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sanniecatswrites · 5 months

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Yeosang Xmas Oneshot

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Disclaimer: cotton candy fluff | sweet kisses | make sure to stay tune for more holiday ones or the other members!!! | ⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

Y/n POV:

I AM SO BORED!!! Argh!!! Once again *thinking to yourself* *sighing loudly* I look down to see my dog judging me criminally.

Charles POV:

Girl 🙄 I swear you sigh loudly for someone to hear. Mom is so dramatic all the time , but she says I need an attitude check? 🤔 Yeosang come get me!!! My mom is bored to death and just sighed loudly for attention?! Who she trying to get attention from? The Christmas ghost??? 😭😭😭 Oh ruff this is going to be a long day. She’s lucky having me as her emotional support golden retriever. I come with exceptional guaranteed cuddles and a sassy personality. Uncle Wooyoung helped me get my sassy entertaining personality. 😌 He taught me the eye roll and playing hard to get. He’s my favorite hooman. Sorry not sorry mom. 😙✌️ You don’t know the pain I put up with her rants and her period mood swings. Wait she has mood swings 24/7. 😃 Welp she needs comfort. A dog gotta do what a dog gotta do.

Back to Y/n POV:

Another day passed of being bored to death lying in my bed. I thought. Meanwhile, I’ve been staring at my ceiling for the past hour. All of a sudden, Charles jumps on my bed and snuggles next to me.

Y/n: You’re lucky you’re cute.

This dog is unlike any golden retriever. He’s a ten, who helps support me emotionally. Who also comes with exceptional guaranteed cuddles, but boy does he act like his Uncle Wooyoung. My twin brother is who I blame for Charles’s sassy attitude personality. Why?! Woo had the audacity to teach my angel devil how to play hard to get?? Letting Woo watch my angel devil is a curse that will haunt me. Sadly, Charles loves his uncle more than his own mother. 😭😭😭

My door bell suddenly rings and I snap out of my thoughts. My dog immediately sits up and dashes to the door. Me still confused gets up and follows my fluffy boy. He prompts himself down in front of the door. Then, starts to stare at me like hello mom?? Aren’t you going to answer the door? waiting for me to open the door.

Y/n: Yah!!! I’m trying Charles?! I’m just confused, because who would show up at this hour. *Did I order a package?! Maybe wrong house? Yeosang is probably with his members, along with my goofy af brother.*

Charles then barks loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I flinch and open the door.

Before I can look up, my dog attacks playfully on the person. Crap Charles!!! In my mom voice I get Charles to stop and to come to me. I then gently, but firmly hold his collar to hold him back.

Y/n: Charles Barkley!!! Come here. Sit. *dog mom rant 101* Aish!!! You can’t jump on people!!! You know better than that! You’re not a pupper anymore bud!!! I think you forget how big you are sometimes.

I then hear familiar deep gentle voice and childlike laughs.

???: Always pestering him with the same mom rant huh?

I freeze while petting Charles. No no no it can’t be. I thought. Slowly looking up, embarrassed with red flush cheeks . . . too see my boyfriend. Kang Yeosang. I mumble cursing myself silently.

He just smirks and shakes his head. I blush and look down to wrap my arms around Charles, as he still obeying to sit and stay. (Probably watching the tea 👀 🍵) I hear Yeosang snicker and feel strong arms pulling me in a hug. I flinch, but then recognise the cologne of my boyfriend. My arms snug around his torso returning the hug. Charles then snakes his head into our hug. He fits in the middle and snuggles.

Yeosang: aw Charles is like a child wanting to be included in his mom and dad’s arms. I mean I am his dad? *smirks*

Y/n: Stop it!!! *playfully punch his chest* I’m already embarrassed enough that Charles attacked you and heard my mom rant. *pouts*

Yeosang: *laughs softly* Babe have I ever told you how cute you get when you’re embarrassed? Charles didn’t hurt me and I am a strong man. It’s okay. Plus, having my two cuties is all that matters to me right now. *scratches gently the back of Charles head*

Y/n: Hehe okay. You’re so cheesy sometimes. Also what brings you here? I thought you’d be with the members? Is everything ok-*cuts off*

Author POV:

Yeosang cuts you off with his lips. His soft pillowy lips moving against yours in melody. It’s like your lips were made for each other. Your taken a back and soon find yourself wrapping your hands around your boyfriend’s neck. He hums softly and gently sucks your lower lip. A few minutes later, He pulls away with a loud pop from your lips. You feel dizzy and dazed by the sudden move from your boyfriend. Your arms drop and process what just happened.

Y/n POV:

I’m lost in my thoughts about the move from Yeo, until my dog leans against me. Snapping out of my thoughts, to see my boyfriend blushingly looking down.

Y/n: Yeo what brings you here? *biting your lip nervously*

Yeosang: *shyly looks up* Oh-um-I brought a surprise for us to do together and Charles a Christmas toy to keep him occupied.

Y/n: Aw Yeo you didn’t have to do that!!! Did you hear that Charles? You got a gift from Yeo!!! *baby voice* *squishing his fluffy face and kissing his furry head*

Charles pants happily and licks your chin. I squeal and laugh. I don’t even realise Yeo has two bags in his hands, until hearing a throat clearing sound.

I turn around and Charles whips his way to Yeo. He sits obediently wagging his tail behind.

Yeosang: Ready to see your surprise from your dad Charles? *blushing hearing him say that* Mommy also has a gift from daddy.

Y/n: Alright let’s get my two favorite boys in the warm apartment together. *making an excuse*

Yeosang: *nods* Come one Charlie!!!

I smile seeing Yeosang cutely run while Charles follows excitedly and panting. The two have a special bond and it made my heart beat.

I walk into my apartment living room seeing Yeosang and Charles snuggled up together while Yeo softly talks to my golden baby. Sneakily, I pull out my phone and take a picture. Unfortunately, the sound on the camera was loud and Charles came running to me. Yeosang walking behind.

The two both stare at me questioning with their eyes. 👀 Aish these two.

Y/n: Okay maybe I snuck a pic of you two cuddling, but how can I not capture the moment. *attention shifts to Charles* Charles was your father loving on you. *you bend down and flap his ears and hug him tightly*

Yeosang: Father huh? Mrs. Kang don’t you think our son is so cute? *snickers*

Y/n: Yeo!!! We’re not married . . . *mumbles* yet, but that’s besides the point!!! He’s MY son. By the way, what did you bring for me and MY son?

Yeosang: *pouts* Y/nnie I got OUR son a cute gingerbread squeaker toy that’s plastic. Why? I’m the best dog father and know my son will rip up a stuffy. *clears throat* He is strong like his father. Then, I got my beautiful son’s mom two gingerbread house kits. I thought of, for a couple gingerbread house activity.

Y/n: Awe!!! My Doberman Maltese bought us couple gingerbread house kits. You know our son so well!!! Thank you for always thinking of not just me, but our Charles too.

»»-----------► ୨⎯ "Time Skip" ⎯୧

Author POV:

It was such a cute sight to see your boyfriend concentrated on the gingerbread house. He was determined to get all the candies in the right place for decorating. He was taking good time to focus on little the details. One thing you loved about your boyfriend, is his concentration skills. Yeosang never lacks focusing if its important to him. He will give his undivided attention and time for whatever is important to him. Sure, he can be clumsy and space out. Over all, he still takes the time to learn and observe the little things that nobody tries to learn or know. You were blown away how your boyfriend was going quickly through building and decorating. He memorized the design of the gingerbread house on the box and perfectly ctrl c + ctrl v. Blushing all of a sudden just how hot your boyfriend looks concentrated and serious. How can he be so hot and concentrated at the same time???

Y/n POV:

My boyfriend was doing amazing with his gingerbread house. Um . . . but me on the other hand? Not so much. I have been stuck on the roof of my gingerbread house. Aligning and coordination is not my strong suite sadly. The pieces keep slipping away after carefully placing on the base. I was starting to get stressed, but felt muscular arms around mine, along strong hands over mine.

Yeosang: Don't worry bub. You just need some help on the physics. It will be okay and no need to stress. Now let's see how can . . . *kisses the top of my head*

Author POV:

One thing if you knew Yeosang, would be his cute ranting habit. I loved that about him though. How he's so determine to help others for the simplest things. You loved hearing him talk, because he usually keeps to himself. When you first started to date, you noticed how he would keep his thoughts and feelings to himself. You found it endearing, when he started opening up more. It made you happy that he felt safe to come to you when something was on his mind. Even, if it was about his day, thoughts, ideas, or just a random topic. You kept smiling to yourself. He explained the physics and how he figured out to align the roofing to the gingerbread house base. He next step by step explaining by guiding your hands with his to align the pieces of the roof together. Yeosang was just happy to see his girl have a roof for her gingerbread house. He felt accomplished knowing he could help you as a loving boyfriend.

