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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Omg girl I was at a music festival last night then went clubbing I came back home 4 hours ago and realised "I didn't answer miss Baek" so here I am

I'll keep those songs in mind, I'm not really a fan of Dream, they have cool MVs bright and fun but something is off musically for me. I only really listen to Kick It by 127 and Universe by U - I didn't expect to like that one so much :o

The SVT tickets 😱 are they kidding. I would like to see them if they finally come to Europe... kinda whack the European tour was cancelled and now they're starting with North Am again 🙃 but the prices are a fucking joke, don't they get enough of our money??? Especially big companies, they need to get a grip. The concerts are usually poorly organised see Ateez so what the fuck are people even paying for

I don't know if Ateez ever goes truly dark, but I'm optimistic about their future sound. Especially with the rebellious teaser I think it's safe to say Halateez is back! I enjoyed Fever it has some gems, but Treasure is where my heart is at

Still no period, pros: well, no period cons: pain and waiting for for the doomsday to happen 🥴 at one point it's cool, because I can have a weekend without bleeding, but I'm tired of waiting and checking if the red scare is here or not... and I start reading smut at the end of the cycle as well hahahahaa

I can imagine bodyguard Seonghwa is in so much internal pain and conflict jsudueyeyshs man wants to explode and Y/N isn't helping, but he has morals or whatever stopping him at first. Cannot wait to read it 😭

Omfg really you wanna write it?! It was just a silly thought I had, but I just don't see bad character x bad character that often unless it's some toxic bullshit. They would compete with each other like "yikes you got 20%? I got 22% I won" idhsjsjjdndhs both fucking fail, but the competition is on. And I imagine the tension being VERY strong 👀

Right, no monster fucking or furries, cat boys only 🤗 and maybe some fox boys too

Some of the idols' parents are so funny and sweet I can't help feeling jealous, but it is what it is. Also the story about Seonghwa's and Hongjoong's mum's at their concert when Joong's mum brought a scarf(?) or something for Hwa's mum. 🤧 recently Felix's mum visited him and he took her to the airport because he wanted to be the last one she sees before taking off and Lix gave her his hat - what a sweet boy, her insta post about it made me uwu so hard

That Metro thing was a shit "job" well an internship only, I could never work in a gossip paper, because yikes the shit they invent. But it taught me a thing or two. We already talk about Seonghwa like it's our job so what's the difference 🤡

Lol one of my friends actually decided to add Seonghwa to their bias line after hearing him yell with that deep ass voice, it came out of nowhere?! He was smiley and then... ANGRY YELL and back to smiley

YOOOO THIS PROMPT MISS! Yes he's a pick me in a good way and Y/N's like "why do I like this loser?" then some bitches bother him and she's like 🥊🥊 "leave my loser alone!" <3333

To be fair one of my friend goes between calling Seonghwa her son and her husband so 🤔 we all have issues I guess. FBI agent don't interact pls

That b&w photo kills me he's the cutest boyo. The photo of YunWooSanHwa from Lotte World is so sweet too, Seonghwa's big ass sandals again iduksshshgagans. He looks like their dad tbh

Okkk wolf boy 👁👄👁 also are you a bit annoyed by the height gap between female and male protagonists as well? I know many people love that (size kink or whatever), but especially in anime the girls look like fucking children compared to the men (nvm that they sometimes ARE teenagers hanging out with 20+ guys 🥴) maybe it's because I'm on the taller side, but it's one of my pet peeves and sometimes the male protagonists are broad giants for no reason - DV 💖

hello hi !!

Omg girl I was at a music festival last night then went clubbing I came back home 4 hours ago and realised "I didn't answer miss Baek" so here I am

omg how did that festival go !!!! did u get drunk and have ur yn moment iN THE CLUB OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭

yes yes the r&b is so good in it! typical sm with the harmonies and stuff!! YEAH KICK IT’S SO GOOD o i haven’t listened to universe is it good 👁👄👁 highway to heaven will always be that bitch tho >>>>> without u is also rly good! early nct days before the noise <3

YEAH 700$ FOR ONE PERSON BUT THEIR SILVER AND GOLD PACKAGES ARE 1K-4k ITS CRAZY HYBES GOING CRAZY,,, no bc they have so many versions to their albums and yet they still want the insane 500$+ for one person is kinda crazy me thinks

sometimes i see them going like txt’s route, the rock, rebellious and hard hitting emotional stuff! but then they bring out the king and iM LIKE YES THAT IS YOUR SOUND LESSGO BRING IT BACK PLS I would beg for a wave album type of comeback esp utopia 😭😭 treasure no fr treasure & answer & inception sit on this throne where no other can reach

BFMWDBQK NAURRRR 😭😭😭 at least it didn’t happen at the music festival!! pls drink loads of water as u get closer to it bc it rly helps take the pain out,, NO BC sometimes u think it’s time but it’s just ur stomach playing with u 🔫

HES SO ANNOYING TBAKDHKWDHWK HE KEEPS REMINDING HER THAT HE CAN GET KILLED IF HE HOLDS HER AND SHES LIKE “noOoOo my dad would never” rbwkfbwk he rly rly wants to explode i just think yn puts him in his place, it’s like the personalities are reversed if u see bbhwa, hwa was the loud one this one has yn as that!! HIS MORALS?? THE MORAL IN QUESTION IS HER MAFIA DAD 😭😭😭😭😭

I WILL WRITE IT !!! NO TOXICITY ONLY WHOLESOMENESS AND TWO MISUNDERSTOOD PPL <3 fbwndbwk LMFAOOOO THE 2% BOOSTS THEIR EGOS 😭😭😭😭 the teachers would be so tired of them and they’d laugh at it too,, oH OH TENSION EXTREME LEVEL 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Right, no monster fucking or furries, cat boys only 🤗 and maybe some fox boys too

cat boys supremacy >>>> FOX BOYS HELLO 👁🤚🏼👁 PLS 😭😭😭 THEYRE SO CUTE HELLO???? IM SURE THEYRE LIKE SO SMOLL TOO AND STOP THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 no bc why can’t our parents be like that 🤨 PLS HIS MOMS IG IS LIKE A SEROTONIN BOOST some real gems on there 😭😭

BRMWDHEK IF ONLY U WORKED FOR THE SUN 😭😭😭 the amount of ppl who would be suing left and right, no that’s so true it’s our job to talk about him but we just don’t get paid which is vile but i will do it for free <3

OHOHO FBKWDHWK RMR WHEN MINGI SAID WHEN HWA RAPS HIS TONE IS SIMILAR MINGIS 😭😭😭😩😩 ANGRY YELL BACK TO SMILEY THIS MAN IS THE EPITOME OF DUALITY also.

YOOOO THIS PROMPT MISS! Yes he's a pick me in a good way and Y/N's like "why do I like this loser?" then some bitches bother him and she's like 🥊🥊 "leave my loser alone!" <3333

 yES YES I WATCHED THE MOVIE WILD CHILD AND FHWKFHWK IM SO VERY INTO THIS PROMPT SO BADLY !!! EXACTLY THATS HER LOSER AND HES “👁👄👁 i am????”

