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finnsbubblegum · 1 year

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Try (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: I choose not to use warnings to avoid spoilers.

Summary (Series): You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight. But he felt insecure.

Summary: Pov: you and Joel tried to conceive a baby.

Words count: 1.6k

A/N: This is part 7 for I Don’t Deserve You series. But it can also be read as a standalone. Hope you like it!

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Since that night when Joel told you he loved you, he asked you to move in with him. You said yes and now you lived with Joel and Ellie under the same roof. You got along with Ellie as both a mother figure and a friend. You woke up in the morning and checked the calendar. You realized you hadn’t got your period. Your period was always regular but this time you were late. You found Joel who was still sleeping.

“Joel..” You shook him gently.

“Hmm?” He was still half-asleep.

“We need to talk.”

“What is it?” He got up and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m late.”

“Okay. I’ll get the horse and ride there with you.” He thought you were late to work.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant.” You shook your head.

“Then what is it?” He was confused.

“My period. I should have gotten it a week ago. I’m never late so it must be something.” Your breathing got heavy.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll ask Maria if we can get a doctor to check on you.” He rubbed your arms to calm you down.

“If-if you’re pregnant, do you want it?” Joel suddenly asked you.

“I’m scared but I’ve always wanted to have kids and be a mom.”

“Then you have nothin’ to be worried for, okay? I’m here for you. It would be great to have a mini me or mini you running around the house. I’m sure they’ll be cute.” He comforted you.

“Mini you. I want a boy.” You chuckled.

“Anythin’ you want darlin’.” Joel kissed your forehead.

The next day, you suddenly felt cramps on your lower stomach. You went to the bathroom and found out you got your period. You were disappointed. You were already excited with the thought of being pregnant and having a baby with Joel but now it turned out that your period was just late. You weren’t pregnant.

You came home cranky. You were in the kitchen when Joel got home.

“Hey, I asked Maria and got you a doctor. She said she’ll help us make an appointment.”

“Tell her to cancel it.” You didn’t even look at him.

“What?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Just tell her to cancel the appointment.” You raised your voice.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Joel noticed you were in a bad mood.

“Nothing. Just PMS-ing.”

“I thought-”

“I guess I’m just late.” You scoffed.

“I’m going to bed.” You went your way to the bedroom and left Joel there.

After Joel took a shower, he joined you on the bed.

“Does it hurt?” He cared about you.

“Hmm.” You replied coldly.

“Here?” He moved his hand slowly to your lower stomach. You nodded.

Joel slipped his hand under your underwear and gently rubbed your lower stomach warming it. His hand were warm and his movements were loving. You liked it.

“Feels good, Joel.” You mumbled.

He kissed your shoulder and kept warming your stomach until he fell asleep. But you couldn’t fall asleep. You kept thinking about the fact that you were not pregnant. You slowly moved Joel’s hand from your stomach and went inside the bathroom. You sobbed. Trying not to make any sound to avoid waking Joel up.

Joel stirred in his sleep moving his arm to spoon you but you weren’t there. He opened his eyes and looked around. Then he heard your cries. He walked to the bathroom and slowly opened the door. You raised your head to look at him. Your eyes were red and swollen. Face was wet with tears. You’ve been crying for hours.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Joel crouched and tucked your hair on your ear.

You just shook your head.

“Talk to me.” He sat beside you on the floor.

“I’m sorry.” You cried.

“For what?” He still didn’t get it.

“You wasted time looking for a doctor. We got excited to have a baby. And now it turns out that I’m not pregnant.” You explained while you sobbed.

“It’s not your fault, baby.” He cupped your cheeks.

“But-”

“Look, we both got excited and it didn’t happen. But if it’s something that you want, what we really want, we can always try. I’d do anything for you.” He wiped your tears.

“Do you want to?” Your cries were calming down.

“Do you?” Joel asked you.

“I want to, Joel.”

“Then let’s do it.” He gave you a kiss.

You were never married to him publicly. But you exchanged vows with him in front of Tommy, Maria, and Ellie. Since then, you and Joel had been trying for a baby.

“Don’t do that. It hurts.” You stopped Joel from touching your breasts and playing with your nipple.

After a few months of trying, you were finally experiencing pregnancy symptoms. You were more tired than usual. You were having breast pain and your breasts got bigger and swollen. But you didn’t want to tell Joel, you needed more symptoms to make sure. You didn’t want to be given false hope like what happened before. Until a few more weeks, you realized you had gained weight and started to have morning sickness. One morning, you had just woken up and you ran to the bathroom to throw up. Joel found you crouching on the toilet and he helped you hold your hair up.

“Baby, I think you’re pregnant.”

“I don’t know, Joel. I’m scared to find out. I don’t want to let you down like last time.” You shook your head.

“But I think this time you’re really pregnant.” He gave you validation.

“Let’s just wait for a few more weeks.” You didn’t want to go to a doctor to check.

“Okay.” Joel didn’t want to pressure you.

You went about your days like usual, went to work and taught kids. You were always excited to go to work but these days you were so tired and ran out of energy. You had bad nausea and vomiting. You were throwing up a lot and you couldn’t keep food or drink down. So you skipped your meals and you were dehydrated.

“So..when the-when-..” You felt dizzy while you were writing something on the blackboard.

Everything went black. You fainted.

“Where is she?” Joel was panting.

“She’s there. She fainted but she’s okay. Do you know that she’s pregnant?” The doctor asked Joel.

“I was suspecting it. But she kept denying.” Joel told the doctor.

“Well, congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. I gave her an IV. She’s dehydrated.”

“Thank you.” Joel thanked the doctor and ran to you.

“Hey.” Joel rubbed your upper arm.

You were laying down on the hospital bed.

“What happened?” You opened your eyes slowly.

“You fainted. You’re in the hospital now. You’re okay.” Joel stroked your hair.

“Am I sick?” You rubbed your eyes.

“No, baby. You’re pregnant.” He smiled as tears welled up in his eyes.

“What? You sure?” You propped yourself to sit.

“Yes, yes. The doctor just told me.” Joel wiped his tears.

“Oh my God. Joel..” You jumped and hugged him tight.

“We’re having a baby.” You cried.

“Yes, baby. We’re gonna be parents.” He kissed you.

You stopped working since you found out you were pregnant because you were weaker and your doctor advised you to get more rest and not overwork yourself. So you had been spending a lot more time at home. You learned how to crochet and made baby clothes. You got needy since you were pregnant and you always cried when Joel went on patrol. So Joel asked for less turn on patrolling so he had more time to spend with you at home. He helped you a lot throughout your pregnancy.

People were starting to notice your protruding belly and you realized everyone was staring and whispering when you and Joel walked around in town. Ellie would yell “What are you looking at?!” at them whenever someone was staring at you. Ellie loved you. She saw you as her mother and she was also excited to have a sibling. You used to not care about them but you had been crying all night when you got home. You blamed the pregnancy hormones.

“Baby..” Joel massaged your legs. He couldn’t watch you cry.

“I’m sorry. It’s the hormones.” You sobbed.

“Don’t listen to what people say. They’re stupid.” Ellie tried to comfort you.

“I know.” You nodded.

“What did the grape say when it got crushed?” Ellie was using her puns to make you feel better.

“What?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“What did the grape say when it got crushed?” Ellie repeated.

“I don’t know.” You were too focused on finding the answer and you started to forget why you cried.

“Nothing, it just let out a little wine.” Ellie chuckled.

You and Joel laughed.

“That was good, kiddo.” Joel stroked Ellie’s head.

“Thanks, Ellie.” You smiled at her. She put on a proud face.

“Oh!” You gasped.

“What is it?” Joel turned to you.

“It just kicked.” You chuckled.

“Where?” Joel was trying to find where the baby kicked.

“Here.” You moved Joel’s hand to your belly. Joel rubbed it.

Ellie came closer to look.

“Can I-” Ellie looked at you.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took her hand and put it on your belly. The baby kicked again.

“Whoa! That’s weird.” Ellie was amused at the feeling.

“Can’t wait to meet you little guy.” Ellie whispered.

“We don’t know if it’s a boy.” Joel wanted a girl.

“We don’t know if it’s a girl, too.” Ellie insisted.

Joel squinted his eyes to Ellie and Ellie did the same. You threw your head back and laughed.

To be continued…

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fanfictionalraven · 1 month

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Piece by Piece Pt. 7

Title: Piece By Piece Pt. 7

Summary: Dean’s first attempt at a “normal” day with the reader and their daughter.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Original Characters

Word Count: 4,425

Warnings: Implied smut

Author’s Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 6 here.

**Buzz Buzz Buzz**

You reach over quickly, trying to silence your alarm before it wakes Dean up too. He groans and you feel him shift in the bed next to you. Too late. Sitting up, you look down at him. He glances over at the alarm clock then up at you.

“Does that say 4:00?” He asks, his voice thick with sleep. You laugh lightly as he rubs his eyes.

“Afraid so. I have to be at the hospital by 6:00,” you tell him. His face scrunches up in disgust before he reaches over, running a hand across your back.

“What time do you get off?” He asks.

“Four. I’m usually home by 4:30. Now go back to sleep. You can get another hour or so,” you tell him. He shakes his head, sitting up too.

“I’m good. I can stay up,” he says. You let out a laugh and lean over, pecking his lips quickly.

“Go back to sleep, Dean. I’m just gonna be in the bathroom. Shower. Hair. Make up,” you say, pushing on his shoulder. He grabs your hand and pulls you into another kiss, this one slower and deeper. You smile and pull away. “Don’t start. I don’t have time.”

“I can be quick,” he murmurs, kissing along your neck now. You laugh lightly and push on his shoulder again.

“Later,” you tell him. He sighs and nods, falling back into the pillow. You lean over him and press a quick kiss to his lips, drawing a smile out of him.

Dean watches you roll out of bed, his t-shirt barely covering your bottom as you walk over to the bathroom. He runs a hand over his face before throwing the bedspread off of himself. Dressing quickly in jeans and one of his grey t-shirts, he leaves the bedroom.

He stops across the hall and peeks into M.K’s bedroom, finding her still fast asleep. He can’t help but smile before going down to the kitchen. You’d told him that you normally don’t have time to fix and eat breakfast so Dean takes it upon himself to help.

You come down the stairs about an hour later and find Dean flipping pancakes. You smile as you watch him move around your kitchen, like he’d always been there. He looks up and smiles when he sees you standing in the doorway.

“I told you to get some more sleep,” you say as you walk over to the coffee maker. The pot was already full of fresh, steaming liquid life.

“I know you did. Wanted to make you breakfast though,” Dean says. You smile as you fill your travel mug.

“That’s sweet but I don’t have time to sit down and eat,” you tell him, turning back towards him. He points to something wrapped in foil sitting on the counter next to him.

“Breakfast burrito. Eggs, bacon, sausage. All wrapped up and ready to go,” he says, flipping another pancake. You stare at the aluminum foil wrapped burrito. It was such a simple gesture. Anyone else would have probably overlooked it but to you it meant everything. Dean was trying to take care of you, provide for you. You set your mug down on the counter then walk over to Dean. He looks at you when you reach his side and smiles widely. Taking his face in your hands, you press a soft kiss to his lips. It isn’t much, just a gentle peck. When you pull away, you’re fighting tears.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He smiles again then kisses your forehead.

“You gotta get going,” he says. You nod and go out into the front hall for your jacket.

“Are you sure you can handle her?” You call to him. His laugh echoes through the hall.

“I’ve got this, Y/N,” he says. You make your way back into the kitchen, pulling your hair out of your jacket. “Wake her up at 5:30. Turn the light on and pull the blanket off of her or she won’t get up. I’ve already got breakfast ready for her. Then she bathes herself and brushes her own teeth and dresses herself. Leave for school at 7:30 and drop her off at the door. Pick her up at the same spot at 2:50. Easy.”

“M.K. come on!!” Dean calls up the stairs. Sam chuckles from the kitchen table and Dean shoots him a glare. Easy, sure. Turns out getting a ten-year-old girl ready for school was most definitely not easy.

It had taken him 20 minutes to get her out of bed and by then her pancakes were cold. Once he’d gotten them reheated, she took her slow sweet time eating. Then she had taken an extra 10 minutes in the bath, doing God only knows what. She’d finally gotten into her room to get dressed with only five minutes to spare before they were supposed to leave and that was 15 minutes ago. She was going to be late the first time Dean ever took her to school.

“Mary Katherine, if you don’t get down here right now,” Dean stops, unsure of what threat to make. Sam laughs again as he takes a sip from his mug.

“You’re doing great,” he tells him. Dean rolls his eyes and starts up the steps. The door to M.K.’s room swings open and she takes a step into the hallway. Dean looks her over quickly. She’s dressed but her hair is still dripping onto her shoulders.

“Why is your hair still wet??” He asks. She frowns at him quickly.

“Tina always dries it for me!! I don’t know how to use the hair dryer!!” She says. He stares at her then nods slightly. They walk into the bathroom together and he lifts her up onto the counter. She picks up the hair dryer and holds it out for him. He stares at it for a moment.

“I kill monsters for a living. I can do this,” he tells himself before taking it from her. He locates the ON button quickly. Turning it on, he aims it at her y/h/c locks. She giggles then holds a hairbrush out for him too.

“Tina brushes it at the same time,” she says loudly. He nods and takes the hairbrush, gently running it through her hair as he holds the dryer to it as well. In just a few minutes, he manages to get her hair dry. “Can I have pigtails today?” She asks once he turns off the dryer. He narrows his eyes at her and she pouts quickly.

“Oh we have got to break you of that,” he says, picking up the hairbrush again.

Another five minutes later, the two rush down the stairs. Sam looks at his niece’s lopsided pigtails and fights a laugh. Dean helps her into her backpack then hands her a lunchbox. She hugs Sam quickly before they run out to the car. Dean glances at his watch as he starts the car. They had less than 10 minutes before she’d be late. He makes sure she’s fastened into the seat before throwing the car in gear.

They arrive at the school at 8:01 and Dean lays his head against the steering wheel. One red light. If he’d managed to catch just that one red light in time she wouldn’t be late. He just knew you were going to kill him when you found out. M.K.’s hand comes to rest on his arm and he looks at her.

“You have to sign me in,” she tells him. He frowns and nods before they both get out of the car. Her hand slips into his as they make their way up to the school doors. M.K. leads him inside and to the office. The secretary glances up and Dean frowns at the disapproval in her face. She points to a clipboard on the desk and Dean looks down at it. TARDY SLIP. He sighs then fills it in quickly with M.K.’s name, grade, teacher, his name, and the reason they’re late. The secretary takes it from him and starts to type in the computer. She frowns then looks up at him.

“You can’t sign her in,” she tells him. He stares at her in disbelief.

“Why not?” He asks. She rolls her eyes, sliding the clipboard back onto the desk.

“Because you aren’t on her list,” she says, turning her attention back to the computer screen. Dean closes his eyes for a moment, fighting the anger building up.

“Her list?” He asks. She sighs and turns back to face them.

“Her list of people who are approved to sign her in or out or pick her up. Y/N Y/L/N, Lily Johnson, and Tina Johnson. Those are the only people on her list,” she explains, her tone condescending. Dean’s jaw clenches.

“Well I’m her father and I’m here to drop her off. I’ll be here to pick her up today too,” he says. The secretary shakes her head quickly.

