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babysizedfics · 3 years

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the first time vee regressed in therapy (and meeting michael after)

NOTE: this is almost 2k words... so it continues under the cut. No TWs!

for the first few sessions of vees therapy with dr picani, patton is in the room with them because of vee's selective mutism, so patton hung around to help translate for vee during seasions until she is able to speak for herself, and thru these firsts sessions emile sees how attached the two are to each other

and after about three or four weeks, once vee can reliably talk for herself, patton stil sits in the waiting room so if vee needs him he's there

im their first session without patton, emile actually prompts vee to tell him what she calls her uncle patton. she says "patton" but emile is like do u not call him uncle? and she hesitates bc she definitely doesnt call him uncle but she hates lying

and emile smiles knowing that she doesnt. then he asks "are there any other names you call your uncle, vee?" because unbeknown to vee, emile actually heard her call patton "dad" one day in the waiting room

she is made rlly nervous by this question but emile assures her he isnt trying to trick her or anything, he just wants her to be honest. and after some more coaxing she whispers that she calls patton "dad" and emile is like thats lovely

and suddenly vee is teary and panicky because shes scared emile is being sacastic or will quiz her about it, but he insists that its very nice that she is comfy calling patton that and that they are so close and it makes vee feel a lot safer

but that prompts emile to start asking her about her biological father, janus. has she ever called him dad or was he always janus? does she know why that is?

vee really tries her best to stay calm and answer, but the questions suddenly get too much and before she knows it virgil goes non-verbal bc she realises she is starting to regress

emile notices vee's distress and changes his voice like softer and more clear. he asks what is wrong, he assures her they dont need to talk about anything vee doesnt want to talk about. Can you breathe with me? Good thank you, can you talk? No thats alright you dont have to. Is there anything he can do to make her feel safe?

and the soft caring words just push vee compeltely into half regression and she starts fully crying, tears spilling down her cheeks and shaky breaths and little squeaks and sniffles and tightly cuddling her softie she took with her (a lilac octopus, dr violet)

after a couple minutes of just crying and emile givinf her some space to let it out, the tears arent slowing down. so she cries " i w-wan pa-p-p-..." giving up after she realises her voice is definitely little now

"what do you want, vee?" emile prompts so so kindly that it just makes vee's chest ache

she whimpers "w-wan papa" and trails off in sobs

and emile instantly knows she means patton. he very easily rolls with this infantile behaviour, being a child therapist a lot of the time. he just sees her acting like a toddler and he immediately thinks okay time to turn on the toddler therapy, no questions asked

emile stands up carefully and speaks clear and gentle "okay vee. dr picani is leaving for just a moment to get your papa, okay? I'll be back very soon" and vee just squeaks through her tears, so he hurries out to the waiting room to fetch patton

pat literally jumps from his seat when emile calls him in saying vee is upset and practically runs through the corridor and into the office. he immediately pulls her into a one armed cuddle on the couch while emile just closes the door rlly gentle for privacy and hands a box of tissues to patton. so patton softly shushes his baby and wipes her tears away while emile takes quick notes in his book

patton is rlly quietly shushing her and comforting her, trying to be discreet. emile notices that this is obviously a common occurence, and also notices that patton seems to be holding back something

so when patton looks up briefly and catches emiles gaze, emile just smiles and speaks softly "do you know what age regression is, patton?"

and patton breathes a massive sigh of relief and hugs vee tighter "yeah... yeah we do"

and emile nods and smiles a little sympathetic looking back at vee and patton jumps right back to comforting her, not trying to be discreet this time, going full papa mode now that he has the confirmation that emile knows about regression

patton lifts a still crying vee into his lap and cuddles her to his chest and rocks her. "its alright, baby, shh shhh, papas got you" (vee still crying and grabbing pattons shirt tightly) "i know i know, baby, youre ok"

then emile adds in softly "youre doing very well vee" and patton smiles at him then repeats for vee "did you hear dr picani? he said youre doing sooo well! youre so so brave, hunnybunny"

and eventually when vee is comforted enough and the tears have stopped, emile raises his eyebrows questioningly at patton and pat talks to vee: "vee, are you ready to talk to dr picani again?"

she whimpers and grips patton tighter. "its okay babygirl, papas not going anywhere..." patton hesitstes and looks up at emile a little worried "uh, as long as thats alright with dr picani"

emile nods and smiles softly when vee peeks over her softie at him "of course. you can do whatever you want vee, if having your dad - or your papa here makes you feel safer then of course he can stay. would you like patton to stay so you can feel safer?"

vee doesnt respond but frowns and hides behind dr violet again, and emile looks to patton

patton explains gently "we need simpler language than that for her when she's regressed."