Y/n POV:

I look up to say thank you to Yeosang, but instead laugh. He had frosting smothering his cheeks. It was so cute to see him working hard, but at the same time messy.

Y/n: Yeo you have frosting on both of your cheeks. *pointing to the spots on his face*

Yeosang: Huh? Where? Your telling me this now?!*turns pink*

It was definitely a cute sight to see him shy and embarrassed. It just makes me love him even more.

Y/n: Don't worry. *grabs a napkin* Now stand still and don't move.

Yeosang: Yes ma'am!!! *salutes*

I roll my eyes and tell him to bend down a little to my reaching. He stares in to my eyes with sparkles in his. Trying not blush, instead turning my attention to the napkin in my hand. I gently wipe the frosting off his cheeks.

Y/n:*put my hands on my hips* There! All better now!!! Now! I have to decorate my house!!!

I then feel strong arms pulling me in an embrace. Yeosang smirks at me. So confused I look at him with concern eyes.

Y/N: I swear I got all the frosting off. *waving the napkin in his face*

Yeosang: Oh I know. Y/N: Oh? So what do you need? I need to finish my gingerbread house and feed Charles his canned dog f-*cuts off*

Lips. I feel lips on mine. The napkin in my hand drops. Suddenly, coming back to reality I flinch, but kiss back. The kiss was sweet and soft. Yeosang pulls back putting our foreheads together. He looks me in the eyes making me blush. My heart beats fast of how handsome he is up close.

Yeosang: Thank you Y/n. Y/n: *eyes widen* *tilts head confusingly* For what? Wiping frosting off your face? Oh no biggie.

Yeosang: For taking care of me and being patient with me. For being the best dog mom and helping me be a better version of myself. Thank you for being my girlfriend.

Y/n: I should be thanking you Kang Yeosang. Thank you for being the best dog father for Charles. Thank you for taking care of us and remembering the little things about us. Thank you for never leaving Charles out and always including him in special things. Thank you for making us feel special.

Yeosang: Thank you for coming to the conclusion that I am Charles's father. Christmas is coming up soon, but I already have my gifts I wanted.

Y/n: Eh? Yeosang: You and Charles Barkley. Our little family.

All of a sudden Charles comes strutting like a show horse and plops himself in the middle of us. Its like he knew what we said.

Y/n: Merry Christmas my golden boy *bends down to kiss his fluffy face* *stands up facing Yeo* Merry Christmas my Gingerbread man/ Charles Father.

Yeosang: Merry Christmas you two. I love you.

END

Hope you enjoyed this fanfic!!! Happy Holidays!!! Shoutout to @starryriize for giving me this idea!!!

#ateez #kang yeosang #holiday fanfic #kpop christmas fanfic #merry xmas #gingerbread #ateez fluff #fluff

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kriffingunlucky · 4 years

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Hello there, could u write an oneshot, in which Sinker,Boost,Wolffe&the female Padawan of Master Plo go to the clone bar,Wolffe just leave the squad for a few minutes to talk to someone or so&after that he's seeing the totally drunk padawan acting silly/sweet to wolffe&he's just like''wtf guys,you made her drunk af,She cant even walk'',throws her over his shoulder&take care of her.Sorry I'm horrible in describing,this idea just comes to my mind and I really really love and enjoy your writings :)

GeNeRaL kEnObI-

Yes, love. Of course I can! :) I hope this is to your liking, I ended.up passing the fluffy route and just turning it into this.

Makes me happy that you love my writing though! Feel free to request any time! I love writing for y’all.

Commander Wolffe hasn’t ever been particularly fond of the 79′s, he was more of a drink while he fills out paperwork kind of guy. But you and the boys had convinced him to go, and while he deeply hated the decision, he was still here.

“At least this once!” You had whined, using your puppy dog eyes against him. He’d just groaned and agreed angrily, ignoring the money Sinker gave Boost in the background.

Rubbing his face in present time, he sighs, tucking his hands into the pockets of his casual pants. Looking around and glaring at everyone, he scoffs. “I’m going to get a drink from the bar before this music gives me a migraine.”

And so the angry man leaves the table containing you, Sinker, Boost, Warthog, Comet and Howl. Strolling towards the bar. Grunting and throwing a couple credits onto the counter, he sighs. “Doesn’t matter. Anything that’ll get me through the night.”

And so the alien bartender wordlessly makes him a drink, stirring it and sliding across the counter, he scoops up the money.

Wolffe lifts the glass and sips it, favoring the taste, he wonders how the man guessed his favorite drink so easily. Trudging back to the table, he stops and stares.

There you were, dancing and stumbling like a madwoman. Giggling and flirting with Warthog. It made him furious. How could they do this to you? Of all people they chose you! You!

But before he could say anything about it, you called out for him. Turning his head and watching you begin to stumble over, he snorts. But that was prior to him watching your legs give out midway.

In a flash, his arm was around your torso, hand holding your head up. You two were so close your noses were touching, he could smell the alcohol in your breath and it made him turn away. It was certainly strong. Explains why you were acting that much extra goofy.

“We’re leaving.“ He basically growls, sitting you up.

“What? Nooo, I don’t wanna go yet, Woofie.” You slur, giggling and attempting to twirl around.

Wolffe squats and scoops you up, standing with so much force you squeal, hoisted over his broad shoulder, stomach squished against it, as he sips his drink and begins walking out.

“Oooh, bold are we, handsome. Where are you taking me? Back to your quarters? Hm?” You bat your eyelashes.

Getting merely a grunt and roll of his eyes for a response, you frown.

“No, I’m taking you back to the base because I know for one, Plo would kill you if he found out his padawan learner, went to the clone bar. For two, for your sliver of pride.” He shakes his head, earning weird looks from passersby when they see the huge man with a small female thrown across his shoulder.

“Meanie.” You whine and beat on his back, but to no avail, did he put you down.

“I’m helping, jackass.” He groans as he finally makes it to the Corasaunt base, walking into the halls. See, what his clone brothers knew was that when it came to his and (Y/n)’s relationship, they didn’t ask questions.

They attempted not to look at your ass that was high in the air, but it was especially hard because you were winking at them and running your hand over it teasingly.

Wolffe caught sight of a shiny blushing and looking away, so he lets out his thousandth groan, knowing what you were doing. “Stop that.”

“Well if you won’t do it to me, then I have to do it myself.” You almost yawn casually.

Wolffe smirks as he is punching in the code for his room, walking in and throwing you on the bed, he climbs atop you. Kissing your neck whilst you hum, not caring to close the door behind himself.

“Oh, I see I was wrong.” You giggle before he captures your lips in a heated kiss.

#Commander Wolffe #Wolffe #reader #Commander Wolffe x reader #Wolffe x reader #drunk! reader #Wolfpack

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popcornaddict500 · 4 years

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M6 x mc headcanons but, EVERYONE is a demon

(i thought of this. What if everyone had become a demon after the devil’s plans, and were living normal lives? See it as a wholesome twist on the reversed endings! The world is ovbiously not as fucked up, it’s just that all people are demons or monsters or creatures, or even hybrids. It’s fun, you’ll see. I’ll be putting my own designs as the m6′s demon forms, they’re gonna be different than in the reversed endings (in Julian’s and Nadia’s case). You can look however you want to, just imagine a demon form you like. I’ll keep that neutral.)

Asra

-He’s become a fox person, sporting a large, white, bushy tail and fox ears on his head. He has soft, white fur covering his neck and his lower arms and legs. His feet and hands are fox-like and he’s got claws. His eyes lack a white sclera, instead they’re entirely purple (like cat or dog eyes). Also, he’s got fangs. He’s become taller and bigger in stature, but to be fair, everyone has.

-Still travels with you a lot, meeting other people from far away, and seeing new demon species and creatures.

-Once, the two of you helped a person with the lower body of a spider to escape a pool of quicksand

-They thanked the two of you by giving you a shimmering gem

-Asra still loves to cuddle you, and you love it too. He’s so soft and fluffy.

