me.”

“For another underwater kiss?” she teased. He barked out a laugh in surprise, clearly not expecting her to take that route. Percy probably expected her to threaten him over her dress because he was right, it was a really nice dress. It was a blue halter neck dress with white flower patterns that fell down to her knees with a net extension on the back that trailed towards her ankles. Percy was wearing denim jeans that he had rolled up a few inches with a white button up shirt.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Percy agreed, moving out of the range of the waves and took a hold of her hand again.

They stayed quiet for a while longer, just basking in each other’s presence when Percy spoke up.

“Annabeth?”

“Yes?” she asked, her eyes trained on the sun as it slowly started disappearing under the ocean.

“Do you think we’ll be forever?”

Annabeth came to a stop, looking at her boyfriend incredulously. At her sudden stop, Percy stopped and turned to look at her. He was nervous, and he was looking down at the ground. Their hands were still intertwined, and Annabeth used their hands to pull him closer to her before tilting his chin up so she could look into the eyes that stole her breath away since the very first time she looked into them fourteen years ago.

“Of course we’ll be forever. You’ve literally raised the standard for me so high that even if there was some reason — which there isn’t — that we broke up, no one could even compare to you. You literally walked through hell for me! Who else would do that?”

It was rare for Annabeth to be so open and straightforward when it came to her emotions, but Percy’s question baffled her so much that she didn’t even think before she spoke. It must’ve worked though, because his sea-green eyes were twinkling in the dimming sunlight, and there was a small smile playing at his lips.

“I also gave up immortality for you,” he answered. Annabeth scoffed.

“So did I.”

“Just so you know, you raised my standards impossibly high too.”

“Good,” she answered, stepping into his embrace. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” she mumbled into his chest. She felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

“I love you too, Wise Girl.”

After giving him a tight squeeze, she pulled away from him just enough to look at his face. “Now, you want to tell me what brought that up? We’ve been dating for ten years. If I wanted to break up with you, I would’ve done it before I spent the last ten years of my life with the same guy,” Annabeth asked, raising her eyebrow.

“So, you know how I didn’t give you your present yet?”

She nodded. Earlier this morning, the families had gotten together in the living room to exchange presents, but Percy had said that he would prefer to give her his present alone. No one said anything to dispute it, so she figured that it was just something sentimental that he didn’t want to show off in front of everyone.

He licked his lips and took a deep breath before speaking. “You came into my life at a time where I didn’t know who I was and what I was doing anymore, and you were like the first ray of light as a sun rose for me. You showed me what I was supposed to become and helped me every step of the way. You’re quite literally my anchor to this world, and I can’t imagine a forever without you.”

Percy stopped speaking for a moment, and Annabeth felt as though she couldn’t breathe. Her heart was pounding, and one of her hands came up to cover her mouth as the other went to lie above her heart. Everything around her froze, and everything boiled down to her and Percy. She had a feeling she knew where he was going with this, but she still couldn’t believe it entirely. He stepped away from her and smiled at her.

“Plus,” he started, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I really don’t like your last name.”

Annabeth choked on her saliva. “What” she coughed, “the hell?” Percy let out a bright laugh before sinking down to one knee as he reached into his pocket to open up a small red velvet box to reveal a ring inside. It was a thin silver band with a bright blue sapphire in the center surrounded by four smaller diamonds. It was absolutely beautiful, and Annabeth felt her heart swelling.

“Jackson is a much better last name for you,” he grinned. “Annabeth Chase, will you marry me?”

Annabeth choked out a laugh. She couldn’t believe that he had turned such an emotional moment into a weird joke, but it was just so them.

“Yes, you dumbass.” He slipped the ring on her finger before standing up, and she launched herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and kissing him, but their smiles were too wide for it to be a proper kiss. They eventually pulled away from each other, grinning.

“Just so you know, if I am going to change my name, it’s going to be hyphenated, Jackson.”

“Whatever you want, Chase.”

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Merry Christmas! A lot of the drabble for today was directly inspired by the gif~

Title from Ariana Grande’s Santa Baby!

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7 || Day 8 || Day 9 || Day 10 || Day 11

#pjo fic #pjo #proposal fic #percabeth #percabeth fic #percy jackson #annabeth #12 days of pjo christmas #christmas #fluff

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duhragonball · 3 years

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So the only two Terminator movies I hadn’t seen were Salvation and Dark Fate, which was why I bought this box set. I was looking forward to T4, but wasn’t very impressed with it. T6, on the other hand, yeah it’s pretty damn good. But, like T4 and T5, this was also meant to be the first part of a reboot trilogy, and just like T4 and T5, it didn’t perform well enough at the box office to make that plan a reality.

I don’t know what the future for this series holds. The Wikipedia article for Dark Fate talks about plans to make a Terminator anime on Netflix, which sounds pretty stupid to me, but I thought that Sarah Connor Chronicles show was a bad idea, and I seem to recall it did okay. People seem to think there’s money to be made off this franchise, but it feels like each new attempt ends in failure, sort of like how Skynet keeps trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

Just to recap...

T1: Kyle Reese travels back in time to protect Sarah Connor from a Terminator, so that her yet-to-be-born son can lead humanity to victory in the Future War. Ironically, Kyle turns out to be the father of Sarah’s baby.

T2: Skynet sends another Terminator to kill John Connor, but the Future John sends a reprogrammed Terminator to protect him. Meanwhile, Sarah Connor is determined to prevent Skynet’s creation.

T3: John Connor thinks the Future War has been prevented, but he can’t quite believe it. After surviving another Terminator attack, John realizes that Skynet’s rise to power is inevitable, and he reluctantly accepts his fate as the leader of the human resistance.

T4: Fifteen years after Judgment Day, John Connor has to save Kyle Reese from a Skynet plot to wipe out the Resistance.

T5: Repeated time trips and assassination attempts have left the timeline from 1984 to 2029 unrecognizable. Skynet captures John Connor in the future and converts him into a T-3000. This new John is tasked with facilitating the rise of Skynet in 2017, but he is defeated by Sarah Connor, Kyle Reese, and a T-800 sent from the future by an unknown benefactor.

There’s a lot of details that prevent these movies from fitting together into a single storyline, but the broad themes still make for a good meta-narrative. The first movie introduces Sarah and the central conflict, the second movie introduces John and provides an origin for Skynet. The third movie depicts the worldwide nuclear strike that marks the beginning of the Future War. The fourth movie shows us the middle of the Future War. Finally, the fifth movie depicts the end of the war and the part where Kyle goes back in time to start the cycle again. Circumstances change from one movie to the next, but you can chalk these up as the result of all the various time travelers. I mean, a lot of people get killed in these movies, and they sort of act like it doesn’t matter much in the long run, but it could add up in a hurry.

Knowing all of this about the first five movies, I was really curious to see what the sixth one would even be about, especially with Linda Hamilton returning as an older Sarah Connor. She was dead in T3 and 4, and T5 recast the role and overhauled the character. Of course, T6 just sort of pretends those three movies never happened, but even so, what else is there to do with Sarah?

Well, Dark Fate opens with John Connor getting shot in 1998. In this movie, the effort to prevent Judgment Day in T2 was successful, but Skynet had sent multiple Terminators throughout the 1990s to hunt down John, and they kept looking for him even after Skynet itself ceased to exist.

It’s a ballsy move, but it’s almost inevitable. They literally did every other thing there was to do with this story. It’s not even the first time John has died to a Terminator. The T-850 in T3 did the honors in 2032, albeit off-screen. In T5, Skynet decided that it had to team up with John in order to win, so it turned him into a Terminator. I’m not sure if he was killed in that movie or not, but it might as well have been his death. But those were future versions of John, and Skynet’s goal was always to kill him before he could defeat it, not after. And so, T6 decided the only road left was to let the coyote catch the road runner.

So John’s dead and Skynet’s gone, so now what? Well it turns out there’s another dark future down the road, and this whole formula plays out again. This time, the bad guy is a “Rev-9″ Terminator, sent to kill Dani Ramos. But the Rev-9 isn’t working for Skynet, it’s working for Legion, which is just another AI that became self-aware, took control of the world’s defenses, etc.

Ramos’ protector from the future is a human “augment” named Grace Harper. She looks cool and kicks ass but she’ll run out of gas if she doesn’t take her augment medicine. Also, she isn’t powerful enough to beat the Rev-9. Luckily, Sarah Connor steps in and offers to help, because she’s been hunting Terminators ever since John’s death, and because she knows what it’s like to be in Dani’s shoes.

Over the years, Sarah’s been getting tips on where new Terminators will show up from a secret informant, and Grace’s orders are to proceed to a particular location if things go poorly, and it turns out that’s the same place where Sarah’s been getting her tips from. They go there and find an old T-800 named Carl. Carl’s the one who killed John in 1998, and afterward he had no purpose and no further instructions to follow. He eventually studied human behavior and developed the AI equivalent of a conscience, then married a human wife and helped her raise her young son.