"oh my apologies..." emile starts, then tries again. "Vee?" he waits for vee to lower her softie from her eyes again to show shes listening. "Do you still want your papa?"

vees shoulders are tensed and shes hugging her softie so tight, still hiding partially behind it, but she nods a little

and so they continue with patton in the room

throughout the session she is REALLY shy of emile in this headspace but emile is just rly gentle and treats her like an actual young child while she sits in pattons lap and tries to interact with him, so emile manages to coax some stuff from her. and is shocked to find that this seems to be a headspace that actuslly allows vee to be more open and honest with him even if her language is limited

he asks her how does she feel right now? its okay if she doesnt know. is she scared? thats okay, it is very scary. she's being so brave. but is papas lap soft and warm? thats very nice! does it make her feel safe? does it help her tears go away? well thats good to hear, we dint want you to be sad. do you love papa? Can you show me how much? Woah that's a lot!!

and once vee has calmed down a lot and giggled a little at how nice dr picani is being to her, emile sees vee start to suck her thumb

unfortunately its not sanitary for her to suck her thumb in oublic since she must have touched surfaces, and pat brings her thumb away and desperately apologizes when vee whines and starts tearing up when papa wont let her suck her thumb. she dorsnt have her pretty paci so what else is she meant to do!

then emile announces in a very babytak voice. "vee, can you guess what I have in my desk drawer? Haha No, not frogs. Look!" and he pulls out a handful of lollipops! all different colours! and vee starts bouncign a little on papas lap and smiling

with a quick check that she has no allergies (egg, but there aint no egge in lollipops) emile lets her pick a flavor/color then givs it to her to suck on

patton needs to hold it for her though in case she accidentally swallows it, so her lil hands are just holdin gently on papas hand as he holds the lollipop for her and her legs are swingin, dangling down from papas lap bc she happy stims when she is eatin sweets by kicking her feet!

nearing the end of the session emile tells vee how good ahe's been answering al his questions and being well behaved for her papa. so he lets her pick a sticker to prove how good she was today!

but she doesn't want to touch the sticky or have it one her pretty dress, so patton asks her to point to her favourite and papa can pick it up for her. but shes too shy to pick one

so papa chooses one for her, a puffy pink kitty, then puts it on his nose to make her giggle. shes shy abt giggling in front of emile and buries her face on papas shoulder and patton cradles her head and coos and emile just watches all of this rly softly

and then their time is up and patton smiles and pats vee's leg and asks if she wants to be carried and she shakes her head with a proud smile. patton gasps "are you gonna be a big girl and walk on your own?"

then vees smile drops and she whines and grabs pats hand and patton giggles "no no not completely on your own. paps gonna hold your hand baby" so she nods and they get up with patton holding her hand

then patton says goodbye to emile and thanks him for being so kind to vee, and emile says "my pleasure. i'll see you next week vee!"

vee squeezes her papas hand and shuffles behind him a little. but she waves her softies tentacle at emile to say goodbye and emile smiles and waves to them "byebye dr violet, make sure you keep vee safe and happy this week!" and vee giggles and patton leads her outside

in the waiting room vee is much more closed off because theres the receptionist and a couple other clients in there so she just keeps her eyes down while papa signs them out - then she hears a slightly deep voice say "oh, I really like your stuffie"

vee doesnt really know how to react, she looks up a little and sees dark blue jeans and thick legs and vans sneakers but then quickly tugs pattons hand and steps behind him to hide from the stranger

"Thank you! It was a 'well done for going to therapy' gift from me" patton says cheerfully, and vee starts stroking his fingers as a comfort stim

"aw that's sweet!" the stranger says just as joyful as patton... so vee feels okay looking up now that she knows this stranger wasnt trying to make fun of her

she only catches some shaggy brown hair and a tshirt with what looks like a horror film image on it that she doesnt recognise. she doesnt dare make eye contact but she can tell the stranger is smiling at her

and she cant talk, shes too little, but shes not little enough to not understand whats happening. so she lets go of pattons hand bruefly to sign "thank you" then quickly grabs his hand again, feeling her cheeks warm and looking back to the ground

"you're welcome!" the stranger says, still happy, so vee smiles a little, then tugs pattons hand and looks up at him pleadingly

patton is beaming, his cheeks bunched in the biggest smile. "ready to go, sweetie?" vee nods "okay, here we go. It was lovely meeting you..."

"michael!"

"michael" patton smiles and holds out his other hand to shake michaels hand. "im patton and this is vee! have a good night!"

"you too, patton!" michael bids as patton and vee start walking away. then the voice soeaks again "bye vee!"

vee doesnt respond but she smiles and pulls dr violet up to hide it

patton leads her out to the parking lot and as he buckles her seatbelt for her he presses a big kiss to her cheek "im so so proud of you, babygirl"

and the whole ride home patton speaks softly and recaps what was good about theraoy this week. he does it to reinforce with vee that this is a good thing to do.

he talks about how lovely dr picani was and how he already knew what regression was. he talks about how funny his jokes were and how much she giggled. and her lollipop and her sticker - which they just realised was still on pattons nose and laughed about. and he talked about the lovely boy in the waiting room who liked vee's softie!

and the whole time vee is smiling and giggling and blushing and getting closer to full regression so that when they get home vee is just a bouncy wiggly giggly baby all night

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bittysvalentines · 5 years

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Love in the Morning

From: @ivecarvedawoodenheart

To: @amessnamedwidogast

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2461

I hope you like it!! I had a really good time with this :) Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Summary:

“Don’t you dare, you had better not, I’ll call your dad and the press, I’ll tell ‘em—” “I think ‘Jack Zimmermann helps out teammate with checking drills’ would be a good headline, actually. I give you my blessing.” “Not when you’re threatening to pour water all over me you big ole—” “‘Big ole’ what, exactly?” ___________________________

Zimbits, from Bitty’s POV. Focusing primarily on waking up in the morning.