-A lot of naps

-He tends to fall asleep anywhere

-Faust has become a smol dragon

-Asra loves it when you pet his ears and brush the fur on his tail

-He just melts

-Despite everything, despite everyone becoming a monster or demon they are still living normal lives, and he’s content with it. As long as he’s with you.

-His tongue also got a lot longer 😏

-If he gets excited or he has to laugh, he makes yowling noises and it’s so cute

-Still loves water, find him swimming in a lake with a waterfall in the forest. He’ll ask you to join him, definitely 😏

Julian

-He’s become a dragon-man sort of creature. He’s got large, black, leathery wings on his back, and a long tail. His arms and legs are a scaly black, with clawed feet. He’s got black, pointed ears and some small, smooth scales on his throat. He can breathe fire but doesn’t really do it often. His teeth got sharper too, though he’d never use them on you. (he still has his hair, not like his reversed ending)

-He’s known as the ‘dragon doctor’ and has a clinic next to your shop.

-He’s still as goofy and likes trouble as much as he used to, and with his new form he can find it much easier.

-Takes flights with you on his back quite often, travelling through the forest or just in the sky.

-He loves visiting other towns to find ‘the rowdiest places’

-These visits end with him being injured 95% of the time

-But it’s hella fun anyway. He’s a demon so he heals a lot quicker.

-He can be self concious at times, imagine being on a date with him like

-’’Don’t you think we stand out too much?’’

-’’Julian. Look around the restaurant. That lady has 18 arms, that man has eyes all over his body and that person has a squid for a head and tentacles for arms. I really don’t think we’re the strangest people here.’’

-Despite having clawed hands, he’s remarkably gentle with you. But, when needed, he can scare someone shitless.

-Not only his body is monster sized now if you know what i mean 😏 he has a knot-

-His sense of smell is a lot stronger, he loves your scent and will often spend a lot of time kissing and cuddling you with you enveloped in his wings.

Nadia

-She’s become a beautiful creature, (she already was tho) with massive, butterfly wings resting down her back. The wings are a mixture of a shiny black and a deep purple, as well as magenta. She has two long antennea on her head and a long, thin tongue. She has 4 arms, with a bug-like structure to it. (kinda like doll arms, with segments yknow) She’s incredibly lightweight and very fast.

-Sometimes goes on flights with you, Chandra joins her. Chandra’s become a griffon, though a small one.

-She can get to one side of the city to the other in less than 2 minutes

-Her different tongue is a guilty pleasure of hers, she loves kissing you like this

-She’s gained a weird love for flowers and often spends a lot of time in the garden

-Though she had to get used to her new arms, she’s discovered how useful 4 arms can be.

-She can walk on the walls and the ceiling for some reason

-Her servants are all demons and creatures too btw

-If you give her a bouquet of flowers she’ll love you so much

-Her wings are rather sensitive and it’s considered EXTREMELY rude for people to touch them without permission

-But of course she’s totally fine with it if you’re doing it 😏

-Gives great hugs

-You can pick her up with one hand, she’s just so lightweight look out for stormy weather though

Muriel

-He’s become a werewolf-like creature, though he doesn’t really change much on a full moon. He has two wolf ears on his head. He’s got fur covering his neck and upper collarbone, as well as his lower arms and legs. He’s got a bushy tail and fangs, he can see in the dark. Like Asra, his eyes lack a sclera and are cat or dog like.

-He is quieter, because his voice has roughened somewhat.

-He enjoys being in your presence, though. You put him at ease.

-He’s always worried that you dislike him because of what he’s become, but you convince him that you still love him. After all, we’re all monsters.

-He’s even bigger than he used to be and can just carry you with no effort in the slightest

-Inanna is a GIGANTIC doggo

-Can be used as a horse (Inanna, not Muriel xd)

-Somehow, when you pet his hair, he just purrs.

-Gets super embarassed about it despite liking your touch

-Takes you with him when he goes exploring

-GIANT TEDDYBEAR

Portia

-She’s become a saber-tooth tiger creature. Her fangs are rather small (in saber standards) but visible, she’s got two fluffy ears on her head and a loooong fluffy tiger tail. Retractable claws on her hands and her feet. Feet look like cat paws but bigger.

-She loves cuddling, being a cat

-Honestly cuddling with her is heaven bc she SOFT

-She tends to get frisky after cuddling for a long while, sneaking her tail under your clothing 😏

-Pepi has become a winged cat with a detachable head

-Sleeps a LOT

-Can jump really damn high

-She can climb up walls like a pro

-If you kiss her she’ll want more, nuzzling into you and purring to get your attention

-’’Rawr!’’ ‘’Portia! You scared me!’’

-Dates are always so fun, she can always make you laugh even if it’s just from her tickling you with her tail

-Has a habit of falling asleep on top of you

Lucio

-He’s become a satyr. He has horns as well as a goat tail and hooves. His ears are goat ears. Also his hair is long. His legs are covered with blonde fur.

-He likes vegetables a lot more than he did before

-If you pull on his tail he’ll shriek in surprise

-Bleats when angry

-He is horny af 24/7 (it’s in a satyr’s nature)

-He’s curious to see what grass tastes like

-Please stop him from doing this

-Will sometimes carry you on his back and just take you on a journey

-He won’t mind if you ride him differently either 😏

-Loves to kiss and snuggle

(if y’all want more of a specific character, by all means, ask away.)

#the arcana #The Arcana Game #the arcana hcs #the arcana reversed #demon asra #demon julian #demon nadia #demon muriel #demon portia #demon lucio #the arcana x mc

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fromsolowithlove · 4 years

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Rey is tired AF.

So is my brain from all the tangents it keeps running off on.

AKA whoops I wrote a fluffy one shot instead of updating my WIP.

In Need of Convincing ~3000 words. Rating: Teen & up? I mean...it’s fluff.

Rey loves her job as a kindergarten teacher but also loves being able to be an adult. Her nights and weekends are hers and Ben's, and she wants to keep it that way. After visiting her classroom, Ben has to disagree. He's got a case of baby fever and will do anything it takes to convince Rey to change her mind.

Read on AO3 or just expand here 👇🏽

Monday

Rey stumbled into her classroom and threw her bags onto the floor. She picked up a stray crayon that she had nearly tripped over. Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

Grrr. Who’s bothering me right now? She looked down to see a new text message.

Sweetheart...did you need this bag full of beads, clay, and kindling that says “IMPORTANT! DO NOT FORGET”?

“SHIT,” she exclaimed. She knew she had forgotten something.

Sorry. Yes… she responds.

Rey sighed with relief when she read her husband’s response.

When do you need it by? I have a meeting this morning but can be there right after lunch. Is that alright?

Thank you so much! LOVE YOU. DON’T FORGET IT.

The morning went by in a blur as it always did. Rey never got used to the feeling of being hit by the natural disaster that was five-year-olds. Now that they were back in from lunch, she could start her internal countdown for the day. She slumped herself into the corner of the room. It was the safest place to watch as the students argued over whose blue crayon was bluer.

Suddenly, the door squeaked open. A tall man with hair like onyx walked in. In comparison with the kiddy-sized tables and chairs, he looked even more out of place than usual.

“Mrs. Solo? Who’s that?” a student shouted.

“My helper!” she said as her face lit up.

Ben stood there awkwardly as a crowd began to form around him.

"He’s really tall,” said a small girl with black pigtails. She turned to Ben. “Are you a tree? Or like...a basketball player?”

“Definitely not,” Ben snorted.

“What do we call you Mr. tall guy?”

“Uhh...Mr. Ben will be fine,” Rey answered.

“Mr. Ben! MR. BEN! MR. BEN!” The students started chanting his name and Ben blushed. He hadn’t even done anything. He could get used to this.

“Mr. Ben. Why are you here?” asked Grayson.

“Uhh...to make a special delivery to Mrs. Solo.”

“Oooooh. What kind of stuff did you bring her?”

“Is it a puppy?!” another student added.

“It’s a puppy!” someone else copied.

“No! It’s the guinea pig we asked for!” cried the one with pigtails.

“Noooooo,” Rey dragged out. “You’ll see in just a bit. But we ARE very happy that Mr. Ben was able to stop by, aren’t we class?”

“Yeah!”

“Can you stay with us?” Dax asked.

“Umm. I don’t think so. Mr. Ben actually has another job, which is VERY important. So he can’t -”

Ben cut her off. “Yeah, I can stay,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure Mr. Ben? We’ve still got TWO hours of school left,” she warned.

“I’m sure. That is if you don’t mind the help, Mrs. Solo?”