Sarah still holds a grudge, but they need Carl’s help to survive, so they all join forces to have a big showdown with the Rev-9. Grace and Carl sacrifice themselves to help Dani win, and the movie ends with Sarah promising to help Dani prepare for the future that’s to come.

At first, Sarah assumed that Dani would be the mother of the eventual leader of the resistance against Legion, just as John was fated to lead the resistance against Skynet. But eventually it comes to light that Dani herself will be the leader who saves the world, and Sarah realizes that she’s the new John. I guess that’s Sarah’s character arc for this movie. She loses her own son, spends the next 22 years without a purpose, and then she discovers a new purpose. It also allows Carl to redeem himself for John’s murder. Now that he’s grown a soul, he can choose to die for Dani instead of killing for a Skynet that no longer exists. Grace’s arc is probably weaker than the others, but she initially saw the Rev-9 as a threat that could only be avoided and not defeated, but in the end she stood and fought, so I guess that’s good enough.

More importantly to me, though, is that T6 serves as an answer to the previous film. Skynet was obsessed with John Connor, like he was the only thing that allowed humanity to defeat it. So in T5, Skynet decided that if it could just convert John to its side, it would be unbeatable. That always struck me as silly, because without John Connor, someone else would have stepped in to fill the void. And T6 demonstrates this by introducing Dani. Legion and Skynet might as well be the same idea, but even without John Connor, there’s another human leader who can rise to the occasion. And if something happened to Dani, someone else would step up, and so on.

Skynet thought it could win the war by defeating John, but it’s reasoning was flawed: it had to defeat what John represents, and there isn’t a Terminator powerful enough to do that. As long as it kept pursuing the man, it would never succeed. It would have to kill every human to achieve the victory it craves, but it couldn’t seem to make that work either.

So with that conclusion reached, I really don’t see where else this franchise can go. They could do a movie about Sarah and Dani fighting more Terminators, but that would just be a retread of the previous movies. And the outcome is already understood to be pointless. Either Dani will prevent Legion’s creation in the present-day, or she’ll tough it out and win the Future War in the 2040′s. We know that’s inevitable, or Legion wouldn’t have sent a Terminator back in time in the first place.

This reminds me a lot of my initial thoughts after seeing Genisys in 2015. It seemed like Skynet was getting increasingly desperate to find away to avoid losing the war. It couldn’t beat the humans on the ground, and time travel never seemed to help, and hijacking John Connor didn’t help either. Now we see that killing John would make no difference either. So it seems like the only option left would be for “The Machines” to sue for peace, or accept defeat. I’m not sure that would make for a very good movie.

That might be the only major flaw I see in T6. The action’s great, and I never got bored watching it, and the story is compelling, and it’s a great sendoff for Arnold Schwarzenegger if he ever stops coming back for more of these movies. But it’s also kind of redundant. This movie just reinforces lessons already learned in previous movies.

I really hope this is the last one. I suspect that a lot of the themes that made T1 and T2 so successful have been superseded by other franchises. You can get a lot of the same gonzo action sequences out of an Iron Man or Captain America movie, and the threat of “technology gone too far” isn’t exactly novel anymore. There was a scene in T6 where Dani’s brother lost his job to a robot, and that seemed downright quaint. They were doing stories about that in the 80s. T6 does some thought-provoking stuff with the Border Patrol and their detention facilities, but I’m not sure we need a Terminator movie to cover that ground. I’m not saying the Terminator movies aren’t allowed to get into social justice topics. It’s been doing that for decades. But it’s hardly unique in that respect. By now, the question James Cameron and the others need to be asking is “What problem would a new Terminator movie solve?” It’s not going to be a financial success, and critics probably won’t like it. So what are we going for here? I’m not sure there’s been a good answer in a long time.

#mike watches the terminator

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Hello! Since your askbox is open, is it alright that ask for a request? If so, can you please write a scenario detailing the birth of Todoroki and his s/o’s first child? Maybe he is out on patrol when he hears that his s/o is about to give birth and has his friends rush him there? I’ve been having a bad week, so please inject me with fluff and good feels. Thank you!

anon, love, I hope this helps you feel better! I’m sorry I wasn’t able to upload this the day you submitted. I know I don’t know you, or you know me, but if you want to talk about this bad week please feel free to dm me!!! sending my love

todoroki shouto x first time pregnant!reader

warning: pure fluff!!!

Part Two Part Three Part Four

Pregnancy can be a beautiful thing, and in this case, it typically was.

The day you had found out you were pregnant you could not stop crying, immediately calling Shouto, your loving husband of two years, to bear the good news. While giving you an initial scare by immediately hanging up on you when spilling the news, you were relieved to find him next to you in five minutes with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and misty eyes.

You could still remember holding him tightly as you two hugged as tears fell down your face as you whispered to Shouto that it was real and that he was going to make an amazing parent.

That was exactly thirty-nine weeks ago, and now being an entire week overdue with the same raging pregancy hormones, you wanted this baby out of you!

You were a Pro-Hero before this baby, and you planned on staying a Pro-Hero once the sucker was born. Through a lot of pressure from family, friends, and mostly Shouto, you had agreed to spend the your pregnancy with your alumni U.A. and teach Hero Basics even though you would not be participating in any actual lessons as soon as you couldn’t see your toes anymore.

So there you sat at home, your swollen feet elevated on pillows as a heated blanket lay over your simultaneous cold and hot body, dumb hormones were making you crazy. You were overdue, and you were ready to quite literally kick this baby out of you. Were you excited to be a mother, definitely, but this child seemed to be tap dancing on your bladder like it was life or death.

“Relax, tenshi,” You whispered to your baby, rubbing your swollen belly as you grimaced as a terrible heat flash went throughout your body, “Are you seriously craving donuts right now? We just had an early dinner!” You gasped as images of the sugary sweet dessert flashed through your mind making your mouth water.

“Okay, you convinced me!” You laugh, it took you a while, but soon you managed to squirm off the couch and onto your feet only after two minutes. “That’s a new record, I should tell Shouto…”

How you used to be an S-Rank Pro-Hero you had no idea because now you couldn’t even put on shoes without assistance. “Mama is gonna cry when she has to get back into shape. You made me so fat!” You coo softly to yourself as you waddled over to your purse and grabbed it.

Checking yourself in the mirror, you groaned. Your face was so round that it officially beat Uraraka’s for roundest face in the old class 1-A. You wore a maxi sundress even though it was still February because nothing else fits! Well, sweaty old XXL shirts did but it just was not acceptable in public! Slipping on your sandals, you yelled goodbye to no one in the house and waddled out to buy some donuts.

You eventually made it to the donut shop with drool just about coming down your mouth as you entered the store.

“Ah, Todoroki-sama, I was wondering if you were going to be coming in at all today!” The owner greeted you with a bow as you laughed easily.

“My little Tenshi got his little donut cravings really late tonight, Takashima-sama you wound me, your best customer would never disappoint!” You teased back, your face contorted into a grimace as you clutched your swollen belly, waddling closer to the counter with your wallet ready.

“This one is on the house,” The store owner Takashima said, sliding over a box of half a dozen maple bars.

You teared up, accepting the box while sobbing, and left a generous tip as you went to sit down. Calming down slowly, you groaned as you placed the box down and froze.

Why was your leg wet?

You looked down, hands waving with heightened anxiety and shrieked, “ TAKASHIMA-SAMA, MY WATER BROKE!”

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Twenty minutes away via car stood Todoroki Shouto walking down the crowded streets of Tokyo with Midoriya and Iida. The three of them had finished working together for a promo radio interview and were now patrolling near their agencies.

“You know, I’ve really come to miss y/l/n-chan walking around with us,” Iida confessed as he waved to a young fan who was pointing him out to his mother.

“It’s Todoroki, Iida-kun,” Midoriya reminds Iida for the millionth time, but knows that no amount of reminding will ever get Iida to not call you by your maiden name.

“Y/n will be back soon after of course, she feels ready to return to the field,” Shouto says silently agreeing with the fact that he missed having his wife with him while working, it had to be the worst thing about you getting pregnant by far.

“Is she not overdue for the baby, as well? Don’t most pregnancies last only thirty-eight weeks?” Iida questioned as they stopped to take pictures with an obvious American fan.

“Y/n’s ob-gyn doctor said we shouldn’t worry, but that if by the end of the week if y/n hasn’t given birth naturally, she’ll need a c-section,” Shouto explained as he pulled out his phone feeling it buzzing. He saw your contact picture, a celebratory picture of you after finishing a rather intense hiking trail during your honeymoon. “It’s y/n.”

The two of them nod their head as they watched Shouto pick the phone to his ear as he turned around to give himself some privacy. Shouto spoke once, nodded three times and hung up after giving his love.

“Well, y/n is in labor, and I need to get going,” Shouto says eerily calm, his arms stiff by his side, and Midoriya just about jumps out of his skin.