To be fair one of my friend goes between calling Seonghwa her son and her husband so 🤔 we all have issues I guess. FBI agent don't interact pls

That b&w photo kills me he's the cutest boyo. The photo of YunWooSanHwa from Lotte World is so sweet too, Seonghwa's big ass sandals again iduksshshgagans. He looks like their dad tbh

i pretend to never see those sandals. no uh. also bestie i, for the first time ever had a dream about wooyoung. so real. so real that i genuinely felt it and i cannot ever look at him the same way again. VEKWHELQHDKW HONGJOONG WAS YELLING IN THE BACK FOR FUN FBNW dil hwa era

yes 😭😭😭 YES YES I AM !!!! im in the average side so i just kinda roll with anything but in fics i try to make my yn’s taller esp the mafia one! she was tall! i think it’s mentioned in it too!

HRKWHDLQHELQHDLW NO BC THE “FRAGILE PETITE” THING IN THE SIZE KINK GETS ME FBWKFBEK bc why can shorter ppl toss u so easily 🔫 NO UR SO RIGHT IN ANIMES THE GIRL IS BARELY AT THE GUYS CHEST AND IM LIKE???????? IS THAT NOT A CHILD PERHAPS??? no that’s so true some r so insanely tall like pls at least choose a balance 😭😭😭😭

ur so very welcome <3

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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milkybonya · 2 years

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Hi Milky! I hope you're doing well 💙 I read your recent journal on your study abroad blog and gosh I just wanna say how.. Inspired I am of you? Like proud? Idk.. I just had a mental breakdown bc of classes yesterday (its a bit harder than I expected to say the least 😅) and to see you power through such a tough day... Idk I think that's amazing! Your kind message at the end really touched me. I can get through my classes too I know it 🙏🏻 I'm just going to have a minimalistic life until they're done 😅

My graduation went well btw! It was nice to see my mom. She liked the origami hehe I expected her to like the elephant I made the best bc her dad's favorite animal was an elephant and Idk she seemed really happy to get them so it made all the effort worth it 🥰

I know there is never a rush to write back, but I feel bad I haven't written in so long 😭 I've just been going through it recently with school and then chiwoo leaving kingdom on top of that. I'm doing better now (it's been a week since the news dropped) but it took out like a whole working day for me bc I was so upset 😭 I never would've expected something like that to happen so It was really shocking. Idk if any of your ult groups have ever lost a member before but for your sake I hope they never do 💙 But I'm staying positive and my roommate is helping me stay distracted by introducing me to drippin hehe do you know them?

I'm glad to hear about all the fun things in Korea!! It must be getting close to you leaving :( I hope it's been a good time overall!! Hearing how you feel like you've grown is so amazing and gosh I'm so happy that you're a stronger and more independent person now!! Adversity really does help with growth 🥺

I'm going to go now bc I'm writing this on the bus and my stop is almost here! Sending you all my love as usual 🥰

hihi my angel!! i always like reading through your asks as soon as you send them and then i save replying for when i can give you allll my attention hehe <3

also i'm so,, i'm blushing i'm so shy literally you're?? proud of me?? aHH i will cry T-T that is honestly so sweet... it was such a mess of a day and so long in that moment but now that it's passed.. it's honestly just a fun memory?! so of course! you can get through your classes too!! and as tiring as they are, i know it will be somewhat heartwarming to look back on these memories some day <3

i'm so happy your graduation went well!! that is your time so if it didn't go well i would be angy at whoever organized it >:O because you deserve the best! and omg you made aN ELEPHANT THAT IS SO CUTE T-T she must have reallyyyy liked it omg

of course my dear there is never a rush to write back! always take your time,, especially since it sounds like things have been so hard :( have you been taking care despite it all?? i hope so ♡ you're doing so well..

i'm honestly so shocked to hear a kingdom member left ?! it must have been even more shocking for you :( i hope him and the group are okay and that they all have a good future ahead!! i remember i became an ikonic just before Hanbin left ikon, and it only took me a month to fall so deep before he left and i was devastated :( so i can understand and i hope this never happens to either of us again !

ahh and i don't want to drop anymore bad news on you, but finding out Yedam and Mashi are taking a longer break and that treasure will have an ot10 comeback without them was a bit hard to swallow, but i'm happy Mashi will be with his family longer and that Yedam will be giving more time to learn what he loves: composing!

your roommate is a sweetie 🥺 i do know drippin!! i've been meaning to learn more about them--i know their songs nostalgia and young blood! so gooood :>

yess only 3 weeks left until i go back to canada T-T it's bittersweet but i'm excited that i'll be able to write more again and see my friends! i miss them a lot T--T

to hear you say you're proud of me makes me melt ahhh i am so so proud of you too!!!

i hope you arrived at your stop safely and that you have the best day/night!!!

#baekhyuns-lipchain ;3;#beloved Kelsey ♡#yutopiada talks #milky's moots

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pollyna · 3 years

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00Q fic masterlist

Hi, so just one thing the masterlist has this order: ratings, from the fic with less words to the one with more, AU and eventual MCD will be add in my own notes.

Oh, and the series will have their section at the end, there i will indicate the number of fic and the rating for single work. All of them have their link to ao3, if you have other suggestions on what i could add sent me a dm!

This is an on going work because I'm going to read and add until I'll read about them. Now containing fic on or after No Time To Die, they're marked with the name of the movie and spoiler.

i will add comments under the summary, that are in italics.

A special thank you goes to my cat who destroyed half of the room while I was working on this and then promptly fell asleep on that same mess.

I had to cut a part of the masterlist away bc tumblr wasn't working: the series section is here.

General audience.

wounds are the documents of the body bywintervioleteye (hawkguyed) (300 words)

There are plenty of marks on Bond’s body, the bruises and scars there an ever-changing road map of where he’s been.

the scar fic i was waiting for.

Nothing Like You by Renata Lord (snowlight) (388 words)

Twenty years after National Gallery, Q greets a new 007.

he isn't a replacement and Q would really like you to remember that. And that James is beautiful as the first day he saw him.

Just a kiss by homosociallyyours (1,2k)

Two tender little 00q kissing vignettes. Nothing sexy, really, but if you want something short and sweet with a dose of doting/care-taking, here you go.

tender kisses are the best kiss and i need so many more fic like this one

A Very Bond Christmas by Deastar (1,2k)

“I’m always here,” Bond says, smiling. “Not when you’re on mandatory medical leave,” Q shoots back. “If they won’t let you shoot things or blow things up, you’re never here. So again, Bond, what are you doing here?”

Bond produces a small, wrapped box from behind his back, covered in green paper with a gold ribbon. “Brought you a gift.”

Bond brings Q gifts that aren't tecnically gifts but who's looking inside the horse mouth? not us.

Skyfall Revisited by mimosa (Error305_Proxy) (1,5k)

Bond doesn’t go back to Skyfall for nearly two years. When he finally goes back again, it’s with Q by his side.

post-Skyfall. Sometimes is important to remember that a house is just a house.

All's Fair in Love and Scrabble by astudyinfic (1,8k)

Q keeps a Scrabble board in his office as decoration and amusement on late nights. But one day, someone decides to play against him. And he thinks they may be trying to tell him something.