“Oh. Trust me. We never turn down help in kindergarten.”

The next two hours went by, and Ben had been relegated to helping distribute the beads and clay. By the end of the day, his fingers were tacky and half his head was braided, thanks to all the girls. Rey quickly snapped a photo to ensure she’d never forget how ridiculous he looked.

Ben began cleaning the floor of stray materials. He watched his wife lovingly as she dismissed the students to their families.

“Well. That was certainly quite the day,” she said.

“It was. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t know. The same way you do your job. It’s teaching. I mean, it wipes me out and they’re absolutely crazy, but it’s what I love to do.”

Ben smiled and walked over to kiss her forehead. “Let me cook dinner for you tonight. You deserve it.”

They enjoyed a night together over their favorite combo of dill carrots & salmon. Most nights, Rey was home earlier and prepared their dinners by default. Ben, however, was definitely the better cook between the two. They sat on the couch as Rey kept scrolling through the TV menu for something to watch.

“Please don’t hate me, but can we watch The Real Housewives of Galactic City? I can’t do anything cerebral right now. I need something mindless, something terribly overacted.”

“Anything you want,” Ben said.

They sat on the couch, with Rey amused by the mess of a show she had chosen, and Ben amused by his happy-go-lucky wife. Rey reached for her wine glass and frowned when she was met by emptiness.

She moved to get up, but Ben took it from her hands. He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. Upon returning, he dropped the biggest bomb in the most nonchalant manner. “ I think we should start trying for kids.”

“WHAT?” Rey whipped her head toward her husband, shock frozen on her face. “What made you think about THAT?”

“Being in your classroom today. I think it’s time.” he shrugged.

“Are you kidding?! Were we even in the same classroom?! They’re monsters, Ben!”

“You once called me that, too” he smirked.

“It’s different! I don’t have to remind you not to put everything in your mouth!”

“No, you don’t. I think you quite like it when I put everything in my mouth.”

“Ben. This isn’t funny. I’m serious! I spend time with kids all day. I don’t think I could spend all night with a kid, too.”

“It would be different.”

“How, Ben?”

“It would be ours.”

“It would be a living, breathing child. Not an ‘it’. SEE! We’re definitely not ready.”

“Will you at least think about it?”

“Sure”, she resigned. “But, I”m not budging.”

Tuesday

The next day, Rey woke up and stumbled over to the kitchen island. Ben was there poring over his emails. He had already gone on his run, showered, and eaten. She hated him.

He pushed a coffee and note in her direction without lifting his eyes from his laptop. She eyed it suspiciously.

Reason #1 why Rey & Ben should have a baby:

Because they love each other.

“Wow, Ben. As sweet as this is - I haven't even had my coffee yet. Slow it down, big guy. Also, this is doing absolutely nothing to convince me. I know that you’ll love me no matter what.”

“That’s true.”

“Even if we don’t have a child.”

“Also true.”

“Case closed.”

Wednesday

The following morning, Ben left for his office early. Rey walked into the empty kitchen and yawned. A coffee tumbler with a bright orange sticky-note caught her eye.

Reason #2 why Rey & Ben should have a baby:

You have really good genes. And the world deserves to have them preserved.

She pulled out her phone to text her husband. Flattery will get you nowhere, Ben.

Reason #3 came later that night in the form of an email.

Hello sweetheart,

I’m stuck waiting for this conference call to end, but just thought you should know:

Reason #3 why Rey & Ben should have a baby:

Because you wouldn’t let us get a puppy.

Rey pulled up their chat and considered whether he would get in trouble for being on his laptop while on a call. She figured he had emailed her first and took the risk.

R: We do have a puppy, his name is Chewie.

B: He’s a dog. Not a puppy.

R: And why would you want two of them?

B: I don’t. I want Chewie and a baby.

R: Your logic is lacking. Should I keep a plate warm for you?

B: Yes, please.

R: See you when you get home.

Friday Morning

Thursday had gone by without Ben trying to convince Rey of their need to start a family. This was why Rey was shocked when he dropped an employee handbook on the bed before heading into the shower. It was flipped open to a highlighted section, clearly meant for her attention. In the margins, he had scrawled a note. Reason #4 why Rey & Ben should have a baby: Ben would have to take paternity leave, which would mean more time at home together. Which Rey always complains about.

She opened their bathroom door and peeked her head in. “Alright, Solo. You’re getting warmer. But I’m still a LONG way from saying yes.”

Friday Night

That night, Rey put down her book and turned out her bedside light. She felt Ben snake his arms around her middle. He rubbed small circles against her stomach with his thumbs as she let out a soft moan. He leaned over and whispered into her ear.

“Reason #5 why Rey and Ben should have a baby. The process of trying would be really fun.”

She turned to face him, barely able to make out his features in the dark. She slid her hands past his neck and into his dark locks. She pulled on his hair lightly, happy when he groaned in response. “What a cheap shot, Ben. You know my physical attraction to you is my weakness. But I do like where this is going. May I get a preview?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Sunday Night

Much of Saturday had gone by as an extended preview of just how fun trying to make a baby could be. Ironically, that had left little time for Ben to convince Rey with more ideas. But after getting off the phone with Leia following their weekly call, he had a great idea.

“Rey. Mom says hi. Also, I have one more reason to add to our list of why you should have a baby with me.”

“Do your worst.”

“My parents aren’t getting any younger. Don’t you want them to meet their grandchildren?”

Rey punched him in his bicep. “OW!” he cried.

“You really think guilt is really the best way to convince me?”

“Well, the other ways weren’t working. And nothing I said was a lie…”

“No. But now I’m just sad, Ben! And sad isn’t the proper emotional state for conceiving a child. TRY HARDER.”

Monday

Rey sat in her classroom during lunch gnawing on a baby carrot. She had left her lunch at home and was forced to eat the cafeteria meal offered to the students. Still, food was food. Choosing to avoid the laughs, she brought the meal back to her classroom instead of eating in the lounge.

Her phone buzzed. A photo loaded and she nearly dropped her phone from laughing so obnoxiously.

There was her husband with a goofy smile across his face. She loved Ben's smile - she really did. But seeing it here when he tried so hard to hide it from others made the photo seem doctored. His expression simply didn’t match his crisp business wear or stark office. Also, a selfie was so not his style. Did he even know the term “selfie”? She read the text below the suspect photo.

Reason #7 why Rey & Ben should have a baby:

Because it would make Ben very very happy.

She shoved another baby carrot in her mouth and began to type a response furiously.

I told you to try harder, but instead, you’ve gone back to square one. The photo is lovely, but come on. Put that sharp Chief of Operations Officer mind to use. Make me a proposal I can’t refuse.

Tuesday

Rey sprayed whipped cream into a mug for her nightly dessert. She raised a spoonful into her mouth as she watched Ben empty his pockets onto his nightstand. He pulled out a note and studied it until recognition washed over his face.

The note was soon placed in front of Rey. Mouth still full of whipped cream, she opened it up. This wasn’t Ben’s handwriting, but it reeked of his intentions.

Reason #8 why Rey & Ben should have a baby:

Ben is dying.

“WHAT IS THIS? BEN. YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS.”

“If I were...would you want to have a baby with me?”

“BEN.” She growled at him. If she weren’t so angry, he might’ve dared to laugh.

“Ok, fine. You’re right. I’m not dying. I mean...in a way, we all are...but, not in the foreseeable future. But Poe and Hux said it was a good idea!”

“AHA! THAT explains the handwriting. I’M GONNA KILL THEM BOTH! And then, I’m gonna come back and kill YOU.”

He raised his hands in surrender and approached her like he would a rabid animal.

“Truce?” he offered.

“Pfft. You better sleep with one eye open, you snake.”

She turned on her heel and placed her mug in the dishwasher before heading into their bedroom. When he didn’t follow her, she sent him a stare over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to take the couch?”

She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t give you permission to do that. I’m angry and I don’t like you right now, but I still love you. Now, come cuddle with me before I change my mind."

Wednesday

By the time Rey returned home from school, Ben was already on the couch curled up with a book.

“You’re home early…” she started.

“I had an afternoon meeting close to home so I just didn’t go back to the office," he offered with a shrug.

“Oh. That’s nice.”

“It was.”

Suspicious as it was, she had no energy left to try and further interrogate him. She walked over to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea and noticed a gift box on the table.

“Is this for me?” she hesitated. It wasn’t her birthday, Valentine’s, or their anniversary. She began to panic that she had forgotten to get him something.

“Yes and no.”

