#pregnancy is so fucking scary bro i could never do that

[footballerimaginess]

Pregnancy.. Part Two

Part 2 of Pregnancy..  Read part 1 here  Trent Alexander Arnold  Word Count: 792  Sitting on the sofa, bailing your eyes out. This was not what you had expected to happen.  You were absolutely heartbroken, this should be something so excited about. But sadly that wasn’t the case. 

Trent headed off home, driving as fast as he could. Trying not to break the speed limit, his mind all over the place.  “Woah Trent, what is wrong with you?” His brother shouted as Trent ran in the house, chucking is keys on the floor in frustration and complete anger.  “Woah bro, tell me what has happened. Calm down, never seen you like this. Talk to me” his brother took hold of his shoulders as he tried to calm his brother down.  “I just-” Trent stuttered, not being able to get the words out completely.  “Well, I was seeing someone and.. they told me that she is- erm. havingmybaby” Trent mumbled, catching his breath as he blurted his words out for his brother not to make out what he was saying.  “Trent, I don’t know what you are saying still. Talk slower please” he said as he took his arms and tried to do his best to reassure him.  “She told me she is having my baby, I just walked out. I left her, all on her own. I can’t believe this happening” Trent felt so ashamed that he walked out and left you, Tyler gasped as he heard these words come out of his mouth.  Tyler sat Trent down, before heading off to grab him a glass of water.  “Thanks” Trent smiled as he took a sip on his water.  “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone, why didn’t you mention anything? is that why you were arguing?” he asked, as Trent was reluctant to reply.  “Yeah I didn’t mention it, she was angry with me which is understandable. I was stupid, I guess I was enjoying the thrill rather than anything else. I didn’t really think of the whole picture, the consequences didn’t really matter. What do I do now?” he asked Tyler, hoping he had a help for the mess he landed himself in.  “I don’t know bro, this is your mess. Whatever I say isn’t going to help at this moment. She is probably so scared, I’ll leave you to think okay?” Tyler stood up and left the room for Trent to gather his own mind.  Without thinking, he headed back to yours.  You buzzed him up as his face appeared on the small screen. “Fuck sake” you muttered as you got to the front door, keeping it open for him.  “What we back for this time? Telling me I shouldn’t keep the baby or you just realised what a cunt you were. Oh sorry, is that fair?” you groaned as he slammed the front door behind him shut. “I would never eve tell you to get rid of our baby, yes I am fully aware of a cunt I am being. I am here to say something else. Can I sit or we going to shout at me again?” he asked you as you shook your head, letting him sit down.  “y/n, I am sorry for the way I spoke to you. I should never ever disrespect you or any female ever like that. I was awful to you, I think it just complete shock and I can’t say sorry enough. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me, I really do y/n” Trent apologised, you could really see he meant every single word that came out of his mouth.  You on the other hand had no idea on what to say to him. Instead you played with the thread of your old grey stained jumper.  “I am sorry too, we are going to be parents. This is us now, but we aren’t together. Just because we are growing child, well I am. I don’t want to get with you. That is a deal right?” you smirked as you saw Trent’s facial expression change.  “Good, I can deal with that I think” Trent smiled, finally seeing him back to his normal self. 

“I want you to meet my family, I know it is scary. But when you are ready of course, they deserve to know and well I want to be in the baby’s life as much as possible” you felt your heart melt at the instance, when those words came out of his mouth.  “I would love that Trent, that is all I ever wanted. I didn’t want to be hidden away, but this is good. We are moving in the right direction for now. Thank you, now do you want to stay for food?” you asked him.  “Sure, I’d like that” the pair of you headed into the kitchen. 

Part 3 or not? feedback is very welcome please.  Taglist:  @footballffbarbiex @odegaardsblues​ @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @footballxixstars​  Tags taken from the Trent blurb - @9yadira​ 

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[aurevoir1997]

this sounds fucking made up but this girl i went to school w back home is pregnant and shes naming it after the twilight baby which like. ok i mean could be worse but not the best twilight name. anyway she is TINY shes always been tiny i had to dress her in actual child’s clothing in drama and like her stomach is FUCKING HUGE NOW and she posted a video where u can SEE IT MOVVIIINNGGG IN HER STOMACH THRU HER SKIIIINNNN A DFJKSDGHJKSDGHSDJ GDKLGJ AND SHE HAS TO GET AN EMERGENCY C SECTION SOON MAN U SHOULDNT HAVE NAMED THAT BABY THAT NAME GIRL

#god i hope it all goes smoothly though like. AH ITS JUST SCARY!! #pregnancy is so fucking scary bro i could never do that #tw body horror #i suppose. the horrors of pregnancy and child birth

[swtki]

HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[justahopelessssromantic]

I know u just posted another daddy angel request but I got another if u don’t mind , I was thinking of how daddy angel will react on how his little girl who’s in head start comes home saying she’s got a little boyfriend lol 😂 😂😂😂

A/N: Here it finally is! Thank you so much for the request girl and giving me more inspiration for our precious Daddy Angel! Like I said I got a little carried away, (something about Daddy Angel just does that to me lol) so it’s kind of long. I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading! 💕

*gif not mine*

Warnings: Fluff and Smut 😏 18+ Only

Sitting on the floor of your living room you were folding the gobs of laundry you had while listening to your favorite true crime podcast through your ear buds. The host was just getting to the description of the grisly murders that rocked London in 1888. You listened intently, relishing in every detail as you folded the sparkly pink leggings of your four year old daughter, Penelope.

He was now onto the first suspect and you grabbed Angel's Romero Bros work shirt slipping it on a hanger and laying it flat across the sofa behind you smoothing any wrinkles out with your hands.

You then dug out the various change that littered the bottom of the basket. Angel always forgot to clean his pockets out before throwing a load of laundry in and it drove you insane. You now had a jar full of coins that you were calling your "vacation" fund. At this rate you'd be going on vacation any day now and you just might be going on your own.

Standing yourself up from your seated position that you had been in too long, with a bit of a struggle, you stretched out your back before rubbing your hand over your swollen belly. Smiling you felt the little guy kick at your hand from the inside.

He was either going to be an excellent soccer player or dancer. Or maybe even both, you weren't quite sure yet.

Setting the stacks of folded laundry into your empty basic you hoisted the thing up and was about to head to your bedroom when your front door opened. Slipping the bud out of your ear you smiled at your husband and daughter who just got back from school, "Hey baby. How was your day?" You asked your little mini me.

There was no response as Angel hung her backpack on the hook in front of the door. "Hey, P! You know the rules." Angel's voice stopped her as she attempted to storm past. She may be angry with him but he wasn't gonna let her get away with disrespecting the rules of the house. Whipping around she shot her Pops a glare before huffing and slipping her shoes off at the door. She then proceeded to make her way towards you, stomping down the hall and into her bedroom.

You looked to your husband who was clearly also not in the best of moods, "What the hell happened? What's up with your daughter?" You asked him, you were clearly missing something.

Slipping his cut off he hung it beside her backpack and slipped his own shoes off setting them nicely by the door.

He stepped up to you giving you a kiss on the cheek before taking the basket out of your arms to lighten your load. "Did you know our four year old daughter, our baby, apparently has a fucking boyfriend?"

"What?" You tried your best to keep in the snicker, you really did but you just couldn't keep a straight face.

That was what all this was about?

"Why the hell are you laughing woman? It ain't funny," He scoffed, licking his lips like he does so often, “You know what his name is? Anthony, our daughter is dating a boy named Tony. Fucking Tony!”

“Oh my god Angel he’s just a child.” Was he really so threatened about a four year old boy named Anthony?, “What are you going to do? Go intimidate a little preschooler?”

“He’s not a child,” He rebutted, “He’s a little punk who is gonna steal my daughter’s innocent years!”

“Wow, Daddy is so dramatic,” You remarked, looking down at your bump to the child in your belly. You looked back up at him with a smile on your face. “You know she’s just like you. That’s why you butt heads all the damn time.”

He knew that, that was the problem. As the days went by he could see himself more and more in her. There’s nothing like having a child just like you to make you feel bad for your parents.

He placed his large hand over your bump, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the cotton of your shirt, “You better be like your Mama little man. The last thing we need is for her to be stuck with three of us.”

You placed your hand over his, running your finger across the gold wedding band adorning his ring finger. It had been seven glorious years that you had been husband and wife.

“You know that’s not necessarily a bad thing,” you looked just a little longer at the physical representation of your promise to each other, to love the other in the good and the bad, always. You returned your gaze back to those beautiful eyes that had you melting since the first moment they locked on with yours, “to be like you. Sure you are stubborn and selfish and hot headed and..”

“Hey, I thought you said it wasn’t all bad,” he interrupted you, setting the basket of laundry on the table beside you so he could have both his hands free. He stepped closer to you running his hands down the sides of your bump before resting them comfortably on your hips.

“And you have a terrible habit of interrupting me.” You teased grinning up at him as you continued.

“Right,” he chuckled, relaxing in your presence, “I’m sorry. Continue, mi amor.”

“But you’re also so loving. You have the biggest heart, Angel.” You placed your hands on his shoulders straightening out the collar of his shirt, “And you are always doing your best to do the right thing for your club, your family, even when it could put you at odds with those closest to you.”

You smiled up at him and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

He leaned his head down, gravitating closer to you. You smelled of coconuts, shea butter, and vanilla. You smelled of home.

Stretching up to close what little gap was left you kissed his cheek, “And your smart,” then his jaw, “And loyal,” then the corner of his mouth, “And so incredibly sexy.” You purred.

He chuckled biting his lip, “I think you're losing your point here, mi dulce, but I don’t disagree.”

“And you are loved.” You finished with a passionate kiss. You pecked his lips once more before laying a smack to his ass, “Now go shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“God I love you,” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before cupping your face with the other and kissing you once more. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip soaking in your features as he pulled away and headed into the direction of the bathroom backwards all while grinning at you, his stunning beauty. His hand was still entwined with yours until he got too far away and he was forced to momentarily part with you.

You two had been together for a decade now but still acted like lovesick puppy dogs.

Picking the basket back up you made your way down the hall and to your daughter’s room. Tapping the doorway lightly to alert her to your presence you stepped into the room to find her sitting on her floor playing with her favorite motorcycle Angel had brought home for her after a run.

Placing the basket onto the bed you crouched down next to her, “Hey baby, do you wanna tell me about it?”

She rolled the bike back and forth across the floor keeping her focus on the toy, “Why won’t Daddy let me have a boyfriend?” She pouted, “It’s no fair.”

“Look at Mama for a minute baby,” You said gently running your hand over her dark curls. She did as you asked looking up to you with her big brown eyes. She was so much like Angel it was scary sometimes, “Daddy just has trouble sharing sometimes. He doesn’t want to have to share you,” you ran your thumb across her cheek lovingly, eliciting a little smile from her like you always could , “But he’s gonna work on it. Everyone has things they can do better at.”

“Like I’m gonna have to learn to share once my baby brother comes?” She asked, glancing to your stomach.

“Exactly,” you smiled down at her, “You are so smart, just like Daddy.” You kissed her cheek straightening back up. “You can play for a little longer but then it’s dinner time.”

She nodded returning her attention back to her motorcycle making little revving and rumbling noises as she rolled the toy around the ground. You put her clothes away into her little purple dresser before picking your basket up once more. You stole one more glance at your beautiful girl before exiting her room and heading down the hall to Angel and your’s shared bedroom.

Setting the basket on the foot of the bed you looked up just as Angel stepped out of the connected bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Smirking he watched you stare at him, "You like the view, mi dulce?"

"I'd like it better without the towel," you flirted biting your lip as your gaze lowered.

He shook his head sauntering over to you, "God pregnancy makes you fucking horny."

"I've never heard any complaints before,” You teased batting your lashes up at him. He cupped your face, kissing you slow and sweet.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you right now,” you murmured in his ear placing a kiss to his jaw. He groaned loving that foul mouth of yours, “You need to get dressed because dinner will be ready soon.”

With that you left him to it while you went to round up your daughter for dinner. She picked up her toys like you had asked before washing up for dinner and making her way to the kitchen with you. Helping her situated herself on her chair you placed a napkin over her lap.

Angel walked in shortly behind you, now much less distracting as he was fully dressed. He pulled you into him kissing you on the cheek as the oven timer dinged signaling your dinner was ready.

He pulled the lasagna out of the oven and set it atop the stove. Grabbing a spatula he cut the dish into pieces scooping out a small portion and cutting it up into little pieces to cool on Penelope’s favorite Toy Story plate. Next he scooped out a piece for you and then him, followed by some garlic bread to complete the meal with a scoop of sauerkraut spread across your toast just how you liked it. Carefully bringing them over to the table all at once, rather impressively, he set the meals in front of his two girls.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him. Licking your lips you turned your attention to your plate, mouth watering from the delicious aroma wafting from the food.

You gave your daughter a look as she pouted over her food clearly still holding a grudge against her father, “What do we say P?”

“Thank you Papi,” She grumbled rather begrudgingly before poking at her food with her little fork.

Angel took his place beside you cracking open his beer as he looked at his little world in front of him. He thought maybe she’d drop in by now and be all in his lap like usual but no she was a stubborn little thing.

“How about you tell us all about Anthony,” You suggested. Angel almost lost his shit as he looked at you wide eyed. She was already pissed at him, he didn’t want to add on to the fury.

She looked at you very suspiciously, not sure whose side it was you were on, her’s or her daddy’s. She took a bite of her lasagna as she stared Angel down, almost daring him to speak first.

You were starting to agree with Angel now and really hoped your second would be more like you. To say the atmosphere was tense would be an understatement.

“Daddy promises he will listen and be very understanding, right Daddy?” You looked to Angel with a smile plastered across your beautiful lips.

How could he say no to you? And you did put him on the spot, “Right,” he gave in. He would try his hardest, if only for you. He leaned back in his chair meeting her gaze and waited to hear all about this Tony kid.

You nodded giving her the room. Taking a sip from her sparkly cup filled with milk she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before beginning. “His name is Anthony,” she told you proudly with a smile on her face, ignoring her father’s gaze now.

“Yeah?” Angel spoke up and you prayed whatever came out of his mouth next would not set her off any more, “And what does this Anthony do? Does he work? How is he gonna provide for my baby?” He asked her, trying to throw her off.

“He’s Spider-Man, duh,” She said as if that should be common knowledge to him.

He tried to keep his composure but he couldn’t keep the smile from his face, “Spider-Man, huh? You can’t date Spider-Man baby. It’s too dangerous.” He tried to reason with the four year old across from him.

“But he’s a hero Daddy,” She furrowed her eyebrows at him before her features soften, “Just like you.”

His heart melted as he looked at his princesa. She knew exactly how to soften him up and he was a sucker for that.

“He’d protect me,” She continued on, “Just like you always do.” She added on to the sweetening of her father.

“I’ll make you a deal, Penelope,” He said, looking into those soft brown eyes surrounded by those dark lashes of hers as she batted her eyelashes at him. Now that she got from you. “I want to meet this Anthony the Spider-Man and then if he proves himself worthy of mi princesa I will consider it.”

She thought this proposition over for a moment in her head. It wasn’t exactly a win for her but she had softened him and she could soften him up some more, “Okay.” She agreed with a smug little smile on her face, “Can I be excused now?” She asked.

She had eaten a decent amount of food during the exchange so you gave her the go ahead. Picking her plate up she set it by the sink and walked off to go play in the living room.

“You know she just totally played you, right?” You grinned looking over at your husband. You expected there to be much more of a fight but damn was that girl good.

“I know,” He said flashing you a smirk, “But she’s not the only one playing this game, mi amor.”

You rolled your eyes mentally preparing yourself for the craziness that could await you in this next week.

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The next day your husband and daughter got home from school in a much better mood than the day before, thankfully. They were full of smiles as Angel hung her backpack up and they slipped their shoes off at the door like always.

“How’d it go?” You asked looking between the two. They exchanged a look and your daughter giggled. It appeared they were thick as thieves once again. “Did you meet Anthony?” You asked Angel.

“Nope.” He grinned at you, “Why don’t you tell Mama what you told me P?” He suggested proudly.

She shrugged nonchalantly, giving you a hug, “I broke up with Anthony. He tried to kiss me,” she scrunched her little face up in disgust, “It was icky.”

Angel chuckled at that, he’d never get tired of hearing her say that. Hopefully this phase lasted a while, “Yeah, kissing boys is very icky,” He agreed, “Right Mama?”

You shook your head letting out a laugh. At least the fighting was over, for now, “Yep, kissing boys is real icky.”

“And there’s only one hero for me,” She beamed at Angel before scurrying off to play in her room, full of energy.

“What about you Mama?” Angel asked, swaggering up to you, “Is there only one hero for you?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” You teased, “Superman is plenty enough for me.”

He smacked you on the ass playfully planting a kiss on your cheek before walking off to go clean up from work before dinner.

That night you tucked your little girl into bed and Angel read her two bedtime stories like always even though she was only supposed to get one, he couldn’t say no to her little pleas, before heading off to bed yourselves.

Crawling into bed together you turned your lamp off and waited for Angel to do the same. Instead he just stared at you with that look in his eyes and smirk upon his face, “I think you’re forgetting something, mi amor.”

“Yeah? And what might that be?”

“My goodnight kiss.” He grinned at you and puckered his lips.

“Oh is that so? But don’t you remember kissing boys is icky,” you teased giving him a grin back before turning around and snuggling into the bed facing away from him.

“Yeah well baby I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” You felt the bed shift as he settled closer to you.

“Really?” You teased some more, the smile still plastered to your face. You held your breath as you felt his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his large rough hand sliding across your stomach.

“I was man enough to knock you up twice now, wasn’t I?” he purred into your ear giving you chills.

He wasn't wrong.

Gently moving your hair from your neck he began kissing and sucking your sweet flesh, his hand wandering down your nightgown and taking hold of your breast flicking your erect nipple with his thumb.

Your breath hitched as you enjoyed the touch only he could provide you. He grinned into his kisses relishing in how your body responded to him and his yours, his stiff member pressing firmly against your ass.

Being the tease you were you wiggled your ass against him causing a low groan to rumble from within his chest. His hand wandered down hooking into the sides of your underwear before slipping them slowly down your legs.

Running his hand back up the side of your leg slowly he stopped at your thigh moving his hand in the other direction to tease between your legs. He kissed your jaw, then the side of your mouth, then your lips as you turned your head to meet his face. Running his hand back down your thigh he grabbed behind your knee pulling your leg up opening you further to him.

Yanking his boxer briefs down whilst never breaking your makeout session he grabbed his hard cock and teased the tip at your entrance collecting your sweet juices. You gasped at the contact and Angel took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth before pushing slowly inside you.

You took him well, you always did and he stayed still a moment just relishing in the moment of your bodies coming together as one. Once you started to wiggle your hips, desperate for some form of friction he gave in to your needs, and his, and began thrusting at a slow sensual pace, his hand finding its place to rest on your bump.

He kept his pace slow and teasing. You felt so good wrapped around him, it took everything in him not to rush, but he wanted to prolong the both of your pleasure as long as he could.

It didn’t take long until you were pushing back against him meeting his thrusts and he knew you had had enough. Littering sloppy kisses across your shoulder he picked up the pace hitting all the right places. His hand traveled to your clit running circles around your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you moaned out as your walls clenched around him.

“You close?” He murmured into your ear, “You wanna come?”

You nodded your head finding it hard to muster out any words as he continued his assault on your clitoris while simultaneously thrusting into you with such calculated movements of his hips.

“Say it,” he growled into your ear, ceasing his hand movements. He nibbled at your earlobe as he waited for the words he loved so much.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, desperate for him to return his touch, “Yes Daddy,” you gave him what he wanted, “Please.”

He smirked working his thumb once more as he pushed into you deeper, his thrusts getting sloppier as he began to twitch inside you, you both almost to your breaking point. He quickened the movements of his thumb and it wasn’t long before you came undone around him. Just a few more thrusts and he was right there with you filling you up as he moaned out face buried in your neck.

You lay there together, spent as he held your back close to his sweaty chest, still buried deep inside you. Kissing the back of your shoulder he mumbled into your skin, “I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 209

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The problem with supernatural senses was the ability to hear everything. Lance sympathised with Keith, cringing in second hand embarrassment for how his fiancé tried to talk to Pidge. Keith’s awkwardness was a thing of legend. There were a lot of “ums” in his sentence, and he’d twice assured Pidge “that it was okay if she didn’t want to”, before he finally asked if they could talk. The pair of them heading into the house as Hunk kept his eye on them.

“Catching” Hunk staring, Lance decided to say fuck it to manners. Hunk wasn’t upsetting Pidge on purpose. Shay wasn’t upsetting Pidge on purpose. They just weren’t quite clicking and though it wasn’t his place to say it, he didn’t want Pidge to feel left out because her best friend was dating the woman of his dreams

“Hunk, what’s up?”

“Pidge just went off with Keith... I thought they were going to check on Shiro and Curtis... I’m just... uh, I’m kind of wondering why they left”

Scratching the back of his head, Hunk stumped the other “adults” at the table. Allura and Coran both nursing empty tea cups, with Krolia kicked back and holding her half empty beer near her stomach

“It’s nothing to be worried about. They’ll be fine”

“Yeah, but... Dude, don’t you think she’s been acting weird lately? She doesn’t message me as much as she used to, and she didn’t defend how useful UV light could be to hunting vampires”

Hunk took the bait. Sure, Lance had been leading him

“Keith noticed Pidge isn’t happy and he’s gone to have a chat and make sure she’s okay”

Hunk gaped at him. Lance would have chuckled at his friend’s surprise if he hadn’t squashed his ego down. He didn’t want to hurt Hunk, nor did he particularly enjoy the conversation they needed to have. Shay pressed her lips together for half a moment in thought, before breaking her silence

“I can’t remember anything that would have upset her. Are you sure she’s upset?”

“Pidge is learning how much adulting sucks. We’re all in relationships now. We don’t do the fun things we used to do together. We don’t have games night anymore. We don’t hunt. Her best friend is moving in with his girlfriend and she wants to be involved. You guys haven’t done anything technically wrong, she just misses the old times. She’d decapitate me for the hell of it if she heard me. She’s feeling a little insecure right now, but Keith’ll calm her down”

Hunk immediately teared up. Nooo. Not Hunk tears. Whenever Hunk got teary, he did too

“I didn’t... I didn’t realise”

The first tear rolled down Lance’s cheek, causing him to sigh at himself mentally. He was so weak when it came to Hunk tears

“That’s because you haven’t done anything wrong. I’d be mad if you had and my face wound be all scary. Everyone grows and changes. Keith and I can hardly deny we’re very focused on each other. It’s really easy to do when you’re in love. Maybe at the end of the night you could suggest a games night? Or you could have her look at properties with you? She’d probably be able to blackmail the realestate agent into giving you cheaper rent...”

“I didn’t...”

“Dude, I know. I’m in no position to talk either. I let her down too. I let all of you guys down. I love you, bro. I love her, too. You guys are my family. Pidge just needs a little reassurance your still best friends for life... I kind of hope they’re not inside too long, I need to pee... I can’t wait for this pregnancy to be over... I want to meet them already”

Allura placed her hand on his shoulder

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon. We all can’t wait to meet them. You and Keith shall be amazing parents”

“Yeah. It’s going to be weird not having them inside me anymore...”

Lance loved it when they moved. He loved resting his hands on his belly and feeling them moving. Already so full of life. He loved belly rubs from Keith, and the way Keith cuddled into his stomach, peppering kissed to his stretched skin as if trying to kiss their twins through it. But everything else was getting too much. The joint pain. The fatigue. The constant heavy feeling in his chest. The last week of feeling constantly ill. His stupid yoyoing ego that couldn’t understand how a pregnancy had weakened him so much. The fits of anger. His overly active sense of smell. He was tired... and tired of waiting... but he... he also wanted to wait until he went into labour naturally so he could keep feeling them inside of him. For years he’d wondered how it’d feel to be human again. To fall in love and do all the other amazing things humans did... He’d never felt more human than in the last month of his pregnancy. He wasn’t sure he could mentally cope with his ego if he and Keith did chose to wait much longer. Mums to be were amazing. Movies just didn’t do justice to all the ups and downs of pregnancy. Feeling a tingling in his skin, Lance looked down at his arm, realising he was starting to burn under the lack of cloud cover. He wanted to give Keith and Pidge privacy, but if he stayed outside much longer, he’d go up in flames... Then again, Keith did say he was “smoking hot”.