I was missing this v important fic and i didn't even knew. fluff everywhere!

the sheer lack of professionalism by scioscribe (1,9k)

Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, there are just bloody wheels within wheels to it, aren’t there, this kidnapping business? Really, you should give it up. You’re not cut out for it. Think about it, your first time out, and you pinch a national intelligence treasure and ask his MI6 boyfriend for ransom. It isn’t very promising, is it?”

this one is honestly hilarious!

the game by orphan_account (2,7k)

Q and Bond's flirting gets a bit ridiculous.

James should buy Eve a very nice dinner, yep. They're both so ridiculous oh god.

lay me down to sleep by rikacain (3k)

Written for the 00Q Summer Exchange.

It’s a symbiotic relationship, Q insists whenever he wants to be a smarmy little arse and a poetic one to boot, we both benefit from it. You get a good night’s sleep and I get some company and a roof over my head.

James has nightmares and Q is the solution.

AU. Q is something and James has more nighmares one can count with his finger. They make it work. non-linear narrative, bittersweet.

Love and Other Hazardous Materials by luchia (3,5k)

"This is just getting ridiculous," M says when he finds Q trying to put motorized circular saw blades into a briefcase.

(Or, Q and James Bond love their jobs so very, very much.)

sometimes M asks himelf why and then let them do what they want anyway

006 and the great double-oh catastrophe of 2012 by lincesque (3,9k) MI6 requires all their double-oh agents to attend a mandatory meet and mingle with each other once per year. This year, everyone's talking about the new Quartermaster. 007 doesn't take it well. 006 really didn't sign up for this. -

pre-slash but soft soft soft, James is a damn sottone for Q and he's jelaous too. Alec needs vacation honestly.

Five Times James Bond Was Where He Shouldn't Have Been (and One Time Q Was Exactly Where He Needed to Be) by theheadgirl (4,3k)

Five drabbles in which 007 shows up somewhere he has absolutely no business being, for one reason or another, and one in which his quartermaster happens to be in the right place at the right time. Warning for kidnapping and weirdness, but no explicit violence. Mild spoilers for Skyfall.

James Bond shouldn't be there but he is anyway. And he's a fucking pain in the ass until he isn't anymore (for Q's sake)

Searching for Answers by VerdigrisSoup (5,6k)

Q gets tired of people always expecting him to be their tech support, so technologically illiterate Bond decides it's time to learn on his own. Of course, not without terrorizing Q just a little bit.

this one is actually the fucking cuttest thing i ever read. i'm a sucker for them working to help eachother to be better. shamless fluff.

He Shot Me Down Bang Bang by wanderlust (whatwasdead) (8,7k)

Q is thirty two when he thinks about his life. How he was never enough. How he was never loved. Q is thirty two when all he can do is watch. - Bond is forty-seven when he sees them again. There is Vesper and Mathis and M. He needs to hear what they have to say. Bond is forty-seven when he returns back to the living.

Q is 32, Bond is 47 and numbers are just numbers.

Teen and Up Audiences.

Not Too Early or Too Late by unrequainted (835 words) Q turns to Bond who, in the waning hours of morning, had succumbed to sleep.

leaving your bed to work is hard, but knowing you can go back in and cuddle all your tiredness away? just fucking awsome.

a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last by calciseptine (1,4k)

Living with Q is not as difficult as James initially thought it might be.

here to the first of a long list of Q gives James a room and they end up domestics in the first week of living together!

gadget, trinket, doodad, device by scioscribe (1,9k)

If Bond wants a shoehorn that can also pick locks, it's Q's job to give it to him. (Well, actually it's not, but for some reason he keeps getting talked into it anyway. Also, he's been making a genuinely excessive number of things that explode.)

James asks, Q creates, things go scaboom sometimes and Eve is a blessing in every sense of the word.

Five Times Bond Ruined Q's Dates And That One Time He Didn't by xLoveMx (2,3k) It’s been a few weeks since Bond’s been reinstated, and yet he still hasn’t made an attempt to move out and well, Q hasn’t asked him to, either.

No time to die spoiler-ish: james comes back and make impossibile for Q to date anyone. and they were flatmatessss

Wooing Rituals of the James Bond Variety by Elenothar (2,5k)

In which Q keeps finding cups of tea and snacks around his work station, James Bond is possibly the most regular visitor Q Branch has ever had, and it takes a ridiculously long time for them to get around to actually doing something about it each other.

from the tag of the author: denial isn't only a river in Egypt. (Post-Skyfall)

Day Seventeen: Spooning (AKA "I've Had a Bad Day Again") by a_xmasmurder (2,7k)

Bond had a bad day, Q has a bad day, and then there's teleshopping and a couch.

bad days are hard but together they can be less heavy.

The Present by beaubete (3k) At first he mistakes it for a part of his kit, the cheery red wrapping some sort of Q-Branch joke.

best plot twist ever and honestly, honestly, it made my heart ache bc of it. sometimes i want to hug James Bond and pat his hair but damn. Luckly Q is there to do it for me.

Spook Me Once, Shame On You by VerdigrisSoup (3,1k)

If there was a dictionary entry under “Q’s relationships,” the definition would most definitely have been the single word ironic.

Or the one where James Bond loves horror films, and Q is the biggest scaredy-cat around. Of course, he'd never tell James that.

Q doesn't love horrors but he loves to cuddle but he should learn to talk a lil bit more. A lot of domestic!

till human voices wake us by FlyMeAway, WreckAndRule (3,1k)

Determination and devotion to the cause will not do now, once you're overly aware of your own heartbeat.

a special thank u to the author's hubby who translated this from hebrew!

Bond's specialty is resurrection and, as the author said, they just wanted and excuse to have Q sit in a shirtless Bond lap. Mild gore warning.

Upon Remembering by secondstar (3,3k)

Surrounded by faces he no longer recognizes, Bond finds solace in Q's voice.

SPECTRE fix-it, temporaty amnesia, everyone is trying to do their best and, apparently Q's cardigan are unforgettable

a pox on all your machines by scioscribe (3,5k)

“You’re an expert at the challenging, though. I have handled—personally, mind you—three double-O agents, and not one of them has been the exasperation that you so continuously prove. You don’t think. Someone who doesn’t think doesn’t deserve hot water.”Or, the one where Q controls the universe with technology and Bond is trying to avoid complications (like falling for the voice in his head).

spoiler: James does not, in fact, avoids complications because he dives right in the middle of them

the last time you'll say no by dragon_rider (4,1k)

Summary:“Let’s have dinner,” Q says.

reversed role but no worries at the end James catch up with it. he just need a little time.

A is for Arrogance by winterhill (4,4k)

Q is fucking marvellous on a good day, and Bond wants to learn how to use a computer. Or, Q is an arrogant little shit most of the time, but Bond’s noticed he’s not quite so confident after Silva. Spoilers for Skyfall.

sometimes healing takes the most unexpected roads but takes you exactly where you were supposed to be.

A Most Peculiar Way by beaubete (4,9k)

Astronaut Bond becomes attached to the voice on the other end of the line--with two hundred thirty thousand miles between them.

AU. they fell in love with almost 400.000 km between them and they aren't even breathing the same air. Q is the voice in James's ear and he isn't alone even when he is. Slowbuild, lil angst, lots of laugh and the softest way to just give up to feelings.