“SHE’S IN LABOR?! OH MY GOD, I’M NOT READY!!”

“Do not panic, Midoriya-kun, it is Todoroki who is going to be the father, not you.” Iida reminds Midoriya who is looking in every direction trying to figure out a game plan for getting to the hospital.

“I KNOW THAT! BUT I–” Midoriya stops and looks over at Shouto who is visibly panicking. “Todoroki-kun, are you okay?”

“There are no more trains back to Musutafu until 21:00,” Todoroki says carefully and to their horror, it’s only 18:30. “Even if we take a car, we could be late.”

“No!” Iida and Midoriya yell.

“I’ll get you there on time!” Midoriya affirms turning his back to Shouto. “Get on!”

With a crackle of lighting, and the shout of “RECIPRO BURST” the three Pro-Heroes were gone without a trace.

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“It hurts!” You scream in pain as contraction after contraction plummets through you, obviously, your baby had no care in the world that 1. mama was in a hell lot of pain and 2. papa wasn’t here yet so you weren’t going to let him leave your womb.

“Todoroki-sama, you need to push! You’re going to get yourself or the baby hurt!” Your doctor yells obviously worried as you clenched your legs tightly together.

“I’m not having this baby without S-Shoucchan here!” You cry as the pain is quickly becoming unbearable.

“Y/n, I’m here!” A very frazzled looking Shouto walks through the delivery room, his body clothed in medical scrubs his face showing his fear and love. You giggle a bit like a lunatic seeing a few leaves stuck in his hair finding it amusing despite the pain.

“Midoriya and Iida brought y-yOU!?” You screamed again as your body is now fighting you on letting your baby come out.

You look up and see Shouto now at your bedside, his hand clutching yours as the doctor commands a few nurses to get things ready. “I was scared I was going to miss this…” Shouto admits as you clench his hand in yours as another painful contraction sears your body.

“You’re not missing anything!” You can’t help but snap as you throw your head back, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. “Get this baby oUT OF ME!” You shriek at the doctor who has now positioned your legs for delivery.

“Alright, Todoroki-sama, I need you to push for ten seconds, okay?”

“OKAY!!”

And Shouto watched as his wife only tightened her death grip on his hands, curses leaving her lips left and right as she pushed with all her might. He stared over at the doctor who he knew was screaming at his stubborn wife to follow his commands, but he could hear nothing besides the roar of his heartbeat in his ears.

Shouto can’t stop himself from leaning over and pressing a kiss on your sweating forehead as you scream louder to get the baby out of you. Then, Shouto can hear a soft cry. His eyes widen as he watches the pink, white, and bloody baby being held by the doctor and all he can hear is the baby’s cries and the exhausted pants from you.

He looks down to find you slumping in the bed, your hair a complete mess, sweat drenching your body, and tears falling down your face.

“Shoucchan,” You murmur, and immediately Shouto is attending to you, wiping off the sweat, fluffing your pillow and kissing you a million times as both your shaking hands hold each other. “Baby, you’re crying.” You inform him with a weak but incredibly affectionate smile.

Shouto wipes away the tears that fall down his face, only to find himself crying, even more. The nurse eventually brings your guys’ small baby boy over to the two of you and gently handed him to you, and you cradle your baby close to your body. “Hi Kaito,” You coo at the baby who was now soundlessly sleeping on your chest, “I’m your mama, and I just want you to know that even though you were a pain in my ass, I love you so much…”

Shouto snorts as you look up at him and smile, and he comes down to press another kiss on your lips. “Come here, Shoucchan,” You say handing your son over to him, and watched as your husband froze. You waited a moment and then grinned as Shouto reached for baby Kaito and you easily handed him over. You watched with tears in your eyes as Shouto gently bounced with Kaito in his arms, whispering about how much he was going to love him, and how he was going to make Kaito proud to be his son.

“I promise, Kaito, I will never ever let you or your beautiful mama get hurt, and I promise you no matter what happens, I will love you forever and always.”

this made me really soft and kinda was like “maybe pregnancy isn’t that bad???” anywho, hope you enjoyed and have a good rest of your day!!!!!

bonus!

The entire old Class 1-A shuffled through the hallways of the hospital, each claiming to see a different patient so that they could all visit your room.

“Okay, just in case you bozo’s don’t know how to behave around babies, do not scream when we walk in. They are shits to be put to bed, and if you wake up y/n-chan’s sleeping baby, I will end you!” Mina threatens as she eyes down the… louder members of the class. “Second of all, it’s a baby, so don’t talk to it expecting answers, and most importantly, do not. I repeat, do NOT, throw the baby around like it’s some game!”

She gave an obviously pointed glare at Kaminari.

“I’m so excited!” Momo squeals right before they open the door, and with numerous amounts of presents and balloons on hand, nineteen Pro-Heroes entered the room and froze. The sight in front of them making them speechless. Shouto was laying on the bed with you, his arm behind you giving you comfort, and the baby laying on your chest asleep. For the matter at hand, all three of you were asleep without a care in the world.

Some members of the party had to bite down on their hands to keep them from screaming.

Later that night when Shouto woke up for a few minutes and checked his phone for any messages, he then saw a picture of the three of them asleep on the hospital bed on the group chat, with a caption:

‘What a beautiful family, can’t wait for more pictures! Welcome to the family Todoroki Kaito! We love you!’

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btxtreads · 4 years

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whatever it takes || jeon jungkook

➳ Some feelings just tend to keep on growing stronger, especially when you’re in the middle of a biohazard attack

↳ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

↳ word count: 9k words

↳ genre: fluff, angst, apocalypse!au, zombie!au, slight mafia!au, slight spy!au

↳ Warnings: Gore, Death, Zombies, Blood, Guns, Drugs, Mafia, Panic Attack, Attempted Self-Sacrifice, Dry-Humping, a whole lot of Cursing

↳Trigger warning note: PLEASE BE CAREFUL IN READING THIS FIC. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE–PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED UNDER THE KEEP READING SIGN.

↳ a/n: I did this on a spur at while waiting for the TXT teasers to drop. Started at 10m I finished at around 8am the next day. No sleep. Just consistent writing. So, this isn’t proofread and I’m honestly so tired with a meeting in 2 hours wish me luck kjnjakd

Y/N pursed her lips shut; eyes fixed in a determined glare as she tried to move as stealthily as possible while she climbed her way up a fire escape ladder.

As she reached the top, she paused for a while and gazed at the street ahead which was full of blood-thirsty “humans” who were out to eat her.

She was in the middle of a zombie outbreak. Why? She didn’t know.

Ever the doctor, Y/N thought about how this was a medical marvel—one that would shake the world. That was before she remembered she had to get out before she could even tell the story.

It was really a wonder to her—how she could go from worrying about getting enough ingredients for dinner to fighting her way through a horde of the undead to get to her brother.

Somehow, her mind reeled back to what led to this point as she continued her way to the police station.

She was going to find her brother.

He is still alive.

And they’re both getting out.

They have to.

No one saw it coming, really. How could they?

It was Friday. Kids were running out of school and making their way to the mall or to a nearby cafe. The sun was setting in around an hour or two. It was a fine, chilly day. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Y/N was talking on the phone as she strolled around the town.

“Dr. Li’s being a dipshit again,” Kim Taehyung, Y/N’s best friend, huffed through the phone as she gazed around her childhood home.

“When is he not?” Y/N hummed as she turned a sharp corner. “Hey, Tae, I’m in Hope Street,”

“Oh, is the coffee shop still there?” Taehyung snorted. “Good times, remember how many papers we wrote there?”

“I wrote papers, you procrastinated and flirted with whichever girl was assigned behind the bar,” Y/N laughed as Taehyung whined. “but no, it’s a grocery now. Convenient, I have to cook dinner anyways.”

“A grocery? Replacing Jin’s bakery?” Taehyung whined further, yapping about their common friend’s family bakery. “No, I like their chai teas!”

“He moved to the city and opened a restaurant near the hospital, last I heard.” Y/N answered as she entered the premises. “Let’s go visit when I get back.”

“Sure!” There was a few shuffles and a few rushed words before Taehyung returned with a sigh. “Baby, I gotta run. Small car pile-up on main road. ER’s so fucking full.”

“Ah, it’s friday.” Y/N shook her head. “Sure, save some patients for me when I get back.”

“Not like we ever run out of them,” Taehyung snorted before hanging up.

Y/N glanced up as she entered the building and started her groceries.

After a while, Y/N turned a sharp corner into another isle—stopping short when she was met with a crowd.

The was a body that lied limp on the floor, with a man hovering over it as he used a small flashlight to check his eyes.

The body wasn’t convulsing, wasn’t moving—almost looking asleep.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked a bystander who only shrugged.

“Dude collapsed, but luckily Dr. Song was here with his wife. Probably just a junkie.” The man spoke.