*

Lance’s living room had also been transformed. The same bunting that hung outside, hung from everywhere it could inside. Stopping by the bathroom, Lance waddled in on Keith and Pidge mid-hug. Keith probably didn’t know what to do with being hugged so fiercely, still, it was a nice moment between the pair of them

“Hey, guys. Got room for one more?”

Breaking the hug, Pidge moved to make space between her and Keith. Lance waddling over to drop himself down between the pair of them. Yeah. Keith had a point. Maybe it’d be better to deliver early rather than feel cramping when he sat wrong, or sat too fast. He’d recognised that with fatigue came pain sensitivity. Small cramps had been happening more often over the last week, and he’d been reduced to crying over them more than once.

Leaning in, Keith kissed his cheek, Lance smiling at the action because he was so grossly in love with Keith that even a small kiss still managed to make him feel a million times better

“I thought I left you outside?”

Lance moved to show Keith the start of the sunburn on his arm. He’d run it under cold water to ease the burn, but it was still warm and tender to the touch

“You did. Apparently too much sun is bad for vampires... who would have thought?”

“I did wonder if I should find you an umbrella...”

“I’m fine. Plus, I’ve got my two favourite people here, so I thought I’d come stock up on some love”

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Lance knew he’d upset Hunk yet Hunk had to figure out how to make things right with Pidge without his meddling. He probably could have been more tactful about things, and picked a better time to bring the subject up. This was supposed to be party, not a counselling session. Feeling the twins kicking up a storm, he took Pidge’s hand, placing it on his belly. His friends were good about not just touching his belly without asking first, Pidge the one who seemed to hesitate the most when it came to feeling him being bashed up internally

“I think they know that their Aunty Pidge is here”

“Either that or they’ve inherited Keith’s inability to sit still”

Keith pouted, Pidge poking her tongue at him causing the werewolf to huff

“Lance is just as bad as I am”

“Lance has changed a lot since you came into our lives. You both have. You can tell you two are dating. You’ve got that old married couple vibe where you finish each other’s sentences and sound the same”

Lance couldn’t deny it. Keith had picked up so many of the expressions he used. And Lance had definitely picked up Keith’s habit of swearing openly.

“That’s what happens when you fall in love. Actually, Keith and I have something to tell you. We’re madly grossly in love, not just in love”

Pidge rolled her eyes at him

“I already know that. One bite between you and you’ve both turned into idiots”

“You know what they say, “Once bitten, twice stupid””

“Dude, it’s “once bitten, twice shy”. But I like your one better. You bit Keith to save his life and you both turned into love struck morons with a shared brain cell between you”

Keith frowned heavily at Pidge’s joke, Lance snorting due to how true it was

“He really does feel like the other half of me. I’d be happy to share a brain cell with him any day of the week. I know you’re worried about the future, but you’re always going to be a sister to me, and an aunt to the twins. No more sad, Pidge, not when she’s a scary little ankle biting gremlin that we all love”

Pidge pulled her hand back, looking to her lap

“Hey, you know I’m proud of you, Katie. You’ve been through a heck of a lot, like the rest of us. Things might have changed and they might be scary, but you’ll always have a home here with us... provided you don’t bring your work home and destroy my house with your experiments”

Pidge groaned deeply

“You blow up a circuit board once and they never let you forget it. And, if you call me “Katie” again, I’m going to give you a dead arm to go with that dead body of yours”

“Oh no! The gremlin’s getting angry. Quick, babe. You’d better make her a coffee before her wrath descends upon us”

“Fuck you”

“I’m flattered, but I’m in a loving and committed relationship... I mean, if I were two decades younger...”

Pidge punched his arm to shut him up

“You suck”

Lance continued with his shit stirring mood

“Quite well, don’t I, babe?”

“I’m not getting into this, but yes”

“See, my skills have got Keith’s stamp of approval”

“You’re going to have my footprint stamped to your arse if you keep traumatising me like this”

Wrapping his arms around his gremlin, Lance kissed her hair. Pidge trying to shove him off

“I love it when you’re mean. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you”

“Keith, help. Lance is being weird”

Keith hefted him back so Lance was laying awkwardly in his arms looking up at his fiancé. Bopping him on the nose, Lance went cross eyed as Keith let his finger hover

“Babe, leave the bitey creature alone. She’s fine. More importantly, did you put cream on your arm?”

Lance didn’t really prescribe to the use of burn cream seeing he healed on his own. Cold water would forever be the best things for burns

“Burn cream isn’t always good for burns, aaaaand the aloe vera is in our bathroom. Which is upstairs, and totally too much effort right now”

“You can’t ignore it. Where else got burnt?”

“I don’t know. Stop picking on me. I thought we were picking on Pidge”

“We’ve done that. I’ll grab the aloe vera, and Pidge can get you some blood. We have the whole day to relax... provided no one’s gone and planned party games”

Pidge burst that bubble. That tiny bubble of maybe fitting an uncaught nap in... This fatigue thing was ridiculous

“Oh, dude. There’s totally party games. We’re going to set up penalty beer pong under lunch”

Keith scrunched his brow. From how he was positioned, Lance kind of wanted to poke his finger right up Keith’s nose. It was like his nose was staring down at him, begging to be poked

“Should I be worried?”

Lance didn’t like to brag, but beer pong was his jam. His first time through college not so much, second time, he was pretty much undefeated. With how long it took to set up, it wasn’t usually one of their party games. Poor Keith had no idea what penalty beer pong had in store for him, Lance would have to defend his fiancé’s honour

“Seeing it’ll be you and Lance facing off, you should definitely be worried. Buuuut I totally didn’t tell you that. If you two are going to keep being gross, I’m going to go back to the party”

Whelp. Keith was on his own then... It was nice knowing him

“It’s okay, Pidgeon. Go forth and abandon us. Leave us... be that way... We’ll be back out as soon as I’ve had some blood and this sunburn starts healing. Maybe I should change into something longer, I don’t want to burst into flames at my own baby shower”

Keith bopped him on the nose again, before helping Lance sit back up

“That’s probably a good idea, babe. You’re smoking hot as it is. That’d make you literally flaming hot”

Pidge was completely right. They really did share one brain cell. The idea leaving a stupidly huge grin on his face that Pidge called “creepy” before leaving the pair of them.

*

Penalty beer pong... of all the things they could have played, they’d chosen some kind of abomination that belonged in hell. After lunch, Hunk had taken Lance aside, while Matt and Pidge took Keith inside. Both of them forced to wear headphones so they couldn’t hear each others answers to the questions for their friends had prepared. Keith felt very very dumb. 20 questions on Lance should have been easy... but their friends had really wracked their brains being creative and going for the odd, mostly unknowable things that he was supposed to know about his “boyfriend”.

With the living area the only place big enough to fit all of them, the coffee table was covered with a thick piece of plywood where the cups were set up. Keith didn’t like to admit that he’d never played beer pong. He’d never had the kinds of friends that did, nor did he go to college. One of the more popular games at Blade headquarters was darts with knives instead of darts, and vampire faces for targets. You took a shot if you failed to stick the knife in the vampire when it was your throw. He’d never been invited to play with James and the rest of them... He and Shiro used to have shooting target competitions, but that was just the pair of them with the winner getting out of some mundane house chore, that Adam usually scolded them about.

Kneeling across from him, they’d both avoided the penalty cups so far. Keith thought not getting the ball in one meant not having to drink what was it in. No. Instead the penalty was played out for each question they got wrong about each other. Each cup contained some kind of condiment construction Keith really wanted to avoid. It started tame, first with chilli sauce, then soy, then vinegar... slowly progressing in quantity and combination. The last cup was a grotesque mix of what seemed to be a little of everything from Lance’s pantry. Having swapped questionnaires, Hunk and Matt were their quiz masters. They were fifteen questions in, Keith not feeling the effects of the vodka he’d had to chug when Lance got the ping pong ball in his cups. His fiancé, not able to drink, was delegated water. Keith wasn’t sure that Lance actually won anything from playing against him seeing he’d have to pee the moment the game was done.

“Lance. What is Keith’s most annoying habit?”

Throwing the ping pong ball, his fiancé landed it perfectly in the cup. That’s how it went. Question, throw, answer, shot...

“His amazingly lacking self confidence since turning into a werewolf”

His damn fiancé got that one right... like the rest of them.

“Keith. How many years, combined, did Lance spend attending University?”

How the fuck was he supposed to know that? He didn’t know how long it took to be a lawyer... he didn’t know how long it took, or if Lance had any recognition of prior training to drop the amount of time he was required to study, plus his fiancé was a smart little shit... Lance looked sympathies and smug at the same time. Yeah. His questions were far easier than Keith’s had been. Tossing the retrieved ping pong ball, it landed in one of the penalty cups

“Um... I’m going to with... um... 12 years”

Lance groaned, Keith knowing he’d gotten the answer wrong. Matt delighted in telling him

“11 years and six months. Apparently being a lawyer in the early 90’s meant less time in class... Your first penalty shot is chilli sauce. Bottoms up”

If a jalapeño’s had sex with another jalapeño, then their offspring continued in breeding, that would only explain the fire in Keith’s mouth. His eyes running as his throat burned. That wasn’t simple chilli sauce in there

“God... it burns... what the hell is that?”

“Ghost pepper sauce”

Lance shot Matt a glare

“That’s not very nice. You guys are dicks”

Matt shrugged at Keith fanned his burning mouth

“Then he shouldn’t have gotten the question wrong”

“We didn’t really talk about it. Babe, you okay? Rieva, can you get Keith some milk, please. You guys are banned from giving Keith chilli ever again”

“Chill, dude. He’ll survive. Right, it’s your turn”

Lance plucked the ball from what looked to be soy sauce, unamused Keith’s ego wanted to flip the stupid board of cups over. Their friends were slightly laughing at his reaction to the chilli and Rieva hadn’t gone to get him a glass of milk

“Okay, Lance. What’s Keith’s deepest secret that he’s hiding at he moment?”

Keith had answered “He’d always believe in mothman until his dying breath”. Lance hummed at the question

“That he doesn’t hate Lotor as much as he says... it’s either that, something to with me, or something to do with his crush on mothman”

“Correct...”

No. That wasn’t correct at all! The game was rigged

“You two didn’t bother telling us that you’re engaged! Which is a secret to do with Lance, so technically correct!”

Suddenly Keith got the feeling that beer pong was less about what they knew about each other and more about what the group suspected and wanted to confirm

“They’re what?!”

From Pidge’s yelling, she mustn’t have been in on it... So this was all Matt’s idea to get them to confess to their secret engagement?! He could strangle him for putting them both on the spot like this. Right. He could play it cool... yep. No secret here

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, dude. We found the empty ring box in your bedside drawers. Why didn’t you tell us?! Do you know how happy we are for you guys?! This is awesome... Maybe not as awesome as Rieva saying yes to me, but we’re supposed to be your friends! We need to have a party to celebrate this”

Ahhhh. Keith wanted to laugh in relief. They hadn’t been caught yet, and now it seemed like a pretty fun idea to mess with Matt for going through their things

“That’s was from Krolia. There was never any ring in that box”

“You expect us to believe that?”

Keith glanced to his mother, Krolia shrugging as the others also looked to her

“Miriam and I both thought they’d make the cutest grooms. It’s not my fault he hasn’t proposed yet”

“What makes you think I’d be the one asking? Lance could always ask me, right, babe?”

“Yep. I totally could have been the one to ask him”

Sharing a look, Matt and Hunk both chuckled. Their “Sunshine Teddy” shaking his head

“Man, we all know Lance is the romantic one. He’d spend everyday waiting for you to ask, rather than asking you. Then, he’d expect the whole fairytale night. Dinner at a fancy restaurant. A bouquet of red roses as big as him...”

Hunk counted on his fingers, Matt adding as Hunk stalled mid-thought

“Don’t forget the champagne and the hotel room”

Hunk quickly counted those two on his fingers

“Yep. Lance is too much of a romantic”

Matt nodded quickly

“He’d drop hints too... Romcoms. Jewellery brochures... Though you’d probably miss them like you missed Valentine’s Day”

The pair were ganging up on him, Keith depressed about the fact they were right. Lance would have loved all that, but his fiancé didn’t need all that. He’d proposed in a horrible hotel room...

“Keith is romantic. Sure, his idea of good date is a trip to a shooting range, or some other combat related activity, but he’s very romantic. I don’t need all the fuss, I just need him”

Hunk faked feeling faint as he grabbed Matt by the arm, Matt playing it up and acting as if he were concerned

“Hunk?!”

“I’m okay... I never thought I’d live to hear Lance say something so unLance like. Pregnancy has changed you, man. Next thing you’ll give up watching your soap operas... Dude, my heart can’t handle the changes”

Keith mentally thanked Lance for trying to stick up for him. He wasn’t the world’s greatest fiancé, yet he felt better that Lance thought he was good enough for him. His fiancé had more to say on the matter

“You two keep picking on Keith. He’s awkward and he’s a little emo, but he makes me happy. We could get engaged in a room so dingy that Jesus couldn’t save it, and I’d still be happy”

Hunk waved his arm, kind of weirdly and kind of as if he were trying to gesture “how big this was”. Keith felt his lips turn upwards as Lance pretty much told everyone they’d gotten engaged while away, yet none of their friends would put two and two together

“But as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always been a sucker for those big movie engagement scenes”

“Movies aren’t real life. Matt, that box wasn’t any of your business. What were you doing in our room?”

“Helping Shiro and Curtis build your present. We were looking for an adjustable spanner”

Lance leaned back to rest his weight on his hands, bottom lip wobbling

“You know the tools are kept in the laundry, and you know you’re not supposed to be in my room...”

“We were...”

No one messed with Lance’s room, or his bed. Lance washed and changed the sheets alone, swapping the blankets whenever the whim took over

“I don’t care. I’m sorry, but I can’t... I need air”

Keith jumped to his feet before Lance started started struggling to his. As Coran went to help the vampire, Lance slapped his hand away with a sad “sorry”. Moving to Lance’s side, Keith looped his arm around his waist

“You guys can take over playing. No listening in”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

[tsthrace]

What does a girl do when she realizes she needs to cut an entire chapter from her WIP because it doesn’t fit? She posts it to tumblr. 

So yeah, this starts to build a scary world that might look a little too close to our world. It might introduce you to this badass trauma surgeon, Dr. Griffin, who needs to make a quick escape. And then it might leave you hanging. Forever. 

Well, not exactly forever. This is now Clarke’s backstory for my WIP. She’ll resurface years later on a church-turned-farmstead. Guess who’s the priest of this church? So yeah...

Content warning: mention of rape (but no rape itself) and just general hits-too-close-to-home: you know—fascism, totalitarianism, misogyny, toxic masculinity. Oh, and Clarke swears a lot.

It’s angsty. That’s what I do.

3,260 words. No tagging for Clexa, because Lexa doesn’t come on the scene yet.

It’s also posted over on ao3 if you’d rather read it there.

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We all thought it couldn’t happen here, even as it was happening here.

Clarke had been running for so long that she wasn’t sure if she was still being chased. She had spent the last six years wandering through parts of Washington she never knew existed. First to an abandoned sawmill a few miles east of Mansford in the mountains. It was a glorified barn, really, but a community of refugees from Seattle had been gathering there, doing their best to patch up the building’s roof and walls. Then, there was still enough gas to transport what they needed if they rationed properly. But they were all adjusting to life without electricity, without phones, without any sense of who they were without those things. 

She was there only three months when word came that a militia had materialized in Darrington and was registering children and looking for doctors and healers. Healers. That’s what they called women with Clarke’s skills. People who had gone to school for 13 years, who had prioritized their craft over their health, their family, their relationships for a grueling residency followed by an only slightly less grueling fellowship. They called men doctors, even if they were less educated, less skilled, and less practiced.

Fuck them. Clarke’s response had become reflexive. It was her internal response when the police came that first night of what some called the Resistance but what the police called the Riots. 

Unrest had been brewing for months, but It was when the President “temporarily” suspended the First Amendment right to assemble that all hell broke loose. Thousands of protestors became tens of thousands, even in small cities like Spokane and Tacoma. Police traded rubber bullets for real ones, patrol cars for tanks, pistols for AK-47s. Dozens of people landed in Clarke’s hospital, some gone before they were taken out of the ambulance, ripped apart by the people sworn to serve and protect them. 

That was the night two officers were trawling the halls of her ward, looking for “resistors” to arrest. 

“They’re unconscious,” Clark said slowly. “They’re sedated because they’re waiting to go into surgery.” She knew it was a bad idea to talk to them like they were kindergartners, but she couldn’t stop herself. What these men were doing was sick. Her patients were here because of them. Some of them filled with bullet holes, their lives barely clinging to them, others with collapsed lungs caused by broken ribs, others with simple fractures who would be out to fight another day. But Clarke wasn’t going to tell these guys that.

“Is there someone else we can talk to?” The officer said. His name badge said Blakely. “Maybe your boss?”

Clarke felt her fingernails digging into her palm. “Officer Blakely—”

“Corporal Blakely.”

Clarke went on as if she didn’t hear him. “I’m the person with the highest seniority here right now. If you’d like me to call the Chief of Surgery...”

Blakely pulled out a pad and pen. “What’s his name?”

“Her name is Dr. Marris.”

Blakely scoffed but wrote down the name.

“Is there a problem?” Clarke bent a little to catch his eye with her glare.

“Not at all.”

After that night, everything changed. The President sent in federal troops. There were tanks outside police precincts, and men in uniform carrying AK-47s stood at every corner in downtown and Capitol Hill. They rode the light rail, searching for enemies and booting out anyone who fell asleep on the trains. Curfews were instituted. Clarke had to have her ID and a letter from the hospital ready after every shift. The same soldiers (or were they cops?) stopped her every night, even after the sixth time when everyone knew everyone’s names. She had written theirs down. Because fuck them.

Two months later, the Seattle PD renamed themselves Washington’s 1st Militia when the President had encouraged all “patriots and protectors of freedom to band together, arm, and fight for American values.” Police departments across the country took this as a rallying call. They traded their police uniforms for military fatigues. They tore off their city badges and replaced them with a thin blue line. Bros before everything else, even democracy. 

They pulled her out of the OR as soon as she wrapped up a craniotomy. It was her third surgery of the day, and her hands were stiff, her scrubs covered in sweat. The two soldiers’ assault rifles startled her, but she’d seen enough gore in her time to know how to keep a straight face. Blakely was back, but this time he was dressed like he was serving in a desert war zone.

“Officer Blakely.” She remembered he was a corporal but fuck him.

The corner of Blakely’s mouth lifted in a sharp smirk. She watched as his eyes glided down her body. “Congratulations, Ms. Griffin, you’ve been recruited to Washington’s First. We are in need of fine healers like yourself.” 

Fuck you. The words raced through her mind, but she kept her mouth shut. She understood by now that those words aloud could do nothing but put her in danger. “How can I be of service?” she asked evenly, looking him straight in the eye. She had heard rumors that the militias were taking medical workers from their hospitals and clinics to set up their own facilities, but she thought they’d only take men for their specialists and surgeons.

“You need to come with us,” Blakely looked down at the sweat stains under her arms.

Clarke didn’t move. “What kind of healers are you looking for?” she asked in her most neutral tone. 

“A variety, ma’am.” Blakely’s jaw stiffened.

A small crowd of the floor’s staff had gathered at the nurses’ station, halfheartedly pretending to work while they watched the interaction.

“Like nurses? There are a lot of nurses here who are much better at their jobs than I would be.” Clarke laughed lightly and glanced at the nurses. “I’d make a terrible nurse.”

A few of the nurses nodded, their eyes smiling because smiling with their lips might bring trouble.

“We already have healers for that kind of work.” Blakely took in a breath and looked around the floor, frustrated. He knew he’d said too much. “Maybe we should go somewhere—”

“Then I can’t possibly think why you’d need me. I’m sure there are doctors who can meet your needs.”

“Ms. Griffin—”

“After all, there are two other trauma surgeons on staff here more suited to your, uh, preferences.” Clarke glanced down at Blakely’s groin.

“I was sent to find you, Ms. Griffin.”

The more he called her “Ms.,” the more her resolve solidified. “I just can’t imagine what anyone would want with little old me.” She covered her voice in maple syrup. “Dr. Lee and Dr. Bancroft are very fine surgeons, very respectable. Dr. Lee graduated top of his class from UW. I’m supervising his fellowship, and he’s very skilled.” Clarke let the words roll like waves along a beach on a calm day. “And Dr. Bancroft is who we call whenever we need a feeding tube done right the first time. His focus on fundamentals is exceptional—”

“They want you,” Blakely said more loudly than he intended.

Say it, she taunted him with a sharp look, though the words that came out were light. “I’ll call Dr. Lee. I’m sure he’d be more suitable to you—”

“Ms. Griffin—”

“You’d rather have Dr. Bancroft? Sorry. I thought you’d want the more skilled surgeon, but to be honest, we do perform a lot more feeding tube placements than major—”

“We know you’re the best.” Blakely growled, giving in. 

Clarke had won, but she still felt empty. “You can’t even call me a doctor.” 

“Protocol.” Blakely refused to look at her. “Come with us, ma’am.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You can appeal on grounds of pregnancy or motherhood.”

Clarke scoffed. “Of course.” She didn’t even try to hide her disdain, though she knew she had to play along. She looked down at her scrubs. “I need to change.”

“Of course,” Blakely said. His smile was sharp, an insult. “Though we’ll need to supervise.”

Clarke bit down hard. She had not joined the Resistance, but she’d been obsessively keeping track of their Instagram posts at @emeraldcityjustice. Militiamen never raped, she’d learned, especially if the woman was white and of marrying age. They didn’t call it rape, though, they called it “sexual theft.” They were not to spoil another man’s property (or potential property), and that meant no touching. This restriction forced men to get creative, find new ways of dominating without ruining the goods. Resisting, the posts said, meant speaking the militia’s language. 

“But I say unto you, that whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.” Clarke had memorized some key verses, and she said this one loud enough for everyone around the nursing station to hear it. “Matthew 5:28. I think those are words in red. You know, Jesus. The son of God himself.” She would not let these fuckers anywhere near her. 

Blakely squinted and his face turned to stone.

“The locker room is on the second floor,” she said. “You two are welcome to wait outside the door, if you like.” Clarke strode towards the elevator. Blakely glared at her a few moments before nodding at his partner. They followed her into the elevator. Clarke looked at her watch. 10:15 p.m. Shift change. The locker room would be packed. 

“We need to sweep,” Blakely said as they stepped off the elevator and approached the locker room door.

Clarke sighed loudly. There was no use in arguing. Blakely nodded towards the key swipe. Clarke swiped her badge and a little red light on the handle turned green. Blakely opened the door then turned conspicuously so that his back was facing the opening.

“This is Corporal Blakely of Washington’s First Militia,” he shouted into the room. The volume of his voice made Clarke jump. “Private Cooks and I will be doing a sweep of this locker room in two minutes. Those who are not appropriately covered at that time will be taken into custody.” Blakely let the door close behind him and set a timer on his Apple watch.

Are you fucking kidding me? Clarke didn’t say out loud.

Five minutes later, Blakely and Cooks were back out in the hallway. Clarke knew they wouldn’t find anything. The locker room was a windowless space that was mostly concrete and tile. It had one exit, a fire hazard long ignored because that part of the hospital had been built 140 years ago. The only other door was a closet full of cleaning supplies.

Blakely nodded at Clarke to go inside. 

“You have five minutes,” he said, fiddling with his watch again.

“I’d like to shower.”

“Four minutes and fifty-seven seconds. If you don’t come out on time, we will come in.”

Clarke swallowed and pushed through the door. Dozens of annoyed eyes lifted as she walked in. She just shook her head as she walked past them. 

Because it was an old hospital, doctors—female doctors, even surgeons—shared the locker room with nurse supervisors, charge nurses and other medical staff who had seniority. (Male doctors, especially surgeons, did not share a locker room with anyone, of course.) It bothered Clarke on principle, but for the most part she liked being around the non-doctor staff, and it didn’t hurt to have a friendly relationship with the nurses when she was on the floors. 

The women’s eyes quickly went back to their tasks of leaving. Between the unrest and a new virus no one seemed to know anything about, the hospital, which was already under-resourced, had been over capacity for weeks now. Everyone was tired, stressed, and getting more and more afraid. They just wanted to get home as soon as possible. The later at night, the more aggressive the patrols got. 