No One Thrills Me (Like You Do) by RayShippouUchiha (5,2k)

“Nonsense,” Moneypenny waved a dismissive hand in his direction, “I’ve already got it arranged. Friday, one o’clock. I’ve put it into your schedule and, hopefully, it’ll be a nice, casual lunch date with the possibility of dinner later. I’ll send a car around because I won’t have you late or lost on the Tube. Again.”

Q thought of protesting, reminded himself of just who he was talking to, and quickly deflated.“Fine,” he finally grumbled. “But when it ends in disaster I’m free for the rest of the weekend. No meddling allowed for at least a week.”

“Deal.” Moneypenny thankfully agreed.

Eve tries to set up Q for a blind date. Or maybe not.

This is where we begin (you know how it'll end) by nerakrose (5,5 k)

In which a prank is played, Bond and Q share an office and too much alcohol is consumed. Also, demons.Completes

AU: magic/accidental marriage on my trope bingo card.

AU. it's starts as a prank but nor James nor Q are particularly concerned about what the paper says. Maybe the did all reverse but honestly it's them we're readig about!

dynamite (for the matchbox in your head) by beili (5,6k)

“We are trying to save your life,” Q says, finally, looking up at Bond. “You’re dying, James.”

Bond turns the thought over and over, and doesn’t know how he feels about it. He’s definitely not surprised that Death is knocking on his door again. He certainly flirted with her long enough.

SPECTRE fix-it: i'm starting to love all this fix-it because they are all giving matter to the only thing the movie ignored. so kudos and this one is particularly emotional and there's the best happy ending.

Remember Me by Jen (ConsultingWriters) (5,6k)

Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love.

"What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew.

“Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

amnesia fic folks, it's hurt a little bit.

Employee Relations, Friendly Workplace and Team Building: A Guide to Successful Relationships in the MI6 by Rosslyn (5,9k)

Because even MI6 isn’t exempt from British administrative features and its assorted exercises.

“Ah, bollocks. It says that all departmental heads have to attend or their annual budget won’t get approved. Can they do that?"

R finally sets down the iron and pats Q on the shoulder. “If they can make the Double Os take lessons in health and safety,” she says ominously, “They can do whatever the fuck they want."

300% crack and the most beautiful around AHAH i don't think they will try to do something like that ever again. Even Mallory can't anymore. Eve is there for 0.2 seconds and she is just the best of them

Mr. MI6 by beaubete (5,9k)

Working at Morrell Museum, Q's seen a lot of strange things, but that's nothing compared to the suspicious man who keeps visiting.

Museum!AU - Q and Eve work at the strangest little museum in London.

AU. museum of oddities and Mr. MI6 really likes Q okay? different first meeting, Eve is a goodess.

Favours by dhampir72 (6,1k)

James Bond never looks at Q unless he wants something.

the pining is hard in this one (on both sides). Fix-it post SPECTRE of sort.

So If You Give by TheCatOnTheMoon (6,1k)

Bond gives Q things because of reasons. Q thinks that Bond completely misses the point.

shh, courting rituals are a little weird sometimes (5+1)

christmas isn't christmas (until it happens in your heart and/or people are suitably traumatised) by skylights (6,2k)

Because Alec is a slippery bastard, he’s gone by the time Q is done playing Holiday-Conscious Branch Manager with Mallory and Q doesn’t have anyone within his immediate vicinity that he can yell at without feeling guilty.

Which means, of course, he ends up calling Bond.

“Not a good time, Q,” Bond says the moment he picks up and Q checks himself for a second, wondering if Bond has somehow gotten himself embroiled in some matter of international security since they last saw each other at breakfast. “And if this is about Alec, I really don’t want to talk about it at the moment.”

“Well tough, because that’s precisely why I’m calling.”

- Alec is the fuking worst and the fucking best person ever existed, at the same time. And it's Christmas!

The Bonds from London by BootsnBlossoms (6,2k)

“I should sleep on the couch,” Bond murmured.

“Don’t be a bloody idiot,” Q snorted unattractively. Bond, amused, filed away this propensity for sleepy swearing as something to remember. “What is it? That’s a text alert, not a perimeter alarm. Nightmare, then? Damn you double-ohs and your issues, I swear to god.” He lifted his arm in invitation.

“Q, I don’t think —”

“The window’s open and I’m cold,” Q insisted.Bond sat on the edge of the bed and finished the last finger of his drink with a quick swallow. He had no idea if Q was hinting that they needed to keep up their pretense due to the open window, or if he really was just cold. Either way, Bond wasn’t a man to deny himself what small pleasures he could take from this wretched life, so he slid under the covers and tugged Q on top of him until their legs were tangled and Q’s head rested on his shoulder.

But as Q dropped back into sleep, Bond stayed awake, correcting himself. Having everything he wanted, in his grasp and completely out of reach, wasn’t a small pleasure at all. It was torture.

fake/pretend relationship for the sake of the mission AND there was only one bed. do the math!

Of Cats and Mortgages by SvengoolieCat (6,4k)

“He did my job for me, killing his master,” Bond said. “He got around his feet and tripped him down a flight of stairs. Leaving him to get blown up with the rest of them seemed a churlish way to repay him.”

The cat chirruped agreeably, and washed a paw. Despite being brought from south Ireland in a bag, the feline looked well-cared for.“

You brought me a cat. A murder cat, owned by your villain du jour.”In which Q is brought offerings of murder cats, keeps losing his pens to a certain kleptomaniacal agent, and is generally oblivious to/confused by Bond's attempts at catching his attention.

courting by gifting a killer cat? James Bond edition

you light my way in the dark by knoxoursavior (6,5k)

Q sees things others don't, sees his every thought and feeling embodied by flowers.

- Q sees flowers around him and around people and James learns another language.

What Friends are For by thisisforyou (6,6k)

For the prompt on the kinkmeme: "Q gets a boyfriend that Bond doesn’t like for some unknown reason, and he starts to understand why when he sees things at work that give him the impression that Q’s boyfriend is abusive (physically, mentally, etc). And Bond gets possessive as hell. Then they end up together at the end."

warning: discussion of domestic abuse. it's not really detail but better to know.

James does what he has to to make sure Q's safe. his gratitude is just a plus.

Requiem for the Deathless by nagapdragon (6,8k)

It's MI6's best kept secret, the reason why the Double-0s never seem to die. An enchanted pot of ink that ties one person's life to another, keeping one safe so long as the other survives. One person to protect, the most trusted person in a Double-0's life, and they cannot die.

James Bond doesn't know who his is, and he doesn't want to know.

AU. bit odd but i loved it. tattoes, immortals 00s, Q's family and Bond not knowing until almost the end. it's more melancholic than angst, still it hurts lol

Sleeping With James Bond by dhampir72 (6,9k)

What it’s like to sleep with James Bond.

(Or alternatively: five reasons why James Bond is one of the worst bed partners in the history of the world and the one reason Q keeps him around anyway.)

James Bond is a terrible bedmate, but Q doesn't see the point in stopping sleeping with him (5+1: sharing a bed, cuddling and snuggling!!!!!)