(AO3)

Someone throws a pillow at his face. Bitty jolts upright, looking around wildly, almost falling out of bed. It better not be — oh Lord, he’s gonna murder him —

“Bon matin, Bittle.”

Bitty check his watch and screams internally.

“Jack, were you dropped as a child? Is that why you feel the need to force me out of bed at four in the morning?”

He thinks Jack raises his eyebrows. It’s hard to be sure when it’s so dark in here, but the vaguely Jack-sized blob in the doorway gives off a distinctly amused vibe.

“My uncle Wayne did, actually,” Jack says. “My parents forbade him from holding me until I could do backwards crossovers.”

“Mmph.” Bitty closes his eyes and pulls his blankets up under his chin. “Go bother Shitty, Mr. I’m-Friends-With-NHL-All-Stars. I have a test today.”

Jack says, “That was yesterday, Bittle.”

“I could have another one today, Zimmermann.”

“You, having a test and not tweeting about it? Impossible.”

Bitty cracks open an eye at that. “It’s too early for you to be chirpin’ this much,” he says, but he swings his legs out of bed and lets Jack bundle him off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wake up somewhat. They’re on their way to the rink, Bitty in an oversized Pens sweatshirt because he couldn’t find one of his in the dark, before he realizes that means Jack reads his tweets.

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“I’m asleep, my eyes are closed, go away Jack, can’t you see I’m sleeping—”

“You’d be much more convincing if you weren’t talking, Bittle. You’ll have time after to take a nap, let’s get at it—”

“Oh my god . ‘Let’s get at it’? Are you actually eighty years old—”

“Yes, okay, Old Man Zimmermann, ha ha, that hasn’t been played out. If you really want to make fun of me you’ll get your butt to the rink, that’ll really show me.”

Bitty scowls at him when they get to the locker room. Jack laughs, just once, and it’s so surprised and quick a sound that Bitty almost misses it. He wants to hear it again.

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Midnight, and there’s a knock at his door. Bitty presses Señor Bun tighter to his chest and wipes his eyes hastily, catching his French book before it slides to the floor. “Yeah?”

“Can I … can I come in?”

The door makes it difficult to hear, but he thinks it’s Jack. He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip. Then he forces himself to perk up as best he can.

“Of course! Why’re you up? It’s so late.”

Jack eases the door open and shut behind him. Bitty watches him scan the room, taking in the flashcards strewn across his bedspread and his laptop. He wishes he hadn’t left it open on Google Translate.

Jack rubs the back of his neck. A little sliver of his shirt rides up, and Bitty knows this shouldn’t be anything — they’ve all seen too much of each other in the locker room — but it’s almost too much on top of everything. His hair sticks up in all directions. Bitty holds Señor Bun tighter to keep from crossing the room and making his hair even wilder.

“Your light’s still on,” Jack says. He looks so unsure of himself here. Bitty’s not sure he’s ever been in his room outside of waking him at godforsaken times in the morning. “I wanted to, euh. Make sure everything’s okay.”

“I’m fine,” Bitty says quickly. Jack shoots him an unimpressed look, first nodding to Bitty’s flashcards, then raising his eyebrows at the clock. “Well. Not quite okay, but. I will be fine, which is what matters.”

Jack still doesn’t look like he believes him, but when he crosses the room to sit on the bed, his face softens. He picks up a flashcard with le fromage written on it. “You’re learning food words?”

“Oui,” Bitty says. Even that has such a pronounced twang to it. He sighs. “I’ll be honest, it’s not going great.”

He’s fiddling with the card now, flipping it back and forth, playing with the corners. Bitty watches him gather the rest of the flashcards in a neat stack and shuffle them.

Jack says, “I can quiz you,” and Bitty’s about to cry again.

He wipes his eyes. “You don’t have to.”

It must catch in his voice, because Jack looks up then. His eyebrows crease. “I mean — I don’t want to overstep, but. I do speak French, so.”

“Oh do you?” Bitty asks, and Jack rolls his eyes. He tosses a card at him and le jus hits him in the Adam’s apple. Bitty swallows reflexively.

He doesn’t think he imagines how Jack watches him.

Jack bumps their knees together. “If you want,” Jack says softly. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” Bitty whispers. He clears his throat. “If you’re fine with how badly I’m going to pronounce these words, that is.”

“I’ll live,” Jack says.

Bitty smacks him with his pillow, and he laughs quietly. A little thrill runs through Bitty at the sound.

“Okay, Bittle,” Jack says. “Let’s do this.”

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In the morning, Jack yawns loudly in the faint morning light and says, “Up and at ‘em, let’s go—”

“You can’t be serious,” Bitty says, grumpy. “We were up the whole night doing flashcards and you took up the whole bed, I didn’t get to sleep for a second.”