“You can’t pick her up. You aren’t –,”

“On her list. I heard. Listen,” Dean’s eyes fall to the nameplate on her desk before he leans in towards her. “Debra. I’ve had a really rough morning. Nothing has gone right. So please. Let me sign her in just this once and pick her up this afternoon and this won’t happen again.” Debra leans towards him now.

“You aren’t on her list,” she says before turning back to the computer again. Dean stares at her then stands up straight. He looks down at M.K. and sighs as she looks between them anxiously.

“How can we fix this quickly so she can get to class?” Dean asks. Debra rolls her eyes again then picks up the phone. She dials a number and waits as it rings.

“Y/N Y/L/N please. – Mrs. Y/L/N? – Yes, this is Debra Ecker from the school. I have a man here with your daughter. He’s trying to sign her in late but he isn’t on her list.” She looks up at Dean, her eyes full of judgment. “I see. – Well I didn’t realize.” Her face changes, embarrassment crossing it quickly. “I’m sorry. – Yes ma’am,” she says before hanging up. She looks at her computer and quickly types something in. “What’s your phone number?” She asks. Dean relays the number to his main phone to her and she types it into the computer. A second later, a slip prints off and she slides it across the table to M.K. “Give that to your teacher.” She looks up at Dean. “You’re on her list now.” Dean smirks slightly then looks down at M.K.

“Have a good day,” he tells her. She bites her lip and looks at her shoes.

“Will you walk me to class?” She asks. Dean looks up at Debra. She slides a visitor’s sticker across the desk to him, not meeting his eyes. He sticks it to his chest and allows M.K. to lead him out of the office and down the hall. She’s practically skipping and he shakes his head, laughing.

“Excited?” He asks. She giggles and nods, stopping at a closed door. He looks down at her, expecting to say goodbye here but she opens the door and drags him in, his eyes wide. The teacher, Ms. Little, is standing in front of her room full of students. She stops mid-sentence and looks over.

“M.K.?” She asks, glancing at Dean. M.K. stands next to Dean and cuts her eyes at the rest of the class.

“This is my dad, Ms. Little,” she announces loudly. Dean scratches at his jaw, shaking his head in disbelief. She was showing him off. Ms. Little steps forward, smiling widely.

“Really?” She asks. Dean smiles at her and nods, sticking his hand out.

“Dean Winchester,” he says. She shakes his hand and looks him over.

“M.K. talks about you all the time,” she says. He shrugs slightly. “She didn’t mention how handsome you are though.” Dean’s eyes widen slightly and he stammers. M.K. looks up at her quickly.

“He took Momma on a date the other night and they sleep in the same bed now,” she says. Dean stares down at her as giggles spread through the classroom quickly.

“Well – ummm,” he stops and clears his throat. “On that note, I think I’ll leave. Have a good day, M.K. I’ll see you this afternoon.” He turns for the door, somehow embarrassed in front of a room full of children.

“Wait!!” M.K. calls out. He stops and looks back at her. She runs to him and he drops down into a squat.

“What is it, kid?” He asks. She throws her arms around him in a tight hug quickly. He smiles and returns the embrace before pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “Alright. Go on.” She smiles and runs to the empty desk at the front of the room. Dean smiles politely at Ms. Little, finding her a shade pinker.

He gets back to the house a little bit later and finds that Sam has moved from the kitchen table to the living room couch. His laptop is open in his lap. He looks up as Dean falls onto the couch next to him with a heavy sigh.

“What took so long?” Sam asks. Dean shakes his head before laying it back on the back of the couch.

“Had to call Y/N and have her put me on M.K.’s list so I could sign her in. Then M.K. decided she needed to show me off to her class,” he explains. Sam laughs and shakes his head. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing important,” he says before closing the laptop. Dean nods and closes his eyes as Sam looks over at him. “How are you handling Dad-life?” Dean snorts a laugh.

“I’ve been up for four and a half hours and I’m exhausted,” he says. Sam smiles and shakes his head. Dean sits up and looks at him. “But I gotta be honest, Sammy, the hug she gave me before I left made everything worth it.”

“Awwww,” Sam says, trying not to laugh. Dean rolls his eyes and leans forward, grabbing the remote.

“Shut up,” he says. Sam laughs now and shakes his head. He sets his laptop down on the coffee table then leans back on the couch as Dean turns the TV on.

“In all seriousness, you got a couple of great girls, Dean,” he says. Dean smiles and nods, watching some morning talk show on the TV. His mind drifts back to earlier in the morning.

“I made Y/N breakfast this morning and she acted like I’d paid off her house,” he says, looking over at Sam. He nods slightly then shrugs.

“She isn’t used to being taken care of I guess,” he says. Dean nods as he ponders this. He jumps to his feet quickly.

“Well, she’s gotta get used to it,” he says. Sam watches him turn and go up the stairs. He rises and follows him, stopping in the door of your bedroom.

“What’s that mean?” He asks. Dean comes out of the bathroom with your full laundry basket in his arms. “You’re doing laundry now?” Dean looks at the basket then shrugs.

“She’s raised my kid for 10 years on her own. A little laundry and dinner is the least I can do,” he says. Sam stares at him, stepping aside as Dean starts down the stairs.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” He asks. Dean glances over his shoulder at his brother.

“Loving what? Pick that up, will ya,” he says, eyes falling to a sock on the steps. Sam follows him, picking up the item that had fallen from the basket.

“This normal stuff. You were just saying two days ago that you didn’t think you could do it and now look at you. Cooking breakfast and doing pigtails and washing laundry. I told you you wanted this,” he says, a big goofy grin on his face. Dean rolls his eyes as he starts to throw the clothes in the washing machine.

“I’m not stupid, Sam. I know we’re in the middle of something big. But worrying about how high the left pigtail is in comparison to the right one is so much nicer than worrying about the freakin’ apocalypse,” he says. Sam smiles and shakes his head, staring at his brother sorting laundry like he did it every day.

“Well – maybe once we stop the apocalypse – you can come back. Stay with them on a more permanent basis,” he suggests. Dean laughs lightly and shrugs.

“Maybe,” he says, hiding a smile. “Now get out of here. Y/N probably doesn’t want you seeing her – ugh – unmentionables.”

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You can’t help but smile as you pull into the driveway. Dean had moved his car. Since he and Sam had been staying, he’d been parking on the side of the road. You’d tried to convince him that he could actually park in the driveway and today was the first day he had. That was a really good sign.

You leave your car parked behind his and head into the house. An aroma meets you at the door as you step inside. It was a good smell, spicy. You set your purse by the door and shrug out of your jacket.

“Hello?” You call out.

“Momma’s home!!” You hear M.K. shout from the kitchen. You step around the corner and smile widely. She’s sitting at the table next to Sam, her homework in front of her. Dean is standing at the stove. He looks over and smiles widely.

“Hey!! Hope you don’t mind,” he says, nodding towards the pot he’s stirring. You shake your head slightly, smiling. M.K. jumps down from her chair and runs over, hugging you tight.

“You have a good day?” You ask, looking down at your daughter. She grins and nods.

“Daddy took me to school and he met my class!!” She tells you, her eyes shining bright. You nod your head, biting back tears. Her smile falls quickly. “Momma, what’s wrong??” She asks. You shake your head quickly.

“Nothing, Sweetie. Go finish your homework,” you tell her before leaving the kitchen. You go up the stairs quickly, trying to hold back the tears until you’re alone. Rushing through your bedroom and into the bathroom, you stop short. The laundry basket in the corner, that you distinctly remember being very full this morning, is now empty. You turn to the sink, needing a splash of cold water and freeze. It wasn’t dripping. It always dripped. Since the day you’d moved in, the sink in your bathroom had dripped incessantly night and day.

The sobs overwhelm you as you lean against the counter. Two strong hands come to rest on your shoulders. Dean turns you to face him and wraps you in his arms tight, rubbing your back soothingly. You bury your face in his chest, allowing yourself a few minutes to cry.

Eventually, your sobs subside. Dean presses a kiss to the top of your head before you pull away from him. He reaches up, wiping your cheeks dry with a tender smile on his face.

“If I’d known you were so attached to the leaking faucet, I would have left it,” he says. You let out a laugh and shake your head, dropping your eyes to the tear stains on his shirt.

“What all did you do?” You ask. He shrugs his shoulders and you look up at him again, raising an eyebrow. He sighs and lifts you with ease onto the counter behind you.

“Laundry, folded and put away. A little plumbing. Noticed you were running low on some grocery essentials so I went and got those. Also picked up the stuff to make Bobby’s famous chili,” he tells you. You shake your head again, your arms coming to rest on his shoulders.

“You didn’t have to do all that, Dean,” you say. He smiles and moves to stand between your knees, pulling you closer.

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to. I want to take care of you and M.K. I won’t be around all the time so let me take care of you while I am here,” he says. You nod and stretch up, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” you tell him. He smiles a little more and leans in, kissing you again. His lips move against yours expertly as his hands slip under the edge of your shirt. You pull away with a gasp and shake your head. “M.K. and Sam are just downstairs.” His smile turns into a smirk as he lifts you off the counter, keeping you pressed tight against him.

“Then you better be quiet,” he says, carrying you back to the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed making you laugh. Your hand flies over your mouth and Dean shakes his head, smiling as he crawls onto the bed. His lips connect with your neck, kissing and nipping gently at the sensitive spot he’d found your first night together. One of his hands slowly comes under your shirt, ghosting across your stomach. You arch up into his touch as his hand continues to move up until he cups one of your breast through your bra.

You’re so overwhelmed you almost miss the gentle knock at the door. You push on Dean’s shoulders quickly as the door starts to open. He rolls over the wrong way, landing on the floor with a loud thud. You sit up quickly and look down at him as M.K. steps into the room.

“Momma, are you – Daddy, why are you on the floor?” She asks, looking at Dean curiously. He blinks then looks up at you.

“Ummm,” he starts. “I was – just – ummm – looking for something.” He jumps to his feet and straightens out his shirt. You bite back a laugh and look at M.K. again.

“What is it, Sweetie?” You ask. She looks back at you then walks over to the bed, pulling herself up onto it too.

“You looked like you were going to cry. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she says. You smile at her softly. She had such a sweet, loving nature. You knew where she got it from, although he’d probably say it was from you. You hold your arms open for the young girl. She crawls into your lap and you wrap your arms around her tight, kissing her hair.

“I’m great. I was just so happy I couldn’t hold it in,” you tell her. She smiles and nods before looking at Dean as he sits on the bed next to you now. She looks back up at you quickly.

“I was late for school this morning,” she says. You laugh lightly and nod, looking at Dean.

“I know. Did we have trouble getting up this morning?” You ask. Dean smiles sheepishly and shrugs.

“I can’t really blame her. I’m no morning person myself,” he says. You laugh again and look down at M.K. as she pulls on your sleeve.

“Ms. Little said Daddy was handsome but I told her that he took you on a date and that you sleep in the same bed so she shouldn’t want to date him now,” she tells you. Your eyes widen as you stare down at her. “And Uncle Sam is helping me with my homework. Daddy said Uncle Sam’s smart cause he went to Stanford. That’s a college for really smart people. I’m gonna go there just like Uncle Sam did.”

“Stanford, huh?” You ask. She grins and nods. “You should keep working on that homework then.” She nods again and jumps off the bed before running from the room. You watch her go then look at Dean. “Did she really tell her teacher that we’re sleeping together?” You ask. His cheeks turn a little pink as he nods. You run a hand across your forehead then sigh. “I guess I should be grateful. Marcie Little is quite attractive herself,” you say, looking back at Dean. He rolls his eyes before moving on top of you again.

“I wouldn’t know,” he says, quickly returning his attention to your neck once more. You laugh lightly, closing your eyes.

“No?” You ask. You feel his lips move from your neck and you open your eyes to find his bright green ones boring down into yours. His entire demeanor has shifted from playful to absolutely serious and for a moment you wonder if you’ve said something wrong.

“I’m not looking anywhere else,” he says, his words full of commitment and honesty. You can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face. You push against his shoulder gently and he takes your cue, rolling onto his back. You move over him quickly, straddling his hips. Leaning down, your give him a soft, tender kiss.

“I know, Dean,” you tell him, your voice soft. He smiles and stretches up to kiss you again. You quickly pin his shoulders to the bed before he can reach your lips. “And I want you to know – if our daughter tries to move to California when she graduates, I will kill you and Sam.” He stares up at you in confusion before a smirk breaks out across his face.

“You’re pretty sexy when you’re trying to threaten someone,” he says. You laugh and shake your head, leaning down into him again.

“Oh, that’s not a threat. It’s a promise,” you whisper before your lips meet his. His fingers thread into your hair as his lips move against yours hungrily. You pull away abruptly and make to move off of him when his hands grab onto your hips quickly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks. You smile down at him innocently.

“To wash the hospital off,” you tell him. His smirk returns and you can’t help but laugh, reading his mind. “Bobby’s famous chili might burn.”

“It’s on low plus Sam and M.K. are down there right beside it,” he says, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. You hum in response, relishing in the sensation of his calloused hands against your skin.

“You promise to behave?” You ask. He snorts as his hands run up your back and skillfully unhook your bra under your shirt.

“Not a chance in hell,” he says, pushing your scrub top and bra off in one quick motion.

“Good,” you tell him, rolling off of him quickly and running into the bathroom. You hear him laugh before his boots hit the ground, following you.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 8 here.

#fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #supernatural #spn #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #dad!dean #sam winchester

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lorenid · 11 months

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Sleeping Habits

Genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, idol chan

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: anxiety/insomnia topic, light suggestive lines

Summary: Two 20 something year olds that can fall in love, but can’t fall asleep

A/N: Happy 5-STAR Comeback Day! It’s my first official comeback and I’m celebrating by streaming while finishing this short one-shot that I’ve been putting off since April. I didn’t proof read this at all, please let me know about any errors. Anyways… I’m back on my self indulgence, bc the world inside my head is better than my real world anyways, might as well make it a good one. Fun fact (that only I care about, but I like to over share): My bias for Chan started as soon as I read that he was born 1 year minus a day apart from me. Enough about my delusions, this is also my first time writing about SKZ so here goes nothing.

You arrive home exhausted after a 12 hour shift at the hospital you work at, tossing your heels at the entrance of the cozy apartment you share with Chan.

“Honey, I’m home.” You say with a singing tone making your way to leave your belongings on the living room sofa so you don’t forget them the next morning. Checking the kitchen to put away some washed plates and glasses.

“Hey, baby. Did you have a good day?” You hear him shuffling around before you see him, wearing his usual black shirt, black basketball shorts and socks. He kisses the crown of your head, engulfing you into a back hug, hands gripping your hips. Quickly turning you around giving you a sweet gentle kiss before you can even open your mouth to say a word.

“Tiring but good, a lot of patients showed great progress today and that keeps me going. How about you, did you finish the track you were working on before I left?” You bend your arms to rub his back until your fingers squeeze his shoulders to release the tension moving along to the nape of his neck.