“Should I open it?”

“Your choice.”

“Obviously I’m going to, then.” After a childhood like hers, Rey had a primal reaction when it came to opening gifts. Truth be told, there could be nothing inside of the gift and she would still enjoy the act of opening it up.

This box wasn't empty, though. She softly touched the leather of a baby-sized pilot jacket.

“Oh,” she let out. Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

“See. Not a gift for you, per se. But I do remember how much you wanted to be a pilot as a child. I was walking back to my car when I saw it and just couldn’t seem to walk away. I’m not saying we need it now. I learned my lesson last night. But maybe we can just stuff it in the back of the closet for someday?”

Rey’s eyes welled up and she bit down on her lip to avoid saying something she’d regret.

Thursday

The next day, Rey sat at home groaning at her laptop.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I'm fine. It’s just that Maverick's dad emailed to pull out of chaperoning. Mav has a ‘doctor’s appointment’,” she emphasized with air quotes. “So, now I’ve got no male chaperones for our field trip tomorrow. It’s doable with the moms and grandmas coming. But now I’m down one adult and there’s no one to supervise the boys on bathroom trips.”

“I can go.”

“No. You have work.”

“I’ll call out sick.”

“Don’t do that. I’ll be fine.”

“I never take sick days, Rey. I can afford to miss tomorrow.”

“Why would you even want to come?”

“Can’t a man just want to spend time with his wife?”

“Sure, Ben. But I'm warning you, field-trip-Mrs.-Solo is NOT a pretty sight,” she grumbled.

Friday Afternoon

After counting off the students for the fifth time, Rey was certain they hadn't left anyone behind. She led the students and chaperones out from the aquarium and towards the park for lunch. The field trip went surprisingly well, so she made a deal with the class. They could play on the playground afterward if they ate their lunch quietly and kept the area clean.

“Five more minutes til we start packing up!” she called out. When no one responded, she repeated herself in a shout. “FIVE MORE MINUTES UNTIL WE PACK UP! ANYONE WHO DOESN’T STOP PLAYING IN FIVE MINUTES WILL HAVE TO MISS THE NEXT FIELD TRIP!”

“OKAY MRS. SOLO!” the kids cried in unison.

Pleased with herself, Rey turned to watch Ben play with the kids on the playground. It was quite a sight. She hadn’t known Ben in his youth, but she knew he had spent a lot of it alone. And of course, the Kylo Ren she first met would’ve never been caught traipsing through a park. Cries of laughter fill the air as he spun a group of students on the merry-go-round disk. He was stronger than they were, which sent them round at a speed that was probably unsafe. The students giggled and held on for dear life.

Rey noticed that Dax hadn't gotten off for the past several turns. She warned Ben to let him have a break. “Mr. Ben. You need to let Dax off. You’re gonna make him sick!”

He looked back at her and shook his head. “Nah. He’s strong! Aren’t you, buddy?”

“Yeah! Mr. Ben, you’re the best!” The boy began jumping up and down in excitement when his face suddenly paled.

Dax lurched forward and covered Ben with the remains of his lunch.

The playground went silent in horror. Rey ran over, ready to do damage control when she considered her husband’s former reputation as a hothead. To her surprise, Ben laughed. “Aren’t we a pair of messes?” she heard him say. Hand in hand, Ben took Dax to wash off at the water fountain. Rey stood there frozen.

Once they got back to school, Rey handed her favorite chaperone a small hoodie. He looked down and saw, “Coruscant Cougars”.

“Sorry, it’s all I’ve got. Might be a tight squeeze, but it has to be better than smelling like vomit?”

He had to agree and said goodbye to the class as he left for the bathroom to change.

Rey sighed as she waved goodbye to the last student. She let out a small shriek when she saw Ben on the floor, slightly hidden beneath a desk in her tiny hoodie.

“What are you doing? And how did you get in here?”

“I walked? You were talking with the after-school program teacher. Must have missed me.” He was distracted and she noticed he had something in his hand.

“Again. What are you doing down there?”

“I noticed that the kids kept knocking their knees on the desks so I’m going to raise these up real quick.”

Her heart began to race and she felt her cheeks twitch as a small smile threatened to sneak out.

“I’m ready, Ben.”

“Yeah, okay. We can go home as soon as I tighten this last screw. I can’t have any of them getting crushed by my bad handiwork.”

“No, Ben." Rey walked over and lowered herself to meet him on the floor. She leaned in to kiss him softly. "I’m. Ready. Let's have a baby.”

#reylo #reylo fluff #reylo fic #modern au reylo #rey gets that fertility necklace in tros and smiles and i go tip tap type #ben wants to be a dad #but rey just wants to keep him as zaddy #bahaha im so sorry yall

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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For Your Troubles

anonymous said: Can I please request some fluff where Roger comes home drunk and reader gives him a bath (or the other way round) and it’s all just very fluffy and cute❤️

(a/n: here’s a cute lil fluffy rog imagine for yall!!! i’ll probably close my requests again in a couple days, the response to it being opened was overwhelming skskksk. i also just started my job again so i’ll be tired af most times so the turnover on these might be a tad slower for these next two weeks - just gotta get this semester over with and then i should have a bit more time to work on these. but yall seriously have the cutest ideas what the fuck i could never come up with these cute lil requests)

“Roger fucking Taylor... I cannot believe you!”

“That,” Roger slurred, pressing a finger to the tip of your nose and smiling drunkenly as he stepped inside, tracking all of the mud that was covering his left side in with him, “Is not my middle name, lovie.”

“Are you serious?” you whined as you saw the tracks he was leaving on the hardwood, knowing you’d have to clean them before the moisture warped the wood.

“My middle name is not a curse word,” he reiterated, pulling his shoes off and leaning against the wall with his clean side so he wouldn’t stumble and fall. Though he swayed, he stayed mostly upright as he removed his Converse, throwing them to the side and starting to tromp towards the kitchen. “M’hungry.”

As he disappeared in a drunken stupor around the corner, you stared hopelessly at the mess he had left in his wake, cursing Brian for his ability to get Roger so out of his mind that he came home muddy without an explanation. Grumbling, you went and grabbed a wet washcloth from the bathroom, wringing it out before returning to the entryway. With a sigh, you got down on your hands and knees, then started scrubbing. You truly wondered why you put up with his antics, but then a few seconds later, he gave you a painfully adorable reminder.

Shuffling back out around the corner in his socked feet, he gave you a childish grin that could only be described as captivating. His eyes twinkled with a mischievousness that came out in full force whenever he was drunk, and the mud that coated half of him was so caked on there that an exasperated laugh bubbled up to your lips.

Sitting back on your heels, you pressed a hand to your forehead as you shook your head slowly at the state of him. Despite being the messiest you’d ever seen him, he was still as gorgeous as ever. That smile, that devilish gaze, and that confident stance even when he was piss drunk? Should have been against the law, truly.

“My little maid,” he mused, laughing to himself as if that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Taking a bite out of his sandwich he’d made, he stood there with his free hand in his pocket and wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke through the food in his mouth. “My sexy little maid.”

“Get out of here, you pervert!” you laughed, throwing the washcloth at him weakly, and he dodged it with a laugh before he took another bite of his sandwich.

“So mean to meee. Do we have any gin?” he asked, turning on his heels before tromping back into the kitchen, finishing off his sandwich. Scrambling to your feet, you intercepted him before he got to the liquor cupboard and pressed a hand against the door, barring him from opening it.

“You’ve had enough, Rog,” you warned gently, giving him a knowing smile, and he frowned for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist, ignoring your protests as the mud smeared all over your shirt and pajama shorts. “Let me go, you nasty little mud ball!”

“That’s Mr. Nasty Mud Ball to you,” he countered, grinning dopily before he pressed a series of short, playful kisses to your lips. “And I can’t keep my hands to myself, y’know that.”

You did know that. You knew that all too well, and the glint in his eyes showed that he was just as aware of his touchy-feely nature with you as you were. In fact, Roger was touchy-feely with about anyone – John, Peter, Freddie, Brian if they weren’t fighting – the list could go on and on, especially if he was this drunk.

Scowling gently, you wrapped your arms around his neck and wrinkled your nose slightly at the feeling of the mud transferring to your arm. “Please just tell me how you ended up this disgusting right now.”

“I suppose,” he sighed overdramatically, reaching up to brush your hair behind your ear with his dirty hand purposefully. When you shot him a nasty look, he only grinned and shrugged. “When the sun heats the ocean, the ocean water turns into water vapors that rise into the air, and-“

“I understand the water cycle, smartass – stick to the important parts of your story.”