“That’s a lie, you snored the whole time, I didn’t—”

“You and your big ass stole all the blankets, I couldn’t’ve snored because I have to be asleep for that—”

“Couldn’t’ve? Are you joking—”

Jack goes on a rant about how difficult it is to understand him, and then how hard it must be to understand either of them, and then segues into a scheme to confuse everyone next time they come back from a break and their accents are stronger. Bitty chimes in now and then. Mostly, though, he drinks in how this feels: Jack in his bed, flashcards still everywhere — there’s one stuck to Jack’s cheek now, he thinks it’s les fraises — and his eyes still sleep heavy.

Bitty wants this so badly he outright gasps in the middle of Jack’s sentence.

“You okay, Bitty?”

“Fine,” he says, trying to push the feeling aside. “You’re kidding though, right? About checking practice today?”

Jack holds out a hand in a may I? gesture that Bitty doesn’t understand until he pouts, glancing at Señor Bun. Bitty hands him over tentatively. Jack tucks Señor Bun neatly under his chin, cuddling him with his eyes closed, and this all but knocks the air out of Bitty.

“‘M joking,” Jack says. Beneath the covers, Bitty feels him gently nudge his side with an elbow. “‘M tired. Bonne nuit.”

“No French when I’m trying to sleep, Mr. Zimmermann,” he says softly. Jack nudges him again.

He drifts off. In his dreams, he sees Jack holding Señor Bun like he’s something precious.

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Bitty has Canadian bacon on the stove when Jack stumbles downstairs. He quietly pours himself some orange juice, then Bitty feels rather than sees him join him at the stove.

“There’re some eggs in the fridge,” Bitty says, “if you wanna do somethin’ with them.”

He bumps his shoulder against Jack’s chest just to touch him and prove to himself that they’re standing here, together. Jack’s golden in the dewy morning sun.

“Your checks are getting better,” he says then, and Bitty says, “Oh, shush, you.”

Jack scrambles some eggs and fries some, and it’s peaceful between them.

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“Don’t you dare, you had better not, I’ll call your dad and the press, I’ll tell ‘em—”

“I think ‘Jack Zimmermann helps out teammate with checking drills’ would be a good headline, actually. I give you my blessing.”

“Not when you’re threatening to pour water all over me you big ole—”

“‘Big ole’ what, exactly?”

“I — it’s early, okay? My mouth hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Seems like it has to me.”

Bitty crawls out of his blankets at that, cheeks burning. “You tryin’ to tell me I talk too much?”

Jack takes a sip of water. “No, I’m trying to tell you to get your ass out of bed so we can go to Faber before the early skate. Do you think I enjoy being up at four?”

“Yes.”

“Well.” He tilts his head to the side. “Look, it’s prime running time—”

Bitty narrows his eyes. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann, you could get mugged—”

“—not if I’m running faster than my mugger, which is what I was about to say when I was so rudely interrupted, and how else am I to outrun a mugger than to practice running?”

He looks so pleased with his logic. Bitty says, “People like you are what’s wrong with this country,” and he grins broadly.

“I’m Canadian, remember?”

Bitty beats him for the first time in their end of practice race.

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Bitty’s alarm wakes him for the first time in ages, which of course means Jack died or something because no way in hell would he miss an opportunity to push him into the boards for an hour and a half.

Lord. He wouldn’t mind being pushed against the boards.

He’s had enough dreams that end up against the boards, for various reasons, and … he shouldn’t be thinking this, now, but.

He checks the weather and his school email and then, shivering, pads across the hall.

“Jack?” An answering mmph gives him the okay to open the door, so he does. He blinks to adjust to the darkness. Jack peeks blearily out from his blankets. “They’ve called classes for the day, it’s too cold out.”

Jack says, “Mmph,” and Bitty connects the dots. “You knew that already, I’m sorry! I’ll just—”

“Bittle.”

Bitty stops midway to the door.

“Yeah?”

Jack jerks his head toward the bed, peeling back his blankets. “It’s cold,” he mumbles, “c’mon.”

Bitty’s heart about stops. His mouth moves wordlessly for a few seconds before his mind catches up from where it stopped on Jack’s asking me to get in bed with him .

“Are you sure?” he asks, and Jack nods.

“No point losing more body heat,” he says sleepily. “Besides. My bed’s bigger than yours, we’ll fit fine.”

“Chirp chirp.”

So Bitty does. He climbs into his bed carefully, trying not to jostle Jack too much. Jack clumsily tucks the blankets around them and when Bitty tugs on the covers himself, their hands brush. Jack squeezes his briefly, then lets go. Bitty shivers again, but not from the cold.

“Oh — here —” Jack shifts his pillow and then presses a balled up sweatshirt into Bitty’s hands. “If you want.”

It’s the Pens sweatshirt he’d borrowed months ago. It still smells like him. The fact of Jack, sleeping with this so close to his face, breaks so sweetly in Bitty’s chest. He pulls it on.

“Thanks,” he whispers.

Jack says, “Mmph,” but Bitty can see him smiling slightly.

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Bitty wakes up after graduation to two texts. They’re timestamped 4:02 AM.

They say,

I’m sorry if it’s too early to say this , but I’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now

I think I fell in love with you in the morning

He touches his lips with his fingertips and wonders when it was he got so stupid lucky.

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A pillow lands on his face, yanking him out of a stress dream about playoffs.