After almost a year of living together you’re used to his habit of waking up, saying good morning with his groggy voice, sealing his greeting with a kiss and heading straight to the studio. Because he can’t do anything else before revising the work he did the night before listening with a fresh mind to get his genius creativity flowing. You do your morning routine and put down the breakfast beside his work desk, worried that he’ll forget to eat for a while if he’s consumed by the music. Sometimes he’s so excited about a song that he rambles trying to explain all the details of the arrangement, accidentally making you sprint to leave for work to avoid being late. Everyday you’re tempted to stay for a little bit longer just to appreciate his sparkling eyes talking about his new endeavors.

“I did! I’ll share it with the kids tomorrow to get their feedback.” The kids aren’t really kids… well kinda. Since your relationship with Chan started they have teased him that if they could kick him out of they group they would just to have you as their leader. Specially Seungmin claiming that Chan is getting too old, even though you are closer in age to your boyfriend than him. But you wouldn’t dare to try to keep them apart, because they are his family and they have become yours too.

“That’s amazing, I know they’ll love it! I have noticed that you’ve been working really hard these past few weeks. So hopefully you can get some rest.” Now you’re clinging to him putting most of your weight on him and he has no choice but drag you around.

“Yeah I’m glad that is done. Honestly we both tend to overwork so much that when we have time for us we miss working, but when we are back to the routine we are exhausted.” The ultimate contradiction of you both being extreme perfectionists. He leans besides the fridge and you look up to him, his cute droopy eyes make you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm hug.

“I really want us to do better about relaxing for our own sanity. It’s a work in progress.” You lift your hands to caress his dimples and cheeks with your thumb.

“Speaking about that, should I make some tea and call it an early night?” He kindly offers, opening cabinets in search of mugs and the chamomile honey lemon tea packets.

“Yes please! I’ll get out of these clothes and get ready for bed asap.” You’re endeared by his thoughtfulness as he makes a warm tea for him, but sets aside yours adding extra honey and putting it in the fridge because if it isn’t sweet and cold you make faces of disgust just by tasting a drop.

“Do you need any help with that?” He checks you up and down with a cheeky smile, the clinking of the spoon swirling around the tea stopping for a brief second.

“Um that would jeopardize our mission, sir.” You say it with a lower voice, rolling your eyes playfully and watch as he blushes and his ears turn a little bit red.

“Oh… right.” He shakes his head as if he’s brushing away his suggestive thoughts.

After taking a long hot shower, you change into a sweatshirt and comfy shorts sitting in front of the vanity desk and mirror. The hue of the night lights around the room setting the mood of relaxation, Chan spent an entire day setting them up and cutely annoying you changing the colors every second. You hear the door slightly open while you’re brushing your hair to prevent the frizz, it will probably get tangled anyways, but just doing this little things give you comfort.

“What you doing?” He says softly peeking his head through the door, you turn and smile at him extending your arms signaling with your hands to come in.

“Just brushing this crazy hair, did you wash up already?” You sigh exasperated grabbing the tea he prepared.

“Yeah, I did before you came home.” He settles his mug besides yours as he quickly moves to the corner of the bed near you. Motioning to scoot closer to him and hand him the brush.

“You’re the best.” He treats you with the type of care that makes you fall in love over and over again.

“I’m not hurting you, right?” He asks, worry on his tone. Stopping to hear your answer before continuing, drinking the rest of his tea.

“Not at all, you’re really good at this actually.” You reassure him because he loves doing this for you is turning into part of his night time routine. He finishes, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the crown of your head as you sip the last drops.

A few minutes later after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you both slip under the blankets. Chan plays Pokemon while listening to his favorite playlist while you attempt to read a chapter of a book, but your mind always wonder to random things instead.

“You know what we need?” Your out of the blue excitement makes him jump a little, holding on to your wrists because you hit his arm playfully asking for attention.

“A rocking chair! Think about it, if its big enough we can both fit and take turns.” You start searching for them on the phone to show him different options.

“Am I completely missing the point or does this sound a bit… naughty?” He stares deep into your eyes cocking his head to the side.

“Get your head out of the guter! Its another technique to fall asleep we could try. When I was little my grandma used to hold me and I was out like a light after swaying for a bit.” You gently slap the side of his head as if that would solve anything and he laughs.

“Well, we can definitely try.” He stands up to turnoff the lights, getting back to the bed you pat the space in front of you to cuddle him. You wrap him in a hug crossing your arms on his back moving your hands to rock him a little as if you were on the rocking chair. He lets out a deep breath aligning his head with yours, welcoming the comfortable silence.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi niño tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your singing, but he doesn’t say anything worried that you’ll stop. It’s a famous Hispanic lullaby that at first was intended as a Christmas song about Jesus, but it passed down from generation to generation to help children fall asleep.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi Channie tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” You gently stroke between his eyes and down his nose with your pinky finger. He gives you a soft smile with his eyes closing like crescent moons when he hears his nickname.

“I’m not fair that I’m drifting away while you sing like an angel. I wish I could rush to the studio and record your voice so I can listen to it on loop when I’m away on tour and imagine that you’re there beside me.” He has confessed before that he struggles to find comfort in strange places like hotel rooms and sometimes the time difference doesn’t help with you whispering throught the phone to at least calm his racing heart.

“It’s a deal if you also record yours.” You have heard him before jokingly singing it to his members before they hang up and you can’t help but be a little bit jealous.

“Oh, do you actually mean right now? You love to put me in the spot, don’t you?” He says in surprise when you reach your phone finding the app and placing the phone in between your pillows next to his head. He’s too busy to notice that you already pressed the red button because he’s shuffling to press his hands to your sides under your sweatshirt.

“Of course I do, I won’t deny it and you lowkey love it.” You brush away the strands of hair that are sticking up and the ones that tickle you when he brushes his nose against yours before positioning your head below his craning his neck to be as close as he can to your phone.

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” He carefully places a hand covering your eyes, giggling under his breath when he feels your eyelashes fluttering.

“Know my love is all around.” His hands travel around your waist to hold you closer to his chest, you hear his heartbeat and try to breathe profoundly to slow down yours.

“Dream in peace, when you wake.” He sneaks a hand up to pet your hair, spreading his fingers to cover the back of your head, a deep breath escapes your lips.

“You will know I'm still with you.” He notices that your breathing is evening and slowly remove one from under your clothes to stop the audio recorder without startling you as he also feels himself drift.

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tadhgsstuff · 7 months

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hello fellow new moot, may I request anything fluff with ghost (if you write for him)?

heyy!! I can certainly try, Ive written for other fandoms but for cod I’ve only read so far, so I’ll do my best! I really needed smth to take me out of this writers block anyways so thank you very much for the request ^^ (this is gonna be pure fluff no suggestive things or anything, so no warnings, I’ve been sitting on the whole stressed out reader thing so thats why Im using it for this, but I have many many more ideas for ghost fluff specifically coming up!!)

ok long intro over

You’re sitting on the couch at home, doing some work.

Well, trying to. Right now you’re staring at the unrealistically bright screen, thats been subtly blinding you since the laptop opened hours ago, your eyes hurt, your head hurts, your brain is tired of thinking. You place your fingers on your temples and rub your head in circular motions. All of the sudden you feel two hands on your shoulders.

“Si’? I’m sorry I would’ve gotten up to say hi at the door, I didn’t hear you come in”

“It’s okay, love. How long have you been working?” he asks concerned, as he look at the bags forming under your eyes.

“A few hours”

“How many is a few?” he continues

You quickly check the time, “roughly 5” you say trying to stifle a yawn

“Alright, thats enough working for tonight.” He says before abruptly taking your laptop

“Why’re you all cuddly tonight?” you say as you attempt to take the laptop back

“You’re putting too much pressure on yourself. You need a break.” He says sternly

You fight the urge to argue with him and just let him put your stuff away, he quickly changes and sits down on the couch next to you.

“c’mere”he says quietly

you shuffle over to him and sit in his lap, you curl your legs up and lean your head against him as he runs his rough hands against your scalp softly, his other hand supporting your body.

“do you want to talk about it?” he whispers into your hair

you simply shake your head and say “Its okay, can we just enjoy each others presence for now?”

“Of course.” he goes back to working his hands into your skin, trailing around your body and getting every possible knot in your tense muscles, peppering little kisses around your face.

While this isn’t his usual demeanor, he’s okay with it because you are his home, his comfort, so he doesn’t mind being as affectionate as you need him to be. He loves being with you, being silent with you, being loud with you, as long as you’re there he loves whatever you’re doing, you soon both fall asleep intwined in each others arms on the couch, embraced in your combined warmth with the ambiance of your synced breaths.

(not proofread 😞 I am in fact very stressed with work right now so I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for! like I said before I so appreciate the request! Please comment and reblog and let me know if you want to be in the next taglist!)

@dudeitiskarev (for the divider!)

Do not steal or post my work on any other platform! Thank you!

(Taglist: comment if you’d like to be tagged!)

#ghost cod #ghost x reader fluff #simon riley x reader fluff #cod x reader #fluff #idk how to tag this #writing is hard #please request

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animeomegas · 1 year

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24 HOURS - CHAPTER 2

[Alpha!Reader X Omega!Kiba]

Summary: Having finished your 24 hour cycle with Neji, you were feeling optimistic about this whole drug induced hallucination/trip to the future. Although if yesterday felt a bit like a rollercoaster, today felt like free falling from a plane. GN!Alpha!Reader x Multi

Warnings: Talks of murder, some nudity. Nothing worse than the show, I think.

(Chapter 2 is finally out!! Woohoo!! Enjoy~ @omeganronpa)

Word count: 6.4k

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Epilogue

Unfortunately, the peaceful wake up from yesterday (did it even count as yesterday if it was an alternate timeline?) with the slow opening of eyes and returning to consciousness in a bed with the softest bedsheets you could imagine, didn’t want to make another appearance.

No, with this 24-hour cycle, the tone was set immediately when some kind of gremlin child jumped on you, crushing all the air out of your chest and abruptly rocketing you into consciousness.

You let out a little oof sound as you sat up, bedding falling around you. Automatically, you reached under your pillow for a kunai, but you were glad to find yourself empty handed when the face of a small child swam into clear view.

It took a few moments to realise what was happening, brief memories of cuddling with Neji lingering. The phrase you’d heard too many times decided to ring around your head again.

“You will have 24 hours with the seven people you could love the most and who could love you in return. Learn so that you may choose wisely.”

‘Yes, thank you, I’ve got it,’ you snapped inside your head, mentally waving the message away.

“Appa! It’s time to wake up!” the little boy on your lap demanded, little arms crossed seriously.

Belatedly, you realised there was a second child, who immediately started bouncing on your legs, clearly unimpressed by your dazed look. They looked about the same age, five or six years old, probably twins.

Your twins, you realised with a terrifying stomach lurch. Wasn’t that a weird thought?

“Oma told us to come get you,” the little girl said proudly, clearly happy with the responsibility or perhaps she just found glee in assaulting people awake. By the massive grin on her face, you had a sneaking suspicion that it was the second one. You also had a sneaking suspicion that the two familiar red markings on each of the twins’ cheeks gave away which one of your omega friends you were going to be spending the next 24-hour cycle with.

“Alright,” you said, trying to gain your bearings. “Go back to oma, I’ll be through in a moment.”

The twins bounced on you a few more times before running out of the room, shouting something to their not-so-mysterious oma and thankfully leaving you alone to gather your thoughts.

Right. You were in the second 24-hour cycle and along with a partner, you appeared to also have twin pups. That put extra pressure on you not to fuck this up.

Putting the pups to the side for a moment for your own sanity, you focused on the issue at hand: had you really hooked up with Kiba? He wouldn’t have been one of the people you expected to show up in this weird hallucination/trip to the future. Then again, neither had Neji.

Although now you were thinking about it, you could see it. He’d definitely been a feral child, but he’d really mellowed out over the past couple of years, from what you’d been able to see anyway. He’d bulked out, chilled out and he had a cute dog. Maybe himbos with dogs were your type and you just didn’t know it yet.

Theorising over your own romantic type completed, you got up before a second wake up call was sent and donned the dressing gown that was draped over the edge of your side of the bed.

The room itself had an incredibly different vibe to the room you’d fallen asleep in. If Neji preferred traditional minimalism and organisation, Kiba clearly preferred chaos. It was absolutely filled with things, kids’ toys, stacks of boxes, an overflowing wash bin and a large crib in the corner of the room.

Your heart jumped as you realised what you were looking at. Was there a baby?! Would you be expected to tend to the baby and take it through with you? Would forgetting the baby be an immediate red flag that you weren’t who you said you were?

No, stop, deep breaths. You didn’t even know if there was a baby in the crib yet because of the blanket covering the side you could see.

Slowly, you approached the crib, fingers crossed that it was empty. Five-year-old twins you could deal with, but an infant would quickly expose your lack of knowledge over parenting. You peeked over the top and were incredibly relieved to see that the crib was both empty and lacking a base, so presumably not currently in use. Thank kami for that.

Bullet dodged, you went to the door, stopping only for a moment to take a look at yourself in the mirror. You looked about the same age as yesterday’s version of you, but where you and Neji appeared interested in pups but waiting for the right moment, you and Kiba clearly didn’t agree with such methods.

“Appa!” a voice shouted from the other room.

Right, you had to go.

You followed the sound of voices and sizzling pans downstairs, but with each step, dread began to grow in your stomach. The number of voices you were hearing sounded like Kiba plus three others. Did you really have three pups? Already?

No, you figured out as you rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs. You didn’t have three pups, you had four pups.

The room you had walked into was open plan, with the kitchen, dining table and living room all being visible from where you stood at the bottom of the stairs. The ‘décor’ from the bedroom had been carried through to the rest of the house. There were dog toys and children’s toys mingled into a combined pile from which you couldn’t differentiate which was which, piles of books, even a box of what looked like miscellaneous weapons that appeared to have been placed at the very specific height of ‘the twins can’t reach’.

The boy in the kitchen, perhaps about nine or so, was stirring something on the counter, standing on a little stool so that he could reach. The man beside him was definitely, 100% Kiba, who was tending to a frying pan on the hob.

There was also a girl sitting in the living room, who looked just a tad younger than the boy, head buried in a thick book that she was halfway through. She had a larger than you remembered Akamaru cuddled up on her lap.

And of course, the twins you had met earlier were performing some kind of horrendous duet under the dining room table, a bottle of shampoo and a hairbrush acting as stand in microphones. Despite yours and Kiba’s obvious disregard for contraception, you were at least glad for the foresight not to provide them with real microphones.

You had four pups. Four.

Actually, scratch that, because as Kiba turned towards you, the wolfish grin he was known for on his face, he revealed his massive tummy.

Four and another one on the way… Hence the empty crib, you mind helpfully supplied.

Is this the version of your life where you go crazy from the loneliness and make it your sole goal in life to never be alone ever again?

“Babe,” Kiba grinned at you. He was wearing pyjamas too, like all the kids. At least you fit in. “I didn’t realise you were so wiped out from your mission, you’re normally up way before now!”

Before you could process that and think of a generic reply, Kiba walked towards you in big strides and grabbed your face, slamming his lips against your eagerly.

It was nothing like the comparatively innocent kiss you’d shared with Neji last night, no, this was passionate and fiery, the kind of kiss where no one’s tongue remained where it was supposed to.

The kiss stole all the oxygen from your lungs and all the thoughts from your brain. Kiba was incredibly warm under your touch. In fact, everything was warm. The vibes of the whole house were warm. You decided then and there, with Kiba’s tongue down your throat, that you’d rather had a warm but messy home over your boring, standard issue shinobi flat any day.