Clarke walked to her locker and took a few deep breaths as she quickly spun the lock to its numbers and pulled it open. She took off her white coat and hung it on the hanger inside. She pulled out her backpack and checked that her phone charger was inside. She pulled her wallet out and stared at her driver’s license for a long moment, not sure if it would be a liability. She decided to bring it, along with her curfew papers, and a used copy of The Obelisk Gate she’d picked up from Horizon Books a few weeks ago but never opened. Next, she stuffed her street clothes inside along with two sets of clean scrubs (only later would she wonder why she took the scrubs). Finally, she grabbed the two boxes of protein bars and four bottles of Gatorade that she kept there to keep her energy up on long shifts.

Clarke almost laughed at how much could fit in her small backpack. 

She looked at her watch. Three minutes left. Shit. She almost forgot to switch watches. She pulled off the little cheap thing she used at the hospital and replaced it with her dad’s chunky but sleek metal piece. It was heavy on her wrist, but that’s what she liked about it. Somehow she felt safer with it on.

She swallowed. She needed to move, but to move meant everything would be different. She threw her shoulders back, lifted her hands in front of her, palms up as if making an offering, and took in a deep breath. It’s what she did whenever she was about to make a first cut. She closed her eyes, felt the ground solid under her feet, felt her heart slow to steady saunter. 

Clarke smiled to herself. It was a heavy smile, sad and defiant. Fuck them.

She grabbed her backpack, slung it over her shoulder, and walked to the broom closet.

“You alright, Dr. Griffin?” A voice rang out. Veró, the charge nurse from the post-op wing, looked up as Clarke was about to go inside. Her eyes were nervous.

“I will be,” Clarke replied as she closed the door. “Take good care of yourself, Veró. Be safe. You didn’t see me, okay?”

Veró nodded. “You stay safe, Clarke.” She closed her eyes for a long moment. Her smile was heavy with concern. “I didn’t see nothing.” 

Clarke held Veró’s eyes for a long moment, then nodded, stepped into the closet, and closed the door behind her. It was a small space, but large enough for two people to fit—a fact Clarke had exploited with Lu, a nurse from the Telemetry unit, several times. There was a small, dirty, pointless window at the top of the closet that she and Lu had covered with a tray from the cafeteria so that the janitors in their breakroom across the alley couldn’t watch them taking their break. During the day, thin streaks of light leaked in around the edges. Clarke was grateful it was so late and that the alley outside got so little light. The metal shelving served as the perfect ladder, sturdy and wide. She disrupted the toilet paper and big bottles of cleaner as she climbed, leaving hints of her escape, but there was nothing to be done about it. The top shelf was blessedly empty, too high up to be useful.

She pulled the tray out of the way to reveal a window that was smaller than she expected. She turned a small latch and pushed the window. It didn’t budge. She pushed it again, harder this time, though she didn’t have much leverage. Nothing happened. The shelf wobbled minutely under her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

It held steady as she gingerly pulled her full body onto the top shelf. She barely fit up there. She checked her watch. She maybe had a minute. Probably less. Clarke hit the base of the window with the flat of her palm. Nothing. She hit it again. Still nothing. She took a breath and closed her eyes. 

Please.

She hit it again and heard a tiny scrape. One more push, and the window swung open with an achy shriek. It might have been shut for decades. Clarke was lucky. The drop from the second floor window to the sidewalk was short. The alley swept upwards from 9th Ave., ending at the top with the fifth floor’s windows being at street level. 

She was out, and she had no idea what to do. By now, Blakely and Cooks would have noticed that she hadn’t come out. Maybe they’d give her another minute. She remembered the Apple watch. 

Her mind churned and tumbled. She had opened holes in skulls with drills and saws. She had cracked ribs to expose hearts that stopped beating in front of her eyes. But now, on this warm summer night on an empty sidewalk, she didn’t know what to do. So she ran. The hospital was a mess of old buildings connected by narrow alleys—easy to get lost. But Clarke had done her residency and fellowship here—spent nearly a quarter of her life here—and while she didn’t know the alleys, she knew the buildings, recognized the skyways above linking everything together. She slid from shadow to shadow in the direction of the interstate. It was an intuitive decision, the way she knew exactly where to find the bleeding in surgery. 

She kept moving, the rolling rumble of the highway getting closer. Finally, she found herself at the parking garage and knew exactly where to go. She walked calmly through the first level reserved for people going to the ED. She was careful to avoid the security booth where Mitch would be. He was a good guy, and Clarke didn’t want to bring him any trouble. She moved quickly towards an emergency exit which brought her to a fire escape facing the interstate. During her first year as resident, she and Dr. Salem used to meet there to smoke a joint after a 30-hour shift. 

She paused. Think. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Her breath caught when she came across her mom’s contact. You could have called, she could already hear her saying. We would have figured it out. Even if there was enough time for her mom to get from Whidbey Island to the city—and there wasn’t—it wouldn’t be safe. Anyone she called could be implicated and punished. Unless she chose to crawl back into the hospital, she was now an RRL, a Resistor of the Rule of Law.

This is moment everything changes. The thought cracked across her mind like lightning and disappeared just as fast. The thunder would roll on for years and years.

She closed her contacts and opened Instagram instead. She went to the @emeraldcityjustice profile. Her grin was grim as she hit the Message button. How ridiculous this world had become.

“Canada or the mountains?”

“What?” Clarke shook herself out of a haze. The driver hadn’t spoken since he picked her up from a dark corner under the interstate where @emeraldcityjustice had told her to go. They immediately turned east over the lake to Bellevue.

“You’ll have to decide at the drop point in Everett,” the driver went on. “They can either get you on a ferry to Canada or you can head to a refugee community in the mountains.” He glanced over his shoulder to the back seat where she was lying down to avoid facial recognition cameras on the interstate. “Do you want to escape or do you want to fight?”

THE END. THAT’S IT. I’M SORRY.

#the 100 fanfiction #clarke griffin #WIP backstory #clexa fic backstory #action

[oscar-mildes]

elvira you know I always see what you're hiding in the tags,, I will always read it if you answer all of them abhsjdbs

nev you asked for this and im going to go thru with it bc im an oversharing idiot like oh you asked me how’s the weather i will tell you about all my trauma instead :D 

What do you identify as and what are your pronouns? i’m cis yo i’m she/her. i’m biromantic ace. thats the label i would put on it i guess. i really just refer to myself as gay bc i like pretty boys who look like girls and pretty girls and pretty nb and queer people and basically i just like pretty people ajsfbjf

How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story? theres no story to it. no epiphany or realization. i just always was ok with thinking that girls were pretty and that gay people are cool and it wasnt until recent years that i was like oH SHIT AM I GAY

Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it? no i guess bc i’m a girl and id as a girl and have a very obvious girl body

Who was the first person you told, how did they react? i guess my best friend. we’re both very ok with gay shit and we just always made comments about pretty girls and now we’re both pretty gay. i like my big tiddie anime girls and she likes her pretty kpop girl bands

Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel? i’ve only “come out” to some of my friends. i would NEVER in my LIFE even imagine telling my mom i like girls. shes homophobic Like That

If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react? uhh see above. my mom, stepdad, family members are all homophobic. hispanics in general are Like That rip. i think my dad would be the most ok with it but he lives in mexico and i dont talk to him often anyway. doesnt matter

What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality? i hate when people ask me about the ace part. like they have a bigger problem about my not wanting to have sex over the liking girls part tbh. sometimes it’s difficult for me to even describe where i am on the ace spectrum. it’s honestly the more difficult part 

Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear. basic nerd. you know those fics like “she dressed in a black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and all star converse” yea that she is me

Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships? ajkfj this is a good question and canon wise i love Ash and Eiji from Banana Fish, Uenoyama and Mafuyu from Given, Nezumi and Shion from No. 6, and Simon and Baz from Carry On. Not canon i love Kurama and Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho, Izuku and Todoroki from My Hero Academia, and Inosuke and Tanjiro from Demon Slayer. Note how most of them are anime i

What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any? i dont really wear any bc im lazy. if you like it you do you but idrc for it? except for lipstick i LOVE lipstick i have all the colors. i wear it so it distracts people from the rest of my face

Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you? ...no

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community? i live in the south so ive heard tons of shit talk about gay people. i dont really have any that stand out. my mom just likes to say that we’re going to hell :D so let’s give em a show ay

What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community? i guess i like how we find solidarity in each other just bc we’re not straight. most of the lgbt+ folks i know are pretty chill about everything

What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community? terfs but they dont count

Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not? i live in a small town and i could never sneak out of my house for that bc i still live with my mom so no

Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity? theres so many big celebrities now that id as lgbt+ but im going old school and loving my man, my tumblr url namesake mr Oscar Wilde. my man got put in jail for sodomy 

Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet? lmao never bc im mean, ugly, and terrible at talking to people irl. i had a bf in middle school? but bc i was 12 i dont count it 

What is your favourite lgbt+ book? Carry On and the sequel Wayward Son. (very anxiously waiting for book 3 Anyway the Wind Blows come on Rainbow Rowell)

Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened? for being gay? no. bc im not really out. ive faced discrimination for being a brown woman tho :)))

Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show? yall i love gay anime: Given, Banana Fish, No. 6, Yuri on Ice yeee. i dont really watch tv with real people but i think that Brooklyn 99 does a very good job with Holt and Rosa yall im love Rosa

Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers? theres bloggers??? um idk i love u nev so you count right @why-do-you-pick-flowers

Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim? for a while everyone was mad as hell about “im gay for ___” and idk im gay for everything so thats a “slur” i use for myself

Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it? ive never gone omg i’d probably be intimidated as hell like i have a lot of problems just existing so to be existing around very flamboyant and extravagant people like that makes me break into a nervous sweat

How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you? ive always felt like a girl even tho my mom always said “oh you like boy things??? you should have been born a boy” but like, your likes and dislike dont determine your gender. i like “boy” things and “dress like a boy” but i dont FEEL like a boy. ive never had any desire to become a boy or id as a boy. gender is a social construct fuck society

Are you interested in having children? Why or why not? i have a very complicated relationship with children. babies are ugly and toddlers are annoying but i feel like if i had children i would love them obviously because theyre mine. this is gonna be a weird analogy but like i dislike cats. BUT  i have cats. and i love the fuck outta them. so i feel like thatd be me with kids. but im ace so like.... who would even have kids with me. i could not. pregnancy seems like a hassle and adoption is... i have thoughts on that but thats for a different post. also i can see myself being married and not having children OR having kids without a spouse. theres just something complicated about having both??? maybe im just fucked in the head idk bro

What identity advice would you give your younger self? you dont hate girls you like them, dumbass

What do you think of gender roles in relationships? fuck gender roles. get pegged, bros. i also have a very specific dynamic if i ever got into a relationship (which you know. wont happen) but like if i dated a guy i feel like i’d be very top. a MAN telling ME what to do??? fuck that. but if i dated a pretty girl??? top me pls

Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender? i think ive already said too much oh god someone is gonna look at this and be like what the FUCK but like lmao dont be afraid to ask me i apparently have no shame

What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+? it’s scary at first because you think “im not normal” but like pray tell me what is normal. do what makes you happy. fuck society

Why are proud to be lgbt+? i’m comfortable with the people i like. i might not be very confident and i have depression, anxiety, self esteem issues, probs adhd or ocd idfk but at least i know if i see a pretty girl or smth im gonna be like wow that girl is pretty and have no bad thoughts about it. it’s just how it be. after a lot of dissecting my past behavior, ive always been this way. you cant change who you are. just accept it

#asks #nev you asked for this #oversharing??? me??? never #lgbt stuff #im gay yall

[secretsfromwholecloth]

Dragon Age: Inquisition, day 11.

Hello, Erimond. You’re definitely quite terrible.

That’s...wow, you’re quite forthcoming. I haven’t seen such a classic villain monologue in a while.

Oh, bless you, Blackwall. Seeing another side of the Wardens, are you? The next time you meet a real one, especially from Ferelden, get them to tell you some stories about Warden-Commander Cousland. Though the real scary bits are, ah, above your pay grade as a non-initiate.

The note recounting the creation of a baby mage’s phylactery. Weh, my heart.

And Sera’s quest is done. Still not too bad.

OK, now it’s time for the painful part of Here Lies the Abyss. So. I can’t not bring Varric for Hawke reasons, I can’t not bring Blackwall for Warden reasons, who else wants to come along? Cole might be an obvious choice, but he’s gotten a lot of attention lately and hasn’t given me much banter in return, so it might be Solas’ turn.

Really, Clarel. Really.

That’s how the Fade trip happens this time? Heh, nice.

The whole “what even is gravity” thing going on is hilarious.

I’d quite forgotten just how lovely male Hawke’s voice is. Not like I spent a whole game luxuriating in the sound or anything, right? (Not a very long game, to be fair.)

Noooo, my sons, don’t fight!

Oh no. Oh no. Decision time. Stroud should mean little to me, but I hate dealing the already-reeling Wardens another blow in a time like this, and he did agree to save Bethany, and the part of me that enjoys pain wants to see Varric mourn his friend (and give my tanky son a sad but heroic ending). So, just how much do I like pain?

Answer: ...not quite that much, especially since I know I’ve got more coming soon enough. I’ll sacrifice Hawke another time. I’m sorry, Stroud.

“It’s not right, to want to do good, to be good, and to have that turned against you.” Heh, yes, Blackwall, I’m sure that whole business hit you where you live.

Blackwall has done the thing. It is time for pain. I like pain. :D

Not even a coat or something to cover up with? I damned well hope it’s summer.

Headcanon: The sex that night in the barn is...good, but no better than that. Too frenzied, too forceful, too much. Distracted, but trying not to be. Not least because a certain fake Warden I could name is trying to block out his demons as much as share an intimate moment with his girlfriend, and it only works so well. Later sessions, after they reconcile, improve significantly. Enough so that Linniva bites back a “who are you, and what have you done with Blackwall?” joke just in time. Bad idea, Linniva. Good thing you didn’t say that out loud.

Linniva is doing a whole lot of curling up in a ball and crying. At first, her racing thoughts were of oh Maker it’s my fault I’ve driven away an important ally and soured things with the Wardens and damned the whole Inquisition because I couldn’t keep it in my pants oh Maker I’m an idiot. After the big reveal, it’s time for a second round, to the tune of oh Maker it’s my fault I was taken in by a liar and hung all our hopes on some mercenary because I couldn’t keep it in my pants oh Maker I’m an idiot. Fun times.

Writing a character like Blackwall means you have to make him sympathetic enough to be worth rescuing but not so sympathetic that his crimes seem irrelevant and his guilt silly. I say his writer deserves a round of applause for executing that very delicate balancing act with such deftness.

All through this series, you’ve taken such good care of me, Ms. Chee. Thank you.

Faking your death and literally taking up the mantle of a better person is an awfully clumsy way to go about things, but the impulse is clear as day to me. It’s the same thing that’s going through my head when I say I should’ve been the miscarriage instead of my mom’s previous pregnancy—I should never have been the one to survive, my life is worthless, someone else could do this better.

So yes, Linniva will be taking him back, once they work through a few things. The words “If you ever lie to me again, I’m sending you away” may be uttered somewhere offscreen.

You’re a good bro, Cullen. Linniva was definitely too frantic to make it all the way to “Our man is in prison? We’re the fucking Inquisition, we get him out of there.”

In the absence of further information, I’m going to imagine that everknit wool is fantasy superwash.

Sorry for neglecting you all this time, Iron Bull, but hey, what better moment to make up for lost time than when getting blind drunk and talking about something relatively simple, like dragons and how much you like them, is exactly what Linniva needs?

Weeeeeeeelp. Shouldn’t have missed my chance to start softening Leliana way back at the beginning, I guess.

#dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #linniva trevelyan

[miachanelparker]

Meet The Parkers

INVOLVED: Tyler Carter, Mia Carter, Farrah Parker, James Parker Jr., and James Parker  TIME FRAME: Sunday, March 15th, 2020 LOCATION: Farrah Home; Houston,Texas SUMMARY: Tyler and Mia finally go speak to the Parker’s after announcing their pregnancy and wedding in Paris on the internet.

Mia was surprised that her father had willingly let them into the home after they had stood at the front door assuming no one was there after their long wait. “Hey dad” Mia said to him as they stood at the front door gazing at one another.

James stood there and he gazed at Tyler, the last time he saw the boy he wanted to kill his punk ass, and nothing had changed. He heard about their apparent marriage and their unborn child which did touch his heart greatly. But he was so upset, they were moving too fast and beyond that Tyler had disrespected him in his house. “Hi Mia” he said as his eyes finally left Tyler and looked down at her. “Why are you here?” he asked her leaning against the door. “We already know about everything, your mother had to learn from some damn social media app…” he shrugged. “We are caught up” he told her.

Tyler stood behind Mia’s his hands on her hips, holding her there. He did not like the idea of being in her father’s presence. He thought the man was trash for the way he blatantly disrespected Mia. However, he had promised her he was going to bite his tongue. So, as the man opened the door, after what felt like forever, Tyler rolled his jaw and bit the inside of his cheek.

Mia looked at her father with a smirk and she said “come on daddy” easily to him. “Let’s go inside of the house and I will tell you everything you don’t know and don’t understand” she told him with authority in her voice. She wasn’t the frail little girl she once was; this Mia was a lot more mature and woken now and she didn’t fear much of anything. She moved past her father patting his rock-hard abs as she did.

JJ was hiding at the top of the steps and when his sister appeared, he came rushing down “Mia!” he said loudly as he ran into her hugging her. He held onto the girl tightly he hadn’t seen her in so long and he missed her so much. He pulled away taking her in, her long hair was straightened and down her back. She had on fancy clothes, Gucci? “I missed you sis” she told her softly as he gripped her hands tightly in his.

Tyler moved into the house behind Mia, not saying a word to her father as he brushed past the man. He stood there in the foyer, looking at JJ as he embraced his sister and he said, “Sup” to the younger boy as he tossed a head nod his way.

James looked at Mia with a raised brow as she pushed her way past him, he even took note of her husband doing the same. Amusing. As his son came rushing down the stairs, he sighed to himself closing the door behind him. He walked past the group slowly, his hand resting against his chin as he looked Tyler up and down “hmph” he said walking behind the equally tall man as he moved for his wife in the kitchen.

Mia looked to her brother and she hugged him tightly in her arms as he held her, “hey JJ” she said in a somber voice. As the boy pulled away holding her hands, she nodded her head “I missed you too” she said softly as she licked her lips. “You remember Tyler” she said to him looking back.

JJ looked at Tyler and he looked him up and down, before he looked away. “Yeah who can’t forget the nigga who broke up the family” he said bitterly to her surprise. He dropped her hands and sighed “why did you come?” he asked her. “Last time he and dad were going to kill each other” he said looking at Tyler again.

Tyler stood there and he licked his lips slowly, continuing to ignore James as he slipped his hands into his pockets. At JJ’s words, Tyler’s fists balled in his pockets and he sucked his teeth to keep from saying anything. He had promised Mia. “This lil’ mufucka,” he mumbled under his breath.

Mia looked to her brother and his words made her eyes grow like saucers. She couldn’t believe that was the way her brother had seen it but, truthfully, she had turned her back to them and walked out that door with Tyler. At Tyler’s mumbled words she turned around slowly to look at him “don’t play with me” she told him bitterly, her brother was the one thing for sure she’d fucking rip his heart out over. “Don’t do that” she said sternly. She turned back to JJ and said “I am sorry, that was not his intentions and he could never do that. You know what you mean to me. Even he can’t come between what we have” she said. “He’s my husband now JJ, and he means no harm baby brother. A little rough around the edges, and very protective. But soft and a teddy bear at best” she said with a smirk.

JJ looked at Tyler, he looked mean and aggressive. Why did Mia like him so much? She shared words with the man, for what reason he didn’t know why. And he kept his mouth closed because of it. As she went on to explain herself to him and how she felt he nodded his head slowly at her before he looked at Tyler. Him a teddy bear? He’d have to see it to believe it.  

Tyler shifted on his feet, looking down at Mia as she scolded him and he grunted softly, sliding his hands from his pockets as he folded his arms over his chest. “A’ight,” he said nodding as he licked his lips slowly. His eyes moved back to JJ and he squinted at the boy as he stood there towering over them all.

Mia smirked at her brother again, at Tyler words she maintained her smile for the boy before she said. “Go get mama” she instructed as she licked her lips and continued to smile. She turned around and looked at him, her smile falling instantly as her little brother did as she told him.

Tyler looked down at Mia once more as she turned to him and he shifted on his feet. He was pissed, actually boiling on the inside. He hated her family, but he had to chill. He knew that he had to chill.

Mia looked to her husband and she said “go outside” easily to him as she dropped her purse on the chair. “Let’s have a chat” she said easily as she moved for the front door and she opened it, pointing for him to move. As her mother and brother surfaced, she told them. “Give us a second” she said with a plastered smile before she moved out the house closing the door behind Tyler. “You lost your fucking mind boy?” she asked him angrily.

Tyler looked at Mia and he rolled his jaw slightly. What now man. He hadn’t even said anything for real. He stood there, blinking slowly at her as his arms stayed folded over his broad chest. He looked at her mother and brother as they approached, and he looked them over slowly before he moved outside with Mia. At her words, he said, “what?” to her as he tilted his head and let out a deep, aggravated sigh.

“Tyler do not disrespect my family. I don’t disrespect yours” Mia said easily, as she stood before him, her hands in her sweatpants pocket. “That is my brother” she informed calmly.

Tyler sucked his teeth. “I ain’t say nothing,” he told her as he gazed down at her. “I’m the nigga that broke up the family but I did not say anything, I’m going to keep my mouth shut like I told you I was Mia,” he told her, dropping his arms from his chest as he rolled his wrists a bit out of irritation. “I’ma be cool,” he mumbled, looking off into the distance now.

Mia chuckled at him gently nodding her head slowly at his words, “mm” she said to him as she nodded her head slowly. “You argue with his father at his dinner table. You whisked his only sister away from him. His parents are bothered by it, and you are upset with him for his remark?” she asked him next. “You think, Mr. Big-Fucking-Mouth, that you being silent is, what? Being positive in turn?” she asked him seriously her face that of a woman who was trying to very hard to hide a very scary side of her, but she didn’t fuck around about her damn brother. “You don’t think!” she barked loudly at him. “You just fly off the handle 0 to fucking 100 and there’s never an in between. I tell you fucking what. You are going to take you light skin ass in there and you are going to fix this shit because you need to realize when it comes to ME you can’t fight every fucking battle” she argued. “You were WRONG. Wrong then and you are so far left now. I-” she said, balling her fist. “Whew so help me God” she barked so loud her veins were protruding in her neck. “I am having a baby and so help me God” she said shoving him “she or he will know both sides of their family, there will be love and unity, and you are going to get over this stubborn bull headed shit you got going on because at this point Tyler I don’t give a fuck. You got everything you wanted out of the fucking deal; you’ve angered every-fucking-body now move the fuck on king of the fucking dickheads. If other people don’t want to jump on board, they can jump off but for once in your damn life be the bigger fucking person bro, you too old for this dumb ass high school shit nigga” she said as she moved to shove her parents door open moving inside.

“I told you to stay Mia! I would have waited in that car for hours, I didn’t tell you to follow me… you made that choice,” Tyler told her with a grunt. “Mia, they judged me from the moment I walked through the door,” he countered. “Last time I was here your brother was talking all kind of crazy because of how I look,” he said squinting at her, “but I ain’t say anything then either,” he told her, shaking his head. Huffing, he puffed out his chest, looking off once more as Mia continued to chew him out and his eyes rolled. He was pissed. He didn’t do a damn thing then or now, but he was getting chewed out. He honestly just felt like waiting in the car once again because he didn’t know if Mia was tripping because of the pregnancy hormones or what but he was not here for that shit. As she shoved him, Tyler let out a deep growl from the back of his throat as he looked down at her. “Mia!” he said loudly. “You need to fucking chill,” he told her, trying to remain as calm as he could. He sucked his teeth, his jaw clenched tight. He looked at Mia and he nodded slowly. “You sound fucking stupid,” he told her honestly. “Why in the fuck would I want to set your family ablaze?” he asked her. “What in the absolutely fuck does that do for me?” he questioned her, really wanting to know, not being able to hold his tongue any longer. “You see how tight my family is, why in, as you say, God’s name, would I not want the same for your family?” he asked her, tilting his head as she shoved the door open and he continued to stand there because he wasn’t about to play with Mia or her family, now he was really pissed.