Something in their bedroom smells delicious. He opens his eyes and blinks to be sure he isn’t dreaming.

Jack’s filled their nightstands with plates and plates of food. There’s a heap of pancakes stacked high and half buried under blueberries and strawberries and what smells like 100% Canadian syrup on one of them, and toast shining beautifully with butter stacked next to eggs cooked every which way of the other. Jack himself is sitting at Bitty’s feet, wearing the Schooners shirt Bitty had gotten as a signing perk two years back. It still looks so, so good on him. Bitty’s never gotten over the thrill at seeing Jack in a shirt with his last name on it.

“Oh sweetheart,” Bitty says, yawning. “How did you—”

“I have my ways,” Jack says, handing him a plate and Bitty smiles.

“It all smells so good.”

“That’s only because you missed about an hour of me burning everything on the stove.”

Bitty throws up his hands in mock exasperation. “This boy.”

Jack crawls next to him and leans against the headboard. He rests his arm around Bitty, pulling him gently against his side, and presses a kiss to the side of his head. “Your boy, you mean,” he says, and Bitty about melts.

“For half a second there I thought you were wakin’ me up for checking practice again,” Bitty tells him, after they’ve kissed a little.

Jack says, “I still could,” and Bitty kisses him some more to distract him. From the way he huffs a laugh, he knows Jack knows what he’s doing. “Though you don’t really need it now.”

“Yeah, I had a really good, really strict captain for that.”

They’re quiet a moment while they eat. Bitty sneaks peeks at Jack now and then, liking the way the sun still loves him. Jack catches him a few times and chirps him softly.

“I don’t think I ever told you,” Bitty says, when they’ve stacked all their dishes out of the way. “It was when you said you read my tweets, for me. Or with Señor Bun that first night in my bed, when you looked at him like he was a new bucket of pucks.”

“When…” Jack starts, frowning a little. Bitty waits for him to puzzle it out, leaning fully against him now. He sees the realization before Jack says it. “Oh,” Jack says. “When you…”

“When I fell in love with you,” Bitty says simply. “That was when.”

Jack tips his chin up with two fingers and Bitty savors this kiss more than any other they’ve had, except for the one after that one, and the one after that.

“I love you,” Jack says afterward. He presses their foreheads together.

Bitty says, “I love you no matter how many eggs you burn,” and Jack laughs another quick, surprised laugh. Hearing now is even better than the first time.

Jack helps him out of bed and they wash the dishes together, stopping now and then to bump into each other and kiss softly and be at home here, together in their kitchen with the sun just coming up. Even after all this time, this feels like the start of something.

Bitty takes Jack’s hand as the radio plays. They stay like this, dancing their way through cleaning up, well past when the sun rises fully in the sky.

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#bittyjack #fanfiction #bittysvalentines #bv2019 #omgcp #submission

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1rosex · 6 years

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BTS reaction to sleeping with their best friend when drunk

Request: ¡Hola! Can I request a bts reaction to them sleeping with their bbf when they are both drunk and the morning after , since they don't have romantic feeling for one another they just take it as a joke ( something like " omg I didn't know you were that good at it"idk😂) and go on being friends thank you !

Warnings: smut

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I HIGHLY SUGGEST READING THE REQUEST SO THIS MAKES SENSE!!

Jin

Jin woke up, despite being drunk he could actually remember last nights events. He narrowed his eyes, laying there with a headache trying to recall every last bit. You were both drinking and joking around, next thing he knew you were kissing him. Soon, you two were moving rhythmically under the sheets.

Jin smacked his lips together and felt along his waist, seems he'd passed out before he could get dressed. You shuffled besides him, sitting up and yawning as Jin kept remembering memories and piecing them together. All of a sudden, he shot up into a sitting position and glared at you.

"Whoa Jin- what's wrong?" You asked, he'd scared you when he moved so fast.

"You didn't give me a blowjob last night!" He suddenly said, offended. You were trying really hard not to laugh, but you couldn't help it. Your lips pulled up into a dumbfounded smile.

"What?"

"I make you spaghetti, and this is how you repay me. I thought we were friends Y/N." He shook his head as he hurried to get changed, leaving you behind laughing at his reaction.

"I was tired!" You called out after him.

He eventually made you two breakfast and made sure to tend to your hungover pain, because Jin's the best friend out there no matter what.

Namjoon

Namjoon struggled to get up, his head was pounding. His mouth was sour with the aftertaste of beer, he didn't remember how drunk he'd gotten. That was usually not a good sign. Namjoon jumped when he realized he didn't even have a shirt on, and he definitely didn't have pants on either. Namjoon took a minute to collect his thoughts before looking over at the other side of the bed. You were barely starting to wake up, realizing the same thing he had. You both stared at each other for a long time.

"Did we..." He asked, trailing off.

"I think we did." You nodded, looking around. Namjoin nodded, calmly. "We're not like.. Anything else though..?"

You shook your head. Namjoon nodded again. He didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you, even if last night had been nice. He'd rather not focus your friendship on it, he didn't want to use you.

"A lot bigger than you thought huh?" Namjoon suddenly said, turning to look at you knowingly. You rolled your eyes and looked away, throwing the pillow at him. "Oh shush! I'm going to be sore for the next few months thanks to you."