When he pulled away, you were left stunned, the only working brain cell you had left was desperately trying to keep you from actively drooling.

“Oma,” the oldest boy interrupted, knocking you back to reality. You looked over and the boy had moved his little stool and was now tending the pan that Kiba had a minute ago. “Breakfast is burning.”

…

You had somehow survived long enough to sit down and eat, even though it had been awkward attempting to find the cutlery draw and challenging to remove the twins (Your twins! How bizarre!) from under the table.

Other than that, though, you had to admire how smoothly Kiba pulled it off. You couldn’t imagine serving four pups breakfast every day was easy, but the twins were happily gobbling up their cereal, the older girl had sandwiches with the crusts cut off and the older boy had the same cooked breakfast that you and Kiba had. (Akamaru had a mix of dog and human food in his bowl which sat at the side of the table, of course.)

It hit you suddenly, amongst the chatter, that you were at a family breakfast. How long had it been since you had one of those?

It hadn’t occurred to you that this 24-hour hallucination/trip to the future could include pups, but in hindsight you should have probably considered it. It wasn’t bad, it was just… more pressure not to screw it up.

Like, you should presumably parent them, but you didn’t really know how. You watched as the twin girl obviously geared up to flick a piece of cereal at her older brother, unsure how to stop it.

“Akemi, eat your cereal, don’t throw it on Minoru,” Kiba said absently, throwing a piece of meat from his plate to Akamaru. Right, the girl twin was called Akemi and the eldest was Minoru. You definitely needed to remember that.

“I wasn’t doing anything!” the girl denied, pointing it at her twin. “It was Kaito! You’re getting us confused.”

“It was not me!” Kaito squawked indignantly. Okay, the male twin was Kaito. You just needed the elder daughter’s name, the one with the book, but she’d brought said book to the table and didn’t seem much interested in joining the conversation. Ah, scratch that, her bookmark had her name on it: Ichika.

So, it was Minoru, Ichika, Akemi and Kaito. Got it.

“I literally watched you, Akemi.”

“Did you though?” she grinned a grin very similar to her oma’s. “Can you prove it?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you little monster,” he ruffled her hair as she giggled. “Eat your cereal before I donate it to Akamaru.”

You also took Kiba’s advice and turned to your own food. It was different than Neji’s cooking, but definitely not bad. It felt hearty, like the kind of food you’d eat on return from a mission. Neji’s food was traditional and much lighter.

As far as which was better, free food was free food. If someone had lovingly cooked you breakfast, you weren’t going to start ranking it against other breakfasts. That would be rude.

It was only after you’d almost cleared your plate that you noticed that Kiba had barely touched his food and seemed to be playing with it more than anything, cutting it up and pushing it around to create the allusion that he was eating.

Kiba ‘I once challenged Naruto to a ramen eating contest, ate twelve bowls and then threw up in a hedge’ Inuzuka wasn’t eating his breakfast. How strange.

Kiba looked up at that moment and noticed you looking at him. He playfully kicked your foot under the table, clearly well practiced in its exact location, and mouthed ‘morning sickness’ at you. You winced in sympathy, figuring that morning sickness this late in the pregnancy was super unfortunate. He did look a little queasy now that you focused on him and his muscular arms, no that wasn’t helpful brain, stop it, but the second Minoru looked up at him, his grin was back in place as though nothing had ever been wrong.

He was hiding that he was feeling unwell from the pups for some reason. Automatically, you thought that he should get scented by his alpha, something which reduces morning sickness for pregnant omegas, only to belatedly realise that you were his alpha and you would have to be the one to scent him. You blushed red and tried to hide your face by taking a long drink from your glass. Yes, technically you had Kiba’s tongue in your mouth not long ago but scenting just felt a lot more… intimate. You started to imagine it for a moment but quickly had to stop lest an awkward problem arise, and you taint the memory of this delightful family breakfast.

“Appa, how did the baby get in oma’s tummy? Did he eat it?” Kaito suddenly asked, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

Just as you were starting to relax.

“Ah, well, you see,” you started, looking to Kiba for help. Like the arsehole he was, he simply snorted and said nothing. You had no idea what you’d told the pups already. They were only five, so they didn’t need details, but did you lie to pups this age about sex? “There’s a special thing that adult couple can do if they love each other very much, and sometimes that ends up in a baby growing.”

Kaito squinted his eyes at you for a moment.

“Adult things? Like alcohol and kissing?”

“Yes!” you agreed immediately, happy to put this behind you as fast as possible. “Exactly like alcohol and kissing, it’s super gross.”

Kiba lost it, cackling at full volume and setting off everyone at the table, even though most of them didn’t get the joke.

“Super gross,” Kiba agreed. “But only if you do it right.”

“Kiba!”

The rest of breakfast thankfully passed quickly and painlessly. You spent most of your time observing Kiba as that was what you were technically here for after all. He was a very attentive oma, you had to admit. He wiped faces, cracked jokes, cut up food and cleaned up spills, all while heavily pregnant and feeling sick. He had matured a lot from the young man you knew, but his personality was still there, shining brightly underneath the responsible actions. Sometimes it burnt brighter than others, like when he got into a rock, paper, scissors fight with Minoru over the last slice of toast and defeat him with tickles instead of rock, paper, scissors, only to give the last piece to Minoru anyway.

It was so nice to have breakfast with a group of people for once, especially people that loved you.

…

After breakfast, everyone had dressed and the pups had taken off to play outside and make the most of the summer weather, although Minoru had needed a little convincing to leave Kiba to do the chores while pregnant, only leaving when you had double pinkie promised to do most of it.

(“It’s summer!” Kiba had said. “We can handle the cleaning, go have some fun!”)

When the backdoor swung shut behind the last pup, Kiba let out a sigh of relief, immediately leaning against the kitchen counter and bringing a hand to rub his face. His whole demeanour changed completely in an instant.

“Are you alright?” you asked, moving over to him. “Still feeling sick?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I can’t wait for this morning sickness thing to fuck off, I can’t believe I’ve had it for like eight months.”

He sent a weak grin that was interrupted by a wince. It hurt to see your friend/mate in pain, so you opened your arms, offering him a hug in the hopes it’d make him feel better. He accepted enthusiastically, and although his bump made things a little difficult, he plastered himself to you as best as he could, nosing at the scent gland on your neck in a way that felt unfamiliar and ticklish, but not unpleasant.

As the nosing got more and more aggressive, you belatedly realised that he needed your scent to calm his nausea and you were just standing there doing nothing. Panicking at the thought of him thinking you were withholding help on purpose, you immediately unleashed a little bit too much of your scent.

Thankfully, Kiba didn’t seem to mind being metaphorically smacked in the face with a wall of your scent. He relaxed against you, still so warm, ridiculously warm in fact. Were all Inuzuka this warm or just Kiba?

“Thanks,” Kiba muttered against you, a powerful purr emitting from his chest as presumably his nausea subsided. “The last three pregnancies were nowhere this bad, but I guess one out of four isn’t bad odds.”

You laughed a little.

“I know some parents who would kill for odds like that, although I don’t know many that make it all the way to four.”

You felt his grin against your neck seconds before his teeth followed. You jumped a little at the affectionate bite.

“It’s annoying trying to hide it too,” Kiba continued after he’d removed his teeth from your flesh. “But Minoru has been so freaked out since he had that sex ed class at school. He’s convinced I’m gonna just drop dead the moment I go into labour, and I don’t want to stress him out more by making him think I’m sick.”

Ah, that was why he’d been hiding it.

“I thought he’d calm down once I explained that Inuzuka are built differently, that we’re safe when we give birth, but he’s still on edge and I think that’s what’s causing his nightmares, too. I just don’t want him to feel responsible for me or worried that my pregnancy is a ticking time bomb that ends in my death, y’know?”

“You really care about them a lot,” you said before your filter could stop you.

Kiba pulled out of your embrace and gave you a weird look. You flushed as you realised what you’d said and rushed to explain yourself. Kiba cut you off with a barking laugh, sounding a little like Akamaru.

“You mean my pups?” he asked playfully. “My pack? I care about them more than anything in this entire world and I’ll kill anyone who ever touches any of you, that’s a promise.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have found his promise of violence so hot, but you definitely did. If he said these sorts of things often, you could understand why you had so many pups now. And you’d spent all evening yesterday cuddling with Neji, so you didn’t even have the ‘lonely’ excuse to justify getting all hot and bothered.

“Ugh,” Kiba groaned, looking around the room and killing the mood immediately. “I know we promised that we’d clean yesterday, but do we have to?”

You snorted despite yourself, something which Kiba too offense to if the growl and the punch on the arm you received was anything to go by.

“Take a look around and you tell me,” you teased him, gesturing to a pile of dog treats that looked like they’d been co opted to play Jenga with.

“Fine,” he huffed. “But I have to keep stocking the birthing nest, so you can handle in here. Bye!”

“Wha-“

He was already gone before you could protest, his laughter echoing down as he darted up the stairs, too nimbly for someone that pregnant.

You shook your head, amused. Oh well, it would probably be good to have some alone time to clean and sort out your thoughts. A lot had happened over the last two hours after all.

…

About an hour and a half of cleaning later, four pairs of human feet and four dog feet came running back into the house, tracking mud over the thankfully not yet cleaned floor.

“Don’t run in the house,” you half-heartedly chastised, figuring that sounded like something a responsible parent would say.

“My idea is better!” Akemi said, ignoring you completely. “Yours is annoying!”

“No! Pillow fights are way better than lame movies! We watch movies all the time!” Kaito argued back.

They both turned to you simultaneously, fisting onto the bottom of your shirt, one standing on each side.

“Appa!” they both demanded. “Tell her/him my idea is better!”

You blinked at both of them, brain stalling, but you were distracted as you caught Ichika wincing at the shouting and covering her ears with her hands. You frowned in concern. You had noticed that she was a quieter pup that preferred books to people; she was probably at the end of her ‘chaos tether’ after an hour in the garden with the screeching twins.

“Alright,” you said, holding up a hand to stop the twins from making their respective cases for the afternoon entertainment. “Let’s keep the noise down a little, okay?”

Kaito opened his mouth to argue, but Kiba, who had just come to the bottom of the stairs interrupted him.

“There will be no pillow fights or movies right now, because you’re all covered in mud, so it’s bath time.”

“Oma!” they whined, letting go of your shirt and running to him instead. “There’s not that much mud! You’re unfair!”

Kiba only laughed at them.

“Right! You two first then, just for that, go upstairs.”

Minoru rolled his eyes at their actions and went into the kitchen and started cutting up some fruit as a snack before his bath. Ichika was sitting on the armchair now, but she still had her hands over her ears and her eyes shut. You could only imagine the noise that would come from bathing the twins, and you weren’t sure she’d appreciate it, even if the noise was muted and coming from upstairs.

“Babe,” the pet name slipped out without your permission but you pointedly ignored your blush and carried on. “Are you okay to handle bathing the twins alone? I think I need to take Ichika out for some quiet time.”

You watched as Kiba’s eyes dart over to her and his face softened.

“Of course, I can handle the twins,” he agreed. “They’ve got nothing on the kind of terror I was at bath time when I was their age, I’ve got this. Come on you two! March! Bathroom!”

“Can Akamaru come?” Kaito asked.

“No, he won’t fit in with both of you little gremlins, unless you’d rather get hosed down in the garden with Akamaru instead? We can do that.”

You quietly approached Ichika as the protests and arguments over having Akamaru join the twins in the bath continued behind you.

“Let’s go outside for a minute, sweetie,” you whispered, offering a hand that she quickly took.

“What if Akamaru just sat on the toilet, then can he come for bath time?”

You led her out the back door, the debate inside fading away as the door shut behind you. The garden was exactly as you’d expected it to be, a big open grass space for the human and canine pups to run around in, a little paddling pool in the corner, dog and children’s play balls littered around, a hose that was definitely part of the reason for the mud, a climbing frame and a casual seating and BBQ area at the very back. As you took in a deep breath of the Konoha summer air, you imagined the days you must spend out here, cooking food, laughing, maybe Kiba or your team and any of their pups would be there too, splashing around in the paddling pool or playing football.

You imagined all the details. The outfits, the food, the jokes, the little table at the back of the seating area that was definitely for alcohol. It was weirdly emotional to imagine being a part of that. Shino and Hinata would definitely come, as would Naruto, Sai and Sakura, you’d have to drag Sasuke of course, but that would be part of the fun. How many pups would you have between you all? If you and Kiba had five, there would probably be at least 8-10 pups in attendance.

It would be fun. But now, that seating area was going to be used for a different purpose. You led Ichika to one of the sofas and sat her down, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You imagined that she was probably somewhere between lonely from the lack of attention today and also overstimulated, so you decided against speaking and instead just held her to your side. It felt strangely natural considering she was basically a stranger to you, but you had instincts on your side. Regardless of your rational mind, your base line instincts knew she was yours and that you had to protect her and make sure she was okay. You were her appa for the next few hours and it was your job to make the hurt all better.

‘Was she even a real child though?’ you thought suddenly. She felt real under your arm, she breathed, she snuggled into you like a real child, she lowered her hands from her ears as she relaxed, just like a real child. But you hadn’t technically made the decisions that would make her yet and maybe you never would.

You pushed those thoughts down with a shake of your head. It didn’t matter because she was real now, the way she fisted her hand in your shirt was real and how she purred as you scratched the back of her neck was real. Even if she ceased to exist tomorrow, her pain and comfort mattered because she mattered, existentialism would help no one.

At that moment, she climbed properly onto your lap and buried her little head into your chest, the tiny pup purrs automatically forcing purrs from you in response. This was your pup, your instincts screamed, comfort her, love her.

You still didn’t speak, wanting to wait for her to do so first, but with this new angle, you could stroke her hair. The weight and warmth of her in your lap soothed your frayed instincts, but it wasn’t enough to calm your negative thoughts.

If you didn’t go for this life, you would never see Ichika again, or Minoru or Kaito or Akemi. They would simply cease to exist at some point tonight. Kiba would be there, and maybe he’d find someone else to give him these pups, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Ha, this 24-hour thing was more emotionally draining than you thought it’d be. It was physically draining too, being a parent of four and a partner to someone heavily pregnant. There would be many occasions, if you chose this life, where one child needed special attention at the expense of spending time with the others, just like now. It would be a massive responsibility having this many pups. Could you handle it? If you chose this life, could you be good enough for these pups, because they deserved nothing but the best parent.

Was the ‘full house’ style family even something you wanted? You thought for a minute, and while the version of you a couple of days ago would have probably shied away from such a thing, you could see it now, after living it for a bit. The laughter and the cuddles were constant and there wasn’t a second where your home wasn’t filled with love.

Ichika pulled away from your chest for a moment and looked up at you.

“Appy?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you read me a story tonight please?” she asked, shyly looking down. “Just me?”

You basically melted at her cuteness.

“Of course,” you agreed, despite knowing nothing about evening plans or bedtime routines. “What sort of story?”

“I like the one with the baker and the ninja solving mysteries together, it’s the yellow book on the tall shelf in my room.”

“Okay,” you agreed easily. You didn’t have to worry about choosing your future just yet, you still had more days to live. That was a problem for future you, present you needed to find that yellow book and also make sure Kiba had survived bath time with the terrible twins.