It wasn’t just a junkie.

The body suddenly gurgled, making the doctor pause.

“Son, are you okay?” The doctor asked, but, instead of a response, the body folded forwards and took a big bite of the man’s neck.

Immediately, there was a massive commotion as blood spurted out of the doctor’s body that dropped limp.

Y/N gasped as she stumbled backwards.

People screamed as they dropped their groceries and ran.

Y/N cursed as the body raised his head from his feast on the doctor’s corpse, its white and soulless eyes locking onto Y/N’s.

With a gurgle, the zombie stood up and took slow and steady movements towards her.

Then the doctor’s dead body—destroyed arteries and chunks of flesh missing and all that jazz— started to move with a groan.

That’s when she bolted.

Y/N turned left and bolted into the gardening aisle, hearing the zombie not too far behind. She heard another scream to her right.

So, when she looked back to see the original corpse trailing after her with a gurgle, she reached back and grasped the closest thing to her—a pair of large garden shears.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll—I’ll use it.” Y/N stuttered, but there was only a groan of response. “I mean it!”

She heard a new groan.

The zombie opens his jaw, ready to pounce forward and take a bite of the girl in front of him when Y/N closed her eyes and jabbed the sharp end of the shears in front of her.

It dropped dead; the shears embedded on its head.

Y/N panted, closing her eyes. She just killed someone. She was a doctor. This was against her oath.

A new groan spurred her out of her stupor, prompting her to raise her head as another zombie rounded the corner. Then another. Then she heard another groan from somewhere in the shop.

No. They were going to kill her first, and she had to get out before they do.

Reaching behind her, she grasped another pair of the gigantic garden shears and bolted to the nearest exit and out of the store.

Outside was pure chaos, people were also running and the groans and gurgles she heard inside the grocery store was also there—except this time there were more.

More bloodied people strolled lazily, pouncing on nearby people who were running and taking a bite. More people screaming.

Y/N let her mind run for a second, where do we go from here?

The police station. Her brother, Haneul, was a rookie cop. He’s on-shift today until 7pm. He had to be there.

As Y/N made up her mind, a figure clad head to toe in black running fast collided with her.

Y/N hissed as she fell down.

The figure only glanced at her, muttering a quick apology as he bolted once more.

Y/N bit her lip and stood up. She understood. It was life or death, no time for niceties and chivalry when everyone had to keep themselves safe.

Y/N let out a shuddering breath, mind running a mile a minute as she bolted in the opposite direction to the less-cluttered back alleyways.

She was going to find her brother.

He is still alive.

And they’re both getting out.

They have to.

Jungkook barely broke a sweat when he ran, but now he was sweating buckets.

Maybe because the moment he stopped literally meant instant death.

His brain only told him one thing—Find Jimin and get the hell out of here.

Jimin was his best friend and his partner-in-crime ever since they were kids, which is why it was only fitting for them to stay together and move in with each other after they turned 18.

Jimin was a detective, currently working a case at the police station.

Jungkook was resting idly at their living room, drinking a box of banana milk when the local news suddenly reported an emergency alert to get out while you can with matching videos of people biting people.

Initially, he snorted and called bullshit—but that was when there was a scream at their hallway.

When Jungkook poked his head out the door, he was greeted with the new tenant who was feasting on one of his neighbours.

Before he could act, one of his other neighbours marched forward and pulled the woman away—who only retaliated by biting him instead.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook gaped as his fallen neighbour, the initial victim, stood up with dead eyes and pounced on a nearby neighbour peeking out of his door.

Jungkook cursed and closed the door, locked and bolted. He even pushed Jimin’s work desk in front of it, cursing as he heard the heavy thud of a body falling against his door.

He ran over to Jimin’s bedroom, opening the safe that held Jimin’s spare gun—which he was instructed to use for safety purposes.

“I’m a detective, some people might not like me. In case they come, and I’m not here but you are, then save yourself.”

Only he wasn’t saving himself from some thug or even the mafia member that Jimin caught once—no, it was something more sinister.

Jungkook took the gun and ammo, rushing to change from a thin white shirt to a black hoodie he picked up from the living room floor.

Hearing more groans from the hallway, Jungkook bolted to the cabinet to wear some shoes and to the kitchen to grab a knife.

Then, when he felt like he had a shot at surviving—he made a break for it.

Down the fire escape, down the street avoiding zombies, colliding with a girl dazed on the street—on his way to find his best friend and get the hell out of the city while they still can.

It was a good thing her father was a cop, too—she was taught a thing or two.

She found the opportunity when she saw a security guard—or what was once was.

The thing is, the zombie still had a handgun and a few extra ammos on him.

It wasn’t like he still needed it.

So, Y/N deliberately stalked forward with her shears, did her thing and grabbed the utility belt and the shears from the fallen guard.

So now, she was running with a pistol in her right hand, garden shears on the other, and zombies chasing her—eyes swinging back and forth to survey her surroundings as she finally reached the police station.

With no hesitance on her part, she dashed in and closed the gates behind her, backing away as some zombies reached the gate.

The zombies stuck their hands in the grates and tried to claw at her, but she was too far away from them.

She let out a small sigh of relief, legs aching as she stretched briefly.

Then, she turned and bolted again, only stopping when she crossed the blank courtyard to the door.

“Help, somebody! Open the door!” There was no response.

Y/N shook her head and turned to a stairwell—maybe there was a backdoor.

There was, and she got in the station only to be greeted with a multitude of zombies.

Y/N tried to run and preserve her ammo, only shooting the ones in her way and bolting away whenever she can.

But then she ran out of bullets.

And there was a zombie right behind her—and this one was a little bit faster than it’s other friends.

“Shit, shit, shit.” she hissed, tears starting to fill her eyes as she ran away with hands tightly gripping her gun.

It can’t end like this.

The moment she stepped inside the main building; she saw a black figure standing directly in front of her.

She opened her mouth in surprise. Grim reapers wear hoodies now?

The boy looked equally as shocked; eyes wide in surprise before he suddenly clenched his jaw.

“Duck.”

Immediately, Y/N dropped in a crouch as the boy pulled out an M19 from a holster in his pocket and shot directly at her direction.

Only when she heard a thud behind her did she realize that the boy killed the zombie behind her.

The boy ran forwards to kick the corpse back into the hallway behind her before pulling an iron sheet and blocking off the corridor.

“Are you okay?” He turned back towards the girl, who still sat in a crouch on the floor. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m okay,” Y/N replied, looking back up at the doe-eyed boy who offered a shy smile. “Just a bit winded up.”

“Well, if you weren’t in this situation, I’d think you’re psychotic.” He shook his head and helped her up. “Hey, I think I remember you. I bumped into you earlier on the street. I’m Jungkook.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, immediately forgetting about the zombie that almost got her if it weren’t for this boy. “That was you? And bumped?”

Jungkook winced, smiling sheepishly as he walked towards the reception table. “Sorry, I was rushing. I didn’t have much bullets and I had to get to here. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. Just wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Yeah, what a concidence that we both went to the station, huh?”

At the mention of the place, Y/N’s eyes surveyed around the lobby. It was, surprisingly, empty.

“Hey, Jungkook,” Y/N asked as he looked to the boy who was rummaging around the table. “Where is everybody?”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged. “No clue, really. I got here and there was nobody. I’m looking for my best friend, he’s a detective here—Park Jimin.”

“I’m looking for my brother, he’s a rookie cop,” Y/N groaned, running a hand over her face. “His name is Chae Haneul, he’s my half-brother.”

Jungkook cracked a small smile as his eyes darted over to Y/N’s holster. “Yeah, Jimin mentioned him to me a couple of times,”

“He’s a handful, but he means well,”

Jungkook straightened up and threw two boxes her way. “Well, might as well stick together since we’re both looking for someone right, right?”

Y/N caught the boxes, blinking at the bright red packaging and the gigantic white print. 9mm Parabellum rounds.

She looked to see Jungkook walk towards her with a small smile, offering a combat knife her way.

“Let’s find my friend and your brother and get the hell out of here,” Jungkook offered, to which she smiled gently.

“Okay,”

She was going to find her brother. They’re going to find Jimin.

They’re both still alive.

And they’re all getting out.

They have to.

Her hair was matted, she probably reeked of sweat.

Jungkook’s eyes shifted as he pulled his hoodie sleeves up so he could grasp his gun better.

“This way,” Jungkook said, signaling to a hallway to the left, as they ran.

Y/N stopped, head turning to a spare box of 9mm rounds on the floor.

Having used up on of her two boxes of ammo, she called for Jungkook to wait.

She bent down and picked the box up—only for the door behind her to burst open and a zombie jump out and attack her.

Thankfully, the girl had quick enough reflexes to pull on the zombie’s hair to effectively pull its mouth away from any part of her body.

Reaching down to grasp at her knife, Y/N found that she couldn’t do that without letting go of the zombie and risking a bite.