Leading Edge by Batsutousai (7,2k)

All fae-born were raised on stories of how cruel dragon-borns were, how they had no care for anyone outside themselves and their greed, that they would sell their own mother's soul to the devil before allowing themselves to be hurt. They were told that all dragon-borns were to be killed on sight, and taught spells that would do just that, if ever given the chance.

It would be just Q's luck that one of his agents was dragon-born.

AU. I could have read 500k of this au and i'm not kidding. It's written so well and i'm all in for them, in every form.

A Season for Giving by dhampir72 (8,4k)

Q had never been the sort of person to look forward to the holidays, having spent most of his past Christmases alone. But this year was different. He had a wreath on his door and fairy lights in the window and James Bond in his bed.He also somehow found himself being auctioned off for charity at the annual MI6 holiday party.

Christmas is stupid but James loves celebrating it even when isn't there with Q. There's an auction for charity at the annual MI6 holiday part and everything could happen! (secret relationship, established relationship, Eve is everything and everywhere)

Bitter Brew by pikachumaniac (10,2k) The first time James Bond makes Q tea, he botches it rather badly.In which James makes tea and Q does not drink it, for various reasons.

Where Bond doesn't know how to make a decent tea and trust is the base of their love. It isn't the most comfortable road to follow but James wouldn't go back for anything in his life bc Q is at the end of it.

Handle With Care by winterhill (10,6k)

It’s not exactly a secret that Bond and Q are dating. Most people in the agency give Bond the shovel talk; everyone who doesn’t gives Q the “are you sure you know what you’re doing?” talk. Q and Bond ignore them all and have a lovely time, right up until an exploding pen explodes.

everyone is concerned about Q and it goes okay until Q does something but him&James talk through it even if everyone never gave them a chance. hurt/comfort.

the hand i want to hold forever (is yours) by dhampir72 (16,3k)

Q noticed, of course he noticed. It was hard to ignore the daily pain and numbness that kept him from holding onto cups of tea and buttoning his shirts and typing lines of code. Of course he noticed, but he tried not to. He tried not to because it couldn't be, it just couldn't.

It couldn't be his hands.

Medical conditions and procedures, so if it's not your thing skip it! I cried one or two tears but it full of domestic fluff and comfort and begin stubborn but having a good partner who will be there for you, doesn't matter what's going to happen.

Sigh No More by dhampir72 (20,2k)

Bond wants nothing more than for someone, just once, to be waiting for him at the airport when he returns home.

I swear on God my heart hurt so fucking much while i was reading this, because James wants something so simple and normal that honestly idk Q pls take a blanket and protect him from the world. Slowburn, developing trust, h/c, airports and for the love of god kiss already!

Curtains by winterhill (20,3k)

Indulgent domesticity. No real plot to speak of, just Bond and Q moving in together as friends after Q is targeted and his place burnt down, and slowly progressing to being a couple.

20k of domestic 00Q? hell yeah. from moving in together to falling in love the step is surprisingly short

Let Love In by dhampir72 (21,4k)

They're still learning that love is more of a journey and less of a destination. [A series of interconnected vignettes]. -

the finale is bittersweet at best but it's James Bond life we're talking about, so it's pretty fitting. Loved all the 15 chapters.

the queen of spades by magneticwave (21,5k)

Technically Q's name and personal details are classified and beyond the purview of field agents, but he's worked for Q branch for ten years and had gone by his actual name for eight of them. His identity is as much of a "secret" as his ineptitude at filing financial reports.

the importance, or the rather the lack, of a name. In this case Q's.

perspicuity by dhampir72 (26,9k)

Bond and Q are trapped in a lift. Awkward, under normal circumstances, for certain.

Unbearable when Q has been poisoned and his life hangs in the balance.

karma is a little bitch and Bond should stop feeling guilt for every single thing that happens. (first kiss and first date)

Mélomanie by dhampir72 (40,6k)

After Skyfall, Bond moves into a new flat and falls in love with the music upstairs. [With Audio] -

slowbuilt and honestly hell will freeze faster than this two will realise they are made for each other. it broke my heart a dozen of times and the music is just the best. James falls in love twice and lose everything again but not really, this time.

Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (44,1k)

More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.

AU. One of the best au i have read so far. i loved every single word of this!

Mature.

Gratitude by orphan_account (499 words)

Put a pairing (or OT3) and an emotion in my ask and I’ll write you a ficlet for those concepts; I had 00Q and gratitude. Bond rescues Q when he's made use of as bait. -

shooting anxiety down is difficult but not being alone helps.

Russian Roulette by epistolic (2,1k)

There is something dangerous inside of Q.

Q is dangerous and James wants him in his bed as bad as he wants to date him

The World We View by bankrobbery, melfice (2,7k)

"If you were a woman he would want you."

He hopes that, if he were a woman, he might have better taste.

what happens when people assume everyone is heterosexual and nagging thoughts bring in gender issues. But, in the end, Q gets more than he hoped for so he's happy.

Out of Sight by epistolic (2,7k)

"I can't keep doing this," Q says. "I can’t shag you one week and watch you getting shot at in the next. I just can't do it."

exactly how a fic with this summary could have been. perfect work, extra-emotional in less than 3k. stupid boys and too many feelings.

five years isn't so long by scioscribe (3,4k)

Bond says television gives him a headache, but sometimes Q finds him at it anyway, usually when Q’s been tucked away for the morning in this room of unapologetically bright computer screens. Bond’s eyes are always a little glassy and his hands are always buried knuckle-deep into one of the sofa cushions. Q kisses him to make his mouth soften, at least, and he says, “You don’t have to do that.”

post-Skyfall but could have been post-SPECTRE and still retable. Startigìng over when James breaks down and it's forever, because even twenty years wouldn't be enough. Q makes a decision and they both learn how to live all over again.

Static Electricity by epistolic (3,5k)

The only person that Bond needs saving from is himself.

where's the lie. [minor character(s) dead, only canonical death tho.]

A Precise Geometry by thistle_verse (4,7k)

It’s different; beyond the giving and receiving of an orgasm, it shouldn’t work, and yet he finds himself coming back again and again, folding himself into the impossibility of Q’s limbs and breathing in the ever present scent of bergamot and ozone that clings to the surprising warmth of Q’s body. It isn’t the same, but it suits him, and he craves it, this more precise geometry. - James wants Q, what they have, so much but it's difficult to understand why or how for him. but still he wants to never leave.

A Mountain That Has Been Moved by bankrobbery, melfice (5,1k)

There is something strangely threatening about the realization that he finds James Bond attractive.

it's all about realizing you're falling for someone. Even when that someone is 007.

disambiguation of destruction by orphan_account (5,2k) It should be simple, but they’ve constructed it into something entirely impossible and Bond’s in love with his Quartermaster. -

a kiss to Sandro Botticelli and his art because it made this fic so so good.

slow hands killer by paxlux (7,2k)

Après moi, le déluge. (There is nothing gentle about Bond. There is nothing gentle about Q.)

there's nothing gentle about them and yet maybe something is there.

Gift Giving by BC_Brynn (10,4k)

They keep looking out for each other.

because someone has to.