Unfortunately, you never did get to read her that story.

When the baths were done, watching a movie won the most votes for the late afternoon entertainment, so you had settled down as the time ticked on and the sky grew darker and soon it was almost time for bed.

Everyone was packing up the blankets and snack debris from the film when Kaito asked for a glass of water.

“Sure thing,” Kiba said, bopping him on the nose. “Wait here, I’ll get it.”

The room was quiet for a little while until you heard the faint sound of water droplets hitting the floor.

“Babe, can you make a clone to go and fetch my mum?”

“What?” you asked, baffled. He wanted you to get Tsume? You turned around to see Kiba standing in the Kitchen with suspiciously damp pyjama shorts and a puddle on the ground between his legs.

Your mind stalled as you realised what this meant.

“Seems like the baby finally wants to say hello.”

…

You tried desperately to keep a lid on your panic, but it was quickly boiling over despite your best efforts. Kiba was leading you towards a door in your bedroom that you’d previously assumed to be an ensuite, but it was clearly a nesting room.

His mother had just left with all your pups, overnight bags in hand, to look after them while Kiba gave birth. Poor Minoru had had a fit, demanding to stay with Kiba and crying his little heart out. In the end, Tsume had to carry him out of the door as he screamed for you and his oma. You could tell that it had put Kiba on edge, his instincts sending him mixed signals about what he should be focusing on.

So, you were trying not to upset him more by panicking. But, as he opened the door to the nesting room, you realised that you were absolutely panicking.

The nest was nice, very comfortable looking and stocked with all the supplies that you’d need, but it being nice didn’t stop you feeling like an imposter. Kiba was going to be incredibly vulnerable here and he deserved a real mate, not an imposter.

You tried to calm yourself down by remembering that this technically wasn’t real, and if it ever became real, you would be his real mate with actual helpful knowledge and experience. It didn’t help much because it certainly felt real enough to panic about, no matter what your rational mind decided.

Were you going to have to help him literally deliver the pup, you thought suddenly, heart racing. Kiba had said that Inuzuka pregnancies were different, easier, but how different? How much easier?

You stumbled into the nest after Kiba, just about managing to close the door behind you despite the mess you mind was in.

“Minoru will be fine,” Kiba said suddenly, probably misreading the cause of your panic. “He’s done this twice before and we both know I’ll be okay, and he’s got grandma there with him too.”

He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you.

“You’re right,” you said, taking a deep breath and sitting beside him. Kiba needed your support here. It wasn’t about you right now.

“Then let’s get started. I want to meet the little monster that’s been beating me up from the inside for almost a year.”

You snorted, panic abating for a second as the stressful atmosphere broke. Kiba was good at that; he could change the atmosphere of a place with only a sentence.

And then Kiba started stripping, pulling off his top and throwing it off into the corner of the nest before starting on the bottoms. Oh, you should have predicted that he’d want to be naked in his birthing nest.

Strangely tough, comparative to how flustered you’d felt when Neji had pulled his shirt off in front of you, even though you only saw his back, it didn’t feel strange. I mean, you had seen Kiba almost naked a few times already, he had almost no shame after all, but the panic and the fact that this nudity was linked to childbirth killed all sexual attraction. He wasn’t there for sex; he was there to give birth and it was only natural that he be naked while he did it.

When he was completely naked, Kiba curled up on his side, breathing deeply. He needed his mate, and for the moment, that was you.

…

“You’re alright, deep breaths,” you cooed at Kiba, spooning him from behind as he winced in pain. His contractions were getting more intense now. The first few hours had mainly been spent feeding him snacks and playing board games, but things were speeding up now. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m doing this for us, for our family,” Kiba panted, squeezing your hand. “I would do anything for our pack, for you, anything.”

One thing you’d learnt this evening was that Kiba was surprisingly romantic, in his own feral kind of way. You’d also learnt that childbirth was terrifying, but you’d been trying to ignore that fact because it wasn’t helping you focus.

“Anyone who tries to hurt us will be dead,” Kiba promised, a concerning glint in his eyes. “I’ll rip their throat out with my teeth, because I chose you, because my pups are parts of me, no one will hurt them. I won’t allow it!”

You growled appreciatively at his words; they were pulling on all of your possessive instincts.

“You wouldn’t have to, because I’d kill them first.”

“Psh, as if,” Kiba disagreed, flashing his teeth at you. “Me and Akamaru would get there first obvoiusly.”

You decided to let the omega in labour win the debate for the time being. You looked at the clock and saw that it was about 01:30 in the morning. You had no idea when you’d be switching to the next 24-hour cycle because it had happened in your sleep last time. As much as you had enjoyed your day with Kiba, and your various pups, you hoped that you switched soon, before the baby decided it was time to say hello.

You sent a quick mental plea to the mysterious fortune teller, asking that the next partner be a little more chill; you were going to need a serious break after this cycle.

Kiba tugged on your hand, pulling himself and you up into a sitting position.

“You need to give me more attention, I can’t settle,” he said bluntly, staring at you. “You’re being too stiff and don’t think I didn’t notice you still wearing your clothes. Is something wrong?”

Your heart jumped. Of course, you weren’t doing as good a job as his real mate must have done, even though you were technically the same person.

“Sorry, I-“ you struggled to think of an excuse. You picked the first thing you could think of. “I’m just worried about Minoru. I feel like I need to stay clothed so I can run to him at the drop of a hat if I need to.”

Kiba’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and he nodded, he seemed to understand thankfully.

“I get that,” he said, voice surprisingly quiet. “I hated to hear him cry like that and honestly, I was close to letting him stay, but he’s with family, he’s safe and I need to feel you properly. It feels wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised sincerely. “I didn’t realise.”

“You can apologise by taking off shirt at least.”

You chuckled but agreed to take off your shirt. At this point, you were happy to do anything that could make him feel better, to make up for being a cheap knock off of the person he deserved. It didn’t feel awkward and uncomfortable, not with Kiba.

When your top half was bare, you drew him into an embrace. His skin was even warmer than earlier, and softer than you realised now that he was pressed against you properly. Kiba went limp in your arms, nosing at your scent glands and running his hands all over your back. You shivered as his fingers ran over a particularly sensitive bit. The way he traced your body was intimate and you tried to return the favour.

“That’s better,” Kiba sighed, sounding much more relaxed now. He didn’t say anything else for a while, content to nibble and lick at your neck while you held each other. Every now and then he would pull back and steal a kiss from your lips as well.

You traced little patterns and phrases over his skin, and although Kiba made no move to say the phrases out loud, you knew he was focused on them, because he would bite if you said something nice and bite harder if you said something funny or off topic, like he was playfully chastising you for teasing him.

Kiba was fun, you realised suddenly. He was fun. You had laughed all day, in fact, your cheeks hurt from smiling, wasn’t that weird.

Eventually, the patterns and phrases died down as you got lost in your own thoughts and it was over an hour later that Kiba broke the silence.

“They’re getting super close now, the contractions. Maybe two or so minutes apart. We’re nearly there.”

You were going to have to accept the fact that you may very well have to deliver this baby somehow. Maybe you should ask Kiba to run through exactly what you should do, just in case.

“Kiba, I-“ your words cut off as a blinding pain in your head stole your ability to speak.

You pulled away from Kiba as the pain spread, burning behind your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kiba asked. His voice sounded close, but you couldn’t see him. Water, you needed water.

You crawled in the direction of the stash of water bottles, but you didn’t quite make it, collapsing as your arms gave out supporting your weight.

“Alpha?! Alpha?! What’s wrong?! What’s going on?!” Kiba’s voice was warbled and distorted to your ears, but he sounded distressed. You wanted to reassure him, but your tongue wouldn’t cooperate.

You forced your eyes open and were met with Kiba’s worried face hovering over you and a view of the clock. As the clock ticked to 03:00, everything went black.

Next chapter

#24 hour series #naruto #prose #alpha!reader #alpha reader #a/b/o #omegaverse #gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #naruto x reader #naruto hcs #hcs #scenarios #chapter

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ronn-uuu · 1 year

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Stay up for me?

I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾

|Part 1|

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.

Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.

You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.

You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—

Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.

“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.

You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.

Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.

Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.

“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.

“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.

“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.

“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.

“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.

“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.

"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.

“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.

#steven grant #moonknight system x reader #moonknight system #marc spector #marc spector fic #steven grant fic #steven grant x reader #moonknight fanfiction #moonknight fluff #moonknight fic #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockely fluff #moonkight #baby giiiirl #i fucking love them so much #raahhhhh #RAAHHHHHHHHH

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peekaboo-icyou · 1 year

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“Cramps”

So you’ve been on your period for a couple days now and your cramps have gotten worse and worse. You didn’t sleep all night because of how bad you felt, so when Wilbur woke up at 4:30-5:00am to get ready for work he gently shook you awake “baby…wake up…” your eyes fluttered open and you groan “hm…” he smiles softly “do you need me to stay home today and take care of you?..” you shake your head softly “I-I don’t want you to miss work because of me plus your men have been doing your work because you’ve been staying home with me” he sighs “will you be ok?” You nod, he sighs and gets up and gets ready for work and you fall back asleep, 20 minutes later you hear him trying to quietly sneak beside you and set a few things on your bedside table “Wil?…what are you doing?…” he mutters something angrily because he woke you up “I was just getting a few things to help you feel better…” your heart melts because of this “t-thank you baby I’ll see you when you get home…” he kisses you softly and he kisses you before quietly walking away and shutting the bedroom door behind him. 3 hours later you get out of bed after suffering for 2 hours of not being able to get up without feeling like you just got stabbed 37 times in the stomach, and right after you got out of bed you got back in bed and watched movies while drinking tea and laying on a heating pad until you felt the worst pain you have ever felt before, when Wilbur got home he went up to your shared bedroom and when he opened the door he was met with you curled up in a ball sobbing, he quickly ran over to you “baby what’s wrong?” He cradles you in his arms “shhhh…it’s ok baby please calm down and tell me what’s wrong…” you sniffle “I-it hurts…” he runs his fingers through your hair “I know love I know…just let me take care of you” he Carrie’s you to the bathroom and sets you down on the counter before turning on the bath and pours bubbles and rose peddle and a bath bomb in the bath “do you need anything else my love?” “C-can you get in with me?” He smiles “of course darling” he undresses you and sets you in the tub before getting undressed and getting in the bath with you “feel better?” “A little” he smiles and lays down and you lay on his chest, after your bath he Carrie’s you to your bed even though you protest and he gets your comfiest pjs “can you please do what you need in the bathroom so I can dress you, love?” “I can dress myself” he pouts “why wont you let me take care of you” “fine” you go to the bathroom and do your business and walk back to the bedroom and Wilbur picks you up and lays you on the bed and dresses you “comfy?” You giggle “very” he makes sure you comfy in bed and puts your favorite show on “I’ll be right back darling…” he hands you your favorite of his sweaters and leaves, 30 minutes later he comes back with a tray of your favorite food and snacks “aww…” he smiles and puts it on your lap “need anything else?” You smile and tear up “no…” he cradles your face “hey hey what’s wrong…” you sniffle “I-I don’t deserve you…” “shhh never say that again you do deserve me I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you I mean I’ve killed people I’m a mafia boss and you this sweet innocent person who wouldn’t hurt a fly” you hug him “thank you Wilby” he chuckles, you both sit there and cuddle while watching movies and eating snacks until he gets a call he sighs and mutters “god dammit” he answers the phone “what do you want?” There’s talking on the other end but you can’t make out what the person is saying “you guys can handle it didnt I tell you my wife wasn’t feeling well. Thank you for taking care of my work I’ll be back tomorrow if she feels better” you frown “bubs you don’t have to stay here with me…” he smiles softly “oh your to kind for this world” you both cuddle the rest of the night and you ended up making him go to work the next day despite his protests.

This has literally been in my drafts for a month and a half

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp

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canirove · 11 months

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Hakim Ziyech Imagine

Author’s note: This is a request from Wattpad. They wanted something where the reader is married to Hakim and they have a little boy called Nahil. He only has eyes for his dad and constantly wants to be with him, which makes the reader sulk. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Dada!"

"Come here, little man!" Hakim smiles, picking up our son Nahil and lifting him in the air.

"Please be careful. He just had lunch and I don't want him throwing up all over your Chelsea tracksuit."

"Oh, sorry" he chuckles. "Did you eat everything?" he asks, kissing Nahil's cheek.

"All of it. Physically he may be your carbon copy, but he's got his mama's appetite."

"He also looks like you."

"He does not and you know it" I chuckle. "Anyway, shouldn't you get going?"

"I should, yes. But you are coming to the game, aren't you? It is the last one of the season, you can’t miss it."

"That's the plan. But mini you has to go have his nap, and it will probably take me ages. You know how he gets every time his dada leaves" I say, rolling my eyes.

"He loves you too."

"Does he? Because it feels like he only cares about me to feed him, and not always. It's always dada dada dada."

"He loves you. Don't you, little man?"

"Dada!" Nahil says.

"Now say mama. Ma… ma. C'mon, you can do it. Ma… ma. Mama."

"Prrrr."

"See? Nothing. He doesn't even try!"

"He'll say it when you least expect it, you'll see" Hakim says, caressing my cheek. "This is just a phase, the book I read when you were pregnant said it."

"I know, all the other mums I’ve asked say the same. But it still hurts, you know? I carried him inside me for 9 months, gave birth to him, and now that he finally starts running around and talking, I want to see him clumsily running towards me saying mama or asking me to give him cuddles. But he only cares about you. About his dada."

"You'll get to do all that, you'll see. You just need to be patient" Hakim says. "I'm sure that when the day comes and he doesn't want to leave your side, you'll complain about it."

"I won't."

"We'll see" he chuckles. "Should we put him to bed? You can't miss the game, I want to do the walk around the pitch with both of you."

"Won’t you be late?"

"I'll tell them it was the traffic if that’s the case” he shrugs.

"They won't believe you."

"This is London. They will" he laughs. "Should we?"

"Ok, fine. Come, Nahil. Nap time" I say, stretching my arms towards him.

"Dada!" he replies, hugging Hakim's neck.

"See? Just you!"

"Give him time, trust me" he smiles before taking my hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

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"5 minutes. It took him 5 minutes to fall asleep" I say as we leave Nahil's room. "If it had been just me and him, he would have cried for an hour while screaming dada, and then fell asleep just because he was tired."

"Then lucky you I was here to help you" Hakim says. "And now that the season is over, I will be here to help you all the time. I should do everything and let you rest, to be honest. Maybe that way he will start missing you."

"Or completely forget about me" I snort.

"He will never forget about you. You are his mum, he's here because of you" he says, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck.

"You also had something to do with it" I smirk.

"I did. But you deserve all the credit."

"Aww, thank you" I say, turning around to look at him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You're welcome" he smiles. "And because you deserve the world, I've booked us a little holiday just for the two of us now that I’ll be free."

"Really?"

"It'll be just you and me and the most romantic and relaxing getaway. No diaper changes, food flying, or babies crying."

"Or screaming dada, dada" I chuckle.

"Nothing. My mum will take care of all that while we just chill and enjoy each other's company. How does that sound?"

"Perfect" I smile.

"Perfect" he smiles back. "And now I should probably get going. See you at the game, ok? Don't forget to wear your shirts."