Before she could decide any further, a brute force came and harshly kicked the corpse off of her body and lodge three bullets into its head.

Without hesitation, Jungkook grasped her wrist, harshly pulled her up and grabbing her fallen gun and the ammo box she found with him.

Y/N sputtered as they entered a big office where she could still see a banner hanging up on the ceiling. Welcome, Haneul!

With a fierce glare, Jungkook raised his gun and shot all three zombies inside the room with precise aim.

Silently, he locked the door behind him and stalked to the other room to bolt it shut.

Y/N opened the lights, her eyes locking with Jungkook’s.

“Jungkook, I—”

“What was that?” Jungkook’s frustrated voice asked, walking forward.

“I found a box of ammo, and I thought—maybe—”

Jungkook sighed and took her arm, inspecting her body to make sure there were no bite marks. “Nothing happened, right?”

“No, nothing.” Y/N answered silently, lowering her head. “I’m sorry,”

“I really don’t want to see anything happen to you,” Jungkook admitted shyly, his hands reaching forward and squeezing her arms. “I’ve gotten attached, I guess.”

“It’s only been a few hours, though?” Y/N smiled, looking up.

The station was massive, literally.

With Y/N being basically a newcomer in the city and Jungkook never even stepping a foot inside the station due to fear of Jimin scolding him, the two knew nothing about the layout. Unsurprisingly, it took them hours to check every single room.

“Apocalypses get you attached to pretty girls.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me.”

“I probably am,” Jungkook smiled back, tilting his head. “Should I stop?”

Y/N only smiled back before shyly breaking away and turning to a nearby office, perhaps one of a higher ranking officer, and opening a drawer.

She pulled out two dark green cards labelled ARMORY and AMMO STOCK, with a smile. “Depends on whether you let me get a machine gun.”

Jungkook only smiled back, his eyes scanning around the main office.

“Is this Haneul’s desk?” Jungkook asked, walking forward and picking up a photograph. “You look pretty.”

It was her graduation from med school, her hair done up well and her make up perfected. Next to her, Haneul did a tiny smile of pride as he looked at his sister. Next to him stood his sister, with another boy, doing a weird pose that looked chaotic.

“That was when I finished med school,” Y/N smiled, pocketing a box of ammo from Haneul’s desk.

“You’re a doctor?” Jungkook asked, narrowing his eyes. “I see.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s nice. It fits because you seem smart.” Jungkook complimented, smiling as Y/N’s cheeks reddened. He looked back at the photo and pointed at the other boy, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s this?”

“That’s Tae, my best friend since I was young. We started being friends towards the end of middle school, through high school. We didn’t talk about college, but we were preparing to go our separate ways. Just so happened that we got the same course at the same school and passed.” Y/N smiled, her eyes softening.

“So, not your boyfriend?” Jungkook asked cheekily.

“No,” Y/N laughed as she took a box of ammo from a nearby box and slipped it into the pocket of his hoodie. “I could use one, though.”

Jungkook only smiled as she backed off a little, claiming she had to make a call.

“Y/N! Thank fucking god!” Taehyung’s relieved voice cried out. “I saw the news, they said people were killing each other there. I thought you were dead.”

“I’m still alive, Taetae, but it’s worse than you think.” Y/N sighed. “I’ve never had to shoot a gun as much as I did these past few hours.”

“Shoot a what?” Taehyung’s voice resonated, loud enough to slightly sound from her phone.

Jungkook raised his head, amusement clear in his eyes as Y/N handed him the keycards to the armory.

“Tae, I’m the one in crisis, calm down.” Y/N smoothed a hand over her face. “It’s not just people killing people like you think.”

“Not like the purge?”

“More like the walking dead,” Y/N huffed, her eyes sticking to the dead corpses Jungkook locked up in the small secluded office space of the room.

“Holy shit, how is that possible?”

“No idea.” Y/N sighed. “Look, I just called to say I’m fine. I’m looking for Haneul, then we’re leaving here. Don’t call or text unless I say so,”

Taehyung was silent for a little while. “Have you tried calling 911? Get some help from the government? Maybe they can get you and Haneul out.”

“911?” Y/N trailed off, to which Jungkook shook his head.

“I already tried that, they’ll just say they got the situation out of control. That was before I bumped into you,” Jungkook explained. “I called again when I got here before I found you—the line was completely dead.”

Y/N pursed her lips. “We’re on our own.”

“Who’s that?” Taehyung’s frantic voice asked.

“He’s someone I met, he’s looking for someone too.” Y/N sighed as she gave Jungkook a soft smile before he turned his back to her to start sorting things at the armory. “Look, for now, I’m safe. The safest I could be during this outbreak.”

“Do you trust that guy?”

“I do,” Y/N smiled as Jungkook popped out of the office waving a machine gun with a cheeky smile. “I promise I’m finding Haneul, then I’ll be home soon.”

“Please be careful, I can’t lose my best friend.” Taehyung muttered. “I love you, Y/Nie.”

“I love you too, Taetae. I’ll see you soon.” Y/N replied as she hung up the phone and entered the armory.

“What’s up?”

“So, guns. I’ve got a machine gun for you—and I found knee and shoulder pads for us from spare police uniform sets.” Jungkook declared.

“A machine gun, huh? Like I said next door?” Y/N smiled as Jungkook set the shotgun in his hands down, leaning forward and holding his face close to hers.

“Maybe,”

Y/N remembers to keep this memory on a tight leash, holding on to something pleasant as she goes through something horrendous.

“Kisses would woo me better than guns, Kookie.” Y/N smiled, an unexplained air of familiarity between them.

Jungkook smiled and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. “I’ll save that for later.”

She was going to find her brother. He’s going to find Jimin.

He’s getting her out.

Whatever it takes.

“Whoever’s going to see this,

Hi. This is detective Park Jimin of the 7th precinct. I have been investigating the Choe drug empire for a few months now, with the help of the STARS Task Force sent by the government. They’re engineering a new drug, I sent it for testing but I don’t know what it’s for. I’m gonna find that out. This bust I’m making today is pretty critical. I may not make it back home. Can you please pass this on to my baby brother?

Koo,

Don’t find me. Make your way out. Before it’s too late.

You’re the best baby brother ever.

I love you, and I’ll see you out there. I’ll be fine.

Chimi”

“This is Im Tae Won, Seargeant of the 7th precinct. Whoever finds this, leave. There’s no one here—it’s where the outbreak started. Rookie Chae Haneul lost his shit and bit everyone. He was high and shit on drugs from Detective Park’s recent bust. Stole it from evidence, probably thought it was cocain, didn’t read the ‘unknown drug for testing’ label. We scolded him before he jumped on Officer Moon and took a bite, then another at Officer Ji. Then they bit other people. You know what happened next.

I’M SAYING THIS IN CASE NONE OF YOU READ PROPERLY: GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN.”

While Jungkook solemnly ran his hand over the familiar hand writing of Jimin, his mind racing at the use of their old childhood nicknames, Y/N’s eyes read the second note over and over again.

Haneul was gone. He was the start of the outbreak. It was his fault—because he wanted cocaine. So much that he stole Jimin’s evidence—a drug nobody knew about that was made to create human-eating killing machines.

“Jimin got out, I guess.” Jungkook said. “He rushed into another bust with a special task force before the outbreak started, but he had a feeling one would start one way or another.”

“He-He did?”

“He said he knew he won’t make it back home,” Jungkook said, reading the note from Jimin once more with a smile. “But that he’ll see me around, he’ll get out and we’ll see him outside.”

Somehow, the only words Y/N heard in her frozen state was ‘he won’t make it back home’.

No one’s going to make it back home.

“So, did that letter say anything about where Haneul is?” Jungkook asked with a tilt in his head.

Y/N’s eyes darted over to a corner of the room where a dilapidated corpse was—only now noticing the distinct gold ring on his finger: a ring from his real father.

At this, Y/N collapsed.

Her brother is dead. Jimin won’t make it home.

Jungkook is still alive, but for how long?

No one’s getting out.

She’s not coming back to Taehyung.

She and Jungkook will die tonight.

Her mind ran a million miles per second, new thoughts pelting her every millisecond.

“Hey!”

Jungkook gasped as he set Jimin’s note to the side and crouched down, running his hands through Y/N’s hair. “Y/N, hey. Hey!”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. “This isn’t real, this is all a dream.”

Jungkook frowned, assessing the girl. “Y/N?”

“There’s no Jungkook, no Jimin. Haneul is at home perfectly fine, and I’m at the hospital at the break room having a nightmare. Taehyung is waking me up.” Y/N said.

“This is real,” Jungkook mumbled as Y/N shook her head.

“There’s no Jungkook, no Jimin. Haneul is at home perfectly fine, and I’m at the hospital at the break room having a nightmare. Taehyung is waking me up.” Choking.

“Y/N.”