“I can’t choose between the both of you!” Mia said to him easily “I wouldn’t make you do that with your family. But at that moment I didn’t know what to do!” she said agitatedly. As he bantered back and forth with her, she folded her arms over her chest gazing at him. “I’m stupid, okay” she said nodding her head at as she moved back into the house. She looked at Farrah and JJ as they stood there, obviously having heard them yelling at each other. “I got you guys something” she rushed out as she moved to her purse and pulled out the same framed sonogram she’d given to his family, there were three of them of course. “And I know you guys may already know but. I wanted to tell you guys in person about the baby” she said looking at her brother and then her mother.

Farrah looked at Mia as she walked back into the door, she couldn’t deny hearing part of the conversation as she pulled JJ to her. What was this? She didn’t know what to think when it came to them because from one thing to the next it was the extreme. Luckily, her husband was off in his own world or there would be not telling how he’d feel about what just happened. She felt James just wanted to protect her rather Tyler was what he wanted to protect her from or not. At Mia’s words she gripped JJ’s shoulder before she released him and said “come give me a hug” easily. She was hurt to find out about the marriage and child the way that she did, but she understood James didn’t make anything easy for any of them. On top of that she was actually excited about the baby, no matter the circumstances.

Tyler smacked his lips. She was still missing the point. She did not have to choose; he had given her the freedom to stay and be merry with her family. He wasn’t going anywhere. He would have sat in that car and just waited without any issues. As she went on, Tyler huffed out. She worked every single nerve in his body sometimes. As she moved back into the house, he reluctantly moved in behind her, despite the fact that he absolutely did not want to. He stood just beyond the open door, watching as Mia handed over the gifts. He licked his lips slowly, staring past all three of them as Farrah pulled Mia into a hug.

Mia looked to her mother, her words causing her face to scrunch as she began to cry. She moved closer to Farrah and she hugged her tightly “I’m sorry” she offered her as she sniffled hard.

Farrah accepted Mia into her arms, and she hugged her pecking her cheek sweetly. “It’s okay baby” she offered her “I understand” she told her as the girl cried. “Stop crying” she told her softly “I am so excited and so happy baby” she told her genuinely.

Tyler closed the door behind him as the mother-daughter duo continued to hug. He sighed deeply, letting out a small hum, as he released a breath. He needed to calm down for real. He needed to make amends with her family, despite himself. Slowly he turned to her little brother and he held out his hand to dap.

JJ looked at his sister and mother as they hugged, and he sighed as he looked over at Tyler. The boy dabbed him, and he quietly said “sorry” to the man that he apparently upset.

Mia nodded her head at her, and she sniffled hard at her mother’s words as they continued to hug. She hated how much of a softy she was sometimes; she was always crying about something. As her mother told her to stop crying, she said “I can’t” softly to her as she continued. “I want everyone on one accord” she confessed quietly.

Farrah pulled away from Mia at her words and she wiped the girls face gently, how did Mia manage to be a cute crier she didn’t know. She chuckled at her “everything works out in the end” she told her wisely. She looked to Tyler and she pulled the boy in a hug “hi Tyler” she greeted the boy he arms still around Mia’s waist.

Tyler nodded at JJ as he said sorry and he said, “me too,” quietly. As Farrah pulled him into a hug, he hugged her back. “Hi Mrs. Parker,” he said quietly, as he rubbed the woman’s back, holding her tight as he dropped his head to her shoulder.

Farrah rubbed the boys back gently as he actually hugged her back and she licked her lips. “Tyler, you must know that you mean the world to us despite” she said hugging Mia to her as well. “I think we are all bombarded by this but, I adore what you guys are trying to build. And I respect it. And I want to be a part of the baby’s life. I will never do anything to come between you guys. We are all on edge sweetie don’t punish us for it,” she said pecking the boy’s cheek lovingly. “Come on let’s sit and I’ll go find your father. JJ go back upstairs” she said knowingly. He already had an opinion, having thought his sister abandon them for Tyler. He didn’t need to be a part of this. “I’ll be right back” she said to Mia kissing her cheek supportively.

Tyler hugged Farrah back tightly and he pulled back a little, to gaze at her as she spoke. He nodded slightly as he took in what she had to say, and he sighed gently. “I understand,” he said quietly as he slowly released his grip on Farrah. “Okay,” he said quietly, looking at Mia as he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.

Mia allowed her mother to speak as her head hung and she wiped her tears, she felt her mother and father hated her for all of this so maybe she just misread. She sniffled hard and she nodded her head at her mother and moved to sit down on the couch swallowing hard. She dried her face before her father came, not wanting him to see her in this light.

Farrah left them and moved down the hallway to find her husband. When she did, she opened the door to his man cave and said “we need to talk this out as a family, get up and come on” she said pointing to the door. “Don’t make me say it twice James, you’ve made a mess of things. Make it right, she’s pregnant” she emphasized.

James looked back at his wife as the door opened, at her words she huffed as he got up turning the tv off. “I told you to leave me out of this woman” he explained although he moved when she said to.

Tyler followed behind Mia and he moved to sit down on the couch as well. He placed his hands in his lap, looking around the room slowly as he sat there in silence. Slowly he turned his eyes to Mia, and he said, “I’ll be the bigger person,” to her softly. “I’ll make this right.”

Farrah looked at James with a raised brow “oh honey, don’t get me started today, I have had just about enough of your shit” she rambled off in creole to him. She followed behind as he moved towards the living room and she said to him behind Tyler and Mia. “You are going to sit your ass down; you are going to discuss this shit and you are going to like it. You got me” she spat in creole, as she rolled her eyes as she moved to sit down in front of Tyler and Mia, in a chair off to the side.

Mia looked back at her mother as she cursed her father out in front of them. She tucked her lips away ignoring Tyler and his words, she was still pissed the hell off at him. She turned to look at her mother as she sat, and she breathed slowly.

James looked back at his wife, pausing as he moved to sit down as she chewed him out in front of the young adults. Well. He could pick up certain pieces of what she was saying in the other language, but he was well aware that she was in fact pissed off at him. So, he sat down quietly and said nothing as he rested his hands in his lap.

Tyler grew quiet once more as Mia said nothing to him and he let out a deep sigh, suppressing his own irritation. As Farrah and James sat down before them, Tyler looked at James and he sat back. He looked at Farrah, then back at James expectantly. He really was going to have to be the adult in the situation. “Mr. Parker…” Tyler began, letting out a breath as he put his pride aside. “I am sorry.”

Farrah looked at James, her gaze so strong she could kill him with her eyes, she hated how stubborn men could be sometimes. She hoped JJ had her attitude towards life, God knows his father was a mess. “Speak,” she barked at him, her eyes dark.

James looked at Tyler with a huge sigh, he thought to himself for a long time before he looked to his wife with somewhat wide eyes. “Okay” he reasoned with her, using his hands to signal her to calm down. He looked back at Tyler tugging at the collar of his shirt “I should be the one apologizing” he told the young boy.

“You think?” Farrah interjected annoyed as she shifted in her chair looking at James.

“Farrah, calm down” James said looking at her again with soft eyes before he looked back at the couple. “I am sorry for the drama I caused” he told them both. “I was just trying to protect Mia the best way I knew how” he said.

Tyler looked at James and he sighed deeply, and he placed his hands on his knees. “I didn’t make it any better,” he said honestly. “Sir, if I may, respectfully, protect Mia from what?” he asked honestly wanting to know. “You didn’t even take a chance to even get to know me,” he said looking down. “I love Mia and I am just as protective over her as you are Mr. Parker, I would never do anything to purposefully hurt or harm Mia.”

James looked to Tyler and he sighed softly to the boy he didn’t like talking about this and that is part of the reason why he didn’t want to have this discussion. He leaned up and rested his elbows on his knees as he covered his face gently with his large hand.

Farrah looked at Tyler and it was a fair question, but she knew why he was like that. He ran off every man that came close to her, never let her date, and always hoovered. She sighed heavily and said “when Mia was 10 and a friend of the family molested her Tyler. James-” she said, shaking her head. “Forgive Mr. Parker. We experienced the worst thing two parents would want to endure” she explained swallowing down her nausea.

Mia looked to her father and she looked down, as her mother spoke, her eyes grew a little. She never told Tyler that and honestly never mentioned it after its initial exposure. She bit her lip as she wiped another tear as it fell, sniffling again. “Tyler is very protective of me though, like he said” she said even as she cried, wiping a few more tears.

Tyler slowly moved his eyes to Farrah as James dropped his head. He looked between the two of them waiting for a response before Farrah finally spoke. He looked to her, his eyes growing wide before he looked at Mia, his entire face dropping. “W-what?” he asked, staring at her now. She hadn’t spoken a word about it to him, not ever. He understood why of course, but he truly had no idea. “Mia,” he whispered as he wrapped her up in his arms now, pulling her into his lap without a care. He held her tight, his face pressed into her neck as he squeezed her, not wanting to let go.

Farrah looked to Mia offering her sad eyes “don’t cry baby” she said before Tyler moved to console her and she looked to her husband.

James sniffled slightly, trying to hide his broken heart as his wife explained his issue. He hadn’t even wanted her to go off to school, every second he thought about it honestly. He was supposed to protect her, and he failed. He slyly wiped his tears and he swallowed hard looking down at the floor. “I’m happy for you both and I am sorry” he said very quietly.

Mia dried her face, with the back of her hand and when Tyler pulled her into his lap, she laid her head against his, closing her eyes. “It’s okay” she told him as he squeezed her for dear life. “I know dad” she said, opening her eyes to look to him “we accept your apology” she said for them both.

Tyler lifted his head, looking at James as he apologized and he nodded his head, holding Mia for dear life. “I understand,” he said quietly. “I have a little sister and I don’t know what I would do if anything ever happened to her,” he explained. “Mia is my world and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe from harm as my wife and the mother of my child,” he said before he added, “and rather we’re having a little boy or a little girl, I’ll protect them with my life,” he said truthfully, still squeezing Mia.

Mia looked to Tyler as he spoke, with every word it seemed like his grip was getting tighter around her and she hugged him back. Her arm around his neck as she kissed his forehead tenderly and she looked to her dad. “Everyone isn’t a bad guy daddy” she said softly.

James looked to them both and he nodded his head before he said “I believe you” easily and without thought. “Children are a blessing we have no choice but to protect them at all cost” he said looking back down at the floor.

“That is right” Farrah said nodding her head “we are family, we cannot be at odds” she said to everyone. “Especially with children watching” she added as she pointed up towards the stairs.

Tyler rubbed Mia’s back and sides now, loosening his grip on her a bit as he nodded at her parents. He looked at Mia, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. “Lil Bit,” he whispered to her as he dropped his head back to her shoulder sadly. He let out a deep, sad sigh before he lifted his head and said, “You’re so right,” he told Farrah.

Mia looked at Tyler with red eyes “hm?” she said softly before she rested her head against his again, running her hands against his face. “Agreed” she breathed along with her mother.

“I agree” James said looking to his wife and then his daughter, wrapped up in his son-in-law arms.

Tyler looked at Mia, then at James and Farrah before he stood, gently resting Mia back down on the couch as he embraced James in a genuine hug. He patted the man’s back as he did.  

James looked to Tyler as he approached and he hugged the man, genuine in his actual act. “Welcome to the family man” he spoke thoughtfully.

“Thank you,” Tyler said back to James as he patted his back a little more before he pulled away. “I am honored to be a part of the family.”

#thread #thread: meet the parkers #thread: tyler amari

[forgivemeimmafloof]

Hi Mun and boys! Names Chris! So I’m 7 months preggers, stuck on bed rest and I stumble upon your absolutely amazing blog. I’m obsessed and pretty much creeped your whole page! Your art is absolutely amazing! Can I ask for something like how would the boys deal with a very pregnant momma stuck on bed rest? You can choice whoever! And take your time, I know how life can be 💕

Sorry for the very late reply my friend, I don’t even know if you're still pregnant, but I hope you’re feeling well and I hope your baby is too!

But let's begin with your ask (I decided to go with UT, US, UF and HT bros :D)

Sans: Sans has had absolutely no understanding of human anatomy. Sure he knows blood is normally a bad thing, sneezing is not a sign of dying so he shouldn’t worry, and that the reason we have to wash our clothes so much is that of dead skin (Which he finds really disturbing) But how monsters have kids is very very different than humans. Being the more curious of the skeletons and a protective one to be sure, Sansy will probably be lingering at your bedside. He’ll ask questions, and get so caught up in your answers that if you ask him to do some task he’s often ‘too lazy’ to do, he’ll do it without thinking. Of course, being that he’s caught on every single word you say; expect him to trip or tumble or spill water on himself due to his focus on your answers. And forgive him, but he doesn’t know how often humans ask mothers to touch their stomach, he’s definitely going to ask… More than once.

Papyrus: Who are you kidding? Telling Papyrus has spurred some level of motherly instinct in him that you had seen a few times but never to this degree. He’s in and out, checking your temperature (with a steak thermometer… He has no idea how to take care of humans), asking if you’re alright. He’s brought in puzzles and snacks, spoiling you with all of your favorites, pickles and ice cream and anything you might crave. He’s literally been running to the store and buying gallons of your favored snacks - taking pretty much all your fridge and cabinet space. You’ve been spoiled often, but it's very surprising to find him absolutely throwing his and your exercise regimes out the window in order to keep you and your baby happy and comfortable. Don’t be surprised to see him lugging in some of his old toys from when he was a kid, though he refuses to hand over all his action figures, he’ll sacrifice a few and some of his fluffy bunny books if it means he can give something to your kid.

Uf Sans/Chops: Chops isn’t one to hang around up close and personal, despite he’d probably be worried and protective like the other Sanses. He’ll probably be in and out, accompanying his brother when he visits, or simply walking past your open door to check on you with the hopes you don’t notice him. When the boys have work or sleep, he’s the one who’s probably posted outside your door like some personal guard. He won’t tell you that he’s there, or that if you need anything all you have to do is call… Instead its more likely that you’ll find yourself stepping out of your bedroom only to incur his wrath. “back in bed! you shouldn’t be running around dumbass!” he’s not one for kind words when it comes down to it. He’ll usher you back into your room, growling and scolding you to the point you might be too distracted to notice him tucking you into bed and refilling your water. When he leaves, which will be after he gruffly says “Don’t be stupid and just fucking call me if ya need somethin’” … It’ll be when you say that you had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and the red that washes over his face followed by the slurring curses of anger will probably make you laugh more than Sans’s stupid puns will.

UF Papyrus and HT papyrus/Vic and Sugar: The minute you say that there's a bun in the oven, the two creative skeletons are always thinking it. It's no secret one is a fashionista, and the others a seemster. The collaboration takes a couple of days, and during the time they aren’t designing and putting together their gift for you and the baby they are bringing food to your bedside. Vic brings every sort of dish you can imagine, all tasting like they are straight from Paris, the palace of food. On the other hand Sugar… Well, He tries his best. His sugar cookies turn out right, and a few of his other deserts end up being favorites of yours. Unfortunately, he really needs to work on not getting things mixed up in the kitchen, even if a few of the desserts he makes end up satisfying one of the odd pregnancy cravings. When the two end up finishing their projects, you wake one morning to find your bedroom filled with sweets and snacks made or bought by the two, along with baby clothes of every color and design. You can tell who worked on what designs, clearly shown by the patches on one onesie and the edgy holes in the other.

US! Papyrus/Mac: Mac is going to be like snasy in that he doesn’t leave your bedside. After all, your his friend and no way does he leave his friends by themselves where they could get bored or hurt by their lonesome. He’s probably the easiest to get along with. He’s not necessarily fawning or fussing over you, holding in his curiosity because you probably are getting questioned by your monster friends at all angles. Instead, he’s the one who is laying beside you on your bed, his arms behind his head and his legs outstretched. He’s willing to help out here and there, but only if you ask for it; Yeah, your pregnant but it must be tiring to be treated like glass all the time! But even if you aren’t asking for it, he’s still lingering around making sure you’re not falling or struggling. While the others panic, no doubt he’ll be cool and collected, telling everyone to chill out and help you relax during the stress. Out of pretty much everyone he’ll also be the most understanding of your mood swings when they come and go. Though he doesn’t have too much experience with pregnant women, he’s spent plenty of time around Vic… So he can handle the switch between happiness and anger.

US Sans/Jukes: Jukes is unusually quiet when he first gets told your pregnant, most of the skeletons seem to get a loose understanding of what it means to be pregnant, but with jukes? He’s swimming with open water on this one. So you settle down and explain it, and he’s still a little quiet. That is till he gets his hand on a computer and swiftly discovers WebMD. Then, well, you thought Papyrus was motherly - you really didn’t expect a full-blown overprotective worry filled mom from Jukes. He’s hovering, a total puppy guard. The only thing is… Rather than feeding you snacks that you would well want, he’s instead a health mom. Every meal he prepares is made with the knowledge it’ll help get your protein up, that it’ll ensure the safety and health of your baby. He removes all alcohol from the apartment, burns his brothers cigarettes a block away from your house in order to save you from the risk. He buys books and movies about pregnancy, unfortunately picking up some mislabeled parenting movies and incidentally watching a horror movie called “It's Alive”. The weeks following Jukes baby proofs your house… you decide not to question why he’s wearing Undyne’s armor and keeps assuring you that your set is being made as you speak.

Ht!sans/Jaws: The aloof and skeleton may seem like he wouldn’t, but upon you telling him you’re preggers the skeleton becomes your at-home-physician. With his knowledge of the human body, he pretty much takes up the job of actually helping you. Sure Jukes and Papyrus think their helping, but let's face it: One is going off of internet articles and a scary movie for parental guidance and the other is spoiling you to bits. Jaws steps in and actually helps out in the areas you so need it! Good rubs for your sore soles, heat pads and a good back massages… Can’t really help with hair maintenance because of those cursed fingers of his, but he’s more than willing to help out when it comes to anything else. Oh, but don’t think just because he’s being a total sweetheart with the taking care of you that he’s going to neglect that you still have to get exercise. Even if he doesn’t want to do it, he’ll walk alongside you to show that if his lazy pelvis can do it, then so can you. When it comes to the end of the day, he knows a little more about pregnancy than everyone else… But he’s just as curious as the other Sanses, and definitely wants to know what it feels like when a baby kicks… But unlike Sansy, he’ll never get up the nerve to ask.

(okay so I’m wicked tired, I got uh…. Caught up in some uh stuff, and basically, the art I had planned to be tied with this won’t be up till tomorrow. So, for now, have this, tomorrow, I’ll have the drawings all done :D)

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[abigolerant-blog]

lets talk: phan

First, I’d like to get this disclaimer out of the way. This is not phan bashing, this is not an attack on the phandom or on dan and phil themselves. the people of the phandom are beautiful people and they are so fuckin amazing

 *no, im not apart of the phandom. i’m just a person who knows shit, now let me tell you what i know. do i ship phan? no. do i know phil and dan are together? yes. 

BECAUSE,

theres a difference between shipping .. (shipping -  The act of one wanting/supporting two individuals involved in a romantic relationship)

and phan (two people who are actually together, and make it blatantly obvious. but at the same time, don’t make it obvious at all to the internet.) it’s different from shipping where the IDEA of wanting them to be together,, because daniel howell and phil lester have been together for quite some time now. it’s a reality instead of a ship. 

Let’s take a couple of examples.

 You guys remember the whole Kylie Jenner situation? Remember how she like kept her pregnancy a secret for literally 9 months. Remember how news outlets, social medias, and everyone on planet earth called that she was pregnant. It was a huge question that hung up in the air. But there were some HUGE flags that pointed to her being pregnant, like hiding her stomach, dressing in baggy clothing, old throwbacks on her instagram account. AND THEN, i forgot who it was but im too lazy to look. Kylies sister/mother/whatever was being interviewed on television?? And they were like,, “Is Kylie pregnant, like whats the deal here.” and then on multiple occasions, the whole family didn’t comment. they didn’t come outright and explicitly say yes or no to said question about kylie jenner being pregnant. ummm BITCH UHHH.. what do you mean no comment? you could have just said no and got rid of all speculation.. but they made no comments. they stayed quiet, they stayed low. they avoid questions regarding kylie’s pregnancy. AND GUESS WHAT.  uhhhhhhhhhh, yea. it was obvious she was pregnant. AND THEN, she came out right after stormie was born and she was like “yea i was fucking pregnant duh” and then she went back to her life after uploading that video and moved on.

now, how does this relate to phan?

Okay, so let’s think about them as human beings for a minute instead of personalities on youtube. So, there were these two guys, right? They knew each other back in 2008, yea? they met on the internet, and then in person and all of the sudden they were extremely involved in each other's lives. now, i don't have to bring up the tweets from literally ten years ago. you guys all have read them. you guys all know what they say. dan and phil’s chemistry was irrevocable. nobody could deny that phil and dan had chemistry with one another and THAT’S .. the tea sis. they CLEARLY flirted with one another, yadda yadda. and i hate to be that bitch but lets talk about that private video for a second, because i know some people HATE hearing about it. you guys know what i mean. sure, respect Dan and Phil by not uploading it or reminding Phan that it existed. but can we talk about how it was made up to be this whole thing that it wasn’t and it was taken down so fast and phil takes down ALL of the things that is related to that video. that’s cool or whatever. but when you think about the things that were said - it’s perfectly logical and applicable that it was real. and I'm cutting you no bullshit. i’m gonna be honest. that video was fucking real. fast forward a couple of years and suddenly present phan is super sensitive about the topic of “being shipped together” compared to the phan where “man phils poster just watched me have sex” and boom, dan and phil are together and travel together and see each other's families and you can all know. BUT WAIT,  did the akinator ask us if we’re dating? man we should edit that out of the video, but lets take you on a vlog of us walking around town on Christmas and be platonic. man did that old lady tell us we were cute together on that radio show we did? better laugh awkwardly and cover it up. man do millions of people know we’re a couple? man, we better call each other bros!!! (chillin five feet apart because they’re not gay)  but ANYWAYS, there are a couple red flags that i notice about phan and the first one is this:

1. no confirming or denying.

yeah, you know that annoying thing that your friend does when they start a sentence and they say “nevermind”.. and you get frustrated. like what do you know that I don't? and that's what phan does, they do that all the time. they start to have a moment on camera, something along the lines of like “man you’re my best friend, you’re important to me” but then follow it up with a joke that just revokes all meaning to what they said? it’s so blatantly obvious that phan is OBSESSED with how their audience sees them. and i know dan is the pickiest about what we see/hear/know. they’re hypersensitive to what their audience says, but trust me and trust the phandom. their silence is so much louder than words. like mate, you two have BEEN together/LIVING together in the same place and have been around each other mostly year around 24/7 and you’re telling me in that whole span of a decade neither dan or phil have gone out and invested themselves in another romantic relationship? you guys are telling me that these two, tall, handsome people havent found a significant other yet?? and you’re telling me if dan and phil were just bro’s,,, they wouldn’t of found a partner in the whole span of 10 years and didn’t move out to be with that partner?? yeah uhh,, you know why they don’t do that?? I'm pretty sure you know why. we know. other YouTubers know. the ideology of phan being a thing has been around for so long, yet they don’t care to say to explicitly confirm nor deny their relationship. or maybe a simple, it’s complicated will suffice? sure, it’s none of my business. sure, it’s their life. sure, it’s their whatever.

2. taking advantage of their audience

but you’re telling me,,, they create an empire thats HEAVILY Influenced by the fact they COULD (which they are) TOGETHER.. they make a whole TOUR of them TOGETHER, they do videos TOGETHER, they make merch TOGETHER,,,, but you don't have respect enough for your audience to at least give them an inkling of that? your video has to be filled with suggestive innuendos and tour plugging but you can’t even confirm/deny the very thing that has been paying your bills for YEARS? sure, dan and phil are amazing people. they’ve done so much for their fans, they’ve been the core of some amazing artwork, works of fanfics and amazing friendships.. but someone can spend weeks on an amazing phan piece of art and uhhhh, you won’t acknowledge it because it shows you two being innocently intimate like holding hands or some shit? you’re telling me an artist can work so hard on something based on the idea of you,, but it will never get any recognition because oh no.. it’s us kissing :( like i mean this with the most respect possible, like get over it. But yeah, I’m going to post no content except for tour ads for the next three months and oh, here’s some merch. oh you pay all my bills? oh you want us to do pinof 10? uhhh we’ll think about it. yeah,

okay sisters, we’re getting real here. the tea is hot. 

hey people of the phandom who are reading this? did you know that you obsessing over heart eyes howell and phil topping (which he doesn’t, hate to say it) that it literally pays their bills right? Phan is complete bullshit, in the LEAST negative way possible. They’re great people, they just bullshit a lot. 