"We won't, I promise."

"I can't wait to have my little family walk with me around Stamford Bridge."

"Neither can we. I love you, Hakim."

"I love you too" he says before kissing me.

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagine #hakim ziyech fanfic #hakim ziyech x reader #football fanfic #football imagine

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 8 months

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hello again ~~ 👋🏼

if ur requests are open, can i request some fluff of Ominis bonding with his new born son (who is also blind in ur headcanons) but like... just to two of them. maybe Isabel is sleeping or away for some errands. just Ominis trying to bottle feed his baby or change their diaper or bathing them in a small baby tub. 😭 i've been watching a lot of youtube shorts about daddies having good quality time with their infant babies and i immediately rushed to your page cause i can't take Ominis being a dutiful father to his child.

also, i don't like it when people try to ship Ominis with Anne 😩 sorry but i just don't see it

AAAAAA 💚💚💚

I had just woken up when I saw tamayula’s new art, so yeah I’ve been thinking about stuff like this all day lol

I don’t ship Ominis/Anne either, but it doesn’t bother me. As long as that ship makes someone happy, I am happy. I’ve been on the receiving end of judgment for ships I like in the past and it’s not fun. Fandom should be about having fun. :)

Just Before the Dawn

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Omnis bonds with his firstborn child

Ominis x MC (married and new parents)

SFW

Discussion about Ominis' childhood with the Gaunts. A bit sad, but the ending is happy

Word count: 1,162

A/N: WOW, ok this got a little heavier than I anticipated lol oops. Nothing serious happens, Ominis just has first-time-parent jitters in his own, Ominis-y way and works through some of that. :)

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The peaceful ticking of a clock was the only sound in the room when Ominis awoke.

It was still dark, judging by his wife’s unintelligible mumbling in her sleep and the absence of warm morning sunlight on Ominis’ skin. Sitting up in bed, he picked up his wand from his nightstand and pointed it in the direction of the ticking. 5:03 a.m., the wand’s little voice announced in his mind. Ominis groaned. MC would be asleep for another few hours, and Ominis considered curling up around her to drift off again, but he felt too restless.

Ominis was unsure why he had awoken. It had been a long while since his last nightmare. After so many years waking up next to MC and hearing increasingly less from the Gaunts, the violent and frightening birth family he had long abandoned, he slept quite peacefully most nights. Perhaps it was instinctual drive that motivated him to push the covers aside, find his slippers on the floor and kiss MC’s head as he stood to cross the room.

There, on the opposite side of the room in the cradle with whimsical little carvings of mooncalves and hippogriffs lovingly etched into the wood by his family in-law, lay their baby son nestled in tiny blankets. Ominis could hear soft rustling as his son stirred and began to fuss. He probed with his hands until they found the impossibly tiny head and body, scooping up his son with gentle hushes.

Had Ominis really been this small once too? He could scarcely imagine treating his own child the way his family had treated him as a boy. He would do anything for the baby he now rocked in his arms, whispering soothingly.

The baby began to cry, and Ominis felt some hesitation. He was quite used to taking care of the baby while MC was awake to help him, but he had not yet attempted it alone. He did not want to wake MC after hearing her tell him how exhausted she was and how desperately she needed sleep as she had drifted off the night before.

More than MC's exhaustion, however, Ominis felt guilt claw at his chest as he considered passing the baby off to MC. How many times had his own parents ignored his desperate cries? How often had they simply handed him off to someone else to deal with? He physically recoiled at how easily he could fall into the same habits his parents had. With shaking arms he held his son closer and pressed his cheek to the little head resting on his shoulder, as if to shield his tiny son from the horrific thoughts.

"I'm here," he whispered. "And I won't let you go."

Ominis knew not if he was soothing his son, or himself.

The kitchen was even quieter than their bedroom, with only an occasional drop from the sink faucet to fill the silence. During the day, a pair of staff would work and happily chat away—but for a few more hours, the room would stand still.

Ominis had pulled a chair up to the counter and attempted to give his son a warmed bottle. The baby fussed, unable to find the bottle any better than Ominis could guide it, and both father and son were growing frustrated.

"I'm sorry," Ominis murmured, frowning at himself. He felt distressed little hands as they knocked against his own, grabbing at nothing while the fussing turned to wails that squeezed his throat painfully. Tears sprung to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry... This is my fault."

Ominis once again held his son closer, cradling him protectively against his chest with one arm as he continued to try to unite little hands with the bottle. He was to blame for more than just the bottle, he mused somewhere in the back of his exhausted mind.

When the healers had broken the news to Ominis and MC, MC was almost completely unbothered. She had never been the kind of woman to respond with fear, of course; she merely held their son closer and, with a smile on her lips, gently murmured that their son had his father's eyes.

Ominis, on the other hand, could only stand in shock as the healer's words echoed in a suddenly empty world around him. The Gaunts’ dark magic that had irreparably injured him before he was born was still coursing through his veins—and it was now his son's grim birthright.

The weeks after MC had given birth had been confusing for Ominis. He loved his son unconditionally. He would do anything for those giggles, for the chubby fingers that grasped at his own as the little family would rest together on the bed, talking and laughing without a care in the world. But Ominis also mourned. He mourned for the sight his son would never have—for the fact that it was the final curse the Gaunt family would place upon Ominis. They had touched his baby despite his every precaution, and it was a knife through Ominis' heart he could never remove.

Ominis was pulled back to the surface by contented noises as his son had finally grasped the bottle and was drinking hungrily. A shaky sigh left Ominis' lips, and shoulders he had not even realized were tensed began to loosen.

Ominis allowed a faint smile come over him. His son was at peace despite his father's anxiety. Ominis allowed the little glimmer of hope to peek though in his mind.

"Well, aren't you the hungry little one," Ominis mumbled, amused. "It seems you aren't particularly cross with me anymore, either."

Ominis' baby made no acknowledgement of him and continued to drink. Ominis chuckled and began to hum a soothing tune.

By the time the little boy had finished his breakfast, Ominis could faintly hear the first songs of birds from the kitchen windows.

"Do you hear that?" Ominis gently asked as he propped the very satisfied infant up on his shoulder and patted his back. "That's a robin. When you're older, I'll teach you all the birdsongs I know so you may appreciate them just as much as your mother when she sees them flitting across the garden… In fact, I'll get to teach you many different things. I'll give you your first wand, teach you to read as I do, and I'll be there to catch you when you fall as you navigate with your new wand. But for now, we ought to rest, don't you think?"

The baby cooed in reply, merely happy to be in his father's arms.

When MC awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the windows of the bedroom. It was quiet, save for the ticking of the clock—and the slow, deep breaths of both her husband and baby. She turned to kiss Ominis good morning and saw him sound asleep on his back with their baby perched carefully atop his chest, wrapped in his father's protective arms and some blankets pulled from the cradle.

There was a little smile on each of their faces, and MC wondered what the two had gotten up to to still be asleep at this hour. There would be time enough to ask later. For the moment, MC kissed them both.

"You have such a good father," MC whispered with a smile.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #requests #Isabel Greymoore

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stars4ni · 24 days

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-gloomy days turn to happy days- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ ( genre⠀ ) … oneshot, kai x reader, gn reader, friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, highschool au

𝜗𝜚 ( warnings⠀ ) … swearing, crying, comforting, hugs, kissing, rain, suicidal thoughts, pet names

☆ ( word count⠀ ) … 1.884k

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my pillow was drenched, i paused between my tears to lay on my side. i just stared at the cream colored wall in front of me. tears started to fall again, i had been crying for an hour. god i’m so worthless, so pathetic. no one wants me, not even myself. i’m such a loner, i have only one friend, who i doubt even truly likes being with me. i have a shit relationship with my parents. it’s 3pm on a fucking wednesday during my break, my classmates are all on vacation or hanging out, and i’m here crying in my bed wondering if i should even still be on this planet. i have nothing going for me, again no friends, parents basically hate me, okay grades but won’t get me into good schools, no job, no boyfriend or girlfriend, im ugly, no one likes me, no one wants me. i covered my mouth as i let out a loud sob, if my parents heard they would come in and give me a huge lecture about all my problems and if that happened i think i’d just off myself right then and there. i sobbed and sobbed. tears falling down my cheeks, falling into my neck and behind my ears, getting my hair all wet. the rain was loud on my window that was behind me, it made me want to cry even more. rain makes me so depressed, it’s so beautiful but makes me so sad. the gloomy colors of the sky, the wet feeling on my skin, driving in it is hell, i hate it. i felt so alone, but was i gonna do anything about it? no. i heard my phone buzzing, i didn’t really care though it was probably my mom telling me to do something, she can wait, i honestly don’t give a fuck, i don’t care about anything right now. i just wanna cuddle up in my fluffy comforter and cry, no one to bother me. it felt like hours of me just laying there staring at the wall crying and crying until the tears got softer and calmer. it was actually only 15 minutes of that but left longer. i heard a knock at the door, i let it pass, until 5 seconds later i heard another knock. “mom! i’m busy!” i yelled annoyed.

“uh…it’s kai, can i come in? your mom let me in” your friend kai said through the door. fuck i completely forgot i was supposed to meet my friend kai at this cafe to study 45 minutes ago. “yeah um…hold on give me like 5 seconds!” i quickly wiped my tears away, tried to breathe normally and ran to my drawer to grab some pants to put on, since i was okay in a crop top and underwear. i sat on my bed, my feet dangled off the side, i anxiously swung them back an forth. “okay you can come in now!” kai opens the door and closing it behind him. his blonde hair was all damp, he had a concerned look on his face, he stood there looking at me. “what’s up? i’ve been calling you like crazy, i waited and waited then i just gave up and came here cause-” i interrupted him. “sorry! i just lost track of time, i was asleep, we can study here!” i faked a smile. he took a seat next to me, he looked at me. he noticed you were acting different, and noticed your puffy eyes “hey we’re you crying? your eyes are red and puffy” he asked softly and concerned. i looked at the floor, breaking eye contact with him. “y/n are you okay?” he asked moving his head at an angle trying to make eye contact again. “i was crying earlier…but i’m fine kai” you said trying to get him to stop asking. “are you sure? i can tell when you are lying to me” he said as he grabbed my hand. “look at me” i looked at him. “you can be honest with me, i’m here for you y/n” he said squeezing my hand, then caressing it. he never broke eye contact with me, he acted like he really cared. “i’m just feeling unwanted and things like that…” i said looking at him. he frowned “and whys that hmm?” he scooted closer to me still holding my hand, still looking at me, he listened so well. “i feel like no one wants me, i’m lonely, i have no one, i’m nothing, i wonder if i should even stay here kai…” tears started to fall down my cheeks. “y/n please don’t think that way, i’m here for you, always, i want you, i need you in my life, please know that” he said with a mix of smiling and frowning. “ kai, but i don’t believe you. you can always find someone better than me. i’m really nothing special.” i said sobbing wiping my tears away with my free hand. “but you are special, you are so special, so unique, so beautiful, i don’t say it a lot but…i love you so much, i really do y/n” i let go of his hand reaching around him and laid my head on his shoulder, crying into his hoodie. he put his arms around me, he hugged me, his hands on my lower back. he rubbed my back up and down with his hands. i felt so safe, so comforted. my cries were muffled from being smushed into his shoulder. he moved his hand up to my hair as he gently played with it, it calmed me.

i moved back looking at him, “kai…i haven’t gotten an i love you in months…you don’t realize how happy that made me…i love you too” i actually smiled. his hand moved up to my face, gently wiping my tears away with his thumb. he smiled at me. he leaned down, removing his hand and pushing back my hair, he kissed my cheek. “you are so special y/n, you belong” he smiled. a couple tears shred down my face, i looked up at him smiling. “no more crying…it makes me sad y/n” he pouted. “i have an idea to cheer you up…what about a walk in the rain hm?” he suggested. i usually hate the rain but it sounded fun. i just wanted to be with him, i was scared if he left i would feel so alone. i nodded and smiled. “let’s go!” he ran to my closet and got a hoodie out for me. he ran back to me, he was so excited, he was like a child so eager to go outside on a snow day. he put my hoodie on me as he grabbed my hand, ran to my bedroom door, opening it than to the front door. “sit down, i’ll put them on don’t worry” he gestured to my sneakers that were on the floor. i sat on the small bench right next to the door, he put my shoes on for me and even tied them. i looked down at him while he was tying, he looked so fucking adorable. my stomach started to turn, heat going to my cheeks. i was blushing. he looked up at me as he finished the last knot. “your cute when you blush” he laughed as i then giggled. he stood up, i followed. he grabbed an umbrella, opened the door as he walked though first opening the umbrella putting it above me. we started to walk down the sidewalk as he just kept the umbrella over me and not him. “kai, come closer! your getting soaked” he moved closer to me, now both of us were under the umbrella. we walked down the sidewalk as he reached out his hand to hold mine, i grabbed his. my face turning even more red than it already was. “nice isn’t it?” he said looking at me. “yeah it’s calming, i actually love it” i said smiling at him. “you see that giant puddle over there?” he said pointing at it. “yeah?” “wanna go jump in it?” i laughed at him, thinking he was joking. “i’m being serious y/n… it sounds fun!” “okay sure!! but i’m not getting my sneakers all messed up” he set the umbrella down in the sidewalk as we both took our shoes off and placed them underneath the umbrella. he grabbed my hand as we ran to the puddle jumping and kicking water at each other. we laughed and screamed at each other. pants getting soggy, feet frozen. i felt so happy to be with him, the rain was fun. it didn’t make me feel sad anymore, it was a good thing now. he came closer to me. he grabbed my face, “i love you so so much!” i looked up at him to see his huge smile. “i love you too kai”

he looked away then looking back a little nervously, “can i kiss you?” he asked anxiously for your answer. “please” i said. he crashed his lips into mine. caressing my cheek, moving our lips together, rain falling on us. it felt perfect. it was perfect. he pulled back, pushing my wet hair back. “god i love you so much” he said leaning his head back in awe. i grabbed his hand, “more than friends…right?” i asked laughing. “obviously” he laughed as he kissed me again, with even more passion than the last one. i tasted the rain water on his lips, i melted into his lips, he’s one of a god damn good kisser. the kiss broke he picked me up from my back and twirled me around. i laughed. “kai! put me down!” “hmm okay okay princess, anything for you” he smiled. he took my hand again as he walked over to our shoes and picked them up as we walked back to the house. he opened the door as i walked in first. “go to your room, i’ll get you a towel okay?” i nodded as i walked to my room as i sat in the floor. kai came into my room with a big fluffy towel, he wrapped it around me from the back as he hugged me. he snuggled into me, “mhm… so comfy” he started to place small kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “you are so perfect y/n” he said in between the kisses he was sending up to my temple. “i’m so cold kai” i said whining. “oh no i can’t let my precious baby be cold, how about some fresh clothes and hot tea?” he said running his hands on my arms.“baby? your precious baby?” i said shocked. “well of course darling, you are so precious” he said leaving a sloppy kiss on my cheek. he felt the the heat on your cheek, “oh someone’s blushing hm?” he said giggling. i looked down embarrassed. “you are so cute…let me go get you those clean clothes and tea for my darling” he said squeezing me tight and getting up off the floor. i looked out the window, the raindrops falling down it. i used to get so sad looking at the rain but now it fills me with happiness. all because of kai, he make those gloomy days all the better.