A Promising Career In Espionage by DictionaryWrites (18k)

Q is a hacker, and in all truth, legality aside, he just wants to keep getting on with his work. Unfortunately, he steps too near the toes of certain players in a game he’s never had to care about before. Written for the 00Q Reverse Bang.

AU. a bit of an odd au, mostly pre-slash, different Skyfall setting and a really really strange Bond (for a very good reason). i would have liked to read more of this universe!

[note: for whom doesn't remember, like myself, Severine is the Bond Girl in Skyfall. she dies because of Silva.]

Mister Kiss Kiss Bang Bang by sorion (31,5k)

Despite Bond making a kind of running joke out of Q’s “exploding pen” remark by requesting one at every opportunity… it was Q who mentioned it first. The reason behind it is quite simple. They both like to blow shit up. And then they realise that that's not the only thing they have in common.

almost rated E, this two have a libido that doesn't end lol sex a part they like to make think go scaboom and it's always better when they are together to make it happen. getting together!

Smoke and Gunpowder by Mistflyer1102 (33,5k) They were an unlikely pair, and while many doubted such a relationship would work, they never did care much about what other people thought. -

no one belives they can be something but they never were predictable, right?

Lay It Down by dhampir72 (81k)

Bond and Q agreed: their relationship was nothing more than physical. Until it suddenly isn't.(Or alternatively: The one in which Q gets sick, Bond takes care of him, and the truth comes out.)

they're idiots in love for 81k and honestly it's embarassing how Eve knew all along and Q&James are the last one to get what they are. Mandatory sick-fic with developing a relationship that was established for months.

Explicit.

Seek a Newer World by indigostohelit (2,4k)

It's a bright cold day in London, and the sun is blazing through the frozen atmosphere. It's a bright cold day in London, and the city is steel and stone and brick, sunset-deep and dusky. It's a bright cold day in London, and the pigeons dip and soar and turn through the same patch of sky, again and again.

A story about stories. -

it's a story about stories people should listen to. Canonical Charcater Death.

Something You Needed by Provocatrixxx (2,6k)

Despite having seen Bond in various states of dress and undress while running him on missions, Q has never seen Bond dressed down for the weekend. The thick jumper that he is sporting clings beautifully over his shoulder-blades and the muscles of his upper back before tapering in at the waist to showcase his jean-clad arse. The jeans themselves are well cut and obviously expensive, denim wrapped tightly around Bond’s impressively tight arse and clinging perfectly to his upper thighs as he walks. Objectively, Q knew that Bond was in good shape, but something in the cut of the jeans changes his figure from merely magnificent to utterly mesmerising. Pure PWP. There’s a reason MI6 does not allow casual Fridays.

- self-indulgent porn where the porn is James Bond in casual clothes. Poor Q.

A Laying On of Hands by fandomfan (5,6k) James has never had a thing for hands before Q. - self-indulgent porn on Ben Whishaw's hand, because he has great hands, reading what the author wrote! James has a lil of hand and finger kink and boy if he gets of on them. quiet literally. why i read this idk but it's nicely written so????? sometimes my brain is a v weird place, yep.

Wheelhouse by recrudescence (6k)

The one where Bond really, really isn't used to sleeping with people who don't tragically die soon afterward.

Bond has as much to learn about sharing a bed as me but at least he has Q to pratice with lol and they're in Jordan.

Crush by stereobone (6,4k)

All Bond has to do is look at his wrists and he knows—he could break Q in half.

James ends up with a cane and he thinks he makes him look distinguish and he goes all gentleman-y on Q, because the second time around he asks only for dinner. And, more importantly, he could break Q easly or they could both break. Or they might not.

Synchronicity by stereobone (7,6k)

It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is "hanging out" at his flat.

apparently James moves in with Q and neither of them noticed this small detail.

By No Ordinary Means of Communication by laughtershock (7,9k)

Q can’t help but wonder how, exactly, his life has come to this.(The one where Bond discovers post-it notes, Q discovers how not to talk about feelings, and together, they fight crime make things far more complicated than necessary.)

hilarious and with actual post-it in the fic! the author was just a genius in this one!

Temeraire by professorfangirl (lizeckhart) (8,8k)

"At Bond’s age anything like love was trapped and walled away, a scorpion under a glass; what he felt now was like the fire at Skyfall, filtered through icewater light. And yet it was there, it was possible: one more reckless leap, one more deadshot fall, one more defiance of loss. It was there, waiting in the way Q’s eyes lingered on him, the intelligent desire in their depths, patient, saying, 'we have almost all the time in the world'."

Sometimes James has to remember he's not just a machine and Q likes him very much so, they just have to find a common ground. (Someone put this in a 00JAQ collection, that i presum is the james x alec x q? alec is not here, so no worries.)

A Moderate Self-Awareness by JPlash (9,5k)

Q is surprised. Q has not known him very long, and this is maybe James’ favourite thing about him: he persists in being surprised.

Shame on James because he doesn't talk basque how do you dare. The way the author wrote about female M is v good and honestly sometimes Q needs to put a shoes in his mouth and chew until he doesn't realise what he said. James is there to stay.

[post-SPECTRE fix-it]

Fidelity by marlowe_tops (9,8k)

In which Bond develops a preference for sleeping on Q's couch rather than in his own bed, and Q is rather more warm-hearted than M when it comes to throwing him out.

in which Bond is feeling lonley, Q as a good couch and they make sex and then love. M isn't particularly amused, even if he's not in the fic.

James Can Bake, and Other Surprises by badwolfbadwolf (10,1k) Q works too much. James tries to remedy this. By baking. And taking him on vacation. -

James Bond knows everything and he really needs to take his husband on a loooong vacation. Second honeymoon is coming!

Ashes Over Dust by Brokenpitchpipe (11,2k) “What are you doing?”

Q swallows. “Either I’m wrong and you’ll never find out, or I’m right and you’ll forgive me.” Mallory sighs, sending static in his ear. “Are you going to get yourself killed?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but if you insist.”

Post-NTTD so spoiler! this one is a hanahaki fic, the author had put the link on the wiki page if you want to know what you're going to read so you can decide if it isn't your cup of tea!

I loved and ached with Q all the way down the 11k because it was a split of a second in both instance. Agnst with happy ending.

Mondays by MaggieMay (14,5k)

Bond is a honey-trap, and Q has never enjoyed feeling sticky. It occurs to him more than once that shagging it out of his system might be the best medicine: he’s fairly sure Bond wouldn’t be too difficult to convince, if the man’s reputation’s to be believed. Where Bond is concerned, Q has learned quickly that rumours about him do tend to be founded in truth. -

fuck mondays and fuck Bond to! for the last quiet literally :) but no worries, the fucking is mutual and there are feelings in the middle.

Brights Lights by vala (valinorean) (14,9k)

Bond is a kickass double-oh agent who may be flirting with the new Quartermaster a little. He goes to sleep and wakes up in a different world where he is the owner of a quaint little coffee shop, and his favourite regular is a graduate student working on his thesis who is always there because of the free Wi-Fi. James may be in love with him a little. Then he goes to sleep again and he's back in MI6 working with the snarky Q, and he thinks he's going crazy because he isn't sure which is real anymore.