“There’s no Jungkook, no Jimin. Haneul is at home perfectly fine, and I’m at the hospital at the break room having a nightmare. Taehyung is waking me up.” Shaking.

“Y/N, open your eyes.” Jungkook worried as her breathing rapidly increased speed. “Baby, please.”

“There’s no Jungkook, no Jimin. Haneul is at home perfectly fine, and I’m at the hospital at the break room having a nightmare. Taehyung is waking me up.” Eyes rapidly shifting.

“Y/N!”

“There’s no Jungkook, no Jimin. Haneul is at ho—”

She was stopped abruptly when Jungkook surged forwards and planted a harsh kiss on her lips.

Y/N made a noise of surprise as Jungkook reached his hand up and tangled it with her hair.

Slowly, Y/N responded to the kiss before the boy pulled away gently to press his forehead on hers.

His thumb ran through her cheek as he smiled gently at her deep breathing.

“Follow me, okay?” Jungkook smiled. “Just breathe. Take a deep breath.”

As Jungkook inhaled, so did Y/N. As he exhaled, so did she. And they did that over and over until she wasn’t panting any more.

“You’ll be fine, we’ll be okay. We’ll get out.” Jungkook said, closing his eyes.

Y/N frowned and scooted closer to him, her hands tentatively reaching up from the floor to his shoulders. “What about Jimin?”

He smiled. “He’s a detective. He’s made multiple big busts in just a span of two years as a detective. He’s good enough to make it out of that bust alive. I believe in him.”

Y/N only nodded slowly, her eyes darting to the side to see the corpses of the dead piled up—gaze locking to her brother’s hand.

Jungkook shifted, blocking her view of the bodies.

“Hey, we’ll be alright.”

Y/N looked up at him and smiled, leaning forward to give him another kiss to which he responded gently.

Jungkook cupped her face and pulled away before kissing her forehead once more.

Y/N stood up, turning her back to the corpses.

Jungkook followed suit and placed a kiss on her hand.

“Let’s get out of this shithole.”

“Okay,” Y/N smiled softly as Jungkook’s lips planted another soft kiss on hers.

She was going home to Taehyung. He’s going see Jimin come home.

They’re staying together.

They’re getting out together.

Whatever it takes.

After a short struggle and a final replenishing of supplies at the armory, Jungkook and Y/N made their way out of the precinct to a nearby building.

“It’s a warehouse for branches of a common convenience store in the county,” Jungkook explained. “They’ll have a lot of food so we can get some breakfast, since it’s 3am.”

“What a first date, huh.” Y/N smiled as Jungkook chuckled, clutching her hand.

“I’ll treat you to a better one when we get out,”

“When.” Y/N nodded affirmatively, removing all negative thoughts from her head as Jungkook picked the lock and opened the door.

After opening, Y/N sighed in relief at the empty location.

Jungkook locked the door once more and smiled, placing his hands on her waist and hugging her from behind.

“A bit affectionate, are we?”

“Is that bad?” Jungkook asked. “I just want to hug you, please.”

“Not bad,” Y/N muttered, her head turning to him as she tangled her hand in his hair. “I just don’t usually kiss on the first date.”

“I guess I’m pretty special, then.”

“Well, I can’t say I ever kissed someone in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.” Y/N mumbled.

Jungkook pulled away with a smirk and open a nearby boxes to pull out sprite cans and pre-made sandwich boxes.

“Only the finest cuisine for my lady.” Jungkook leaned forward and kissed her.

Y/N smiled against his lips as he pulled away. “Your lady?”

“And I don’t intend on letting you go anytime soon,” Jungkook smiled, leaning back on the wall and offering his arm. “Come on, let’s rest just for a little while.”

Y/N cuddled closer, biting her lip to suppress her smile while she buries her head in Jungkook’s chest.

“You know, you really remind me of a friend I once have back then,” Y/N muttered.

Jungkook stayed silent as Y/N traced abstract shapes on his chest.

“Y/N, if this is your way of friend-zoning me—”

“Fuck, no,” Y/N snorted, leaning back and kissing him shortly. “You just have the same name, also he was really hot for a 15-year-old.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “You knew a Jungkook back then?”

“Hm, yeah. We were really great friends—Best friends, and I had this huge fucking crush on him.” Y/N narrated. “He kinda stopped hanging out with me when I started being friends with Taetae in high school, though.”

Jungkook stilled, his hands freezing in place on YN’s hair. “Tae was the king douchebag of the school. He slept with a lot of girls who threw themselves at him. Then, we got partnered up for biology class. I thought he was going to take advantage of the fact that I actually like doing what we needed to, but he didn’t. He actually taught me instead. We totally hit it off.”

“He-He did?”

“Yeah. I told Jungkook, he was wary of Tae. Said Tae might be trying to get into my pants. But he said he liked Tae—they used to talk a lot. They loved to prank people, it was fun—but Tae directly announced to the cafeteria—on lunch period—this girl is my baby.” Y/N snorted. “Everyone thought we were dating, and Tae was quick to clarify that he meant I was a baby sister to his friends. Not a lot of people believed him, but whatever. Jungkook was the only opinion that mattered, anyway. But he stopped talking to me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, so I sat for a few days alone. Waiting for him, until Tae got angry at me and told me to stop waiting for someone who makes me look desperate and stupid. I didn’t see it that way but, maybe it was time to leave him alone.” Y/N shrugged, snorting. “So, I went with Tae and his friends instead. Can you believe they made me the popular girl?”

“I do.”

“Tae and I went to high school together, eventually I just lost all contact with Jungkook. He stopped coming over, he changed his number, he blocked me everywhere. So, I just let him be. Then, Tae and I got to college and we just… left.”

“I see.” Jungkook said, a small frown on his face.

“Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“What for?” Y/N asked. “He didn’t want to talk.”

“Maybe he did.”

“Maybe, but I really shouldn’t dwell on that Jungkook.” Y/N smiled up at him. “Not when I have one in front of me.”

Jungkook smiled gently, caressing her face and leaning forwards to press a soft and delicate kiss on hers.

He pulled away and sighed, starting off on his own.

“I had a huge crush on this girl way back when I was a kid. We used to do all this shit together, and I was so in love with her.” Jungkook said, tightening his grip on Y/N. “I think maybe until now.”

“Should I be jealous?” Y/N raised an eyebrow as she looked up at Jungkook, who only grinned.

“So, we got to middle school and she just got so perfect that I was so scared she was going to realize that I wasn’t good enough for her—and then she met this guy. He was so cool, and bright. Fun and outgoing. I know that for a fact—I was literally awed by how cool he was. They just hit it off so well, and every time I talk to her… he’s all we ever talk about.”

“Did he like her?” Y/N asked.

“I mean, I thought so,” Jungkook shrugged. “And I guess I got so insecure that I pulled away, because I thought that was what she wanted from me. So much that I didn’t realize she didn’t want me to. I met her again, just recently.”

“And?”

“She made me fall in love with her again, Y/N.” He spoke gently, pulling away from the hug.

“So, this whole thing between you and me—” Y/N started softly, voice tinged with hurt.

“What was the name of your Jungkook?” Jungkook blurted out.

Y/N blinked at the sudden question. “I-I don’t remember.”

All of a sudden, he gave the most genuine smile he’s given her since they met. “Yeah, you do.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Jeon. Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook leaned his forehead on hers and hummed.

“Did he grow up in Busan before you met?”

“Yes.”

“He was born on September—”

“September 1, 1997.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“He wants to be a director and open his own studio.”

“Golden Closet Films.” Y/N pulled away and narrowed her eyes and stayed silent.

Jungkook gingerly took her hand and placed a kiss on it.

“Hey, you promised me that your first trip to Paris was going to be with me. Did you keep that?” Jungkook asked.

Y/N turned to him with a glare.

“Well?” Jungkook smiled.

“Yes, you fucking asshole.” Y/N hissed before she crashed her lips on his, maneuvering herself to sit on his lap.

Jungkook kissed back just as fiercely, occasionally pulling away to speak.

“I’m…sorry, baby…I was…just…so…jealous…Fuck.”

Y/N groaned as she adjusted her position on him, his hands tightening on her waist.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Tell me more.” Y/N bit her lip, looking up at him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, and I just really thought you’d choose him, so… I had to leave before I fell deeper.” Jungkook explained, his thumb pulling her lower lip from between her teeth.

Y/N groaned and rolled her hips experimentally, watching in delight as Jungkook shuddered out a breath.

“Babe,” Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back. “All mine,”

“Keep calling me yours,” Y/N gasped, creating a smooth rhythm with her hips.

Her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him hardening beneath her.

“You’re so fucking filthy all for me,” Jungkook’s voice whispered, voice suddenly, husky. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

“Kookie,” Y/N groaned.

“Don’t call me that,” Jungkook rasped. “Not when I’m making you feel like this.”

Y/N whimpered as Jungkook grabbed her hips and controlled her movements, increasing the pace and pressure, throwing his head back.