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stars4ni ©

#stars4ni #txt #txt x reader #txt huening kai #huening kai imagine #huening kai x reader #huening kai fluff #hyuka x reader #hyuka <3 #txt fluff #txt oneshots #hyuka one shot #huening kai one shot

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twocrabcake · 8 months

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alright here’s the deal

i’m gonna make a percentage of how many trap victims/related persons survive

wish me luck this is gonna be tedious 🫡

it’s been an hour or two since i wrote that lol i got busy

idk i’m starting when its like 12am????

survived: iiiiiiiiii

not: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special (survived): iiiiiii

special (not): iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special is either 1 the game was rigged or 2 they beat the game but died some other related way (ex: adam) 3 or if it was up to somebody else to save you as part of their game (ex: eric matthews, like a lot of them actually)

special good is when it was rigged/something was against them or different but they still beat it. hold on hold up i’m looking for an example rn. ok the secretary lady deborah or something she was in a trap out of her control but she survived.

(timing these for some reason) 1:12 am

dude idk where to put matthews bc his first game was a fluke and he survived but he was also like saved? idk man i’ll think about it (i put him in special died OH GOD NO LOOK AT NOTES)

i can’t put my headcanons/theory’s in here okay cowabummer dude (i have to put adam in dead i’m sorry ok)

1:20 (^im realizing now a shit ton of these fall into the special category whoopsies maybe i got too specific)

1:28 aw dude the fatal 5 are gonna suckkkk bc they’re all working together and linked and connected and shit fhhhghh

1:33 okay dude the steam lady is difficult bc the first half was a special but the last wasn’t. fuck it im just gonna say she could have survived the burns herself

1:40 can’t decide if the first and rebooted games from jigsaw should be put in together or if they should be separate. i just finished i smoked an entire bowl and i am trying my best here ok

1:50 the train guys is rigged they don’t explicitly say it but there’s no way

1:58 alright. fucking finally. that experience was just a downward spiral haha get it bc i hate that movie. also hate jigsaw the movie jigsaw. this was very unpleasant once i’m done with this shit i’m gonna fall asleep to saw 5 or smthn.

2:02 i have to use a counter online bc i’m too tired to count all those little i bitches

2:06 the fruits of my labor. my creation. behold

Pie chart

there we fucking go. a ratio. OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING SEPARATED THE 2 DEADS IM GONNA KILL. YOU. YOU WILL BE BOILED.

oh thank god

ok so there it is. the ratio of victims that survived and victims who’ve perished in jigsaws traps. you don’t know how much footage i’ve skimmed through. 1 like=1 ass kicking for to me because what was i thinking

me laying down in bed after this ↓

WAIT NO I FORGOT TO INCLUDE FUCKING ERIC MATTHEWS. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

2:18 ok here it is. the real true official one.

sorry for all that. thank you for accompanying me on this task. i did not have fun. except when i was watching 1-3d but then after that it sucked. 1-3d even took up almost all of the view time but the last bits were so unpleasant it threw that all out the window. gonna go watch one of the original saw movies. you can tell saw x will be good bc it has saw in the name. the title. oh my god oh god i’m realizing i forgot people. i think i forgot bobby. what the hell man screw this i’m going to sleep. i’ll deal with it when i wake up and wonder what the fuck i was on last night. thank you for joining me on this journey of a mental breakdown everybody. a mental spiral, even, if you will. i’m imagining cheesy ending scene music like the character/actor is thanking the audience. signing, logging off at 2:34 am. goodnight everyone.

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cutiewutiepatootie · 2 days

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Sick and Rainy Morning

Notes: Lmfao the title is the most unoriginal thing ever I got so desperate. Probably ooc but I tried to portray Claire n Jill to the best of my abilities😣

(I love the older Claire and Jill models if you can’t tell LOL)

Tags: mentions of vomiting, sick people ahhh scary, really just fluff lmao, not proofread so please try to read around grammar mistakes or typos😓

It wasn’t uncommon for it to be dreary when Jill woke up. As a matter of fact it had been pretty rainy for the past few weeks. Usually Jill would wake up to these dreary mornings with Claire by her side, but today was different. Jill didn’t mind waking up alone, she knew Claire was a busy woman. So when Claire woke up and frantically went to the bathroom at about 5:00 in the morning, she didn’t pay much attention to it. Only thing she questioned was the fact that Claire was waking up at 5:00. Not because this specific day was a day that neither of them had work, but because Claire had never generally been a morning person.

After staring at the ceiling and pondering, Jill finally got out of bed. Majorly to check on Claire but it was almost 7:00 so she was going to have to get up sooner or later.

She decided to check around for Claire before officially starting her morning, so, she started walking to kitchen. Lucky for her that was exactly where Claire was but when Jill found her, she was not in her normal state. Claire was sitting on a chair with her head put down on to the kitchen table. She seemed to be asleep but every few seconds she would either move a little or groan so that cleared some of Jill’s misconception on what Claire was doing and why she resided in the kitchen for two hours.

“Hey, Claire,” Jill said in a low voice to try and not startle her. “Are you alright?” Jill walked over and slowly rubbed her hand up and down Claire’s back patiently waiting for a response.

“I feel horrible,” Claire croaked. “I mean I threw up this morning and I was so hot, like sweating, so I decided to try and fall back asleep here instead of going back to the bed where it’s hot.”

“But I’ve not been able to get any more sleep and now my headaches getting worse and I just feel to achy.” Claire could barely talk, not only was her voice raspy, but she sounded like she was about to cry.

Jill looked at Claire with a sorrowful look. “Well it’s no wonder you’re so hot, hun, you’re wearing a long sleeve shirt and long pants,” Jill mentioned in a comforting tone. “If I layer out a tank top and shorts would you change into them?”

“Yea.” Claire responded not long before getting up to go blow her nose again.

Jill instantly went back to their shared bedroom to grab Claire a new pair of clothing which she just placed on the bed, not knowing if Claire would be able to get up to get the clothes or not.

“Hey, sweetie, do you want to change in here or do you want me to bring the clothing to you?” Jill slightly raised her voice and poked her head out of the bedroom to make sure Claire understood.

“I’ll change in there, I need to walk around anyway.”

Jill waited for Claire to situate herself in the bedroom, making sure she doesn’t trip or hurt herself on the way. Once Claire fully sat herself down on the bed beside the clothes she started walking out to make Claire tea, but as she was walking out she felt Claire slightly tug on her arm.

Jill turned around and gave Claire a worried look, wondering if she had forgot anything or if Claire needed anything.

“Thank you, Jill.” Claire said heartwarmingly, now holding out her arms for jill to fall into.

“It’s the least I can do.” Jill responded, taking Claire’s offer and holding her deeply.

“Could you get me some pain reliever medicine of the sorts?” Claire asked, pushing Jill back to softly look her in the eyes.

“Of course dear.” Jill answered, starting to walk towards the bedroom door before stopping directly outside of it.

“I love you, Claire”

“I love you too.

#Claire x jill #claire Redfield x Jill valentine #clairejill #resident evil #claire redfield #jill valentine #jill valentine x Claire Redfield #resident evil 6 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 2

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mirisss · 2 years

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I Like The View Chapter 4

(pic edited by me)

Summary: Minho and Felix both want to get a cat to have in the dorm. Hyunjin and Seungmin want to get a dog. Jeongin, Changbin, and Jisung don’t really care, they just want a pet. Bang Chan isn’t sure about either idea as he doesn’t see them having the time to take care of a pet. However, can Bang Chan resist the idea of a pet, or well a hybrid, when the cute little bunny hybrid stands before him?

Warnings: Screaming, public shaming, threats, panic attack, slight violence

Word count ≈ 5.1k

Taglist: @ayoo-bangtan, @lose-lose07, @kingcarrot-thecarrotking, @starjane312

A not from Mirisss: Thank you for the patience with me publishing another chapter. I’ve had a lot to do and been quite tired so I haven’t had the energy to write but finally I have somewhat finished at the point that i had planned. Also, thank you so much to everyone who has shown any interest in this story.

Please don’t mind any spelling mistakes :)

Please reblog if you like it!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,

Now, the adventures of tomorrow and every day after that await her. But all the cute bunny hybrid could think or dream of was how happy she was to have been found by such sweet and loving people. Her last thought before falling asleep was: I can’t wait to go clothes shopping with them tomorrow!

Even though hours passed before the sun rose and morning arrived, (Y/n) believed only mere seconds passed. Perhaps it was because she for the first time in years could sleep for real without worrying about anything. The safety of the eight young men living in that dorm brought her a sense of comfort she had never felt before. (Y/n) woke up to faint voices and the light sounds of pots or something like it clinking in the kitchen. She slowly sat up and scratched her long ear before looking towards the bed where the oldest member of the band had slept during the night though unsurprisingly her eyes fell on an empty bed. She concluded that Chan must be one of the people in the kitchen as he wasn’t in his bed, even if she wasn’t aware of his daily schedule. (Y/n) stretched her arms and back out a little before she stood up, excitement filling her body as she thought of today’s awaiting adventure. Shopping with her new family. Family. Such a nice word. One she has never had the pleasure of believing in until now. The bunny hybrid sneakingly ventured out of the bedroom and walked towards the faint voices that were growing louder and louder the closer she came to them. Once right outside the kitchen (Y/n) came to recognize the voices of Lee Know and Jeongin, she could only hear two different voices and two different heartbeats meaning the other members were somewhere else in the dorm or perhaps outside of it. “Oh, (Y/n). Good morning!” A voice suddenly spoke behind her, spooking her, which caused her to flinch and start breathing a little heavier as she was caught sneaking around - something she was never allowed to do in previous homes. Once she had turned around and came face to face with Changbin she began calming down as she remembered that these men would never hurt her in any way. “I’m so sorry bunny. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’ll try thinking of that in the future,” (Y/n) shook her head, He has no reason to apologize I’m just being silly… “Don’t apologize Changbin, I shouldn’t be this frightened,” Changbin internally shook his head, anger rising within him as he thought of how the poor hybrid has had to live her life. “It’s okay to become scared when someone surprises you like this, it’s normal. Especially for someone of your background, having lived in such toxic environments isn’t right. You should never have to apologize for being scared,” Lee Know and I.N had heard the commotion from inside the kitchen but stayed dormant there in order to let Changbin and (Y/n) figure this out on their own. Lee Know and I.N knew that Changbin would probably explain this matter the best for the bunny. “I’m still sorry for reacting that way,” “It’s okay, you shouldn’t have to be but I understand why you are. (Y/n), if you ever want to talk about your past or anything at all you can always come to me. I’ll always listen to you, no matter how busy I am. Okay?” His smile was comforting and genuinely kind, Changbin’s personality felt like a soft and warm blanket that will protect you from any evil thing out to get you. Changbin felt like safety. “Okay. Changbin?” “Yeah, what is it bunny?” (Y/n) gave him a small smile, one that had grown from the night before. “Will you promise to come to talk with me if you ever need to say anything?” Changbin’s heart began beating faster, and his whole body felt warmer, such a sweet and loving soul this precious bunny has, and to think that there were people who have hurt her. “Of course, I will,” The two then both looked towards the kitchen door before looking back at each other, Changbin let out a little laugh at which a voice came flying through the door. “Come in here already, it’s not like we’re gonna eat you,” Lee Know. Of course, it was Lee Know. Even though his voice was harsh and sarcastic, it didn’t frighten the bunny, Minho was the man who saved her life so how could (Y/n) be afraid of him? (Y/n) and Changbin went into the kitchen to find Minho completely clean and composed while Jeongin was covered in what appeared to be flour. Minho looked over to the rapper and the bunny who just walked in only to find them staring with wide eyes at the maknae, he let out a laugh before explaining that Jeongin was going to try and throw some flour on Lee Know but managed to trip on air and throw it on himself instead. (Y/n) found herself holding back a little laughter at the image of I.N failing his prank, however, she quickly composed herself before she let it out - old memories surfacing back with countless people telling her she shouldn’t laugh as her laugh was ugly and undesirable. The maknae and the main chef ( yes I’m calling him that) caught the bunny hybrid's action but neither said anything. The boys had a discussion last night in their group chat about not pushing (Y/n)’s too much this early on, everything is different here but she needs time and space to find that out for herself. They won’t get anywhere forcing her to believe that because then she won’t actually believe it, but if she herself discovers that she can do anything here then she will understand that it really is that way. “Changin-ah set the table.” “But hyung-” “No buts, you want to eat, right?” “Yes, hyung…” Changbin gave a fake pout at Minho before moving to pick up the plates Jeongin had already taken out of the cupboard and then proceeding to place them around the table. “Can I do anything to help?” The bunny shyly asked to which she was met with that wide welcoming foxy smile from Jeongin. “Yeah, you can help me stir these eggs while I get the other bowl from the cupboard… you see Changbin-hyung is too short to reach it so I’ll help him out” Jeongin ended his sentence with a playful smile, (Y/n) answered with a small smile of her own - a smile that keeps growing each time she dares smile in this household. “Okay!” (Y/n) cheerfully responded to the maknae before stepping closer to the pan and continuing carefully stirring the eggs so that they became scrambled.

A few minutes later all the other boys came into the kitchen after Minho sent a text saying breakfast was ready and anyone arriving later than within a minute would go without food. (Y/n) was worried when she heard this and was ready to say that whoever that was could have her food but Changbin explained that Minho didn’t actually mean it, it was rather a tactic to get the members to hurry up and come to the kitchen. Once all eight boys and the bunny hybrid were in the kitchen they began eating. Once everyone was finished, Hyunjin and Seungmin were given clean-up duty with Felix and Bang Chan helping them out to finish it quicker. (Y/n), Changbin, Lee Know, Han, and I.N all went to get ready. “Hey (Y/n), did you sleep well last night?” The friendly quokka-looking human - also known as Han Jisung, asked the hybrid as he caught up with her while they walked from the kitchen towards the bedrooms. “Yeah, it was a very comfortable bed. Thank you for buying that for me. How did you sleep?” “I slept really well, except woke up in the middle of the night and was really thirsty so I had to go to the kitchen and get some water but then I fell asleep the second I laid down in my bed again,” “Oh, maybe you should have brought a glass of water with you into your room last night - you should definitely do that today,” “You know the funniest thing?” “No?” “I had a glass of water in my room but I forgot about it” The bunny hybrid couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped her. Han’s own smile just grew wider seeing the bunny enjoying his mishap and feeling comfortable enough to let out a giggle. Further down the corridor, the other members who were not in the kitchen heard the giggle and they all smiled to themselves at the beautiful sounds. Each and everything she does makes them all for more in love with her. They all hope that she will feel the same for them, eventually. Someday, she will be strong enough to do so.