"What'd you expect Y/N? You didn't go so easy yourself, my makeup artist is gonna be curious." He rubbed the tight muscles over his chest and neck before yawning. "You want to go get some pancakes? Im starving."

Yoongi

You were abruptly pulled out of your dream when a pillow made contact with the side of your face. You grunted, your eyes popping open and searching your surroundings. You were in Yoongi's bed, and you were cold. You looked up, Yoongi was standing over without a shirt holding a pillow above his head.

"About time. You were drooling all over the sheets." He grinned slightly before handing you a clean shirt. You didnt quite realize why, until you felt your bare skin against the sheets.

"Oh dont tell me we...." You groaned as you grabbed the shirt and sat up to get it on. The dresser had a glass of water and a pair of bottoms too. The pounding in your head told you you'd been terribly drunk the night before, and the fact that you were naked in Yoongi's bed was enough for you to assume the rest.

"Oh we did. Why? Are you that disappointed?" Yoongi joked. You quickly shook your head, of course you weren't. He was your best friend, you were just hoping it hadn't ruined that friendship. But judging by how Yoongi was acting, it hadn't. "Your voice isn't quite so annoying when its calling out my name." Yoongi grabbed some clean clothes out of the dresser by the bed and started to head for the bathroom.

"Im taking a shower, you can take one here when I'm done." Yoongi disappeared behind the door before you could say anything. You shook your head as you fell back onto the bed and curled up into the sheets. This wouldn't ruin your friendship, but wow was it a story.

J-Hope

Hoseok sat up, stretched with a smile on his face. He gave a refreshed sigh, then turned to see you curled up besides him. Hoseok screamed and fell off the bed, yanking you out of your dreams and causing you to sit up. "Hobi whats going on?" You asked, groggily. You remembered the night before faintly, and it seemed that he was starting to remember too. You'd been drinking, gone home with him, and the rest was history. That might explain why you were laying in his bed.

"Oh my god you saw me naked!" Hoseok yelled, even though he was standing in front of you still naked since he'd passed out before he could change, and still hadn't changed. You watched him for a second before looking away. "Yeah, and I still am seeing it. Stop jumping around.."

"You already saw my dick last night why are you looking away now!" Hoseok threw his hands up in the air. After a short pause of silence, both of you burst out into laughter.

"Seriously?" You laughed as you reached for your shirt to get on, Hoseok looking for a clean change of clothes as well.

"Im just saying! If anyone asks though, you've never seen your best friend naked. That includes the incident at the pool. I am pure."

Jimin

Jimin looked over at you, who was finally waking up and trying to understand the situation. Jimin had been up for a while now, piecing the events of last night together. Jin had bought you guys drinks, and then he had to go take the rest of the members to McDonald's because they wanted McDonald's. They'd left you two alone, and after a while things had escalated. Jimin had come to the conclusion that he had slept with you, and he didn't regret it. You two were so close that it hadn't been awkward at all, he'd felt relaxed.

"Good morning." He smiled at you as just sat up.

"I feel like im dying. I cant believe we actually got so drunk that we made out." You whined, rubbing your head. The morning after was definitely not an enjoyable time, espicially not when you had the sore muscles to prove the night before too.

"Guess you can't me a small mochi anymore?" Jimin asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Yeah you're right." You said. "I can now call you a tiny mochi."

Jimin smacked you with the pillow as you burst out into laughter, falling back onto the bed. Jimin blushed, smiling as he put the pillow back down and stretched his sore muscles.

"Lets go out and eat something. Im seriously drained after last night."

Taehyung

Taehyung was so tired the next morning, he didn't budge at all even after your multiple attempts to awaken him. After a while you just gave up, laying besides him and waiting for him to come around on his own time. After a few more moments of Taehyung snoring, his breath hitched as his eyes started to open. He gave a big yawn, groaning at the sudden pang of pain in his head. Taehyung rolled over, seeing you curled up besides him.

"Oh that's why." Taehyung muttered to himself, realizing now why his lower half was bare.

"Morning." You muttered. It went quiet for a while, the two of you breathing in sync.

"You know to be honest, I thought you'd be a whole lot worse at that." Taehyung said bluntly. You laughed, shaking your head as you rolled in the other direction. "Good teamwork!" He called after you too, making you laugh even harder. "You know just how to ruin the mood don't you?" You asked him. Taehyung just grinned.

"This doesnt change us does it?" Taehyung asked. He definitely didn't regret the events that had taken place last night, but he also didnt want to ruin the good friendship you two had going on. You sat up and shook your head. "Well, we were drunk."

Taehyung nodded. He gave a fully body stretch, looking like a cat that had just awoken from a long nap.

"I think I drank way too much. Can we go get some water? Then some pizza? I don't even want to look at what I sent out last night."

Jungkook

Jungkook woke up that morning, groaning about the pain in his head. He didnt know getting that drunk could cause so much pain. He yawned, then carefully pulled himself up into a sitting position. He felt someone else on the bed, whipping around to see you in the midst of waking up. His eyes went wide, slapping his hands over his chest to realize he was shirtless. He lifted the sheets too, examined down there for a second before slamming the blanket back down around his waist. You rolled over and looked at him, half awake, half asleep.