“Oh! You just wanted the one part, my bad,” he replied sweetly, making you roll your eyes as you tried not to laugh at his antics. “Brian paid me 5 pounds to jump into a mud pit by the river. Come to think of it, where did that wanker put that 5 pounds?” Reaching into his back pocket, he searched around for a moment before he retrieved a horribly dirty 5 pound note, holding it out to you. “There you go, sweetheart. For your troubles,” he added, nodding to the entryway.

Rolling your eyes again, you took the 5 pound note and tossed it on the counter, giggling to yourself as you retreated from his grasp and started heading for the bath. “I’m going to wash off. If you want to join me, feel free.”

“An excuse to see you naked? All in!” he joked loudly, making a mock sad face when you shushed him over your shoulder. Even if your walls were a bit more soundproof than the last flat you’d shared, you still didn’t feel like the neighbors would enjoy hearing about you naked at 2 am. “What? Is it a crime to see my girlfriend buck-naked?”

“It should be a crime to use the term buck-naked,” you groaned, grabbing two towels out of the linen closet before you made your way into the bathroom, Roger close behind and attempting to multitask as he started stripping out of his shirt. That led him to running straight into the doorframe, which made you bust out laughing as you turned the shower on.

“Not funny,” he grumbled, rubbing his shoulder as he tugged his shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it into the hamper. You just giggled some more and stripped out of your clothes, Roger ridding himself of the rest of his. When you nodded towards the shower, he whined before stepping in and letting you rinse the mud off of him with the shower head. “Babe, I feel like a 5 year old with you washing my hair like this.”

“Remind me who literally jumped into a mud puddle because he got a few pounds to do so?” you teased, Roger whining some more but leaning into your touch as you scrubbed at his hair, shaking your head and grinning. “We can take a bath after this.”

“Oh my God, a bath sounds so good right now,” he groaned, closing his eyes as the water ran over his face. “Can we take a bubble bath? I’d like a bubble bath.”

“We can take a bubble bath,” you confirmed, Roger cheering for a moment but quickly stopping when he felt his foot slip a little bit. But of course, he overacted it and flailed his arms, wrapping them around your waist and pressing against you. Pretending to be scared, he started taking deep breaths, but failed miserably at hiding a stupid, drunken grin that made you want to kiss him a million times over. “You trying out acting now too?”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied, pecking your forehead before letting go of you to let you finish rinsing him off.

“Don’t quit your day job,” you joked, making him grumble in response as you rinsed the last of the mud out of his hair before turning the shower head on yourself and handing it to him. In retaliation, he sprayed the water directly in your face for just a second, making you gasp and blindly smack his hand away as you tried to wipe the water out of your eyes. “I should have expected that,” you sputtered as Roger laughed gleefully at himself, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

“I love you,” he reminded you as he began to rinse out the little bit of mud that had gotten in your hair. As he focused, he pulled his tongue in between his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows just a bit, a little tic he’d picked up over the years that you thoroughly enjoyed. It made him look not quite so serious when he tried to do something – as much as you loved seeing him look all serious and smart, goofy Roger was by far the most entertaining of his personalities, and goofy Roger was in full effect tonight.

“Love you too, Roggie.” He grinned at the use of Roggie, then handed the showerhead back to you to signal he was done. Putting the showerhead back up, you switched the water over to the faucet, grabbing the bubble bath from the cupboard next to the shower before sinking to sit with Roger, who was stopping the drain. “Your bubble bath, sir.”

He eagerly received the bottle from you, popping the cap open and grinning like a madman as he proceeded to pour almost half of the entire bottle out under the running water. You had to stop him, grabbing the bottle back from him and laughing as he tried to defend himself. “I said I wanted a bubble bath!” he cried out, making you alternate between laughing and shushing him as you put the bottle back outside the bath before leaning against the other side of the tub, resting your arms on the edges and looking across at him with a fake playful glare. “You’re so far away,” he whined when he finally switched focus away from the bubbles, giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes he could manage as bubbles quickly began to fill the tub.

“Then come ‘ere,” you replied, patting the slowly rising water between your legs, and he obliged, sliding over so he was resting between your legs and laying back against your chest. Both of you just sat in silence for a while, letting the water rise until it was foaming at your chests – then, you stopped the water before wrapping your arms around Roger’s neck from behind, just resting there lazily with him.

“God, I’m tired,” he murmured, resting his head back on your shoulder as he closed his eyes, relaxing more. “You’re such a good pillow.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, blondie, I can’t carry you back to the bed,” you laughed softly, kissing his temple as he groaned softly, not wanting to move because of how warm it was. And you knew the feeling – the warmth of the water enveloping the two of you was lulling you off into drowsiness, the bubbles only adding to the sensation as you watched them rise and fall against Roger’s chest with every movement of yours, the action causing a few bubbles to gather on his skin and making him glisten.

“Can you wash my hair again? It felt nice,” he mumbled, pressing a quick, lazy kiss to your jawline as he waited for your confirmation. When you affirmed the question, he slowly sat up a bit and hummed in appreciation as you grabbed his shampoo from the edge of the tub, putting some in your hands before methodically lathering it into his golden tresses.

“You like that, sleepyhead?” you asked, smiling when he nodded and sunk down into the water to rinse his head off. Popping back up after a few moments, you’d already retrieved his conditioner and you squirted an appropriate amount into your hand before starting to massage that into his hair, gaining another appreciative grunt from him. He leaned into your touch as you ran your fingers through his hair, gently pulling through knots and making sure you’d distributed the product to his liking. You knew he was partial about his hair, so you took extra care to make sure it was in there right before you patted his shoulder, letting him sink down to rinse it out again while you shampooed and rinsed your own hair.

“You’re a saint,” he said after resurfacing, turning around so he was cross-legged and facing you. When he saw that you were conditioning your hair already, he pouted a bit and reached out to help you, pushing your hands out of the way. “I could have returned the favor.”

“S’okay, Rog, I don’t love you any less for it,” you giggled softly, watching him smile sleepily a bit as he helped work the last of the product into your hair before you dipped it below the water again, rinsing it off and wringing it out when you returned to a sitting position.

Roger was still watching you when you opened your eyes, albeit sleepily, and the dreamy glazed look in his baby blues made you blush lightly as you grabbed a small handful of bubbles, pressing it to his nose. He chuckled, doing the same for you, then leaned in for a quick, messy kiss before he was resting between your legs again, just leaning forward against you this time and resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re not mad at me for making the floor dirty, are you?” he mumbled into your neck as you pulled the drain stopper string up with your feet, letting the water start to drain.

“I mean, I’ll probably be mad tomorrow, but right now? No,” you murmured, nuzzling his hair and rubbing his back as you closed your eyes, relishing in the last few moments of peace before you had to get him dressed and to bed while ignoring his drunk flirting. You’d been with Roger for several years now and it never failed – every time he came home drunk, he’d always flirt with you like it was the first time he’d ever met you. It was a cute quirk, a bit annoying sometimes when he’d had too much to drink, but you hadn’t gotten tired of it yet.

When the water had finally drained, you stopped rubbing his back and gently squeezed his side to indicate that it was time to get up, which was met with a series of whines and protests from him as he crawled to his feet, climbing out of the tub with you and grabbing a towel to dry himself off. You did the same, moving out of reach of where he could towel snap you as you made your way back to the bedroom.

And of course, he followed, wolf whistling when you opened the closet and pulled out a baggy shirt of his to wear. “Look at you,” he said in a sing-song tone, resting his hands on your hips from behind and trying to make you sway with him as you only rolled your eyes playfully, handing him a pair of boxers and gently nudging him away.

“I’ve got a boyfriend, thank you,” you replied, pulling on the baggy shirt before retrieving a pair of underwear and tugging those on as well. He took the hint, moving over to dry his hair as he only looked at you from afar with a sly smile, watching you braid your hair in the mirror as his unbelievably loud hair dryer probably woke up the whole complex.

“I’ll be your boyfriend, baby,” he said after he’d gotten his hair dried, trying to saunter over to you seductively but only getting an eye roll and a nod towards the bed. “Oh, straight to the bed? You’re naughty.”

“Roger, shut up,” you laughed, climbing under the covers and pulling them back for him as he slunk in next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Both of you smelled heavenly, Roger taking a deep inhale as he smiled pleasantly, burying his face in your neck again and snuggling close. You pulled the covers over the both of you, wrapping an arm around him lazily as you felt sleep quickly overtaking the both of you.