3. pandering

You guys know that uhhh, you don’t know anything about Dan and Phil? Yeah, they’re a youtube couple. But they only let you in on the very surface because it seems like they dont want to be every old ordinary youtube couple. let’s take jenna and julien for a second. jenna and julien have been together for a long ass time and they show us the sweet stuff and the hard stuff. but not to where we know EVERYTHING about them. Everything they do is generally appropriate in the privacy sense, they vlog enough to keep us entertained but healthy enough to keep their sanity. Unlike Shep689, you can look up who Will and RJ are, but they were a youtube couple who shared EVERYTHING about their relationship. up to the point where they showed each other in bed at night DAILY, they got married to each other. then surprise, surprise they get divorced. there’s not a lot of couples who survive the wrath of youtube. take liza and david, prankvsprank, anthony and kalel, collen and josh, yeah it’s a lot. but what’s the running theme of these youtube couples that have broken up? they were same old youtube couples that we got used to and we loved. they were just like any other youtube couple and they fucking broke up. i can only think of like 3 youtube couples who have a big following and are still together for the long run. 

and let’s keep it real here. the reason why dan and phil don’t come out publicly as a couple for more than just “privacy” reasons, like dude you’re on social media, you’re a youtuber,,, do they know what that is?? privacy is the opposite of being a youtuber but go off i guess uh, they do it because they know if they let the big scary secret out then the whole appeal of dan and phil is gone. instead of being these wholesome dudes, they’ll be known as these guys who have literally kept their relationship under wraps for years on end to exploit their audience for coin and it will be so obvious. how would they even come out as a couple at this point? they’ve dug themselves in such a deep hole by covering everything up on and off camera that to undo it would seem pointless. you would think that ten years after being with someone you’d be comfortable enough to be genuine on camera but okay sis. . .  anyways they’re gonna keep up the hype of them being together and milk it until all the phandom converts to another fandom (like bts,, oops)    or maybe they’ll fucking come out in pinof 10? 

probably not. 

so let’s tie this in. think back to kylie jenner right? remember how every question of her pregnancy was avoided, remember how sources hinted to it? uhh remember how silence is generally the biggest indicator of said question to be proven true countless times again? uh tea

they’re actively hiding everything from you ok bye

#phan #phandom #rant #youtube #ships #otp #shane dawson can you hhhh #investigate

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #137

“if i could kill you, i would, but it’s frowned upon in all 50 states.”

Who was the last person that borrowed money from you?
  Mom. Think of the person you fell hardest for. How many people has he/she been in love with, besides you?
  One. Do you have any 70s, 80s or 90s music on your iPod?
  Plenty. If you had 5 minutes to talk with any politician, who would it be?  I don't have the desire to talk to any, really. What would you ask them?  N/A You’re stranded alongside the road. Who do you call first?  Mom. Name 3 things from your childhood that you still have today:  Lots of video games, love for animals, and tons of stuffed animals. Ever yell at someone for not washing their hands after using the bathroom?  Not "yell," no. When is the last time you danced?  ahhhHHhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH one night when Sara was here and we were outside listening to music. Someone breaks into your house while you are in bed. What do you do?  Probably grab my phone, jump out my window, try to get to a neighbor, and call 911. How did you first learn your “limit” when drinking?  I don't know what that is for me. Who is the one person you DON’T want to come to your wedding?  I was gonna say Jason but tbh the asshole in me says I'd love him to see how happy I am without him lmao.  I don't really know one specific person I wouldn't want to come...  Maybe a massively homophobic friend or family member who can't keep their mouth shut, considering it's probably gonna be a same-sex wedding? Have you ever been to an ocean and, if so, which one? The Atlantic. What’s your favorite sea creature? Hmmm.  Seahorses or whales, maybe? Which of your exes has your parents disliked?  I barely consider Juan an ex, but Mom didn't like him.  She liked Jason until the breakup and she saw how much he'd changed. What’re your uncles’ names? I only know Rob and Billy off the top of my head... but those actually might be the only two?  I know Dad doesn't have a brother, and I think those are Mom's only bros. What’s your favorite forest animal? Deer. If you met a genie, what would be your three wishes? World peace, end disease, end to poverty/homelessness. Have you ever been pressured to get married? No. Do you agree with traditional male and female roles?  *maniacal laughter* Were you raised by someone other than your parents? No. Who’s your favorite wizard? Uhhhh idk. Has your mother ever been in jail?  No. What were you teased for when you were a kid?  I wasn't really teased for it, but I remember a lot of kids thinking I in general was weird, like my interests and stuff.  My AvPD ass can legit still remember some "she's strange" scenarios from fucking kindergarten. Have you ever been hunting? No. What’s your favorite story from Greek mythology?  Uhhhh.  I don't remember. If you were turned into a god or goddess, what would you be the god or goddess of?  Peace. Have you taken shrooms or acid?  No. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop for the New Year?  No. Have you ever made a time capsule?  No. What is one good thing you do for your health? I've been doing an intermittent fast.  Drinking mostly water. Do you know any illegal immigrants?  I knew one, but he got deported. Do you have any cavities?  I currently have one, but we can't afford to fill it atm.  It's not major, thankfully. What is the most you have ever weighed?  Like 270 and I'm super proud to say I've lost a shitload. Have you ever received anesthesia or morphine?  Both.  The one time I received morphine, it didn't do shit. If you had to choose which video game to be in, which would it be?  World of Warcraft's universe to be a beast mastery hunter.  Heaveeeen. Between the two, would you rather live in a place where it’s only night or where it’s only day?  Only day.  It's natural to humans.  Plus it being dark constantly would affect my mood. In your opinion, does the world make people cruel or do people make the world cruel?  Both. Out of fire, earth, water, wind, light, and dark, which element appeals the most to you?  Dark. Do you usually have to make yourself get over someone or does it just happen naturally?  It's both, but mostly it's a natural process.  But you have to want it. Would you rather spend your evening at the circus, at the movie theater, or at a drama play?  Movie theater. What music band/singer has inspired you the most to follow your dreams and be yourself? Why?  Otep.  Her lyrics are passionate as fuck and deeply encourage people to stand up for what they believe in and never fear standing out. What is your sexuality? If you aren’t straight, when did you realize it? Was it hard?  I "knew" I was bi in the 8th grade, but because of religious beliefs I had back then, I forced myself into believing it was my anxiety making me worry I was.  I had a crisis over it for like a week, but finally made myself accept I was straight.  Didn't question it again until last year, when it was honestly a very easy thing to accept.  Looking back through middle, high school, and years beyond, I had definitely been sexually attracted to women. Do you ever wear lipstick? What color(s) do you prefer?  Veeeery rarely, and black. Which word(s) do you generally use to describe someone attractive? (e.g. “fit”, “sexy”)  I usually say "hot" in regards to strangers, but "beautiful" or "gorgeous" is more common when I'm speaking of females. Would you consider yourself an adventurous person?  Eh... not really. Have you ever been afraid of being underwater?  No. Would you ever scuba dive in shark-infested waters if you had the chance?  No. Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like?  Yeah. Have you ever read any of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books?  No. Have you ever sneaked someone over to your house?  No. How many tattoos would you get?  A LOT.  My right arm's gonna be covered, left one too probably, back, hands, ribs, hip, maybe neck...  I want so many okay. Who do you go to for advice the most?  Mom or Sara. Is there a person you talk to everyday with?  Sara and Mom. Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?  HA.  Mom's good at that. When you move out your house (or if you already have moved out) do you plan on still visiting your parents' house?  Definitely. Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?  No.  I pretty much always finish. Do you wish on 11:11?  No. Do you think you could ever have an abortion if you unexpectedly turned up pregnant right this second?  I honestly don't know.  If my life was at risk, yes, but even if it wasn't, I truly do believe pregnancy could be traumatizing for me.  I'd have to be in this situation to really know. If you were far from home and needed to sleep for the night, would you choose to rent a crappy motel room for $60 or sleep in your car for free?  Sleep in the car. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose?  OZZY. What's the next movie you want to see in theaters?  The new Jurassic World movie. Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?  Yeah. Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them?  I have and I will a billion times more. Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not, have you ever came close to?  Yes, and like... 2012/2013? Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards?  Maybe I have? Ever meet and talk to someone from an online dating site?  No. Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out or just put up a few things? We didn't last year and we probably won't this year.  We don't have many decorations.  When I've got my own place?  Oh, HALLOWEENTOWN. Which type of Halloween costume do you prefer, sexy ones or scary ones? Or maybe funny ones?  Well-executed scary yet beautiful ones. Do you like cranberry sauce? NONONONONONONONONO. Do you have the right time set on your microwave?  Yes. Do you like Slim Jim’s?  OH BOY- Are there any plants in your house? No.

#survey #quiz #questions

[sanjuno]

It’s another gods-be-damned Time Travel Concept Fic

Yeah so I’m calling this one A Widening Gyre because I’m not at all pretentious. XP

IN FAIR KONOHA WE SET OUR SCENE

Rin was a jinchuriki and we all know that those people don’t die easy, so she totes survives the chidori to the chest. The need to heal from near-death let Obito have his dramatic breakdown in the rain over her (not-quite) dead body plus gave Minato enough wiggle room to fix the faults and traps in Rin’s seal.

Rin was declared KIA though, and her survival was classified to protect her from Kiri trying to get the Sanbi back and also to keep the Elder Council from fucking with her. “Turtle” joins ANBU under the command of “Wolf” and they are the scariest dual act ANBU has seen for a long time. Like, holy shit. Then “Tiger” joins their team right after “Wolf” gets his Captain promotion, and the addition of Mokuton is frankly ridiculous. Then “Crow” joins the team right as Kushina announces her pregnancy and this is just. They are all approx. 4 feet tall and the most terrifying ANBU team Konoha has and no one knows how to deal with this. (There are rumours about an ANBU trainee going by “Raven” and FFS T&I isn’t paid enough to deal with this nonsense.)

Obito is a sensor (natural or trained IDK but he has that skill set) and he gets sidetracked on his way to Naruto’s birth b/c “That’s... that’s Rin.” Things happen, reunion of the Team plus “You’re alive!” drama is interrupted by Danzo being a giant bag of dicks, ROOT shenanigans ensue because Kinoe is also “Tiger” and KakaRin are possessive little shits. To say nothing of how Shisui reacts to the idea of someone being more important to his teammate than him. (Fucking Uchiha drama queens I swear...)

This is all taking place while Kushina is in labour BTW. WTF people how are you fitting this many feels into less than 12 hours I am impressed by this. Danzo was expecting Zetsu and “Madara” to back him up r.e. disposing Minato and getting the Kyuubi shoved in a more manageable host but Obito is la~ate and also KakaRin have v. strong grips, like wow do you work out?

Kakashi and his-name-is-Tenzo-now’s weird bromance drama comes to a climax when Danzo is chased back to his HQ by the Hokage’s v. pissed off guard team. (Hi Genma and Raido welcome to the madness.)

So it turns out that Danzo took over Tobirama’s old lab as ROOT’s main base but missed a few experiments pretending to be part of the security system. Oops. So Kamui plus experimental seals plus the Hiraishin markers carried by Genma and Raido and Kakashi plus an attempt to interfere with Rin’s containment seal means it all goes BOOM

Upside: Kyuubi stays sealed.

Downside: Sanbi goes on a rampage instead.

This is the last we see of the future Konoha timeline kthnksbye~eee...

NEW SCENE SETTING: THE WARRING CLANS ERA

Rin is out of it b/c Sanbi was forcibly removed from her chakra coils

Upside: She gets to keep a larger reserve of chakra than what she was born with naturally, keeps a few of the jinchuriki perks like rapid healing, and her chakra control is back to medic-inn levels for the first time in almost 2 years!

Downside: Motherfucking ow.

Rin is down, therefore Danzo did something to her so KakaObi don’t hesitate in aiming to kill. Genma and Raido trust Kakashi and back him up but oh look Danzo has stolen sharingan eyes implanted in a creepy zombie arm oh very shit forever.

EPIC SHOWDOWN!! FIGHT!!

KakaObi are scary AF and also apparently share a brain. Danzo is made v. dead before they even realize that they’ve been shot-put through time as well as space. But leftover Zetsu shit/heart seal is triggered when Danzo tries to not die but Kakashi gets in the way b/c he’s not losing Obito again. MAGIC NINJA DEATH CURSE NO JUTSU idk I’ll figure out the details later but OH NO Kakashi is poisoned and Obito is distraught b/c Kakashi just jumped on the sword for Obito again this is not a theme Obito likes to see reoccur fuck you universe.

The antidote only grows along the seashore so ANBU Team Baby Genii Ne minus Wolf do a suicide run to Wave Country and back.

Without Danzo around Kakashi, at 14 years of age, is the highest ranked Leaf Shinobi. ROOT proceeds to imprint like ducklings.

Shit friends I just realized that Kabuto is still in ROOT at this point excellent now Genma can be the poison specialist and Kabuto can be the baby medic and they can work together to keep Kakashi alive while Obito threatens to kill everything (except Rin) if Kakashi dies.

Alrighty fuck it let’s make it a party. Anko’s there too b/c she followed the mayhem b/c she knows that Danzo had something to do with Orochimaru’s defection but her Curse Seal gets the same yoink treatment as Rin’s Bijuu Seal and now Anko’s 100% doing the deputy thing while Raido arranges the patrols. (Radio may not have the highest rank in their group but he is the oldest so that’ll have to do)

Tiny baby Sai and Shin are the cutest murder babies aww... (Also get to indulge my HC that newborn Uchiha have red eyes instead of blue so Itachi and Shisui know from the get-go that Sai is an Uchiha.)

Speaking of murder babies Itachi is trying v. hard not to think about never seeing Sasuke or his parents again. (FFS Itachi is the only one of these jackasses to canonically have living parents at this point in the TL. Except Rin but TBH she’s been pretending to be dead for the last 2 years so I don’t think she counts anymore.) Itachi is going to latch onto Sai so hard as a replacement baby bro omg Itachi stahp

War interruptus via Kakashi’s ANBU team plus All The Baby ROOT Agents. This will be fun!

Team Ne is gonna bulldoze through a Senju patrol on their way out to the shore. Tobirama was not expecting a hostile Mokuton user to defend a couple of Uchiha and also the girl they were with broke a tree with her fist and then it melted. Toka definitely saves Tobirama’s pasty ass b/c his instincts forget to dodge IRT Mokuton jutsu.

Team Ne is also going to trip over an Uchiha patrol and Itachi is high-key going to not!cry b/c Izuna looks hella like Mikoto/Sasuke and Itachi misses them. Shisui does a lot of high velocity absconding with his teammates come on ppl keep running pls. Izuna is so confused by tiny Uchiha not knowing who he is and running around with some random not!Uchiha WTH?

For max drama Team Ne will blast through a big battle, interrupt Hashirama and Madara’s posturing, accidentally save Izuna’s life (thanks, Shisui) and then bravely run away without ever slowing down. Senju and Uchiha call truce while they figure out WTF is up with those kids and track them down.

This team-up thing does give both sides a chance to see the “Hashirama And Madara Show” up close. Madara lovingly and eloquently details all the many and varied ways Hashirama is an idiot (it sounds an awful lot like Tobirama’s most uncharitable thoughts re. his brother. Only blunter.) Hashirama just laughs and agrees with Madara WTF Anija? The Hashirama does his best to hug Madara to death b/c they are apparently the cuddling type of sworn enemies (Izuna is horrified and so offended. He’s the only one allowed to snuggle the grumps out of Madara!) Izuna and Tobirama are the world’s most resentful team-up ever but they’re doing their v. best to keep their older bros apart b/c no, Anija, just no.

They find the Konoha camp b/c Tobirama is a stupidly strong sensor and Hashirama can tell where the trees got bent by Mokuton. They were not expecting to find nothing but children. Raido is the oldest and he’s only like 19-ish I think? Plus ROOT kiddos are suu~uuper creepy-tactic omg.

NOW BACK IT UP A LITTLE!!

SR timeskip mostly consists of Kakashi escaping his medic, making Obito panic, and bonding with the ROOT minions (this involves a lot of spitting on Danzo’s grave TBH. They all find it v. therapeutic.) The worst of the poison’s effects are being mitigated by Genma’s antidotes and Kabuto’s treatments but that’s just a delaying tactic to prevent total system shutdown so Team Ne really needed to hurry the fuck up.

Obito is A Mess b/c Zetsu/Danzo were just using him to hit Kakashi (just like the Iwa-nin who took Kakashi’s eye and you know that means something more to an Uchiha than the standard shinobi but Obito can't fix the poison damage from progressing though spontaneous organ donation.) Kakashi keeps Obito distracted and busy growing a fortified encampment for all his adorable new minions. Genma and Raido are just glad not to have the terrifying Uchiha powerhouse threatening to turn them inside out every 10 minutes thanks muchly.

Captain Wolf has already managed to take over as the focus of the ROOT agent’s personality cult. Obito is now the leading member of the Kakashi fan club (b/c Tenzo is off on the SR at the time, nat.) Genma and Raido are Concerned b/c Kakashi hasn’t been emotionally stable since he was 6 y/o there’s no way him being a role model for 100 brainwashed baby assassins will end well.

Anko thinks everything is hysterical and she’s so glad she stuck her nose in where it wasn’t wanted this is better than Icha Icha. Izumi’s just happy someone got her away from Danzo before he could fuck up her head/mess with her eyes too much. (This was the most horrible side effect of her betrothal to Itachi being announced how did Danzo even get her out of the compound FFS?)

11th hour arrival by Team Ne with the antidote means Rin, Genma, Kabuto, Obito, and Tenzo are all v. busy when the Uchiha/Senju combo team find the Konoha camp.

So then Kakashi wakes up after being cured and there’s more weirdness b/c Obito has both his eyes but Kakashi’s left eye is still red and works like a Sharingan but it isn’t a sharingan obvs. but they still share a field of vision and Obito’s left eye is silver when the sharingan is turned off and Rin is 100% done with both of them defying medical convention. There is a lot of head scratching and pointing of fingers before they hug it out is what I’m saying.

Team Ne thinks this is adorable and super romantic and the entire camp ships it so hard you have no idea. I might make this Rin Demi-Ace b/c then her crush on 9 y/o Kakashi when she’s 13 is much more understandable. (A squish just fits better to the situation IMHO.) Also ace!Rin would 100% be the one to join forces with bb!Kabuto to create (recreate? precreate?) Orochimaru’s test-tube-baby no jutsu in the WCE.

SRTS IS DONE NOW YAY NOW TO FUCK WITH THE FOUNDERS

Raido is A Wall and he never anticipated using his ANBU training to waylay the 1st and 2nd Hokage WTF is even his life but Teamwork! and TWOF means Standing Strong even if Uchiha Madara is Scary AF wow and Raido thought seeing Fugaku-dono walk into a room was bad.

Kakashi is cured (yay!) and also gets to arrive dramatically on the scene of confrontation and verbally bitchslap everyone into calming TF down b/c I Have A Headache And I’m Tired Of Your Shit. Rabidly overprotective ObiRin are rabid and overprotective. Also Obito is super Uncanny Valley b/c he looks just like Madara and Tobirama is busy having a heart attack b/c this “Captain” person has Itama’s eyes (red and grey) and Tenzo has Mokuton and is maybe reminding him too much of Kawarama and also Itachi has the same grump lines as Madara and Shisui has Izuna’s smile.

Yeah so everyone from the WCE is pretty much convinced that their “dead” siblings were kidnapped instead and the large number of Clan children Danzo kidnapped for ROOT doesn’t actually do much except convince them they’re right. Kakashi OFC decides to play along WTF you giant troll and what the Captain says goes so the tiny minions aren’t arguing and Genma’s like FFS it’s the WCE I want to live agree with the terrifying figures of legend already you idiots.

Note that at this point Obito is still gaslighted to believe that Madara wants world peace and no wars ever and irony at it’s best is that this iteration of Madara is still at the point in his life where he actually does still have solid moral objections to children dying b/c their Clan Leaders can’t keep a fucking peace treaty. So yeah.

Tobirama and Madara are in raptures over their “little brothers” still being alive and also found. Obito is v. affectionate b/c he “remembers” Madara. Shisui is also super cuddly. Itachi mostly just stares and is confused by human interaction. Kakashi is Fierce and nearly feral and makes Hashirama cry a bit and Tobirama is So Mad b/c Itama was a gentle boy what happened and Tenzo was Kinoe until literally just last week and he’s v. much not the happy kid Kawarama was.

So much jealousy when Kakashi lets Obito cuddle him. Kakashi Ignores Them and just keeps commanding everyone around while being princess carried by the homicidal Uchiha. Which... Obito having Mouton confuses the Senju team so much but Hashirama is so excited b/c Tenzo (”Kawarama!” / “My name is Tenzo, Senju-dono.”) has Mokuton too and now he has people to practice with!

So that whole thing where the Senju and the Uchiha HATE each other b/c dead kids gets massively derailed like whoa b/c look they’re alive and also someone else has been playing silly buggers to make all the Clans keep doing the War Things so. So the Senju and the Uchiha still don’t like each other much but they hate ROOT more. Zetsu circa. WCE finds it 111% impossible to manipulate things from behind the scenes b/c They’re On To Him.

So Konoha gets founded like 10 to 15 years earlier than in canon b/c none of the Konoha-nin are willing to leave their Captain and also strength in numbers b/c someone’s been stealing our babies is really up there so far as motivation to maintain cordial relations with other Ninja Clans goes. Other Clans joining Konoha happens both faster and with more issues b/c ROOT kids are many things but normally socialized is not one of them.

Do I hate Kakashi enough to make him Shodaime? TBH it’d be hella funny and the other Nations Are Not Prepared for trolling on Kakashi’s level even if it’s just baby troll Kakashi.

POLITICS and ninja diplomacy ensue.

TBH I just wanna see Tobirama slam Madara up against a wall and fuck him crosseyed. Hashirama was Not Emotionally Prepared to realize that his little brothers and their libidos were already acquainted. Izuna decides that Itachi is his favourite b/c Itachi’s the only one not fucking a Senju. (Joke’s on him though b/c both polyamory and Senju Toka are things that exist.)

Endgame is for TobiMada, ObiKakaRin, ShiTen, MitoHashi, TokaIzuKanna (Kanna is my OC stand-in for Izuna’s unnamed canonical wife), ItaIzumi, GenRai. Not sure that it’s much important b/c Romance not really a major plot point and also Kakashi is 14 y/o through this whole thing but also ninja mature quick so maybe it’s more important that I think it’s gonna be? I dunno whatevs guys that’s all I’ve got except for maybe some timestamps later.

TA DAH THE END!!

Anyway yeah, I needed to get this written down somewhere b/c it would not Leave Me Alone while I was trying to write other things. 

#Sanjuno Monolouges #Sanjuno's ficwork #naruto fanfic #fic I haven't written yet #A Widening Gyre #Because pretentious fic titles are my jam #I do what I want #I derailed canon #In two different way #At two different times #getting this off my mind #bad brain worm #No buiscuit #All the Senju #All the Uchiha #All the ROOT agents #And a few random Konoha Nin #In the wrong place #at the wrong time

[sunflowerchester]

please tell me what you thought!! I'm not worried about spoilers, i already know what happened, i'm gonna see it in a few days and i'm so psyched! tell me all your thoughts please!!!

I am so charged up about this movie I don’t even know where to fucking start!!! I guess I’ll start with my initial Twitter rant bc GODDDAAAAMMMMNNNN!

Here’s some non-spoilery things about the movie for those who don’t want to be spoiled:

Mother! is a horror movie for every woman whose pain was ever used & romanticized to further a man’s personal growth.

Mother! is a horror movie for women who have invested and fallen in love with a selfish man.

Mother! is a horror movie for women who feel the constant suffocating entitlement of the patriarchy.

Mother! is a horror movie for women who feel they’ve been constantly taken advantage of and are demonized for daring to speak up about it.

Mother! is a horror movie version of The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. (And I said this BEFORE I saw this tweet by the director 😍)

Mother! is a horror movie for any woman who was only valued as a cure for a man’s pain instead of valued as a full, human person.

Mother! is a horror movie for women who were treated like IRL manic pixie dream girls and then tossed aside like garbage. 