After 30 minutes everyone was ready to go out shopping. “Whatever you do (Y/n)... Do not take styling advice from Chan-hyung or Changbin-hyung… they only dress in black and while that can be stylish I think you should have more variation in your style so I recommend you take advice from myself, Jeonginnie and Seungminnie - And Felix for some things… Oh and if Han even dares to bring up anything about hats - just run, run in the other direction or you will end up with a hat bigger than you,” Hyunjin spoke sounding very serious but he kept a playful look on his face. “What about Minho-oppa?” “Hmmm, I guess his style is accepted,” And so they got in their cars and began driving towards the shopping center (let’s pretend that at least two of them have their driving licenses). The ride there was fairly calm. (Y/n) was bussing inside, she was so excited to finally experience the good in the world with her new family. Family. She would never grow tired of saying that word. “Excited?” Seungmin turned towards (Y/n) as he asked her his question. “Mm, very excited. A little nervous too. I haven’t been in large crowds before,” “Don’t worry, we’ll all be there and we won’t let anyone sweep you away. If you’re scared you can hold onto my hand while we walk, or anyone’s hand and we won’t let go unless you want us to,” The reassurance made her calm down and she was once again simply excited about going to the shopping center. The two designated drivers parked the cars and then the somewhat new-found family arrived at the shopping center. Once (Y/n) had gotten out of the car and the nine of them were about to walk into the shopping center she quickly walked up to Seungmin and carefully intertwined her small hand with his as she looked down at the ground, not daring to meet his eyes. He gave her a reassuring squeeze before he continued to walk. The other boys shared a proud look as their new family member warmed up to them step by step.

They walked around for about 10 minutes before (Y/n) seemed to find a store that caught her eye. A clothing store (of any brand) that had a stuffed toy bunny in the window with some cute stylish clothing. Hyunjin gave an approving nod after examining the store a little quickly. “Do you want to go in there?” “Can we?” “Of course bunny. Let’s go!” Seungmin began walking, still holding (Y/n)’s hand in his and by that hand, he pulled her with him as she was a bit uncertain about whether she really could walk in there or not. “Come on (Y/n)! Let’s find some awesome clothes for you” Jeongin said as he once again gave her that smile that reminded her of a dessert fox hybrid she used to know. “Okay,” For the first time since they left the car she dared to let go of Seungmin’s hand, for now, the crowd wasn’t too big so she felt safe enough to just be close to the boys but not holding on to them. At least inside the store, once out there walking between stores again she would hold on to someone. “(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Come check out this dress!” Hyujin half-shouted for the hybrid who quickly walked over to him. Hyunjin held a knee-length dress in his hands that were casual but could be dressed up with the right accessories, it was a marine-blue color, with ¾ sleeves and a round neckline that went just below the collar bones so it wasn’t too revealing, with a bit of a flowing skirt that looked light enough to wear in summer but still warm enough for winter with the right jacket. “Do you like it?” “It’s beautiful” “They have it in more colors, I just picked this one because it’s quite a nice color. Do you have a favorite color?” “I don’t know, I like all colors I think,” “Okay, let’s try some different sizes in different colors than to find the best one!” Hyunjin chooses some different sizes among that dress picking out the marine-blue, a lighter blue shade, a baby pink one, and a grey one. “(Y/n), come look here!” This time it was Felix who was calling her name, (Y/n) looked over at Hyunjin who was still looking at the different colors on that one dress. “Can I go over to Felix or should I stay with you?” “Huh? Oh, go on. You can go to him and I’ll continue looking around. You can try these later on,” “Okay, thank you, Hyujin” Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat as she spoke his name for the first time without whispering it. (Y/n) walked over to Felix who was looking at some t-shirts that were both neutral and some with prints of animals, flowers, texts, and much more. Felix was holding a t-shirt in his hands that was a soft brown color (if anyone wants to imagine the clothes in any other colors - go ahead) and had a bright orange-colored carrot on it, it was cute and honestly very fitting for the hybrid. “I thought of you when I saw it so I kind of had to have you look at it” “It’s cute, is it soft?” “Very! Here, feel it,” Felix extended his arm towards (Y/n) so she could feel the material of the shirt. It was very soft, she liked it. Felix observed the bunny’s reaction to the fabric, he noticed that she kept squeezing the shirt and he concluded that she did like it from the way she didn’t want to let go of it. “Do you like it?” “Yes. It’s so soft,” “Okay, do you want the shirt to have a tighter fit or to be looser?” “I don’t know, I’m sorry,” (Y/n) looked down at the floor in shame as she couldn’t answer his question. “Hey, no worries. We’ll just take some different sizes and you can try them all on and say which ones you like and don’t like,” “Are you sure? I feel like I’m bothering you guys by taking unnecessarily long to decide what I want…” (Y/n) looked down at the floor in shame. “You’re not bothering us, we wouldn’t do this unless we really wanted to” And so they continued picking out clothes until all eight boys couldn’t carry anymore. They went over to the dressing rooms in order for (Y/n) to try on all the clothes, it took about one and a half hours for her to try every single item but she eventually managed. After gaining approval from Hyunjin, I.N and Seungmin (Y/n) ended up with around 75% of all the clothes she tried on. Once the group left that store they saw that more people had come into the mall. The halls were now filled with people who were walking, chatting, window shopping and even some who were running. The noise level was immense for the bunny with her enhanced hearing, the boys barely thought of the volume or number of people. This time they were walking towards the restaurants with a hungry Han leading the group, (Y/n) was walking behind the boys in hope of being protected from any prying eyes and from accidentally touching anyone other than Stray Kids. Unfortunately, her plan was not working once they came closer to the food court. Closer to the food courts you could find a myriad of people standing, walking and running around. Even the sturdy group of idol singers were separated in the crowd which, of course, meant that the small hybrid too was separated from them. (Y/n) could feel her breathing increase, her heartbeat was going crazy, anxiety was taking over, panic and her flight-or-fight system was hijacking. She was frozen. Standing in the hall. She couldn’t see anything, she didn’t hear anything either. All she felt was her body frozen in panic, until. Until someone harshly bumped into her making both her and the person fall down to the floor. (Y/n) let out a whimper, not because she was injured but because she knew this would mean trouble. Across from her was a middle aged man who wore a mean and angry look on his face. He stood up and began screaming as loud as he could, he was shouting so much that (Y/n) could barely understand half of what he said. Although, she knew that most likely he’s saying how this was her fault, the stupid hybrid who caused him to fall down, who hurt him. When the commotion began the SKZ members rushed over to see if the poor hybrid being shamed by this man could be there beloved bunny. Unfortunately, it was their (Y/n).

Changbin was furious at the man but also at the people standing around them who did nothing but enjoy the show. He stepped closer to the man while Minho and Felix went to check on (Y/n). “YAH! Shut up!” “Heh,” the man arrogantly scoffed as he only saw Binnie’s short build, he did not pay attention to the bulging muscles on the rapper’s body. “What do we have here? A little boy about to play hero? Go home, this runt is going to be put down for being so wild and attacking me,” “She’s not a runt. She’s my hybrid and I would watch my mouth if I were you. I’ll give you one chance to apologize to her or I’ll sue your ass for more money then you will ever have,” Changbin was holding himself back from attacking the man, he quickly looked back to see that (Y/n) was safe within the comforting arms of Felix. He did notice that her body was shaking as if she was crying. Oh that man is going to pay, he made their sweet little (Y/n) cry. “And how are you going to do that? Huh? Ask your mommy to help you? You could maybe afford an ice cream if you’re lucky” “Seungmin-ah?” “Oh, yeah. What is it, hyung?” “Call the company. This man has damaged someone under their name, is threatening me and our hybrid. Call them and say that we need our lawyer sent out asap while I get this mans information,” “Sure thing,” Seungmin easily made his way out of the worst crowd as people began recognizing the boys to be more than just young men, they were important people. “Now, apologize,” Changbin said with a stern voice as he also gave the man his best death glare that literally could kill someone. “Why should I? The stupid thing was in my way,” “You could have walked around her or used your voice to say ‘excuse me’, but no, you choose brute force and violence,” “Whatever, I’m leaving,” “No you’re not,” As the man turned around to leave, he was met with the icy look of a pissed of Jeongin. Jeongin and the man was about the same height, I.N was a bit leaner but you could clearly make out strong muscles on the boy while the man seemed quite weak as he was trembling while looking at Jeongin’s bare flexing arm. “Move it, boy” “Hyung! Lawyer will be here in 5,” Changbin chuckled as the man’s face contorted into one with panic. “I’m not moving unless you turn around to apologize and while you are at it, you can give us all the information our lawyer’s going to need so we’ll save some time. You see, we are all quite hungry,” I.N ended his sentence with a cocky smirk. The man was speechless. Never had he been confronted by such young people no matter what he has done. He kept trying to walk away but whenever he turned someone stood in his way. I.N, Changbin and Bang Chan being the scariest in the man’s opinion but Hyunjin, Seungmin and Han were not far behind. And as promised, 5 minutes later SKZ’s private lawyer from JYP walked in through a door and came right over to the crowd. “Move, lawyer on the go here” The woman said with a clear and loud tone, one that screamed BUSINESS. Once the man saw the woman come in dressed in a suit, holding a briefcase and was followed by two police officers, he realized that he had lost. He turned around until he located where the scared hybrid was hiding, still in Felix’s embrace, “I’m sorry for walking into you and for screaming at you” Then the man walked over to the lawyer to give her his information. The man hoped that if he apologized the boys would let the suing go. Alas his hope was for nothing. Changbin would not let this go, not for a million years. Fortunately, they had already intertwined the company with this which meant even if he wanted to drop it they company wouldn’t.

Bang Chan gave Binnie a pat on the back. “Good job standing up for her, for all of us” “Thanks, hyung. But we shouldn’t have had to do that, I’m just glad the company backs us up with this,” The crowd returned to what they were doing prior to the commotion and so the SKZ members easily regrouped with the terrified - still crying, (Y/n) in the middle of them. “Hey, it’s okay. That man was mean but Binnie took care of him, no one messes with our family,” Lee Know tried to comfort her but she was so shaken up from the incident that she could not calm down. The members tried many things in order for her to stop crying but nothing seemed to work, eventually (Y/n) ran out of tears and she shakily managed to whisper one word. A word that warmed the hearts of all eight SKZ members. “Home”. Home. Home, she wanted to go home. To their home. “Let’s go home. We’ll order some food on the way so it will be there just after we arrive home,” Home. Feels good for all nine of them to say and think of that. Many people would say that they have a weird family but they love it. Eight idols and their bunny hybrid. When they get home they will have some work to do with (Y/n) who managed to fall asleep in the car as she was so exhausted from her hysteric crying and light panic-attack.

2 hours later (Y/n) finally woke up again, during the car ride she rested her head upon Han’s shoulder. Even if Han was starving and would have wanted to eat in the mall he appreciated her skinship. She was somewhat alright, that’s all that matters. No one is physically hurt. The SKZ boys ate the food they had ordered for themselves and let (Y/n) sleep, they would order food for her when she woke up and could tell them what she wanted. Changbin carried her from the car into the living room where he carefully laid her down on the couch and then Hyunjin gently laid a warm blanket over her as their apartment was slightly chilly at the moment.

As previously stated, 2 hours later (Y/n) woke up from her slumber. A bit disoriented as she thought she would still be in the scary mall with that horrible man screaming at her but as she came to she realized that she was home. The feeling of still being in the mall was just a phantom feeling left by the nightmare that she had to be in as she slept. Small murmurs could be heard from some of the rooms and as she focused her hearing she could make out Felix, Seungmin, and I.N’s voices as they spoke and the clattering of three keyboards. They were probably playing some pc game together. From another room, she could hear hushed whispers and low music, most likely 3racha working on some new music for the group. That left Lee Know and Hyunjin. No matter how much she tried to focus she could not hear any of them, she wanted to speak with Hyunjin as she had not had the chance to interact with him that much yet. So the bunny set off from the living room on a hunt for the tall dancer.

First, the kitchen. He might be eating, or cooking… Does he cook? I don’t know, I’ll find out eventually. But the kitchen was empty, not a single sign anyone had been in there for a while. Secondly, his bedroom. (Y/n) walked down the hall to the room with a handpainted picture of a small dog with the writing Kkami on it, she remembered that Hyujin said he once had a dog called Kkami. Wonder if he can teach me to paint this well? The hybrid carefully knocked upon the wooden door and waited to hear Hyunjin’s smooth velvet voice from inside but to her surprise no sound came from the room. (Y/n) was daring and for a second forgot about all the rules she had ever been taught in previous homes - they don’t deserve to be called that… With her sudden confidence, she gently opened the door to peek inside, unfortunately, she found no handsome long-haired dancer inside. The room was empty. (Y/n) let out a disappointed sigh. She gave up on finding him by herself so she closed the door and dragged herself to Bang Chan’s room in which she had spent the night and knocked upon the door.

3racha all raised their heads at the sound, none of the members would knock on the door even if the producing members were working so all three knew who was on the other side of the door. (Y/n). “Come in!” Hannie said, seconds later the door opened, and (Y/n) stepped inside. “Hey bunny, how are you feeling?” “I’m okay Changbin-oppa. I was very shaken up but I think I’m fine now. Does anyone know where Hyunjin is?” At her question, the three 3racha members all smiled. “Yeah, Jinnie is at the company with Minho for a dance meeting, a special choreo thing the two are doing. They should be back in about 30 minutes or so,” “Oh, okay. Thank you. What are you guys doing?” “We are working on a song. We got some inspiration at the mall so we got right to it after eating. Right, about eating. You hungry?” Jisung explained and then he remembered that (Y/n) had not eaten any lunch and dinner time would be in a few hours. “A little but I don’t think I can eat a whole meal. After something like that I often struggle with eating,” “Okay, want me to make a smoothie for you? With berries, of course,” “Yeah, I’d like that Binnie. I’ve never tried one but they sound and look delicious.” Changbin’s heart skipped a beat at the nickname that so easily fell from (Y/n)’s lips. Chan and Han also noticed the nickname and shared a happy look as they both thought that (Y/n) was becoming very comfortable with them quickly so which they were happy about. They all wanted her to like them and feel comfortable, they wanted to give her a home she’ll never have to leave. Because in this short time, they have all grown to really like the sweet hybrid and they would hate to see her leave. So would (Y/n), she doesn’t want to leave these guys. They are like heaven, like a warm coat on a cold day, they are home.

Binnie left the room to quickly make some smoothies for the bunny, himself, and his producing mates. (Y/n), Chan and Han made some small talk about the coming days while he was gone. Because soon they would have to get back to work with performing, practicing, and all that. Chan wanted (Y/n) to be prepared for how it would work before they actually went anywhere. (Y/n) was a little confused, as she had never seen an idol’s life before she couldn’t imagine how it would be but she was willing to fight to be able to stay with her new family. At that thought, Changbin returned with a tray that had 4 glasses filled with a pink-ish sort of firm liquid within them that (Y/n) concluded looked absolutely delicious. “Here we go, a smoothie for hyung, a smoothie for the squirrel, one for the adorable bunny, and one for myself!” “Thank you!” Chan, Jisung, and (Y/n) all said in unison before taking a glass each and taking a sip. (Y/n)’s eyes become wider as she tasted what must have been a gift from god as she had never in her life tasted something so delicious, so good before. “Woah! This is amazing!” “Careful (Y/n). Don’t drink it too quickly because you’ll end up with a brain freeze and a stomach-ache,” Bang Chan said with a firm but caring tone, one she had heard before from a loving father to his children and she imagined that Chan probably acted as a father to the rest being the leader and everything. “Sorry,” “No don’t apologize, I just don’t want you to give yourself those problems,” And so (Y/n) stayed sitting close by as she listened to 3racha working on the song, slowly sipping on her smoothie, waiting for the tall and lean dancer.

~ To be continued ~

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