As if on cue, Roger yawned to confirm the heavy weight already pressing on him, but just as you were dozing off, you could hear Roger murmur softly. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, Rog.”

Silence. “Okay, good. G’night.”

“Goodnight, Rog.”

More silence, then another murmur. “Oh, I love you too.”

“That’s wonderful, babe.”

An immediate reaction from him this time. “That didn’t sound very sincere. Say it back.”

“I just said it.”

“Say it!”

“Oh my god, Roger, I love you, go to sleep!”

A final silence. “Love you too.”

“Jesus Christ.”

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Searching for You (Part 1/4)

A/N: This is part of an ES mini-series! Potential title included “Fuck Uqzhall” courtesy of @brightpinkpeppercorn😂😂😂 along with some others of Uqzhall hate.

Warnings: angsty af, fluffy

Word count: 2,541

You can find the series masterlist here!

I woke up late and rolled over, Jake was already up for the day as his side of the bed was cold. When I checked the clock, I saw that it was already ten, I never slept in this late, but I hadn’t been sleeping well recently and Jake knew it so that’s why he let me sleep in. He didn’t press me about it, he knew I’d tell him in my own time, but I could tell he was getting worried. It had been two years since we defeated Rourke, Jake and I built that cabin on the hillside like he talked about on our honeymoon, it was perfect, our life was perfect...until now. I chewed on my lip as I got dressed, I had been agonizing for a week about how I was going to tell Jake, I couldn’t wait forever, I was just nervous! We were going to have a baby, we had talked about kids before, we both wanted them, but I wasn’t ready! I don’t really think Jake is ready either, I know that losing Mike still bothered him, even if it was getting better. He wasn’t in our little living room, and so I wandered out to the small garden we had planted, it wasn’t much, but it was ours and it was perfect. It was our little haven away from the bad memories of the Celestial, and our endearing but overbearing friends. I could see his head before I saw the rest of him, he was kneeling down probably picking something.

“Hey, Jake! Can you come here?” He didn’t move, I got closer thinking maybe he couldn’t hear me.

“Top Gun! We- I need to tell you something!” As I got closer, I saw a flash of blue, and then Jake fell forward. His back was soaked in blood.

“JAKE!” I ran towards him and found a Vaanti knife in his back, I turned him over, but it was too late, he was already dead. I began sobbing, holding Jake tight, this wasn’t the first time this had happened. Time always reset itself, that didn’t make it any easier though. I looked up and saw a familiar face staring at me, Uqzhall. No one had heard from him since the Endless died, we all thought he was gone, happy that we had picked the Endless’ ending, apparently not.

“Uqzhall! Why did you kill him? Why are you back?” He didn’t say anything at first, just held my stare as I sobbed over Jake’s lifeless body. Why hadn’t time reset yet? It was always instantaneous, a headache, and then back in the moment, seconds before.

“You lied to us for generations, you must pay for your actions.”

“Bring him back Uqzhall! I’m not responsible for the Endless and neither is Jake! She’s gone! Leave us alone!” So, he did, he ran, and I sat there holding Jake waiting and waiting. I would have given anything to be back in bed with him last night, last night had been incredible. I had been reading in bed when Jake surprised me, tossing the book out of my hands, climbing over me. I think he knew I had been worried about something and he wanted to try to ease some of that stress, pampering me and focusing all on me. It was sweet and slow, not like when we first got together, but still just as good as the first time if not better. I laid there on my side after, just a sheet covering our waists. He had hiked the sheet up, so he could run his fingertips over my leg slowly, just barely brushing my skin, his eyes hooded as he fought sleep, a lazy content smile on his face. His hair was messy, as it always was after we had sex, but it was my favorite look on him, unadulterated happiness. I focused on that moment as I cradled his cold stiff body, rocking back and forth, unable to stop the tears. He wasn’t going to die like this, I was determined to bring him back to that moment. I must have sat there for hours, the sky had grown dark, the only light the stars above us. The cool breeze coming off the water left a cold sting on my cheeks from where my tears had wet them. Something was wrong, the time loop hadn’t reset itself, I had no idea who to turn to for help. Jake was dead, he was gone, maybe Varyyn would know something. The problem was I had to get to him though, what if while I was in Elyystel Jake came back? He didn’t even know he was going to be a dad! Oh my god, now I had a baby to think about, a baby.

I wasn’t sure what scared me more, the idea that Jake might never come back or the idea that I was going to be a mom. It was times like this that I would give anything to have my own mom and dad, someone to turn to when I had no idea what to do. Jake was my only literal family, Diego and the others were the next best thing, but they were just as young and naive as me, none of them were parents yet. Parents, god I needed to stop calling myself that. I scribbled out a note for Jake that I went to go see Varyyn, hoping that this was all some nightmare and that he’d be back soon, something told me that wasn’t the case though. I packed some food and was on my way out the door when I turned around, I couldn’t leave Jake’s most prized possessions behind. I peeled his tags off of him and grabbed his jacket from our room then started the trek to Elyystel, it was a couple days journey on foot.

It was hot and humid, as it always was on La Huerta, but it seemed more intense on this journey, every morning I was waking up and already felt like death. The food I packed didn’t seem appetizing at all, I wrote it off as being nothing, and then I started puking up everything. Everything. Morning sickness? Already? Maybe it was just nerves? Again, I had a feeling that wasn’t the case though, it seemed too early for that. God, I wished more than anything that I had just sucked it up and told Jake, then maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess. I was pregnant, my husband was dead, and I had no idea how to fix it. I had to cling onto the hope that Varyyn would have answers, maybe he had more of those gemstones like the one that was in his necklace, the one that brought Jake back the very first time he died. I finally reached Elyystel by mid-day and began the trek up towards the throne room.

“Cat-a-liss!” Taari came bounding up to me on T’Kals back. I gave the boy a small smile and rubbed T’Kal’s head.

“Hey! Where’s Seraxa?” She might also have answers for me. Taari shrugged.

“What are you doing here Cat-a-liss? Where’s Jake?” He looked around hopeful and my heart shattered again, Taari loved Jake like a father. Taari and Jake always played together when we visited, begging Seraxa to let him come stay with us for a few days.

“He...um...I… he…” I struggled with how to tell Taari why I was there, tears threatening my eyes again.

“Cat-a-liss?” he looked up at me concerned and slid off T-Kal wrapping his arms around my legs in a tight hug. I lost it. I sat there on the bridge and fell to my knees as Taari held me, not understanding why I was upset, but knowing I needed a hug. It was Taari who made Jake even bring up the idea of kids, I smiled wiping my face and thinking back to that day.

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Jake and I were in Elyystel to visit Varyyn and Diego, we often came into the city for supplies or when we wanted to see our friends. Taari spotted us as we were all leaving, headed to the Celestial.

“Cat-a-liss-es!” Jake stuck his tongue out at him playfully and Taari did it right back. I threw my head back laughing and playfully elbowed Jake for encouraging the bad behavior.

“What was that for Princess?” I rolled my eyes.

“You know exactly what that was for Top Gun.” Taari wrapped his arms around both of us before he took a step back with a big grin on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re going to go see the other catalysts. Are you staying out of trouble?” Taari got a goofy smile on his face and looked around, pretending he didn’t hear the question. That was a no.

“Can I come with?” We all shared a look, we knew Seraxa would kill us if she didn’t know Taari was with us.

“Taari, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Seraxa will want you home, we’re going to be gone a few days.” Diego said making the little boy pout.

“Will, you at least play with me then?” He gave us all his best puppy dog face, looking up at us with big pleading, watery eyes. Jake was the first to cave, the weak link.

“It wouldn’t hurt to play with the kid for a little bit.” He looked at all of us, his eyes landing on me, knowing if he stared long enough that I’d give in.

“Fine, only a little bit.” Jake grinned and Taari yanked his hand, pulling him towards the beach ahead of everyone else. Jake looked back worried about what he had gotten himself into as we laughed, following slowly behind them, catching up on what we had missed since the last time we saw each other. Diego had taken to being Vaanti royalty well, his long hair braided back, a similar crown to Varyyn’s adorning his head. He had ditched that ratty old purple button-up for traditional Vaanti clothes, it suited him well. As we meandered down to the beach, Taari had already roped Jake into chasing him around the sand, wrestling with each other. I loved seeing Jake so carefree and happy, he had struggled since Mike’s death just over a year ago. He was a very different man than when I first met him, I loved watching him grow, his walls finally crumbling, revealing the man he was today, who he had always been underneath. Diego nudged me, breaking me out of my thoughts, giving me a knowing smile.