Also I found it able to tap into horrors of being a woman that were subtle and specific in a slightly Get Out kind of way, imho. I felt very understood in many ways even as I was being horrified by what I was seeing. 

Below are some spoilery things:

The movie opens with a woman burning, a tear falling down her face, and then her turning to ash. Javier Bardem sets a gem stone on a stand and then a beautiful home surrounded by nature appears out of the ashes. I knew as soon as Javier Bardem’s character sat that gem on the mantel and the scene turned to Jennifer Lawrence appearing out of the ashes in bed that that is where the movie would end, and it would end with another girl in her place. 

AND IT DID. For a bit there at the end, I was wondering where it was headed because of the chaos, and I nearly forgot about the gem itself, but then we ended right where I expected. What I didn’t forsee was what the gem was made of: it was the last thing that Bardem’s character could squeeze out of his previous lover before she turned to ash, something beautiful that he could put on display before he started it all over again with someone new. 

GOD-FUCKING-DAMN

This movie is about a woman who gives all of herself (physically, literally, spiritually, emotionally, horrifically) to a man because she loves him, because it is expected, because she thinks he will view it as love, and it is never enough. He never stops taking from her, not even when there are literal mobs in their home tearing the physical house apart, stealing their belongings. At one point an actual war spills into their house and she barely escapes with the life of herself and the child she is about to give birth to. When she begs her husband to send these people away, he refuses because they stroke his ego. 

I don’t think the chaos of the previous 10 minutes of the film before she asks this question nor her struggle through them were literal but rather a representation of how it feels to be in her position, where she’s tried everything to be enough for this man for as long as she has been with him, rebuilt his house by hand, made it a home, served all his guests and fans without complaint, and even carried his child. She finally started believing with her pregnancy that she was going to win him over and be with just him, that this would be the key to finally meeting that standard of enough, but that was never who he was ever going to be for her, even as a father. And when she realizes, at 8 months pregnant, that his true love is still himself, his writing, and his fans, despite his child growing in her womb, she felt her world slip. The insanity of the the wars, the executions, the mobs in the house weren’t real but that’s how it felt. Her world was crumbling and she’d never regain any control again. 

In the end he even invites his fans to hold their baby and the baby ends up dying. It’s horrific and disgusting, and what does he say to her? He tells her that it can be something beautiful and encourages her to forgive, that there is nothing more beautiful than forgiveness, so they must. As if she doesn’t have rights to feeling ugliness in the face of losing her child. I felt suffocated myself by this immediately invalidation of even the most understandable and vulnerable of feelings. 

There are other moments like this throughout the movie where Jennifer Lawrence’s character is trying to speak up and voice her needs but it’s like shouting into a pillow as she asks politely and reasonably. No one listens or seems to care, especially not her husband. He seems to only placate her lovingly when he can tell she needs to feel he’s heard her, but he never really does or cares to try to actually listen to her. This last time, when she is weeping about her son being murdered by the people he allowed into their house, is the last straw and she calls the people around her what they are: MURDERERS. And because she finally yells and screams at them, they beat the everloving shit out of her and call her names like whore and bitch and cunt, etc etc. 

So she makes her way down to the furnace and burns the fucker down. GIRL YES BURN THAT BITCH TO THE GROUND.

And yet after the explosion that incinerates it all, guess who is intact and who is charred to the bone. Javier Barden, completely complete, carries Jennifer Lawrence, a burned, scaley version of herself, through the rubble of the house. She can’t understand how he is able to do this when she and everything she built is destroyed. 

She asks, “What are you?” He replies, “I am life.” She asks, ”What am I?” He replies, “You are home.”

You don’t have to be sexualized to still be objectified and if this isn’t exactly the damaging dynamic in so many male/female relationships, I don’t know what is. He is what life is and she is where he gets to live. Does she have her own life, her own plans, her own goals, her own space? It doesn’t matter, she exists to house him. 

She asks, “Where are you taking me?”He replies, “To the beginning.”

He lays her on the charred bed and tells her there is one more thing he needs from her. She says she has nothing left to give. He says that isn’t true, he wants her love. She relents. “Take it.” He digs physically into her abdomen and pulls something bloody and charred out. Jennifer Lawrence’s character turns to ash and the mess in Javier Bardem’s character’s hands turns into a gem. He marvels at how beautiful a thing it is, the only thing left of his lover. He doesn’t grieve that she is nothing but a pile of ash now, he sets the gem up where the old one once sat and the opening scene repeats with a new girl waking in their bed, signifying that this is what this man does to women and what he will continue to do. He doesn’t learn his lesson or change because he doesn’t value the women he is with enough to see their pain as destruction. Instead, he only sees it for how it can benefit him.

She is ash. He is whole. A parasite going from woman to woman. 

To me, one of the scariest elements of this movie is that Javier Bardem’s character himself isn’t really that scary, he’s not a horror. He’s even sweet sometimes, albeit neglectful af. What’s smart and unfortunately really relatbale about this is it makes him seem like (if not a good guy at least) an okay guy. He’s not evil. She doesn’t befall this horrible fate because he is malicious. It’s a Nice Guy who just wants to Create something Beautiful. But in the process he fucking destroys and sucks the entire life out of the woman he is supposed to love with no remorse at all. There are so many fucking men out there who do this very thing to every woman they are with, emotionally and mentally. Sometimes physically, too, but that’s easier to pinpoint. The horror of Javier Bardem in Mother! is that he could be and really kind of is many of the men we will come in contact with. 

(Bro I know I’ve fallen in love with and had this done to me by one ALREADY)

My thoughts on how this movie has been received:

What blows my MIND is that large groups of people DO NOT GET this movie and I think it’s because it is largely and almost exclusively a fundamental female experience. There are whole hot takes and think pieces trying to figure out HMMM WHAT IS THIS MOVIE ABOUT???? when like…to me, it was obvious and direct in my opinion. I’m not trying to be a bitch about it, like I’m smarter than everyone. I understand that I get it because it’s for me, it’s about a female perspective, but to say it’s about nothing is ASININE. Which many of them are saying. 

If you don’t like the way this movie told its story, that’s fine and fair. We all have different tastes. But if you don’t get the message and therefore want to criticize what it’s trying to say because you think it was pointless, maybe THINK AGAIN. It didn’t fail because you PERSONALLY don’t get it. It maybe just means that there are other experiences in this world and you’re lucky enough to have never had to understand what this movie is saying, the feelings it evokes in many viewers, or the horrors it represents for them. And most likely never will.  If the movie is just not for you I GET THAT bc damn it was rough, IT WAS HARD, it was awful. But it wasn’t about nothing. If you didn’t see the point, be thankful.

There were some think pieces analyzing it and coming to the conclusion that it was about global warming and the Catholic church, which there was definitely some imagery for but that for SURE was not the POINT. If you thought Mother! was just about taking on the Catholic Church while identifying the other ‘weird’ stuff in it as just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you MAY be ignoring the literal title character of the movie & her entire emotional journey throughout the whole thing. 

Which, SHOCKER, is like… the point of the entire movie. 

Good job I GUESS. But you still missed point by proving it. 

I mean, I get it, make it about whatever resonates with you, but it is undeniably about a fundamentally female experience. No wonder it’s being overlooked. "Gee what could this movie entitled ‘Mother!’ be about? Should we look at the mother character in the movie?? OR HOW ABOUT we just dive into the symbolism surrounding the woman instead while ignoring her completely.“ 👍🏻

To me it seemed any side-symbolism in that movie was to promote the dynamic of her giving all she was & him feeding off of it. Including any messianic imagery. As a smart, smart friend of mine said, “Men will of course deify themselves all the time.” That’s EXACTLY what the religious imagery was about, about Javier Bardem’s character living out his desire to be a god to his fans for his own ego, so deep that he let them devour his own child. It was about the church but it was only in service TO EMPHASIZE HOW HE CONSUMES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS GIVEN. Like… LORD help me. (No pun intended.)

I cannot believe a horror film about a female experience is so baffling for people to understand when we’re half the people out there. “WHAT IS IT ABOUT?????” It’s about what she’s showing you it’s about. PAY ATTENTION!! 

But how poetic (ew gross) that many people who don’t get it write it off. It’s the same reason so often women are not believed and their experiences are questioned. No wonder women feel LIKE NO ONE LISTENS.

It’s like there are people looking directly at this movie screen and seeing a blank black box for 75% of it. And here I am screaming into a pillow.

This is not to say that Mother! doesn’t take on many things, it does. There is a lot to unpack and it would be unfair of me to say there is only one way to read it. Of course there isn’t, and many parts are going to resonate with different people for different reasons. With that being said, though, to anyone trying to make the point of this movie about anything other than the experience of the female lead character, remember the gemstone and the burning woman at the beginning of the film, and then at the end. It is bookended this way for a reason. This is about the pattern of a man and how it affects the women he chooses to be with. This is about a woman who loves a selfish man who unapologetically lives selfishly and what it does to her to be in his life. 

It’s metaphors, it’s symbolism, obviously it’s hyperbolic, but it’s still REAL👏🏻AS👏🏻FUCK👏🏻.

#feminism #mother! #darren aronofsky #mother! film #mother! 2017 #javier bardem #jennifer lawrence #Anonymous #mother spoilers #woa notes

[jkfortunekookies]

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos  Pairing:Jungkook x reader Length: 13002 words Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Tell me your thoughts in the comments and ask box :)

THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL

“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande?  You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

 Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you. 

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

“Can you not shout in my ears for fuck’s sake? I’m about to become deaf because of you” Jungkook chose to put his phone on speaker “Who am I even, to be making anyone pregnant? You should know the answer more than I do, Einstein”

“Accidents always happen earlier than you’d think, so I suggest you use your condoms wisely” Taehyung added

“Kim Taehyung” Jungkook clenched his fist in frustration “We all know that I’m as virgin as you, so you can stop this whole pregnancy talk”

“Why do you bring my virginity into this?” Taehyung blushed on the other line

“You’re the one with a girlfriend. You should take care of your goddamn protection. I don’t have anyone to fuck so I’m all good. Thank you very much”

“My girlfriend is an innocent small waffle! How dare you!” Taehyung half shouted

“Waffle?” Jungkook chuckled “You call your girlfriend a Waffle? What kind of relationship do y’all share? Food-relationship? I’m very concerned”

“She’s my waffle and I’m her Nutella~”

“Ew, I’m about to puke now” Jungkook groaned “That’s the most concerning thing I heard in a while. I always knew you were weird since kindergarten when you liked sparkling hair ties, but now it’s a whole new level of weird that I’m witnessing”

“I still love them though” Taehyung added

“That’s what I’m saying… fucking weird” Jungkook sighed

“You definitely had a kinky dream” Taehyung’s smirk could be felt form the other line “Don’t try switching up topics. I am not buying the whole cow and sheep concept!”

“It wasn’t “Jungkook growled on the other line “More importantly, why in the world are you calling at 7AM on a Sunday?!”

“Bro, I go to church religiously every Sunday morning and I suggest you do the same to repent for all of your sins”

“I’m not religious Taehyung” Jungkook closed his eyes in attempt to sleep again “I’m not going to pray Jesus, my life itself is already a mother freaking sin.”

“Yeah sure it is”

“Just cut to the chase will you? What are the news you’re about to give birth to?” Jungkook muffled his face on his pillow

“I called you because of the party that is happening at Jennie’s place. Remember it’s her birthday? You didn’t forget about it, did you?” Taehyung suddenly announced

“Yeah sure, happy birthday to Jennie, but what the hell does this have to do with my sleep?” Jungkook whined on the other line “I barely even talk to that girl. The last time I talked to her, she threatened to drop a scorpion in my pants if I got near Y/N ever again!”

“She’s Hoseok’s Girlfriend, man! If he heard this you’d be dead in his palms” Taehyung replied

“What?” Jungkook opened one eye slightly shocked as he heard these two names combined together “Girlfriend? Whose girlfriend?” he asked again “Who’s going out with who?”

“Hoseok is Jennie’s boyfriend”

“They’re dating?” Jungkook nodded with a stupid smile before it turned into a scowl “You little fuckers didn’t even give me a single detail” Jungkook shouted on the other line “When did they even get together? What else have I missed on?” he sighed

“Maybe if you stopped skipping classes you would know” Taehyung replied

“Did they got to second base and kept it private?! I feel betrayed now. I thought we were going to graduate as virgins together, I’m kind of very disappointed” Jungkook groaned

“Hoseok was always faster than us, I’m pretty sure they made out a few times, but damn it took them a while before realizing their stupid feelings for each other. This shit has been going on since freshman year remember?” Taehyung added

“Ugh. How come Y/N didn’t tell me about this” Jungkook ruffled his hair “I didn’t even got to congratulate these idiots yet. How did they even ask each other out? I thought Hoseok was always all over the place around her…?”

“Yeah, these idiots realized they liked each other after Jackson blurted out some random shit about wanting to bring Jennie at his grandparents’ farm because she likes sheep, and that’s when Hoseok fueled up.” Taehyung added “I mean, you know that his temperament is scary when he’s jealous, right?”

“I still wonder how she even got with him when all he did in middle school was to write her name in his textbooks while drawings hearts, like a pervert” jungkook shook his head

“He still got to ask her out, isn’t that fascinating?”

“He was f*cking crazy and she was out of her mind for going out with him. Period” Jungkook plopped himself back on his bed in a sleeping position “I ship it though.” He nodded

“Yeah, they’re crazy, but you’re crazier for calling them crazy and shipping them afterwards”

“Hush Tae, It’s my way of showing affection towards my best buddies”

“I’ll text you the address! And wake up!” Taehyung shouted on the other line

“I want to sleep” he faked a sob “The party is at night, I’ll show up later. Don’t call me when the birds are still asleep! BYE” he turned off his phone

Just as he closed his eyes and pulled the blankets against his body to feel the warmth invade him again, he heard a thud and the door squeaked a sound as it slightly opened. He could feel that grumpiness invading his body once again. One thing that Jungkook disliked was getting his sleep interrupted. All he asked for was a day full of rest on a Sunday morning, yet life wasn’t cooperating and letting him have his fantasy come true.

Jungkook pulled the bed sheets above his head and hid the rest of his body under the blankets as he disappeared under them. It suddenly became silent and Jungkook’s body finally started to relax. The tension was almost gone as he felt his eyelids getting heavy again. Just as he was about to hit dreamland he suddenly felt a weight pressed onto his body.

What the hell is this? , jungkook’s eyes shot open under the bed sheets and it wasn’t long before he found the answer to his question

Oh, maybe it’s jelly~ Did she wake up as well?

His initial reaction was to pull the bed sheets away and uncover his face to analyze the situation. He slowly peeked his head out of the bed sheets fort he built a few seconds earlier. It wasn’t long before he got the fright of his life.

“Jelly~ Baby girl, you woke up to see daddy—OH MY F*CKKKKK” he pulled the bed sheets against his chest as he noticed it was you

The boy stepped back as he was startled because of your presence. Never had he expected finding your head laying on his chest. Never had he thought you’d be that weight pressing onto his chest a few minutes earlier. You came in without letting your presence known, yet you felt the need to lay on jungkook’s chest while he was hiding under his bed sheets. Jungkook’s bed may have been comfortable but something about your friend’s body always made you want to use him as your pillow. He had a comforting scent that you liked so much.

“What?” you raised a brow “Daddy?” you leaned closer to him “I didn’t knew you were into those kind of things” you half smirked before stepping back from his chest and sitting comfortably on his bed

Jungkook blinked frantically as he covered his half naked torso with his blanket. You were quite blessed to witness such a sight first thing in morning. Your childhood friend, half naked with the cutest bed hair you’ve ever seen in history. His cute startled face that contrasted perfectly with his toned upper body, only added to his charming presence. Those Taekwondo lessons did pay off and he had quite the charm of a sports boy.

“W-W-Who allowed you to break in here!!” Jungkook felt heat invade his body “I feel violated. Why did you j-j-jump onto my bed so suddenly like this!”

“I didn’t jump for your information. Stop being a diva Jeon Jungkook. I just came here in attempt to wake up your lazy ass” you chuckled as you made yourself comfortable on his bed

“Yeah, what kind of girl makes herself c-comfortable on a guy’s bed like this? Whoah… I’m speechless now. Don’t you have any fear, woman!” he pointed at you as he slowly stepped back

“Relax. I’m the girl here, I won’t attack you” you almost laughed

“Well, you never know! People like you….” he furrows his brows “Stole my FIRST KISS”

“Oh lordy” you rolled your eyes “You’re still not over that” you chuckled “It was just an innocent peck, Jungkook” you commented “Don’t tell me you’re still phased by something that happened when we were still kids?”  

“Yeah, we were still kids, but it happened barely two years ago” he blinked

“It wasn’t a real kiss. No tongue was involved. You can cancel that kiss if you want. ” you stuck out your tongue

“ I hate myself” Jungkook sighed “ and I hate you too” he stood up before grabbing your arm while struggling to cover his chest with his blankets .He slowly tried pushing you out of his room “Now get out of my room!”

“Why are you so tense” you turn around as you poke his bicep “Do I make you nervous” you wiggle your eyebrows

Jungkook groaned in the most annoyed tone you’ve ever heard in a while. He was a little or should we say, VERY fed up with this ugly morning.

“You used to be so cute, what happened to you?!” Jungkook made his infamous meme face “ I cannot comprehend what could have had happened in the time span of two years , for you to turn from a pretty girl , to some…some… savage individual who jumps on people first thing in the morning!” he covers his chest again

“I became sexy~ that’s what happened” you flipped your hair

“No, I became sexy” Jungkook retorted as he copied your hair flip motion “Do you see this jaw? It’s the epitome of sex appeal.”

“Oh lord, what is he saying now” you scoffed “Do you need more sleep, honey?”

“YES. I WANT TO SLEEP” he banged his head on the nearest wall

“Sorry to disappoint but you can’t” you stepped in front of him

“And this is also why I despise seeing your squishy face , first thing in the morning” he cupped your cheeks with one of his hand, squishing your cheeks together making you look like a fish “ Is this about Jennie from the block again? I hate that woman” he groaned

You laughed at the Jennie from the block reference.

“Yeah, well, Jennie from the block is turning 18 today” you commented

“I know, I got the memo over a thousand times. Kim Tae even bothered to hit me up at 7 in the morning to remind me. Why can’t you people go to church and stop bothering me” Jungkook faked a sob “Go pray with Taehyung or go sleep over at Lisa’s place. Let me sleep in peace” he poked your arm

“Why are you so grumpy?” you punched his arm

“BECAUSE!” he groaned before holding back “I just need sleep okay?”

“B-but—“

“No buts!” he puts his index over your lips “Let me get my sleep. If you disagree I’m going to make you sleep with me!”

OH well f*ck, was that my subconscious that talked through me?!

“Sleep with you?” you raised a brow “I didn’t knew that things would escalate that far. It’s still only 7:10 in the morning and you want me to sleep with you? Jungkook, senior year must have been very stressful for you” you patted his shoulder “Poor child.”

“Not in that meaning of the word. Sleep as in actual sleep, not that kind of sleep you’re thinking of” He flicked your forehead lightly “Damn, why am I even bothering to talk with you? Ugh, you know what?! Go pray Y/N. We all need to pray for finals anyways” he slowly pushed you near the door

“Okay, I’ll take Jelly for a walk then” you were about to leave as Jungkook grabbed your wrist

Jelly was Jung kook’s new pet and most cherished one as well. The little Pomeranian was still so small and harmless, he had to protect her as if she was his child.

“Don’t touch my baby girl!” Jungkook glared at you “She’s barely 2 months old, leave my child alone”

“Damn, relax Father. I’m not going to eat her! I’ll just pet her, then” you pushed his arm off

“I wonder how scary you’ll become once you actually have a daughter.” You shivered “Ugh, just thinking about it makes me shiver. Thank god I wasn’t born to be your child”

“I just want to protect my loved ones, woman” you crossed his arms over his chest “I wouldn’t want a mother as crazy as you either”

“So immature” you rolled your eyes “I’d make an amazing mother, for your information!” you glared at him “I know how to cook and I actually know how to change diapers, unlike someone”

“DON’T BRING UP THE DIAPERS TALK. Changing Diapers scares me! Remember the last time we were babysitting Mrs. Stewart’s child and he pooped all over the place. I was going to vomit! I swear on my manlyhood. I’m not cut for babysitting.”

“Manly my butt, you’re backing off from a diaper” you chuckled

“But it stinks! And I’m sensitives to odors!” he pouted

“Cocky diva kook” you shook your head “I feel sorry for whoever gets you be your future wife.”

“Make sure you attend my wedding and don’t cry too much after letting such a golden guy slipping through your fingers”

“As if it’s ever going to happen “you rolled your eyes “I’ll make sure to get married before you do” you cross your arms over your chest

“ Yeah, good luck finding a boyfriend Y/N” he replied sarcastically before his thumb reached the side corner of your mouth as he wiped off something “ You ate chocolate before coming here” he licked his finger ‘

“Gross” you furrowed your brows “Was this supposed to make me flustered” you cringed your face

“Nah, why would I make an effort to seduce a savage like you” he smile sarcastically

“Because you love me”

“I’d rather date Jennie and Hoseok, and call it a poly relationship”

“That hurts” you put your hand over your chest “You would pick your worst enemy and your most annoying friend against me?”

“Yeah” he nodded his head “Friends are meant to stay in the friend zone, right? Don’t cross the line, you female version of Tarzan” he pushed your forehead

“What happened to that guy in kindergarten that used to act like a gentlemen? Whoah… you really can’t judge a book by its cover. All I conclude from this, is that you get brattier as the years go by”

“It’s called having sass, sweetheart” he winked at you “You might think you’re all that, but my jaw is superior” he made a sassy pose

You chuckled before making your next comment

“Jungkook baby, do you see this?” you point at your thigh “This is what you call a thigh and it apparently drives some guys insane, but it doesn’t mean that all men will fall for it. Just like your jaw. Your jaw is a nice decoration to grit my cheese on. Why that is jaw so useless? ”

“I hate thighs unless they’re related to chicken” Jungkook blinked before pushing you out of his room and locking his door

“Jeon Jungkook!!!” you knocked on his door

…

You knocked a few times on his door before sighing. You had an entire day planned out with him for Jennie’s birthday, yet he already kicked you out of his room. You had to bring him out of there for the sake of your friend’s birthday. Not that Jennie wanted him at her birthday, but it was the perfect opportunity for you to spend time with your best friend. The boy recently stopped going out because of school. He would lock himself up in his room for hours as he studied for your upcoming finals. The funny part about this was that he wasn’t even one of the top students, but Jungkook knew better than to play around like an idiot when finals were coming soon. He became ambitious and had plans for the future and telling by the look on his father’s face when you came in a few minutes earlier, the older man didn’t seemed pleased to see you.

“Whatever Kook, I’m going to wait for you downstairs” you knocked a last time before going downstairs

As you went downstairs, you could immediately see from your vision perimeter that Jungkook’s mother was cooking breakfast while watching a cooking broadcasting show. Jungkook’s father was sitting on the couch, sipping on coffee while reading his newspaper. In a family of such diplomatic people, Jungkook was still daydreaming and sleeping upstairs. You could say he was the cheerful and entertaining kid in the family, but his dad disliked watching his son being frivolous and going out at insane hours of the day. Especially when it involved you. The man always thought you were a nuisance for his son, but never said anything about it. You were a bad influence on him from the father’s point of view.

“H-hi, Mrs. Jeon” you stuttered as you made your way onto the kitchen

“Y/N” his mother smiled at you “Did you wake up that big lazy child upstairs?”

“Well, I tried” you commented “He kicked me out of his room” you whispered in her ear

“That little!” she sighed “Don’t mind him, He stayed up last night to study for his math final, but played overwatch instead. He’s probably grumpy because he got carried away by his games”

“Typically a Jungkook thing to do, huh” you smiled

“He should be downstairs in a few minutes” she nudged you “That kid sets his alarm at 7:30 AM, so he won’t be sleeping for long”

“Then why did he made a fuss about waking him up at 7AM?” you blinked

“Jungkook doesn’t like getting his sleep interrupted. Especially when he’s having a good dream” his mother giggled “Who knows what he was dreaming about.”

“I really wonder what he was dreaming about” you replied

“Do you want to help me make a cake for Jennie?”

“Mrs. Jeon, you know about Jennie’s birthday?”

“Of course I do! I know everything about my little Kookie crumb. He has so many friends.” She added

“But they’re not that close…” you muttered under your breath

“What?” she asked you

“Oh, no, nothing!”