“Jungkook, baby,”

“Mine,” Jungkook husked as he got harder. “No one else’s. Always been mine.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back as her moans got harder to control, her hand circling his neck. “I’m so close.”

“Cum, baby.”

At this, Y/N threw her head back and moaned—feeling the familiar pressure on her lower region, her vision turning white.

Jungkook let out a groan, exploding inside his pants.

Y/N bit her lip and climbed out of her own high, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his lips as he relaxed.

Jungkook laughed and shook his head. “Now, my pants are ruined in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.”

“Shut up, it’ll dry up soon,” Y/N snorted, running her hands through his hair. “How come you never told me any of that before?”

“I didn’t think you’d care,” Jungkook mumbled, brushing his lips with hers. “You had Taehyung. You had better,”

“I’d choose you in a heartbeat,” Y/N smiled.

“You’re just saying that because you think I’m hot.”

“Yeah, that too.” Y/N giggled.

Jungkook laughed and pushed his head to bite and suck on the area where her neck and shoulder meet, making her moan.

“Jungkook,”

“That’s my name,” he hummed.

“Fuck,” Y/N moaned again before freezing. “Wait.”

“What?” Jungkook muttered absent-mindedly before kissing her once more.

“Did you hear that?”

Jungkook smiled. “No,”

Y/N groaned, throwing her head back as Jungkook’s hands snaked up her torso. “Kookie, I think someone’s trying to open the door.”

At this, Jungkook stopped turning to the door to listen.

Once a faint jiggling sound became louder, Jungkook set Y/N aside and took his gun.

The door clicked open to reveal another man, hands expertly holding the gun in his hand with a harsh glare on his face.

“Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Jungkook rushed out, raising an eyebrow as the man quickly backed off to lower his gun and lock the door.

“Min Yoongi.”

“Mafia?” Y/N suddenly said, appearing out of nowhere. “You’re part of the mafia. I’ve heard about you.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow. “How?”

“I’m a medical resident at Seoul Medical Institute, I’m assigned to the ER so I see your constituents at the Seoul branch lot,” Y/N muttered as she stood behind Jungkook, hiding slightly but still a firm grasp on the gun. “Your boys need to be less loose-lipped.”

“Clearly,” Yoongi groaned loudly. “If it wasn’t for those assholes, I would have gotten away with information for Jimin.”

“Jimin, you know Jimin?” Jungkook perked up, lowering his gun.

“You know Jimin?” Yoongi raised his eyebrow. “Yes, I’m fucking FBI. I’ve been working undercover for years trying to take down the empire—I was so close, too.”

“Jimin… FBI?” Jungkook gaped. “Since when?”

“Since two years ago,” Yoongi rubbed a hand to his forehead. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, I’ve got nothing else better to do.”

“I’m Jungkook.”

“Oh,” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in realization. “You’re Jungkook.”

“He’s been FBI all along,” Yoongi explained. “We saw his talents when he went for the detective job. We needed that for the force. He thought it was a good deal,”

“Is he okay?” Y/N asked, finally gazing at Yoongi.

The man nodded firmly. “Yeah, of course, he got out right after he finished the bust. He thought you’ve already left by then, Jungkook. No one told you about his letter. I only found out when he called me when he got out.”

“He’s safe.” Jungkook whispered.

“Safer than you,” Yoongi gruffed. “Look, I don’t know about you but I really think we should get out of here.”

Y/N’s phone suddenly started to vibrate, causing Y/N to flinch.

Incoming call: Taetae

“Tae, I told you not to call—”

“This is important,” Tae spoke gruffly. “Put me on speaker with whoever’s there with you,”

“It’s Jungkook.”

“The government is—who now?”

“Jeon Jungkook,” Y/N said.

“What is it, Taehyung?” Jungkook said, hand curling around Y/N’s waist—to which Yoongi rolled his eyes at.

Typical lovey-dovey couple.

“Look, the government is ordering for bombing of the city. They’re sending a missile within the next 4 hours. You have to get out.”

“Bombing?” Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “What the hell?”

“Ah, great, who else is there now? You’re replacing me with zombie buddies.” Taehyung muttered before turning serious again. “You have 4 hours, try all the resources you can to get out and then come home.”

Jungkook and Y/N exchanged glances before she nodded. “Understood. I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Y/N said before hanging up.

“Boyfriend?” Yoongi asked looking at the phone before pointing over at Jungkook. “Who’s he, then?”

“I’m the boyfriend—”

“Not that it’s the primary concern for now,” Y/N cut off before turning to Yoongi. “You’re the FBI and Mafia. Do you know of any resources that could get us out?”

Yoongi bit his lip before slowly nodding.

“I think I do,” The agent said, watching the couple sag in semi-relief. “but if we’re gonna get the last train we have to go now.”

“Let’s go then. Lead the way, Mr. Mafia.”

“I’m fucking FBI, lady.”

Y/N stopped, blinking.

“Is there any reason we’re at the hospital?”

The words Chae General Hospital glowing red in bright red letters against the white paint of the wall seemed too simple.

It wasn’t.

“The drug cartel used to have drugs manufactured inside the city, but it got too urban for a meth and coke factory. They had to expand. That’s why they reached Seoul—like you said.” Yoongi explained. “They used trains for transport. Those babies carry tons of drugs to different areas in the county, which is then exported to different parts of the country.”

“Does it still work?”

“It’s turned off now, the mafia boss left right at the start of the outbreak—fucking asshole started this mess and can’t even stay for it.” Yoongi growled. “Ordered a hit on me then scrammed,”

“A hit, in this out break?” Y/N gasped.

“The hitmen were high. They just collapsed so I got out.” Yoongi explained.

“Wait,” Y/N held a hand to her lips. “Mafia drugs.”

Jungkook turned to the girl who only gaped in disbelief.

“Haneul wanted coke, so he took some from evidence. He mistakenly took Jimin’s unidentified drug for testing—and then he turned into a monster. Don’t you think that’s—that’s what…”

“Could be,” Yoongi nodded slowly. “That’s possible,”

“It’s a strain, like-like a chain reaction that spreads. Like rabies. Only faster, stronger. It can turn off all your mental capacities and just turn you into this-this thing.” Y/N explained as she looked up to see a zombie pass by a window of the hospital. “They make you feel good until eventually you just don’t,”

“Then we have to stop the spread. Let’s go,” Yoongi said, cocking his gun and moving towards the medical director’s office.

Jungkook flattened his palm against Y/N’s back.

“Y/N?”

“I’m going fucking destroy this mafia.” Y/N muttered, following Yoongi.

“That’s my girl,” Jungkook said as he sauntered over.

Yoongi shot him a look of disgust before booting up the computer at the desk.

Kim Namjoon, Medical Director.

“He bolted with the mafia boss,” Yoongi explained as Y/N picked up the plate. “he was the engineer and it was a massive fail. So, he ran with the boss. Wants to perfect it.”

Click!

“Done.”

Two huge bookshelves open behind Jungkook and Y/N, revealing a narrow staircase.

“Leads straight to the railways, come on.” Yoongi said, walking down.

It leads straight to a huge train platform beneath the basement parking lot. There was one empty train left.

Yoongi bolted to the control panels to start up the train.

“We’re getting out,” Y/N breathed, wrapping her arms around Jungkook, who only smiled in her hair.

However, before there’s any victories to be celebrated, there was a problem.

The starting train released a huge sound, and it wasn’t even starting yet.

The sound meant attracting zombies, who could enter the platform through the bookshelves.

The problem was: the bookshelves don’t close on their own—they were manually shut through nowhere else but the director’s office.

One had to go out and stay.

“I’ll go,” Yoongi said, running a hand through his face in a brief flash of disappointment before flashing a sad smile at the young couple. “It’s alright, somehow I always knew.”

“No, No! It’s not alright! No one deserves to die, no matter what.” Y/N shook her head.

“This is a cause worth dying for.” Yoongi explained.

“Not if you can do anything about it.” Jungkook argued before turning to Y/N at the sound of gurgling approaching nearby.

“I have to close it.” Yoongi pleaded. “You have to get out and tell Jimin what happened here, he’ll take care of the rest. Just—”

He pulled Jungkook over and held his hand over the lever he was pushing down. “Keep holding this down until the train lets out another whistle. It’ll start moving. I have to close the door.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. “No. Nobody else is dying tonight, not if I can help it.”

Yoongi looked over at the girl, who glanced at the watch on the wall.

30 minutes until the estimated time of detonation.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t have to know you to know you’re a good person, Yoongi.” Y/N smiled and pulled her gun out as the first few zombies came down the platform. “One of you with me on the train. We got ammo to spare. Just keep shooting until the train moves.”

“How long will it take?” Jungkook asks.

“About two more minutes.”

“Easy shit.” Y/N said, shooting a zombie point blank on the head. “Come on, Yoongi. Get your FBI ass up here and help me shoot.”