“So, when is there going to be a baby McKenzie?” I laughed and Varyyn looked at me quizzically.

“What is funny? In the Vaanti culture, once a couple becomes one from their one year and a day together they have children if possible.” I smiled and ran a hand through my hair as Jake looked over at me and winked.

“Jake and I aren’t ready to have kids yet. We’re young, we’ve still got plenty of time. He still misses Mike; a baby would just be too much right now.” Diego raised an eyebrow at me.

“Are you sure that he’s the one who isn’t ready? Or is it maybe you who isn’t ready?” I didn’t know how to answer his question, I thought it was both. I loved Jake with all of my heart, nothing would change that, but we hadn’t talked about kids yet.

“Come on, Princess! I need some help over he-oof!” Jake got tackled to the sand again by Taari who giggled with pure delight as I scooped him off of Jake.

“Hold him down Taylor! The tickle monster is coming for him!” Taari struggled against me as Jake wiggled his fingers, getting closer and closer. I leaned in to whisper in Taari’s ear.

“I’m going to let you go, and then we’ll both get Jake. Okay?” He nodded giggling. Just as Jake got ready to strike, I let Taari go and he tickled one of Jake’s side while I got the other. Jake couldn’t fight off both of us, we overpowered him, and he fell to his knees, all of us laughing so hard we could barely breathe.

“I give up!” He got out between breaths. Taari triumphantly ran off to go after Diego and Varyyn next, Jake grabbed my waist and tackled me to the sand, hovering over me, breathing hard.

“That was a cheap move, Princess.” I grinned and leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“You know I can’t resist the chance to tease you.” Jake chuckled and dipped his head low, his sandy hair hiding our faces.

“I love you, Taylor.”

“I love you too Jake.” He kissed me slowly, and deeply before pulling away and helping me up, aware that we had an audience.

“We should be going,” Varyyn said looking at us. Taari sighed.

“Can we play again soon Jake?” Jake grinned and ruffled Taari’s hair.

“Yeah kid, we’ll play again soon.”

“Go find Seraxa so they can come back Taari!” Diego told him, and the boy ran off to find his adoptive mom. They made the trek to the Celestial together, Jake and I took our time, strolling behind Diego and Varyyn who were caught up in a debate over Star Wars.

“What’s on your mind?” Jake had been quiet since we left the beach, his grip on my hand weak, distracted. He looked down at me and smiled, I recognized it well, it was a smile he reserved for me. The first time I saw him smile like that was when he said he loved me in the tent outside of the MASADA complex.

“You want kids, Princess?”

“Yeah, someday. Why? You’re not trying to say I look fat, are you?” I teased. He chuckled and shook his head.

“I know better than that. I just, I had fun playing with Taari today, I imagined our own little ones running around. They look like you, got both our sass and they love their mom so much.” He kissed the top of my head, but an uneasy feeling grew in my stomach.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” He shrugged.

“Not long.”

“Really? You’ve got an awful lot of details mapped out.”

“Okay. Maybe when I pictured our house on the hill, when I showed you on our honeymoon. The second I pictured a future with you I saw that. I’m terrified that I won’t be a good dad, Princess, but I know with you by my side that we’d figure it out.” He squeezed my hand.

“Maybe we can start working on that little family tonight.” His voice tickled my ear and he kissed my neck making me squirm.

“Oooor maybe we can wait. I’m not ready for kids Jake.” I saw a flash of disappointment cross his face, but he tried to hide it, my stomach dropped knowing that I was the one who disappointed him this time.

“I love you Jake, and I want a family with you. I just need some more time to wrap my head around it.” He nodded and kissed my cheek.

“You got it, Princess.”

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Petsona 5 au

AKIRA Arsene- cat • a sleek black cat with red eyes • found arsene when he was just a kid • in the allyways near his house, he kept seeing a flash of black and a red glint that would be gone in a flash • sometimes he’d follow it halfway across town before going home • one day he saw the same cat getting harassed by some other kids and saved it • he took it home and fed it and it never left • he named it after the famous thief arsene (bc he always steals food from his plate) • extremely clever for a cat • always looks like he knows something you don’t • arsene has immense respect for akira and considers him his partner more than his owner • likes to sneak into places and take things that he likes • he always gets smth for akira

RYUJI Captain kidd- dog • a scarred, grizzly looking pitbull • Was adopted into the family as an older dog by mama sakamoto. Ryuji named him after his favorite storybook character. • would try to protect ryuji and his mom when his father would come home drunk and angry • this led to the captain being beaten too. • extremely protective of ryuji. If ryuji doesn’t like someone, captain probably doesn’t either • goes running with him in the mornings • adores mama sakamoto • feed him and he’s yours • looks big and scary but is extremely sweet and loyal

ANN Carmen- rabbit • a french lop • her parents took her to various stores and high end breeders for a good pet • they looked at dogs, cats and everything inbetween, but none of them interested ann • one day they visited a rabbit breeder • she overheard him talk about how this one had too much attitude and was going to be “discarded” • she took the rabbit immediately and named it carmen • spoiled af but ann calls it refined tastes • doesn’t put up with any shit from pets or otherwise • doesn’t let just anyone hold her • likes to be carried around in ann’s purse (she feels fancy) • doesn’t exactly like captain, but thinks ryuji and ann would be good for each other

YUSUKE Goemon- fox • a silver blue domesticated fox • lived outside of madarame’s house • yusuke got a glimpse of a silver blue tail in the bushes and became obsessed with painting it. • after some time it started approaching yusuke and he painted many pictures of him. It even seemed like he was posing for them • after that, they were inseparable • Acts a little stuck up • don’t call yusuke weird if he can hear you (and he probably can) • prefers cold weather (will die in the heat) • often has to bring food and whine for his boy to eat something • yusuke spends most of his money on food for goemon

MAKOTO Johanna- falcon • after getting incredibly good marks on an exam, sae told her she could have whatever she wanted. • she didn’t expect for her little sister to sheepishly ask for a pet. • she couldn’t exactly go back on her word so they went to the store the next day • sae tried to direct her towards the puppies and kittens, but she was fascinated by the birds • one falcon in particular seemed to stare into her soul • makoto immediately told sae of her choice • she’s a little intimidating, but quiet • mostly perches on makoto’s shoulder (they both look badass) • keeps the others in line • chirps and nuzzles makoto when she’s stressed out • strangely calming presence

FUTABA Necronomicon- snake • a green and black ball python • given to futaba by her mother to keep her company • futaba treasures her more than anything • sojiro was adamantly against keeping it, but couldn’t exactly say no to futaba • they stay out of each others way • calls her “necky” for short • she’s goofy af • futaba keeps her room messy and a fun place for necky to crawl around in • stays around futaba’s neck • can read • has a crush on akira and doesn’t understand why it can’t work out

HARU Milady- guinea pig • her father gave it to her as a bday present • haru took the absolute best care of her • brushed her and fed her organic veggies that she grew • on lonelier nights, she snuggles her up to her chest and lets her gentle snores lull her to sleep • sugimura hated milady calling her a rat • tiny but Mighty • very adventurous and gets into some “unique” situations bc of it • tried to bite sugimura once • sweet tho, loves cuddles • naps in haru’s garden when she’s not helping dig holes

AKECHI Robin hood- dog • a big fluffy golden retriever • lived near the orphanage goro grew up in • after getting harrased by the kids there, goro found it and treated his injuries • he became his self assigned guardian from then on • had to give robin hood to a shelter bc of foster care but found him later and officially adopted him • very kind and Good and loves frisbee • takes care of his boi • is an older dog but very wise ( and just a liiiitle bit of a showoff) • bc of work, goro can’t spend that much time with him, but robin’s always there to comfort him after a hard day • growls when he sees shido’s face on tv • currently plotting w arsene for their owners to get together

Loki- crow • a jet black crow with white stripe patterns near his legs • akechi and robin were out walking when robin found a crow with its leg broken • akechi had done a “job” for shido the other night and felt immensely guilty about just leaving it • he took it home and cared for it • when it was healed he released it out of the window, but it kept coming back days later • named loki because he’s a bit of a troublemaker • is a bitch • prickly and spiteful • he’s free to come and go as he pleases and dissappears for days at a time • he always comes back • cares for his owner, won’t admit it • hates akira

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