"Holy shit I just got laid." He said, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, by your own best friend. Can you even be proud?" You joked as you rubbed your eyes.

"Yeah thanks. You know, its an absolute honor. Plus, I don't think you were so against the idea of it being your best friend either last night." Jungkook winked at you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked while propping yourself up on your elbow, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh jungkook!~" Jungkook yelled out, mimicking your voice. Your face went red as you pushed him, laughing. Jungkook fell over and giggled before looking back at you.

"Im pretty sure we're both naked right now. Who's getting out of bed first?" He asked. He'd been okay with it last night of course, since he was so drunk. Thats not to say he regretted it, he'd slept with you by choice. But you were still just best friends and now, being sober, he'd gotten shy again. "Rock paper scissors." You shrugged. Jungkook agreed, but soon regretted it when he lost.

"Im going to make a beeline for the bathroom and if you look at or say anything to me I swear I'm never sharing my kimchi with you again"

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6, 18, 22, 23, 25, 35, 43 for Kael :3c

UNDER THE CUT FOR LENGTH!! THANK YOU!!

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

DOES SCHOOL EXIST IN DND. anyway?? he wouldve liked literature and things like that but even if school was a thing for him he’d have dropped out to help his mother take care of his sisters n work n stuff so,,, BUT HE RLY LIKES BOOKS OK. MODERN AU HE’D BE A LIT PROFESSOR. also he’s pretty good at maths. Awful at art tho, and hes gay and cant do science

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

oh no dsfgh,, books are uhh (romance novels. SHUSH) but he’ll read p much anything once (and then endlessly complain if it was bad)!! he likes instrumental music n.. chill stuff? but again he’ll listen to anything!!! tv shows n films he’d like.. Crime drama ones n fkin romantic dramas. SHhh

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

hes... GRUMPY. his favourite (not really actual insulty) insults r,,, callin his favourite people insufferable and annoying but he’s too soft u can tell he doesnt mean it. mostly he likes chattin shit abt people in front of them in a language they dont understand, and he has A KILLER BITCH FACE. IF LOOKS COULD KILL. a rly good stink eye. he insults ppl for a lot of things he’s not particularly nice to people sadfghj. HE LIKES people thinkin hes Grumpy + Intimidating

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

he’s got a pretty good memory!! he’s good w/ faces and stories he’s read or heard!! but not that great with numbers (i..e years n birthdays n stuff he.. loses track) HE HAS AN EXCELLENT PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY WHEN IT IS REQUIRED FOR HIM TO PROVE A POINT/BE STUBBORN/BE RIGHT THOUGH. also when holding grudges/remembering When He Has Been Wronged

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

THINGS HE P R O B A B L Y SHOULDNT.. (@ shao stop making him laugh in front of people he hates he’s got a REPUTATION) he doesnt. emote in front of strangers or... anyone at all really tho so it’s hard to tell what he thinks is funny unless he likes u or? knows u WELL!!?? his sense of humour is.. dry af but also he likes puns. Secretly. sometimes he snort-laughs when he’s surprised. its cute and he’d rather die than do it in front of people

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

ok so he reads a lot of books. he likes books. nobody must kno that the SUPER SAPPY ROMANCE ONES R HIS FAVE. he can and will change the sleeves etc so ppl dont know. pls. dont call him out on it. ALSO LIKES HUGS N FOREHEAD KISSES N IS GENERALLY A SOFTIE BUT SHUSH NOBODYS ALLOWED TO KNOW... as for unguilty pleasures im ?? not sure really? IM SURE IM FORGETTING SOMETHING

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

n o no he’s not and hes SO CYNICAL AND HE LOVES TO ARGUE. he doesnt really think lesser of religious people ( i think actually hes. lowkey jealous of bein that convicted + believing in something rip) but he likes to pretend he does lmao

ARGUING ABT RELIGION N ETHICS IS A FAVE PAST TIME LOL

ANYWAY THANK U....... MY POTATO SON

#kael #ocs #THANK U!!#THIS GOT LONG OOPS #r4tso #asks

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The 30 Day Challenge Each Zodiac Sign Needs To Take In Order To Live Beautifully

Aries: Watch a movie each day challenge

Netflix is great, but how about expanding your knowledge and inspiration for the next 30 days with a movie marathon? A friend of mine took this challenge while he was studying to become an actor and spent a couple minutes each morning reviewing the film he watched the night before. This proved an excellent exercise to access not only great art, but also to nurture his curiosity, to enhance his thinking and to learn amazing pick-up lines (my point exactly). Make a list of the films youve always wanted to watch and never had the chance to, subscribe to local cinemas to stay informed about premieres or offer to host some movie nights at your place for your friends and their cinema aficionado acquaintances. Soon enough, youll have a complete new agenda to look up to!