Yoongi smiled gratefully, stepping up the threshold of the train and picking up a gun to start shooting.

Bang, bang.

“One minute.”

Bang, bang, bang.

“Thirty seconds.”

Bang, bang.

“Ten.”

Bang, bang, bang.

“Three.”

Bang.

“Two.”

Bang.

“One.”

A loud whistle sounded out as the train jolted and more zombies started to flood onto the platform.

“Jungkook!” Y/N screamed as he stepped away from the control panel to be met with a zombie.

Before anyone can do anything else, a shot sounded out and Jungkook looked over at Yoongi who lowered his gun. “Stop fucking gaping and run over here before we leave you.”

With a grateful nod, Jungkook ran towards the train with Yoongi clearing his path and Y/N clearing all other entry points to the train.

The train started moving.

“Jungkook!” Y/N said alarmed, but Jungkook only smiled before leaping at the back of the train—barely hanging on.

“You fucking asshole.” Y/N said as Jungkook hauled himself into the train.

“I’m okay,”

“You fucking asshole.” Y/N repeated, this time with a sob as she launched herself forward to crash her lips with his.

Yoongi all but collapsed onto the bench at the back of the train, with a gentle smile.

When the couple looked back at him, his eyes softened as he nodded.

“Thank you.”

Jungkook only nodded back as Y/N shot him a genuine smile.

She was going home to Taehyung. He’s going home to Jimin.

They stayed together.

They got out together.

Y/N closed her eyes, frustrated as she sat in a small investigation room.

The door opened.

A man in a fitted black tuxedo entered, files in his hands.

“Ms. L/N.”

“I just want Jungkook,” Y/N said. “I want him, then I want to go home. I’ll sign all your NDAs and shit, just let us go home.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Then what?”

A folder was slid over, the crest of the government on the cover.

“Join the DSO.”

“The what?”

“The Department of Security Organization.” The man linked his hands on the table patiently, explaining. “It’s a new section of the government design to counter bio-warfare attacks like this one from happening again. We need new, trained agents. It also helped that you were adept in the field of medicine.”

Y/N didn’t talk as the man slid another folder, this time containing an analysis report.

“What is this?”

“We call it the RX-Virus” The man explained. “It’s a modified strain of the rabies virus, mixed with others. It enhances human strength and agility—but numbs motor functions. You can’t feel pain. It also inhibits cognitive functions. Basically—it turns you into a zombie. Initial effects make you feel happy and elated—like ecstasy. Until you can’t feel and think anything else other than eating the next living human.”

Y/N looked up. “I see.”

“You’ve said this, all of this before the results came out, Y/N.” The man said. “From a simple deduction.”

“You said trained—I’m not trained.” Y/N explained.

“Oh, but you are.”

Certifications of her past shooting and martial arts when she was a student was placed before her.

“If you’re not confident, we will hire the best trainers to train you more.”

Y/N pursed her lips. “Sir, I’m not a soldier.”

“You’re a doctor, I know.” The man hummed. “But you’ve seen the battlefield, and I know you know.”

After a few moments of silence, Y/N spoke.

“Taehyung,”

“Will be safe.” The man responded. “He will be under government surveillance at all times to those who will attempt anything.”

“Jungkook?”

“He’s safer than you think.”

At this, Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yoongi will be promoted the head of the DSO tomorrow,” The man hummed, making the girl raise her head. “Jimin as part of his board, we needed two more. We would like to offer that to you.”

Y/N bit her lip.

She knew—as she ran through those streets, dodging the infected from the time that she only had garden shears to the time when she held a pistol in on hand and Jungkook’s hand in another—that this was something she had to fight.

For Haneul.

Y/N signed the papers.

The door opened to reveal Jungkook and Yoongi conversing with someone else.

Y/N smiled at the boys before another, shorter man bounded over to her.

One with a round face and pouty lips, and eyes forming lines as he smiled whole-heartedly.

“Kookie, you should know all about me now!”

“Kook?” Y/N stepped closer, watching the boy who whirled around with a smile.

“You must be Y/N.” He greeted. “I’m Jimin!”

This man was too cute and happy to be an FBI agent—no way.

But the way he held himself elegantly and mysteriously, (although she did see him jab Jungkook in a “subtle” manner with the biggest shit-eating smile in his face) proved her otherwise.

There was a slight commotion before a guard came over. “Sir, a man is throwing a scene downstairs—”

“We’re the damn FBI, take care of him.” Yoongi huffed.

“Sir, they’re looking for, uh… he said to specifically say Y/N-ie and…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“That bitch-ass punk Jeon fucking Jungkook…” the man sighed in exasperation as he removed the earbud live feeding to his ear.

“Send him up, that’s Taehyung.” Y/N said to the man, who only nodded.

“I’ll leave you here, then. Welcome to the DSO, Ms. L/N, Mr. Jeon.”

“Welcome to the DSO?” Jungkook gasped as he looked towards Y/N.

“You said yes to the DSO?” Y/N gaped at the boy.

“I-I had to.” Y/N muttered. “I’ve seen what it’s like, out there… and I had you. What if I didn’t? Some people had it worse.”

“I know,”

“It was for Haneul, and they said they’d protect you and Tae for me.”

“I know, baby.” Jungkook smiled, embracing the girl. “I asked them to keep you safe, too.”

“I wouldn’t be, I’d be out there. With you.”

“Then at least I’d keep you safe.” Jungkook said, brushing his hand out of her face.

There was a sound of retching at the far end of the hallway before everyone turned to see a tall, blue-haired man covered head-to-toe in mismatched Gucci.

“Well, that’s fucking disgusting.” Taehyung commented.

“Tae!” Y/N screamed, practically flying out of Jungkook’s arms into her best friend’s.

“You’re such an asshole, I didn’t even get to dress properly.” Taehyung sighed as Y/N started to cry.

“Hey, hyung.” Jungkook greeted as he walked forwards.

“Punk.” Taehyung snorted before ruffling his hair. “You okay?”

Blinking, he nodded slowly. “I am hyung.”

“Good,” Taehyung smiled, patting his head.

No matter how much Tae got irritated at the boy for what happened between Y/N and him, he cared for him—because Y/N cared for him that much that he chose to do it too.

“Tae, I took their job.” Y/N muttered.

“I know, dipshit.” Taehyung smiled, “and you’ll be the greatest fucking soldier ever.”

“I’m an agent.”

“Cooler.” Taehyung smiled over at the two figures hanging back awkwardly behind Y/N and Jungkook. “Hey, what’s up, I’m Taehyung.”

Jimin tilted his head curiously before returning to his initial energetic approach—eye smile and bounce and all. “Hi! I’m Jimin!”

“Yoongi.” The other man supplied curtly.

“Welp, you promised me last night before this whole shit-ass show happened.” Taehyung clapped his hands. “And to think I only reserved a table for three god damn it.”

“What?” Y/N asked, backing from Tae a little and taking Jungkook’s hand. “Where are we going?”

“You promised to take me to Jin-hyung’s restaurant, remember?” Taehyung shrugged. “I got a chair for the punk—”

“I’m not a punk, I’m an agent.” Jungkook whined, showing the Jungkook Y/N never forgot.

“the punk. I think we can add more chairs, whatever.” Taehyung said, shrugging. “Not like Jin-hyung has a choice.”

“What?”

“I bullied him into reserving us on-the-spot while he drove me here,”

“While he what?”

“Oh, Jin-hyung is here.” Jungkook smiled, as Y/N pulled his hand. “You know Jin?” “Yeah, he’s nice to annoy. Used to do it at the café, he hated making chai tea so…” Jungkook shrugged.

Taehyung gasped and held his hand out. “That’s why I order it!”

Jungkook and Taehyung conversed before Taehyung inevitably dragged and enthusiastic Jim and a lazy Yoongi to agree in going to get food.

The tuxedo-clad man exited the interrogation room with a brief not to the girl, who stood behind everyone as Jungkook and Taehyung told the two others about Jin’s cooking.

“So, this is your family now, Ms. L/N,”

Y/N’s eyes trailed over to Jungkook who started to loudly complain about Yoongi to Jimin, smiling softly. “So it seems.”

“Are you willing to do what you must to protect it?”

Y/N’s eyes darted over to Jimin’s thin shirt raising up to reveal a hidden holster behind his baggy shirt, to Yoongi, whose hands seem to ready to reach up for the holster you knew full-well was in his coat.

Then there was a relaxed Jungkook, who still seemed alert and on-guard with flitting eyes, and finally—An innocent Taehyung, the representation of the people you need to protect.

“Babe, come on. Jin-hyung is angry for waiting,” Jungkook snorted.

“Let’s stop by the convenience store and make him wait longer,” Taehyung chortled, to which Jungkook and Jimin easily agreed to.

Y/N nodded with a soft smile, looking over at the man to take the holster and pistol offered to her.

“Whatever it takes.”

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