James Bond ends up living two lifes and Q is in both of them. Pretty much the all fic is awsome, expecially what the could happen after the end.

What A Difference A Day Makes by Fightyourdragon (18,5k)

Q is slowly getting used to his life being unpredictable now that he works for MI6, but being stuck in a repeating day with James Bond is rather more unpredictable that he expected. Especially since Bond is stupidly attractive and unexpectedly funny and okay, possibly- just possibly- he's managed to develop a slight crush on the man. Where 'slight' is defined as 'epic.' -

RomANTIC COMEDY OH MY GOOD THIS WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO GOOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH. it did good to my mood to.

The Business of Killing by Aoidos (20,6k) Bond's past comes back to haunt him, and Q is there to pick up the pieces. -

MI6 policy on PTSD is put it under the rug until the rug is too small, then change the rug. it's a topic not very common in ff and i loved how the author wrote it. not a walk in a park but so v worth it.

Grace Period by junetangerine (culuyetille) (22,6k)

In retrospect, the whole thing was a series of extremely poor decisions on Q’s part, none of which he regretted in the slightest. Or, AU in which IT-techie!Q is chatted up by one James Bond and doesn’t have the heart to tell him that he’s also MI6.

AU: they met when Q isn't Q yet, over tea at Tesco. It almost sounds the beginning of a rom com. bc it totally it.

The Courtship of Mr. Bond by marlowe_tops (29,6k)

In which Bond is a retired naval commander with too much house, Q is a mechanical engineer with too many sisters, and they have lengthy conversations about decorum, bonnet-ribbons and philosophy in Regency England.~

“I just thought you might go pay a visit," his mother suggested.

“Me?” Q asked, aghast. “Pay a visit?”

“He must be starved for proper gentleman company, now that he’s settled in so far from London--”

“I am far from proper gentleman company.”

“--and perhaps if you befriended him he could introduce you to some nice heiresses.”

“Heiresses?” Q repeated, baffled and horrified. “What in the world would I do with heiresses?”

AU. generally i check the notes only to be sure there's nothing triggering/to sad in so i didn't realized it was a freaking pride and prejudice!au until the second half of the second chapter. i screamed a little, because jesus it's very very good and very very realistic. and Tanner is in it!!!!!!! they don't say, in the fic, but i'd would have loved to know what commander Bond did during the war.

Mercenary by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (66k)

Five years ago, Commander James Bond of Her Majesty's Royal Navy left England in disgrace, escaping a court martial -- and what should have been a promising career in MI6 with Alec Trevelyan, his oldest friend. He becomes a mercenary, selling his military expertise to the highest bidder, though not once does he act against England or her interests.

Now, new intelligence has possibly located Bond in the United States, and Alec is tasked with the mission to bring him back to MI6. But to do so will require a very unique type of field operative -- one Bond will never suspect.

Enter Aidan Green, codename Q.

AU. mercenary!Bond and almost agent!Q because (female) M wants Bond back? HELL YES. Alec Trevelyan is in this too and honestly he knows his shit. Different setting pre-Skyfall.

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by feelslikefire (66,2k)

What followed was the most bizarre courtship Q had ever—well, heard of, certainly. He didn’t have much to compare it to, but Moneypenny confirmed that normal people didn’t flirt like this. Not that he was normal. Not that any of them were.Or: Q has a past, a cat, and a dangerous new boyfriend. Two of these things keep him up nights, the other pees in a box.

Q has a past and a family who goes behind MI6 and James would like to know who he has to kill before Q gets hurt. [tattoos, Bond is a little shady but we love him anyway]

Quriosity by dr_girlfriend ( 79,9k)

COMPLETE! Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

Excerpt:

"Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally." In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q's pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond's cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

"You're wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line." The words slipped out of Bond's mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn't realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

James says something he shouldn't over the com and then he tries to make it better because he wants to know Q for real. (friends to lovers, slow burn)

there's a second instalment to this one, but i have yet to read it.

Not Rated.

listening whispers (tis the fairy lady of shalott) by clairedearing (1,3k)

Vesper Lynd dies, and then wakes up.

00Q is mentioned here, but it's more from Vesper's POV. She wakes up from the dead and she's there with James even if he doesn't know. it's short but a very beautiful fic.

When Morning Fades (And You're Not Here) by GiveUpResistance (1,9k)

"They kicked me out of HQ about an hour ago. Something about me not leaving the building for the last thirteen days. And it's your own fault when you find I've drunk all of your good scotch.”James Bond's voicemail service seems to be untimed and unlimited, which is (debatably) fortunate for Q. After all, there's a lot that needs to be said to the dead.

rambling confession to your voicemail bc you aren't here to listen to me.

feels like insomnia (woah) by skylights (4,1k)

Q, on the other hand, is having significantly less trouble with coming to terms as to how he currently has a slightly drunk double-oh agent standing in his flat at arse-o’-clock in the morning. Without waiting for a reply, Q starts the vacuum up again and starts to clean the patch of carpet next to Bond’s feet. The vacuum nozzle bumps against Bond’s patent leather shoes a few times and Q grunts, a clear sign that Bond should move.

Bond moves.

(or, that fic where Q has insomnia and Bond tries to be helpful)

silly fic that doesn't go nowhere in particular but Q as 99 problems and, for once, James Bond is not one of them.

#james bond #quartermaster #james bond x quartermaster #00Q #otp: a big bloody ship #otp: just one thing i need #fanfiction masterlist #skyfall #SPECTRE #au #fic from 1k to almost 100k #i still have to find the really big ones #on going adding #fic & series #james bond (daniel craig's movie)

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Secret Life of Gojo Satoru 2

Part 1

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x fem! Reader

Summary: What is the worst thing that could happen if you left the twins with their father?

Word Count: 1000+

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“I'll be back soon okay? Behave with Dada, understood?” the twins just nodded their head and kissed your cheeks, when you flicked your eyes upwards you met Gojo's blue ones. “You know that I would always find out if you'll be feeding them tons of chocolate. No chocolates, or else you'll be sleeping at your room in Jujutsu High.” Gojo felt like his heart stopped beating, he knew that you're not lying, if there is anything he has learned in this marriage it is the fact that you never spat empty threats.

The first time you threatened him like this, he ignored it and still bribed the kids with sweets and when you found out, he did slept at his room in Jujutsu High, Yaga was laughing his ass off when he found out and he even mocked him of how he was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the community but in the house you are the ruler, Gojo didn't mind it, he loves you so dearly and your toughness made him fall for you.

Gojo has a sweet tooth, it is because he has to keep on eating sweets because of his technique and even if you have a sweet tooth as well you wouldn't want your kids to have too much sugar and you have to remind Gojo over and over again that he shouldn't give them too much sweets, they have to learn to eat nutritious food and Gojo being Gojo, he uses the sweets to bribe the kids, that's why you were forced to teach him a lesson by letting him sleep in jujutsu high, much to Yaga's amusement.

With a pale face he picked up the twins and smiled at you sweetly, “No sweets for the kids today, got it Mama.” he told you and you laughed before kissing him on his cheeks, you heard him whine about how you missed his lips but you just stuck your tongue out. “You can have all the kisses later, Satoru but if you feed them sweets you should just kiss the wall.” Gojo dramatically looked at you and shook his head, “Then just give me one kiss right now, I need motivation baby.” the twins looked at their father with disgusted faces and when you were about to lean in to kiss Gojo, Akira cupped your face and kissed you instead.