Taurus: Living without social media challenge

This social media thing has invaded your life, hasnt it, Taurus? You spend your minutes before falling asleep with your phone rather than with your SO, endlessly scrolling newsfeeds and hopelessly spying on your current Instagram obsessions. Before superficially sighing again and letting your ennui grow stronger than your sense of humour, consider cutting your own access to social channels for one month. Wait, what, you work there? That doesnt mean you cant still do it. Create a separate Facebook profile (without adding ANY friends) if you need one for your work, and deactivate your main profile instead. Oh, I know, you think youre gonna die without your newsfeed tabloid each day, but whenever you postpone going to the toilet in the morning because you want some extra time spying your ex on Facebook, remember your bladder is not an infinite well. Other than that, youll be surprised how much spare time you will have access to. You might even want to pass this to your social media obsessed friend(s) next time their lunch gets cold because they HAD to Instagram it.

Gemini: Dance class challenge

This is a good time to work on your feminine/masculine balance and what better way to do so other than dancing your demons away while learning to actually synch with a partner? Takes two to tango, Gemini, and even if you do it just for you to learn to move your hips like Shakira, you can bet this kind of energy will make peace between your conflicted sides.

Cancer: Slow cooking challenge

If your diets been more vodka on the rocks and preheated meals this winter, Cancer, you might consider breaking up with your fast foodie knack and get yourself prepared a real, delicious and healthy snack. Even if youll find it boring and painstaking in the first week to actually move your ass to the market, analyze recipes and ingredients, spend time figuring how to mix organic avocados with goat cheese and chutney, doing so will make room for creativity in the kitchen. Plus, your body will thank you for that. From all its pores.

Leo: Learning a new skill challenge

It only takes 20 hours to become pretty good at something new. That means 45 minutes each day for a month, and a realistic plan to get you closer to your next dream job, fruition of a hobby or take-off of a business youve been long musing to kickstart. You might be surprised how fast your mind wraps itself around this new outlook and youll feel so much confident when youve touched first base with something youve always wanted to do but never considered yourself competent enough to actually do it. Now its the time!

Virgo: Deep cleansing challenge

Rest, eat, meditate, repeat. If youve been struggling with a difficult project, ran the mile to burnout at work or postponed washing your hair for a whole week (OR, even worse, slept in your make-up because you once read Kim Kardashian gets away with that which she totally doesnt, BTW), its high time to put a hold on your FOMO and workaholic inside and get a good and completely deserved rest. This means 9 hours of sleep each night, drinking lemon water each morning on an empty stomach, comforting your body with Swedish massage and eating healthy and vitamin reach meals three times a day, no exception. You might also want to swipe alcohol and caffeine while youre at it, and treat your body and mind the well deserved rest it needs.

Libra: Vippassana meditation challenge

For someone who finds it hard to sit down with their own issues and often forgets to shush and listen to others, a no-talking yoga camp with long meditation classes in the morning and spiritual engaging activities throughout the day may be a winning challenge to finally connect with your deepest desires.

Scorpio: Arts and crafts challenge

The creative adult is the child who survived. If youve been feeling disconnected from your hearts wishes and feel like your anxiety is the only thing standing between you and that big dream of yours, this is a good time to actively listen to your inner child, inner artist, inner voice, and give them some credit. Take a painting class, start scribbling your thoughts into poems, play with clay or take a graphic design course. Whenever I tell myself I cant do anything artistic because I lack the skill, I think of my friend who channelled her creative energy into 38 paintings over the course of 30 days (!) after she fell in love. And even if youre not in love, you might end up learning an important lesson about what you really love in life.

Sagittarius: Yoga mat challenge

Your body is a wonderland of sensations, Sag, and you need to work on your flexibility, especially if you want things to get wilder in the bedroom. Your epicurean spirit may find great comfort in taking a relaxing yoga class, while your body will thank you for releasing the blocked energies in your chakras. Take a deep breath and stick to it for one month, even if it seems pointless in the beginning, you will be surprised by your Jagger moves after this!

Capricorn: Be a tourist in your own city challenge

I know, we all love to travel and we get this fantastic high when were mingling with new people in different cultures. Then, back home, we find ourselves numbed and bored by the lacklustre of the city we inhabit, often forgetting the myriad of possibilities and attractions that make it so catchy for tourists each season after all. Take some time to sit with your mood while revisiting all the shows, galleries, museums and free activities your city has to offer. Rent a bike and explore the lesser known areas of your city. Book a nice dinner to a venue youve never stepped into before. Wear those beautiful clothes that you only sport on holidays (because you feel its tacky to dress nice for no occasion) and plan some getaways to local events with your close friends. You will feel tired but extremely happy and thankful for the energy boost your social life and your mind will get from this.

Aquarius: Surf camp challenge

Your body craves interactive sports that help you tone that beach body and boost your adrenaline in the same time. Take a month to relax and refresh your system while learning to surf with a hot instructor in a breezy resort. Lena Dunham just took one on the premiere episode of GIRLS season 6 and it made up for some good old soul searching too. Dont forget to SPF!

Pisces: Diary of dreams challenge

This is a fantastic way to connect to your subconscious and learn decoding the messages it sends to you while youre resting between the sheets. If youve been having nightmares, or if youre simply curious how your dream world relates to events in your waking life, you might start a dream journal. Get yourself a beautiful notebook and begin collecting your dreams each morning before breakfast, trying to be as explicit and detailed as possible. Reflect on the notes you made at the end of each week and soon you will be able to deconstruct your subconscious mind and connect in surprising ways to the aspects of your life that need improvement.