“So you guys are hanging out later?” she asked you

“Yeah, Jennie is throwing a little party at her place tonight” you smiled

“Whoah! Sounds like lots of fun!” Jungkook’s mom chuckled “Make sure you have lots of fun and forbid Jungkook from coming back home” she winked at you

“M-Mrs. Jeon” you flushed

“What? He needs to enjoy life and not lock himself up in his room like Rapunzel! I don’t want to see my son turning into a princess who can’t get out of her room”

“Jungkook needs time to study in order to take over our business” Jungkook’s father shot stiffly  

The smile on your face suddenly faded away

“And he also needs to enjoy his youth, honey” Jungkook’s mother added

“Who needs to enjoy youth?” Jungkook slowly walked down the stairs, one eye half opened, and hair sticking out in every direction, toothbrush in his mouth, and still struggling to put on his white shirt “Me?” he sighed

You suddenly avert your eyes from his bare torso as your cheeks are suddenly tinted red

“He’s a mess isn’t he?” his mom whispered to you before adding a comment to her son “Baby bun, go take a shower first”

“She called me downstairs” Jungkook pointed at you “and now I have to go upstairs again?” he scowled “Why are women so complicated?” he muttered to himself, ruffling his hair as he slowly walked upstairs with heavy sleepy steps

“Yeah, he definitely got his dream interrupted” his mom giggled at you

…

You sat at the dinner table as you grabbed some jam to spread onto your toasts. Just as you were about to grab the peanut butter, a hand firmly held onto it. You lift your head up to lock eyes with the grumpy kookie crumb you tried waking up a few minutes ago.

“Get your hands off of my food” you furrowed your brows

“This is my place” he smiled at you sarcastically “My place, MY food, my rules”

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s mom pinched him arm and urged him to sit back down.

“Owwww!!! Mom!!” Jungkook scowled

“This isn’t the proper way to treat a lady, Jeon Jungkook” his mother scolded him “I taught you how it was done, why are you not listening to me?”

“Mother, this girl isn’t a lady!” he pointed at you “and why are you assuming things on your own?!” he sighed “I wasn’t taking away the food from her! I was just going to make a sandwich for her” he pouted “Because Jam goes with peanut butter!”

“As if anything you ever said was even legit” you whispered at him

“You woke me up, live with it” he whispered back

“Give me back my peanut butter” you ask him

“I said I was making you a sandwich!” he sat next to you

“Now that’s my boy” his mom ruffled his hair

“And this peanut butter is mine. You’re in my house remember?” he whispered in your ear

“I heard you were going to attend some birthday party today?” his mom stared at him

“Oh? You mean Jennie the witch from the block?” Jungkook chewed on a strawberry “Yeah she’s turning 18 today”

“Jungkook” his mother glared at him

“Don’t mind him Mrs. Jeon. Him and Jennie share a very close relationship” you smiled awkwardly

“Yeah, so close, that she always threatens me—“he was about to blabber but your palm was clasped onto his chattering mouth

“They share a SPECIAL bond. Right kook?” you raise a threatening brow

“Very special. I might as well be her maid of honor once she ties the knot with Hoseok” Jungkook rolled his eyes before spreading butter onto his toasts “Her smile doesn’t ruin my heart like it does to Hoseok but it cuts my wellbeing in half… ” he shivered

“She isn’t that scary” you chuckled “She’s so small and cute! She wouldn’t hurt a bug! You’re just exaggerating”

You’re a thousand times cuter.

“Look Y/N, the day you become a man, you’ll understand that Jendeukie is anything but sweet. “He commented

“Yeah and you still call her by her pet name” you laughed

I wish I could give you a pet name….

“Exactly, her pet name contrasts with her witch-like personality!” Jungkook grabbed the toast on which you spread the jam earlier, and stuck them with his peanut butter toasts “A match made in heaven” he stared at his toasts “and I’m going to eat both of them”

“Not so fast! The jam toasts were mine!” you scowled before grabbing one

“Then ask me politely like a lady does it. Maybe I’ll consider treating you like one” he shook his head

“In your wildest dreams” you smirked before biting onto one of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich

She just took a bite from my food again, doesn’t that mean that...Another indirect kiss? Spare me, Jesus. This morning has been too much to handle for me.

You might have been oblivious about it, but Jungkook noticed your new habit to eat his food even if he already ate some of it. It didn’t matter which kind of food it was, whether it was a sandwich, a drink, a chocolate bar or even a lollipop, you didn’t hesitate to taste it, being completely aware of the fact that Jungkook’s lips and tongue were on that food before you did.

“Too Wild and savage. Definitely not my type” he shook his head in disbelief

I’m craving for a girl as exciting as her…

“Who wants to be your type” you rolled your eyes

She got a point. Who am I to be saying such things? And why am I acting like a brat when she’s obviously above any ideal type that exists….? Oh yeah, better keep her in the friend zone instead of burdening her with my stupid feelings.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Jeon’s voice was heard through his thoughts. The older man wasn’t pleased to see you biting onto his son’s food.

“Remember your Curfew, young man” his father cleared his throat “You still have a few things to take care of before summer comes up”

“Yeah dad” Jungkook’s smile suddenly faded away from his face

“Let him have a little bit of fun, honey!” his mother urged her husband

“Kids at his age are most likely to cause trouble and I’m not allowing this to happen in my family” the dad replied stiffly “You will be back at home before 9pm.”

“As if I had anyone to cause trouble with” Jungkook muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes “B-but…Dad, what if I want to stay a little later? Please, just for one night! I promise I won’t cause any trouble…” Jungkook stuttered

“On what grounds am I supposed to trust you, when you hang out with these kind of kids?” he asked his son as he stared at you “You can expect me to take away your phone and your games from you” his dad replied to him

You gulped on your saliva as you understood that the comment was meant for you. Jungkook’s father never really liked you nor did he enjoyed watching you getting near his son. You didn’t need to think twice before understanding that the old man only considered you as a nuisance for his son’s bright future. You were what held him back from going on business trips with his parents every year, because he feared growing apart from you. He had to learn the ropes in order to manage his parents’ company and make it successful, yet he was still reluctant about it. Staying over during the summer was another excuse for him to keep his future away from getting near him. Maybe he didn’t want to inherit the company? That, no one knows, but the boy was fed up his father’s mania to control his life.

You chose to leave the kitchen and wait for him outside, as his mother showed you the way out. You didn’t had to be there to know that Jungkook was going to fight with his dad.

“Excuse me?” Jungkook furrowed his brows

“You heard me right, Jeon Jungkook. You will be taking over the company and until you turn 21, you aren’t allowed to date anyone that I’m not approving of”

“Who even brought up the dating issue? I just want to celebrate my friend’s birthday” Jungkook ruffled his hair “Y/N is my childhood friend, the least you could do as an adult is to acknowledge her presence like anyone with a heart would.”

“I’m saying this because she has a bad influence on you! All you’ve been doing is playing around because of her. She’s a nuisance for your future and I’m never coming back on my words. A boy like you should search someone who’s worthy of him--”

“I’m not even dating her!” Jungkook scowled “So stop calling her that way. She’s the precious child of another family as well. Doesn’t it occur to you that I might not be as amazing as you think I am? I’m just like any other boy. Stop belittling other’s children to make me seem higher than what I actually am. ”

“You are leaving this summer Jeon Jungkook, the least I expect from you is to wrap up this mess and cut ties with that girl before it gets messier.”

“I refuse to cut ties with her” Jungkook glared at his father

“You might think you’re all that but you’re barely 17 years old. The world isn’t what you think! It is way more difficult than what you think!”

“It doesn’t matter how old I am or how mature I get, Y/N will always have a place in my heart and you won’t be able to change this mindset” Jungkook firmly stated his point before grabbing his jacket and deserting his place.

…

You kicked the ground with your sneakers as you suddenly heard the door opening up. Jungkook didn’t seem in the mood of going to any party. His dad ruined his morning and the boy was at a sensitive age where everything seemed like the end of the world. Only following his hearts orders, he grabbed your wrist in an unexpected way.

“You know that I hate you, right?” he sighed before swiftly pulling your frail body on his embrace, as a way to reassure himself.

“You know that the feeling is mutual right?” you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, grasping onto his jacket as firmly as you could

“I hate my life” he pressed his cheek on your neck as his body was slowly relaxing against yours “Why are you so short.” he sighed

Why were you so perfectly made to fit into my arms…?

“Why are you so tall?” you added

“Why am I already a senior in high school?” he ran his fingers through your soft hair

“I actually question that as well” you comment “How did you even got there with that kind of brain?” you tugged lightly on his soft hair

“Then why are you friends with me?” he felt a tear escape his eyes

So many questions, but so many unanswered ones.

Why am I falling for my best friend?

“Jeon Jungkook, why are you like this?” you slowly pulled away from his hug and gasped as you witnessed tears on his face for the first time. You cupped his cheek with your delicate hand as you wiped off his tears with your thumb “Jeon, what’s wrong?”  You grabbed his face on both of your hands as you felt tears on the crease of your eyes as well “If you start crying, then what am I supposed to do?” you felt a knot in your throat

You grabbed his hand as you walked a little further away from his place to the nearby park. You both sat on a bench as Jungkook was wiping off his tears. The boy felt like he lost to you. He even showed you the tears, he never showed to anyone else. He always believed that crying in front of you would be the same as losing his dignity. He promised to protect you from crying when you were kids, yet this time he was the one with waterfalls threatening to fall from his eyes.

“Jungkook, look at me” you cupped his cheeks once again “I don’t know what happened to you, but I want you to know that I’m always on your side okay?”

You don’t even know…

You pulled him into your arms, head laying against your collarbone, tears wetting your brand new shirt, arms tightly wrapped around your sensitive waist. Jungkook was gripping into you like he never did before. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, slowly running your fingers through his apple scented hair once again. It always went the other way around, but this time it was his turn to trust and to lean on you. He protected you for all of these years and it was his turn to show you some vulnerability and be your damsel in distress.

You could tell he calmed down after a few minutes. His breathing slowed down as he slowly pulled his face away from your collarbone/chest area. He got carried away and was repenting for his embarrassing acts. How was he going to face you?

“I’m just an idiot, don’t pay attention to me” his deep voice commented

“No you’re not! Don’t say that!” you furrow your brows “Ok yes, you’re an idiot sometimes for being a tease, but it’s also my fault for annoying you at times, but like—“

He chuckled through his tears, at your response

“Oh! You smiled” you held onto your heart in relief “ Honey” you sat next to him before leaning your head on his shoulder

“Don’t honey me, you female version of Tarzan” he laughed through his tears

“I know it may sound of place and not suited for this situation, but your skin is so soft” your fingers hovered over his cheeks

“S-Stop” his fingers clasped around your wrist

“Why?” you pushed his hand away “I need some tips from you to make my skin as glowing as yours” you hover your face next to his cheek “Something’s missing” you comment as you hovered your thumb over his soft cheek

“What?”

“A healing kiss” you pressed your lips on his wet cheek as he stiffened against the moist soft lips on his cheek

Crying gets me kisses, now?! , he thought completely flabbergasted by the fact that you were both on each other’s tails a few seconds ago and now you were casually pressing your lips on him.

“Are we all good now? “You pulled away “Come on! Stop looking all shook and smile!” you pinched his cheek

“D-Do you always do this to people who cry?” he stuttered as he flushed red

“Oh well, I used to do this when my dad was mourning over my aunt’s death, and it always made him smile” you commented “I was about seven or eight years old back then?” you paused before adding “but what happened to you?” you grabbed his large hand as you played with his long fingers

“Nothing” he finally muttered

“Then why? Why were you tearing up?” you blinked

“Oh please, don’t bring that up” he cringed his face “Can we forget about that. I’m already embarrassed. I don’t even want to talk about it” he wiped off the remaining tears “I was just overwhelmed”

“Overwhelmed because of what?”

“Stop asking so many questions.” He ruffled your hair rather aggressively, to the point where your hairdo was ruined  

“I will officially murder your ass after prom” you glared at him

….

A few hours later

You made your way onto Jennie’s Birthday Party. You could tell by the look of Jungkook’s face that he was green with envy as he watched the blue Ferrari parked in front of Jennie’s house. The huge bow sticking onto the car only indicated that it was Jennie’s Birthday Gift.

“Why is it that she gets a car and I only get books for my birthday?!” Jungkook scowled “My dad only got me some administration and management books last year. I want to burn all of them” he rolled his eyes as he approached the car “This beauty is going to belong to Jennie the witch from the block” Jungkook sighed before patting the car “ Baby, break a leg and don’t let her push on your pedals too much, okay?”

“Weirdo, why am I friends with this weirdo” you slowly walked away from him as you adjusted your white dress

“You’re weirder for picking a white dress!! We’re not getting married, why are you wearing white and why am I wearing a black suit?!”  

“Because the theme is black and white, idiot” you commented

“Jennie the witch doesn’t know that White and Black aren’t even colors to begin with”

“Jungkook just shut it, will you?” you smacked his arm “Did you get the cake?”

“Yeah, the witch better be happy that my beloved mother woke up early on a Sunday morning to cook her a cake”

“You didn’t poison it, did you?” you gave him a suspicious look

“I should’ve done that” Jungkook face palmed “Damn it! You always have brilliant ideas Y/N. I will definitely poison her cake next year” he chuckled

“Hey, stop it before she poisons you first” you nudged him

You recognized a gentlemen figure walking towards you. Jimin was there in all of his glory, wearing a simple white button up shirt, some black pants, and a gorgeous black bowtie. He looked so stylish, you could bet on your pinky that at least half of the girls that were going to show up at this party were going to throw themselves on him.

“What are you lovebirds up to?” Jimin tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Shut up” Jungkook gritted his teeth at the mention of lovebirds

“Damn Jimin, you’re looking great” your jaw dropped “I love that bowtie!” you jumped on the occasion to pull on the sides of the bow “You look so cute~”

“Thank you, sweetie” he winked at you as Jungkook was slowly fuming in envy

Why doesn’t she pull on my tie instead? I hate this family.

“But damn kook, you went all the way out? Isn’t that a suit that you’re wearing?” Jimin’s eyes rounded “You look like a full course meal. Ready for prom? Or should I say…ready for your wedding?” he eyed you before winking at Jungkook

“Who are you kidding? I’m planning on remaining single for a while” Jungkook replied with a smug on his face “If I don’t remain single, then how sad would that be for other girls who want a piece of this?”

“Whoa, Jungkook is bragging again” Taehyung chuckled “What an amazing way to start my night, right?” he stared at the girl in his arms

“Why does he have a girlfriend and why am I still single? That’s the real question” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief “and you!” he pointed at Taehyung “Who the f*ck allowed you to call me at 7AM on a Sunday!?”

“My instincts told me it was the right thing to do”  Taehyung nodded nonchalantly

“You little @$%@^@” Jungkook glared at Taehyung” You ruined everything ugh” he muttered under his breath

“Taehyung liked Lisa for a while and Taehyung courted her in the cutest way ever” you nudged your friend

“Can we not talk about this?” Lisa blushed a few shades of red

“Tell me about it, Kim Tae was all gaga over her” Jimin chuckled “I witnessed the worst lovesick fools during freshman year. You’re lucky Y/N. You didn’t had to witness these three idiots in their love conflicts, it was actually so annoying yet entertaining at times”

“Three idiots?” you blinked “So… Hoseok and Taehyung? But who’s the third lovesick idiot?”

“He might be closer than you think, right Jungkook?” Jimin smirked

OH WELL F*CK YOU TOO PARK JIMIN

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s savior made his way into the party to save him from being exposed.

“It was me” Yoongi suddenly wrapped his arm around Jimin and Jungkook “The third lovesick fool was me” he smiled nonchalantly “I had this unconditional love for hip hop but my mom forced piano lessons onto me”

“Yeah, it makes sense” you nodded “I thought you were talking about Jeon for a few seconds” you smiled awkwardly

“About kook?” Jimin eyes rounded “Do you perhaps know something that we don’t?”

“Well, Hoseok told me during freshman year that Jungkook had this huge crush on a girl? Or maybe it was made up? I don’t even remember, all I know is that it was very fishy”

“I-I didn’t even really had a crush on her!” Jungkook stuttered

“But who was she? That’s what you always avoided telling me” you commented

“Can’t we just call her an imaginary crush and get over it? Jungkook is now a grown man, he doesn’t need to remember crushes like these.” Taehyung replied awkwardly

“Then how about your crush on me?” Lisa frowned “You crushed on me since freshman year? What happened to that? It’s not worth remembering?” she crossed her arms over her chest” I’m kind of very disappointed now”

“Lisa… that’s not what I meant” Taehyung grabbed her arm

“Congrats Kim Tae, you f*cked up again” jimin whispered from the side

“Ugh... What a bunch of brainless idiots” you shook your head before grabbing Lisa’s arm “Let’s spend some girl time together and leave these idiots to socialize in their natural habitat”

“Did she include me in the circle of brainless idiots?” Yoongi blinked

“Probably” Jungkook nodded

“Why?” Yoongi’s jaw dropped three floors lower

“Anyways boys” jimin slung his arms around Jungkook and taehyung “Prepare your vomit bags in advance because you’re going to witness the most embarrassing and cheesy moments in history in a few minutes”

“Why? What IS GOING TO HAPPEN?!” Yoongi blinked frantically

“I think he’s talking about Jendeukie and Hoseok” Taehyung tapped onto his chest “They’re all over each other these days”

“You know what? I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Yoongi slowly made his way out of party venue.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook and Jimin both grabbed the boy by the back of his collar. Yoongi was struggling against their grip on him and Taehyung attempted to clasp his hand over Yoongi’s mouth, which only resulted in a disaster.

“I refuse to get inside. F*ck off. I’m calling my driver. THIS IS ILEGAL. THEY’RE KIDNAPPING ME!!! I’M FATHER LOUIS WILLIAMS SUGA ADAMS THE THIRD. YOU BETTER FREE ME OR ELSE YOU’LL BE GOING TO HELL. IT’S A SUNDAY. Can’t we go pray Jesus instead of witnessing this shit so early in the evening?! GUYS. COME ON!!!”

…

The boys’ worst nightmare has yet to come to reality. Hoseok and Jennie weren’t going to put their cheesiness aside for this night.

“Angel, come here” Hoseok pulled his girlfriend in his arms before kissing her cheek “You look so beautiful today. What did my baby eat to become so sexy?”

“Oh no, here you we go again” Jimin rolled his eyes as he muttered under his breath “She obviously ate food like every other human on earth, for f*ck’s sake” he face palmed

“What? What is going on?” Jungkook blinked being completely oblivious

“Prepare yourself to gag, Jungkook” Taehyung whispered

“Why?” the boy asked

“Shut it, Tae” Lisa pinched Taehyung’s forearm

Jennie stared at her lovesick boyfriend, stars shining through her eyes as she laced their fingers together. Hoseok couldn’t leave his eyes from her and followed every one of her movements as if they were as important as the next presidential elections.

“Sunshine, stop it you’re making me embarrassed” Jennie stared at her shoes shyly as she noticed Hoseok’s eyes on her “D-don’t look at me like that”

“What? There’s nothing to be embarrassed of, you shine the brightest in the galaxy. I can’t keep my eyes off you even if I wanted to” Hoseok would tap her nose “I could look at you day and night without ever getting tired. I still can’t believe you’re my girl. My little star.” he kissed her temple

The little couple were in their own world, while the other friends were torn in between adoration and cringing.

“Oh no, HE DID NOT” Jungkook let out of a growl in disgust “Am I allowed to cry now?”

“Maybe I should make you cry, so that you stop ruining such a perfect moment” You grabbed Jungkook as you put him in a head lock

“Perfect? Y/N. Do you really like this corny stuff?” Jungkook cringed his face

“Hoseok is being super sweet and you’re just salty” you rolled your eyes

“I still don’t get how come this cringe worthy bastard got a himself a girl and I’m still here getting no action” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief

“Jungkook, maybe if you actually tried approaching a girl, it’d be a good start” you commented

“I don’t do females, sorry to disappoint you”

“Then what do you do?” you raised a brow

“Video games” Jungkook nodded to himself being extremely satisfied of his reply

“Oh no” you face palmed “Jungkook please tell me this is a joke. Do I have to start buying you cats from now onwards?”

“Does it look like a joke?” He stared at you “I’m serious and I’m at level 34 of Piano tiles as well. My highest score was 9789. My fingers are skilled” he gave you a cocky smirk as he wrapped his muscular arm around your neck to head lock you this time “So baby girl, the only cats I’m getting are the ones dripping wet for me”

“Yeah I’m definitely buying some cats for you” you shook your head in disbelief “Jungkook, Cats don’t like water. So I’m sorry for you, but if you’re going to mistreat the cats I’m buying for you, then you better prepare yourself to live the rest of your life with no cats.”

“Are they talking about the same cats?” Taehyung whispered to Jimin

“Probably not” Jimin smirked “Y/N’s cats are probably the pure ones, while jungkook’s cats are the ones from hell”

“What do you think Lisa?” Taehyung would lean his head on the girl’s shoulder

“I don’t know” she puffed her cheeks “They always argue about weird stuff” The innocent girl replied

“I still can’t get over how cute your accent is” Taehyung squeaked

“Why?” Lisa giggled “I don’t even have an accent”

“The Thai accent is adorable” Taehyung poked her cheek “Lalisa~~~~” he’d play gently with her blonde hair

“Hey!! I’d like to hear you trying Thai before talking about my accent” she pulled on his cheeks

“And I’d like to get a hug first” Taehyung would open up the zipper of his jumper for the girl to get in his arms “I promise you, it’s warm just how you like it!” Taehyung coughed

“Is that an invitation?” Lisa blushed before she wrapped her around the boy’s waist and got inside his Jumper

Taehyung instinctively zipped up his jumper after she was in his arms, attempting to trap her inside his jumper.

“What are you doing, Taehyung-ah?” She chuckled

“We’re a sandwich now” Taehyung giggled as we wrapped his arms around her waist

“A Korean and Thai flavored sandwich?” Lisa laughed

“Yeah, a yummy match made in heaven” Taehyung added

“Tae please get yourself a room and stop corrupting my innocent kid” Yoongi commented as he stared at Lisa “That child who refers love making as Unicorn making “

“Lisa is not that innocent” Jimin commented “She has her own ways to express naughtiness through innocence” he smirked “That Unicorn we’re talking about is a Dick, right Lisa?”

“What are you saying now?” Taehyung covered Lisa’s ears “Stop saying weird stuff to my girl!”

“ A unicorn that makes magic…” you nodded “ That’s what she used to say back in the day” you blinked as you stared at Jungkook “ I’ll go get some juice” you suddenly left

The discussion went on as you were absent.

“Lisa, I had faith in you” Jungkook sighed as he stared at the blonde haired girl “How could you betray me like this”

“Unicorns are amazing, that’s why and I was curious. I mean… we were still kids so I said a few crazy things.” Lisa smiled at Jungkook “In case you start jumping to conclusions, I’m the only one who brought up this topic. Y/N never really got into it. So don’t worry, Koko, the record is still clean” she winked at Jungkook

“And why should that matter?” jimin raised a brow

“Jungkook didn’t want Y/N to get corrupted like other girls in our grade did, so he trusted Lisa to keep her cute and innocent” Taehyung whispered in jimin’s ears

“And that was the biggest mistake I ever made” Jungkook ruffled his hair “Entrusting something to Lisa is like asking for a natural disaster to happen in a mid-life crisis” he groaned

“Oh” Lisa pouted “Koko isn’t happy, but what to do? As much as I want to keep her innocent, she will learn to be naughty on her own sooner or later, Koko. And when that happens, only you, can figure out what to do”

“Stop SAYING THESE WORDS” Jungkook blinked frantically

“Koko, you have an amazing body, take it as your advantage” she winked

“KIM TAE!!! Keep your girl, under control!” Jungkook hid his chest with his arms as he stared at Taehyung

“Uhm you know, Lisa is just very..uhm… enthusiastic” Taehyung blinked as Lisa suddenly pulled on his tie

“I control my boy, better luck next time Koko” Lisa smiled at him sweetly

“Yeah, even Jendeukie controls Hoseok. Do these girls cast a spell on men or something?” Yoongi chuckled

“Women’s pheromones are amazing” Jimin nodded

“What is he saying” jungkook rolled his eyes

“I got a drink!” you poked jungkook’s shoulder

“Damn, that was fast” jungkook smiled before he grabbed your drink

“Wait, that’s my drink!”

“Too late” he took a sip before he blinked frantically at the unusual taste “Is it grape juice? Because it tastes weird as f*ck”

“Well… I think so” you replied “Now give me back my drink” you grabbed the drink form him

“Wait a second, children” Yoongi grabbed the cup away from you before he took a sip

“Why are you guys drinking from MY CUP? Go get yourself a drink! This one was mine” you pouted

“Jimin-ah, this kind of taste…Isn’t it familiar?” Yoongi gave the cup to Jimin who took a sip as well

“Hmm, grape wine? Yeah, definitely grape wine” Jimin whispered in Yoongi’s ear

“What are you guys whispering to each other?” you raised a suspicious brow

“Nothing very important” Yoongi chuckled

“Be on your guards, Jennie’s parents apparently allowed wine in the house for tonight” Jimin whispered in jungkook’s ears “ That drink you’re holding” he pointed at the cup “ it’s not grape juice”  

“Wine?!” Jungkook’s eyes rounded “Oh well f*ck, I wasn’t supposed to drink”

“Why am I always excluded? Share the good stuff with me and give me back my drink” you scowled

“Children like you should’ve stayed home” Jungkook pinched your cheek

“Get your paws off of my face” you slapped his hand away

….

You grabbed Lisa as you both made your way to the birthday Girl. Jennie seemed more than excited about turning eighteen. You finally had your chance to chat with your girls with no interruptions.

“What happened between you and Jung Hoseok? I swear to god, when did you guys became so lovey dovey” you nudged her

“Well, it just kind of happened” Jennie giggled “He’s just so sweet and he smells so good I uhm… well… I don’t know” she blushed

“I predicted this, years in advance yet you always kicked me off my desk and said I was delusional” Lisa shook her head in disbelief “What happened to the ice queen? Has Hoseok melted you or something? You should be pulling on my hair and scolding me by now” Lisa commented

“W-Well we were still young back then! I was genuinely not interested okay!” Jennie replied awkwardly

“But he was” Lisa smirked

“You guys are so cute” you chuckled “I can’t believe both of you already found boyfriends and I’m here procrastinating instead of studying for my next exam”

“Oh baby, let me tell you a thing or two. We might all be in the honeymoon phase, but my sister said it wouldn’t last longer than a few months” Lisa pouted before adding “Didn’t you had a fling with Koko? I thought you guys had something going on since freshman year?”

“Yeah the closet pervert” Jennie nodded “I thought you had this awkward and tense relationship back then? He was such an awkward teen “she chuckled

“All of us were awkward to be honest” you sighed

“I mean, you had to steal his first kiss from him, how manlier can he get?” Jennie laughed “I’m honestly so confused about him. He’s not like the other kids and I don’t like that”

“He’s just shy, give him a break” you commented

“Shyness is another word for Danger! I bet he’s the kind of guy who’d turn things upside down when you don’t expect it. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me shiver” Jennie commented

“Oh my god! That sounds exciting!” Lisa clapped her hands

“You already have a boyfriend blondie, relax” Jennie patted Lisa’s head

“I mean it’s still exciting for Y/N!” Lisa nudged Jennie “They’ll have an exciting time together” she winked

“Very funny, girls” you smiled sarcastically “That guy is too weird to function. I’m never getting involved romantically with him”

“Then why did you stole his first kiss?” Lisa asked you

“Because I felt like it” you replied

“That’s not the answer we wanted to hear “Lisa sighed

“Just enjoy the Party and stop digging into their business, nosy Lisa” Jennie pinched the girl

“Happy Birthday Jendeukie” you smiled at her

“Thank you~” she smiled back

“So what’s your wish, birthday girl?” you nudged Jennie with a sneaky smile

“I’m not telling” Jennie smiled

 ….

Later during the night…

“When was the last time you kissed someone?” you nudged jimin

“Like a thousand years ago” Jimin sighed “I’m not searching for a girlfriend or anything right now, but I wish to have an exciting campus life next year”

“This guy’s first kiss was our class president Jung Eunbi” Taehyung shook his head in disbelief “Do you realize that he managed to get a kiss from the most uptight girl in our grade?”

“She was cute and smart” Jimin leaned his back on the wall “Just how I like them”

“Why do I have a feeling that Jimin will end up with a girl who’s not good at school” you chuckled

“You’re so cute Y/N.” jimin ruffled your hair “I dislike stupid girls” he commented “I want to be able to hold deep conversations with a girl. If she’s dumb …then how am I supposed to make it happen?”

“Ouch, my heart just sunk for the millions of girls who actually crushed on you” you held on your chest

“Brains don’t define you” Taehyung commented “There’s more to life than grades, Jimin-ah”

“What about you?” you stared at Yoongi “Who was your first kiss?”

“It was my dad” Yoongi sighed

“I feel you, man” Taehyung puts his palm over Yoongi’s shoulder

“What about you Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin swirled his cup in his hands

“Yeah, well my mom had a blast kissing my cheeks and pulling on them when I was a toddler” Jungkook commented awkwardly

“I’m talking about the first time you locked lips with a girl. When did that ever happened?” Jimin smirked

“It never happened” Jungkook kicked the floor with his shoes shyly

“But we—“you furrowed your brows

“Stay silent will you” Jungkook clasped a hand over your lips before whispering in your ears “I thought we agreed to keep it a secret?”

He grabbed your arm as he pulled you in a corner of the room, far away from his friends.

“Whatever” you frowned as you pushed his hands away from you

“Why? Are you disappointed” he blinked

“Not disappointed, just very disappointed?” you tilted your head

“Then…do you want to test it out again, tonight?” he slid his hands along your arms to hold your hands as he raised a seductive brow

“What is he saying now?” you rolled your eyes

“Don’t play the innocence game Y/N” Jungkook stared at the ceiling “We’re turning 18 in a few months.”

“Innocence game?” you tilt your head “I don’t see where you’re going”

“Oh, who knows where I’m going?” Jungkook shrugged “I don’t know where I’m going either”

“You know exactly where you’re going” you chuckled “I’m not your dumb innocent home girl who believes into pretty lies.”

“Depends if you want me to make it censored or rated?” Jungkook sipped on his grape juice

“You can go as explicit as you need Jungkook” you licked on your lollipop

Jungkook suddenly choked on his drink as he coughed violently when these words left your lips.

“What are you?” Jungkook turned to look at you

“Uhm… your best friend?” you replied

“Yeah, best friends don’t usually act like this” the boy tensed up “I-I was just teasing you”

“Jungkook, its’ okay. You have nothing to hide from me. I understand how males function.” You put your palm over his shoulder

“How do we function?” Jungkook quirks up a brow

“Boys are easily stimulated by images” you commented as you stared your lollipop before giving it a lick “Am I not right?”

Jungkook’s adam’s apple bobbed down as he say your tongue playing with that candy

Stop licking that goddamn candy

“Y/N, you’re a f*cking pervert” Jungkook scoffed “What in the world are you imagining?” he chuckled as cold sweats were forming on his neck

“Oh, Maybe I was wrong after all” you sighed “Dang it”

“Is that how you planned on seducing Seokjin Hyung?” Jungkook added, slightly salty

“Jin?” you blinked “You mean, my neighbor Seokjin?”

“Yeah, the tall one, who’s intelligent and too beautiful you almost lost your shit when he moved into your neighborhood” Jungkook rolled his eyes

“Not to lie, but he’s really hot” you bite on your bottom lip as you eyed your lollipop “Seokjin has those pink lips” you squeal to yourself “It makes me wonder how they’d feel like”

“Y/N, you’re such a pervert” Jungkook eyed you “I promise you, his lips don’t feel that great”

“Have you felt them before?” you laughed

“College boys are not that amazing” He stares at you “He’s a 23 years old geezer. His lips won’t even feel that good”

“Oh My lord, Jungkook” you elbowed him in the stomach “Twenty three is not even old! You’re just jealous because you wished you were as mature as Jin is.”

“I doubt you’d want to waste your real first kiss on him” he rolled his eyes

“Kissing Seokjin, would never be a waste!” you added “He’s experienced and smart, and that’s what attracts me”

“The idea is obviously blinding you Y/N! You’re only 17 and he’s 23! You can’t be with him even if you wanted to” he said “You’re an underage child and he’s a grown man.”

“Well, he wouldn’t back up from kissing me, unlike someone” you stare at him

“I thought we were over that” Jungkook growled

“I’m never going to forget it. You actually backed off and I had to steal the first kiss from you” you smirked

“It didn’t count okay! It wasn’t a real kiss!” Jungkook rolled his eyes

“What already happened will always remain engraved in history. It’s too late to try making up for it Jungkook. You’re a guy who backed off from his first kiss”

“Do I have to actually kiss you so that you shut up about that thing that happened 2 years ago?” he cornered you, pressing his palm against your wall

“S-Says the high schooler who only knows how to play games on his phone” you blinked as you avoided his gaze

“Y/N, This is the truth! You just have a misconception of high school boys because you see them every day, but we’re all getting into college, and believe or not but all of the high schoolers will be college boys someday as well.  “He titled your chin with his fingers to lock eyes with you

“College boys are more mature that’s why” you sighed as you slapped his hand away

“You’re so annoying” Jungkook sighed

“It’s not just about the college factor. It’s also the fact that Jin is different” you commented “unlike someone”

“Oh, so the problem here isn’t the fact that I’m less cool because I’m still a senior in high school?” he raised a brow “You’re straight out saying that you’d pick Jin over me, right?” he grabbed the lollipop away from your hold

“Yeah” you nodded “Hey give me back my lolli—“

“Don’t you dare get your panties twisted in a knot over me the day we get into college then” he popped the lollipop in his mouth

“O-Oh don’t worry, it’s never going to happen” you smiled sarcastically “My candy though” you pointed at him “Give it back” you showed your palm to him

“Nah” he ruffled your hair “See you later”

“I will step on your dick someday and you will cry for mercy” you clenched your fistas he left

“I heard you” Jungkook commented as he kept on walking away

…

As the evening went by, you chose to find a cozy spot in the huge living room where you sat comfortably sipping on your grape juice. You were slowly feeling tired and dizzy for some weird reason. You were never into parties, but something about your drink and the atmosphere made you feel warm. You left the girls to spend some quality time with your phone, because yes, you were that kind of person. You tried binge watching the latest episode of Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. It wasn’t long before you felt a weight shift on the other side of the couch, and slowly shifting towards you. You suddenly felt a head leaning onto your shoulder. You recognized him by his apple scented hair

“What is wrong now?” you ask nonchalantly

“Tae and Jimin said that I was a nuisance to them” he pouted

“Why?” you ruffled his hair “You got on their nerves again? What have you done with time?”

“Well I kind of… interrupted Jimin when he was talking to some girl”

“What was your reason?”

“I wanted to show him that new app I have on my phone”

“What about Tae, then? He’s usually forgiving to people… ”

“I interrupted his kiss with Lisa by accident” Jungkook played with his fingers “It was really an accident! I just felt kind of dizzy and dropped my drink on Lisa’s white dress…by accident”

“You said accident three times”

“Because it really was an accident” he sighed cutely

“Jungkook, what is wrong with you?” you pulled on his cheek

“I want some attention. Can’t someone love me please? ” He hugs your arm “I know it’s Jennie’s Birthday, but like… I feel kind of weird and warm, and I want some love?”

“Are you drunk?” you chuckled

“Am I?”

“There’s no way you can be drunk. I thought alcohol wasn’t allowed in this party.”

“Let’s do something crazy” his warm fingers hovered over your bare arm

“L-Like what?” you stuttered

“Let’s hug” he smiled cutely before pulling you into his embrace

“Jungkook, are you sure you’re not taking any drugs I’m not aware of?” you raised a suspicious brow as his hold around your waist was getting tighter

“No, I just love you so so so much” he pressed his cheek on your shoulder

“Yeah, definitely on drugs” you nodded

“You’re like a drug to me” he buried his nose in the crook of your neck

“Oh sweet baby Jesus, Are you quoting Twilight now?” you sighed

“Jungkook just wants some love, is that too much to ask?” his hold around your waist suddenly got tighter than earlier

“Jungkook? Are you being Serious?” you tugged on his hair

“Jungkook doesn’t like being alone. Jungkook likes you the most” he pressed his lips on your shoulder as you gasped in response

“W-What’s with all of this Jungkook wants this, Jungkook wants that?” you felt your cheeks heat up “G-Get off!” you tried pushing him off

“You don’t like Jungkook, huh?” his hold on you suddenly became loose “That’s sad though” he slowly backed off “Jungkook likes you a LOOOOTTTT” he pointed at you

“Is Jungkook in his right mind as well?” you raised a brow

Who would be in their right minds if they were in love with you?

“Nah… hehehehe” he giggled before falling asleep on your lap,

“What a f*cking idiot” you smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair “What can I even expect from this kid?” you sighed

Little did you knew that these moments were probably the last ones you’d have with him for a while

…

A few months later

Prom was right around the corner and you went shopping for your dress with your friends and Jungkook. You wanted Jungkook to match his tie color with your dress, to celebrate your friendship, but the boy was disagreeing.

“Only couples do that weird stuff” he leaned against the wall “We will look stupid” he sighed

“Come on! You haven’t even picked your suit! Let’s do it to celebrate our 13 years friendship anniversary”

“Are we getting married or something? This is just prom Y/N. Take it easy” Jungkook stared at you

“Just PROM?!Jungkook, do you realize that prom is like an equivalent of your wedding day when you’re a teen?” you shouted in a sarcastic tone

“Oh lord, she’s being crazy again” he rolled his eyes

“I was just kidding” you chuckled “but Prom is still important. Come on” you pulled on his sleeve “Do it for me”

“Why should I do such a thing?” he whined

Why would I do such a thing, when I’m probably not even showing up to prom *sighs*

“Because you’re my best friend” you lean your face on his chest before tip-toeing and biting his bare shoulder

“OUCH?!!!” he half-shouted

“Come on, get your ass going before I bite something else” you smiled sarcastically

“What do you want to bite?!” he covered his chest with his arms “this savage woman” he scoffed

“Let’s go~” you pulled him with you Inside the shop

I really need to tell her the truth before it’s too late…

…

You’ve walked around the city as you searched for the perfect tie and dress shirt that’d match with your shirt. Jungkook’s steps were getting heavier as he felt the pressure of keeping a smile on his face for your sake. Being friends for over 13 years only meant that you knew his feelings better than anyone else did. You didn’t need a PHD in psychology to understand that your best friend was hiding something from you, and for a very long time now.

“I know you have something to tell me” you commented as you both walked your way back home

“Me? N-Not at all” he blinked

“Stop stuttering and tell me the truth” you grabbed his hand “I already know, Jungkook” whipped your head up to lock eyes with his round doe ones

She knows?

“You’re leaving this time, right?” you muttered “and for a very long time…”

“Who told you about this?” he grabbed your hands

“ I heard your parents are planning on moving to Germany this summer” you kick the ground with your shoes “ and you will probably leave again, just like every summer” you sighed “ Jungkook, I don’t want to hold onto something when I already it’s leaving me forever”

Germany? Who said it was in Germany?! The last time I recalled, my flight was scheduled for L.A

“Who’s leaving to Germany?!” he blinked “Me?” he gave you that shook face

You simply nodded

“Who gave you this kind of information? Is it my pops?” Jungkook clenched his fist

“It doesn’t matter Jungkook, someday it will happen and it’s not like we’ll be able to stay together forever” you sighed

“What do you mean by that?” He furrowed his brows “We can still talk over the phone and facetime! It’ll be just like when we were kids”

“We’ll be in college, Jungkook. We won’t have time for that” you added

“Then we can just make time for each other!” he tried lacing your hands with his as you gently rejected his touch

“You leave every summer and comeback with amazing memories to share with us, but someday you’ll have to follow in your parent’s footsteps and do just like them. When that happens, what will happen to us?” you felt tears forming on the crease of your eyes “People grow and change Jungkook. What tells you that you’ll still be holding onto our friendship after leaving for a few months? These months will soon turn into years and these years will turn into forever.”

“Oh, so you reject me because you can’t bear with the idea of me being overseas?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “What a joke. I heard funny statements in the past, but you’re really something else.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You’re willing to give up on our relationship just because we might be away from each other for a few months?” Jungkook commented “You’re telling this to a guy who did his best to call you every day despite being on the other side of Earth? The least you could do is wait for me…but I guess I can’t even expect this from you”

“You won’t understand Jungkook, even if I try to explain the situation, you won’t get it, because you can pretend to be okay even in the hardest times” you grab his arm “but I can’t pretend to be okay when you’re not”

“I’m fine! I’m more concerned about you” he grabs your wrist as he pulls you in his arms “I’m always fine. I will never not be fine.”

“That’s what I’m saying” you melted in his arms “It’s okay to not be okay, Jungkook”

“But I’m really okay” he felt a knot in his throat

“No you’re not” your tears escaped your eyes “You’re not okay at all! So stop smiling at me”

“Then what? You expected me to leave in tears?” he gulped on his saliva as his voice got lower “You expected me to leave you behind, with an image of me, being depressed over this trip?” he hugged you tighter “That would hurt you, and it’d hurt me a hundred times more to see you hurting because of me” he paused

“You dumb idiot”

“Yes, I’m scared we might grow apart and fade away. You could always find a nice boyfriend and forget about your silly childhood friend…these thoughts haunt me all the time, but can I even do? I’m just a friend”

“I’d never leave you after finding a boyfriend, who gave you those dumb ideas?” your arms tightened around his waist

“My brain, I guess” he chuckled in a heartbroken tone “It still doesn’t change the fact that I’m leaving though”

“Who said I was going to let this happen?” you buried your face in his chest

“Y-You don’t want me to leave?” he stuttered

“You should leave” you punched his chest with your fist

“What? Stop playing with my heart” he whined

“You should leave and come back, so that I can proudly tell the world that my best friend is a successful little bastard” you wiped your tears

“D-Don’t say that” he ruffled his hair “I might miss you even more because of what you just said” he pulled you in his arms again “As much as I hate asking for favors, I want you to do something for me”

“Anything” you sniffled

“The day I come back. I’d like to hear you tell me how handsome I became”

“Ah, seriously” you chuckled in disbelief

“Tell me that you still eat snacks while slacking off instead of studying. Tell me that you haven’t had a single hook up because Jimin has been cock blocking you” he grabbed your hand

“Why would Jimin ever cock block—“you raised a brow

“Tell me that you have been waiting for me” he laced your hands together before locking eyes with you “Tell me that you felt lonely when I wasn’t there”

“What about you then?!” you smacked his arm “You better miss me every single minute of your day”

“You don’t even have to worry, I will probably long for you every second of my time in L.A” he pressed his lips against your forehead

“I hate you” you hugged him one last time

“I hate you more” he hugged you tighter

…

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 171 prt 2

Lance wasn’t giving up on his friends. He couldn’t give up on them. If the demon was lose, they needed to limit the ways it could escape. Had Hunk not been with him, he could have popped open the hatch and checked his options. Not that he was risking himself or his pregnancy, he could take full responsibility for his actions when he only had himself to consider. Rubbing his tender belly, he would have headed for help for them first, because that’s what Keith would want. The labs were some of the safest places in VOLTRON. They had to be. The technology there was sensitive and secretive. They couldn’t have a rampaging werewolf armed with tech. A vampire with a gun... actually, the vampire could do more damage without it.

“What do you mean drop the elevator?!”

Pidge yelled into the comms, Lance drawing himself up. Standing felt better than sitting. He only sat because Hunk told him to

“If we’re operating under the assumption the worst case scenario has happened, we need to limit the number of ways the demon could exit. We don’t know if it can maintain a corporeal form in our plain of existence. Coran would have set up charms and sigils to hold it, but it holds a vast amount of power. That’s why the ritual was going to take a while. Right now, you two need to remain safe in the labs. Those walls would be built to withstand both vampires and werewolves. It worries me that so much dark energy feels to be coming up the shaft. I know you don’t want us opening the doors, but I can’t stay in here, and Hunk wouldn’t survive if the elevator plummeted. Can you find out how much power the facility is operating on?”

“I think we’re on reserve power. We’ve got the same red light you do. And the same alarm”

“Is there anyway to tell what floor were on?”

“No. Not without getting the doors open and I fear that’ll cause the elevator to drop. We think Coran put extra safety measures in, on the off chance he had to keep whatever inside contained”

“That sounds logical. Fuck... okay... I’m going to check the doors on our side”

“Lance!”

Lance wanted to reassure Keith. Hearing his voice made him feel so much safer. His ego was still fighting for dominance, but his ego also respected Keith and would follow Keith’s lead

“Let me look. Worst comes to worst Pidge can talk me through ripping apart the circuit panel”

“You could drop it!”

“And we could drop waiting here. Curtis’s curse affects electrical flow. We’re in a box powered by electrics”

“Babe...”

“I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. But I’m not... I’m not going to risk them. I’m not going to risk not seeing you again. I know this place... if we can get out, we’ll work on coming to you”

“You’re in labour!”

“I don’t know for sure...”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not... it hurts... it hurts so much that I want to scream, but my ego is taking over. You know I only have so long before I lose it. Right now, you’re calming it. I believe in you, babe. Put your head together with Pidge. You’re both crazy smart and have totally different skills, but together you can work this out”

Keith’s voice trembled as he replied

“I’m scared...”

“Me too. Stay strong for me?”

“You’re an idiot...”

“I know, but I’m your idiot. We’re two halves of the same idiot. Pidge, don’t reverse the lock down completely. We can’t let the demon out. Hunk, stay close bud, just in case we need to jump”

Hunk shook his head, hands up. Lance sympathising with all his best friend was going through. He didn’t want to jump. He didn’t want to put any more pressure on his body than he had to

“I’d rather not jump”

“Neither do I”

*

Watching Lance dig his nails between the doors of the elevator, Keith stopped breathing. He knew Lance wanted to keep hearing his voice, but his plan was stupid. If the elevator fell, there was no way to know how far down it’d go before stopping, if it stopped at all

“I can’t watch. I can’t. Why couldn’t he wait?!”

Because Lance had a point. The demon couldn’t be let into their world. Hunting vampires and werewolves was hard enough as it was. Keith had no idea how to track a demon, let alone contain one. That a group of novice werewolves summoned one was bad enough.

“If anyone can get Hunk out safely, it’s Lance. His ego is nothing like you’ve ever seen”

“Have you?”

“A little of it. He and Matt had this fight when Matt first moved in. It was crazy”

Crazy scary. Lance’s ego was crazy. He had to trust that it’d continue to see Hunk as a friend, and that Hunk wouldn’t upset it by accident. With a creak, then a scream of metal, the doors inched open. Lance panting as he held them, head dropping forward

“Babe?!”

“It’s okay! Just... okay! Hunk, take a look!”

They couldn’t see what Hunk was looking at

“Guys! Tell us what’s happening!”

“We’re slightly above the reception!”

Two floors up. Only two floors were between them Lance growled, the strain obvious as his face scrunched up

“Hunk, once I get this wide enough, you go. I’ll follow you”

“But...”

“I’m faster and I’m stronger than you. The elevator is starting to shake. These doors are heavy...”

“Lance, let it go!”

Lance shook his head at Pidge

“I’ve got this! Hunk, get ready!”

Lance strained, his growls turning into a yell as he got the door wider. Hunk feeling the need to grab the two bags of shopping from the floor

“Ready?”

“I don’t know man... I don’t think I can...”

Sticking his leg up, Lance held his hand out to Hunk

“Too bad, bro! We’re moving!”

One moment Hunk was there, the next he was being propelled forward out of camera view. Lance throwing himself after him

“Hunk!”

Pidge screamed Hunk’s name as the elevator doors snapped shut behind the pair. Their view of them cut off. They hadn’t thought about that...

“Holy fuck... they made it!”

Holy fuck, yeah, that sounded about right

“Can we see the reception?”

“Yep! And even better, if the landlines are working, we can call them!”

“I bet you never thought you’d be saying that”

Not with all the shit Pidge have Lance over his landline

“I may have to admit antique technology has it uses”

“Admit it, you want a corded phone for your birthday”

Pidge glared daggers at him

“Shut up. Like you’re that much older than me”

“I’m old enough to know having a landline comes in handy”

Landlines were much less complicated than mobile phones. You put the number in and it rang. No accidentally pressing buttons on the side of your phone or on a screen

“Shut up and call reception already. It’s hash-zero-three”

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