Gojo never felt so betrayed in his whole life. He was about to lean in to kiss you but Akihiro pushed his face away before leaning towards you.

“Aww babies, I love you. Come here Hiro, let Mama kiss you.” Hiro giggled and gave you a kiss and you giggled at the two, “Better luck next time, Satoru.” you winked at your husband and went out of your house and you swear you could hear Gojo's whines about the kiss that he didn't get but you just laughed it off.

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“Dada! We're hungry!” The twins told their father as they got tired of running around the house, so far Gojo is being able to manage to take care of the two and he felt relieved that they're not throwing tantrums as of now.

He pat their heads and stood up, “Alright, Dada will cook for you two. But you guys should behave. I'll turn on the TV, watch some cartoons and let Dada do the work is that okay?” the twins nodded their head in excitement and sat at the carpet on the living room while holding their toys, before Gojo left the living room to went to the kitchen he saw the twins held each other's hand as they watch. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, he decided to silently take a picture so he could show you later.

The twins are fond of fried chicken that's why Gojo decided to fry some but as he waits for the chicken to get cooked he heard a loud crash and he ran to see what happened and he was frozen at what he saw.

“Dada! Hiro broke the vase because he threw the ball!” Gojo's jaw dropped when he saw the vase, Hiro was pouting and glaring at his sister saying that she's not suppose to say what happened. Gojo immediately picked them up and made them sat at the couch as he clean the broken pieces of the vase, after making sure that it was all taken care of he looked at the twins.

Gojo is not that strict as a parent, he believes that his children should be guided in what they do not to be controlled on what to do and if they made a mistake they should learn from their own failures. But that's not the case with three year olds.

“Hiro, look at Dada.” he sat at the front of the two and gave them a smile to reassure them that he's not mad. “That vase is not really important because we can buy another but if something happened to you or to your sister, Mama and I would be upset because you two are our most valuable treasure. You were planning to clean your mess and hide it to Dada weren't you?” Gojo asked his son.

Akihiro looked at his tiny hands and sniffed, “Sorry Dada.” he whispered and Gojo cupped his face gently to make him look up at him, “Just promise you won't keep any secrets from Dada and Mama. Also, don't fight with Akira alright? You two should protect each other do you understand?” Hiro nodded his head and looked at his sister, he hugged her and kissed her cheeks. “Sorry, Kira.” Gojo smiled and ruffled their hair before standing up.

“Don't worry about the vase, I'll be the one to explain to Mama. Watch TV and wait for me to finish cooking.” he kissed their foreheads and went back to kitchen, thank goodness the chicken didn't get burned.

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When Gojo finished cooking, he called the twins to the kitchen and made them sat on their designated chairs before he placed down their foods. “After eating, we'll take a bath. You two smell bad.” Gojo lied and the twins glared at him. “No! You are smelly Dada! Mama said we smell good!” he laughed as he saw the twins' noses turned red in annoyance, it's a thing that the two inherited from you, the only difference is that your whole face gets red every time you're annoyed.

It was cute and he loves that the twins got that trait from you, “Kira, don't be messy.” Hiro reached for a tissue and wiped his sister's mouth while Gojo watched them with a smile plastered on his lips, he can't believe these kids are his, he's thankful that he found a woman who was strong enough to stay with him and gave him two angels, he couldn't ask for more.

“Kids, look at here. Dada will send Mama a picture.”

The twins smiled at the camera and Gojo chuckled before sending them to you with a caption. “Our 12 rounds that night are worth it babe, look at our angels.” he knows he'll receive a smack for that caption but he'll cross the bridge when he get there.

As he had said, he have to give the twins a bath and they are both excited to take a bath so it wasn't a tough job for Gojo, “Dada you stink! Shower already!” Akira pinched her nose and frowned at Gojo, Hiro laughed and also started teasing his father. “That's why Mama didn't kiss Dada he smells bad!” Hiro splashed water to Gojo and Gojo gasped.

“Young man, you want a fight?”

“Kira help!”

The twins ended up giving their father a bath, Gojo was all wet and the kids are not yet done so he told them to settle down so he could finish and take a bath on his own.

After that, Gojo took them in their room and dressed them, he put some baby powder in their back and when they were all done he took the box of toys from the top of the cabinet so the twins could play in their room. “Stay here while I shower alright? Shout for Dada if you need something.” The twins are too busy playing to give him attention that's why they just gave him a thumbs up, Gojo shook his head with a chuckle before he ran to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

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Akihiro got bored playing his toys and he poked his sister's arm. “This is not fun, let's play other things.” Akira frowned but agreed to her brother, “What are we gonna play though?” Akihiro looked around the room and his gaze landed at the pillow, he was planning on throwing it to Akira and have a pillow fight but whe he got closer to the pillows, he saw the big bottle of baby powder, Akihiro waste no time and turn the lid befor squeezing it.

Akira's face was so white because of the powder, she wiped away the powder on her face before glaring at her brother, Hiro giggled and run away, Akira looked around to search for the other bottle of baby powder since she knew they have so many of that and when she successfully saw one she climb on the chair and reach for the baby powder placed on the table. She climbed down the chair and removed the seal before squeezing it towards her brother's direction.

The floor became slippery because of the powder, the twins are falling around the room but they didn't mind it, instead they giggled every time they fall and as they keep on going, they ran out of baby powder.

“Mine's empty now, let me get another one.” Hiro told his sister before he climbed at the same chair where his sister climbed and took two bottles of baby powder giving the other one to Kira.

Their war resumed and at the exact moment, Gojo just got out of the shower, he could hear their giggles and he was about to smile but as he sense the trouble, he immediately ran and his knees almost gave in when he saw that the whole room is covered by powder.

“DADA!”

Gojo had to drop his infinity when the twins charged themselves towards him, the next thing he knew his face was now full of powder, the twins' giggles filled his ears and Gojo decided to laugh it off. “We're all so dead.” he wiped his face and looked at his children, being a mischievous dad that he is, he wiped his hands on their faces and the twin ran away from him.

The three of them ran inside the room, slipping from time to time, when Gojo finally caught the twins he carried them and shook them as an attempt to get rid of the powders, “Wow Dada is so strong!” Akihiro giggled while Kira held onto her Dad tightly, “Enough, enough, Dada too high, too high.” Gojo put them down in front of a full length mirror and he sat in between them, “Look at our faces. You think Mama will still love us?” the twins giggled and nodded their heads.

When you got inside the house the first thing you heard were giggles, as you follow the voices you stopped on the room of the twins and when you opened it you saw Gojo and the twins trying to get rid of the evidences of their mess.

Gojo's hair has never been whiter, he's not wearing any shirt and his whole body is full of baby powder. The twins? They're worse than that to the point that you couldn't even describe their apperances in words.

“Gojo Satoru.” you called your husband, your voice stern and your stare was blank.

And at that moment, Gojo knows that he fucked up.

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KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

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Hi u and ur blog are so cute !! can i request hc for how the brothers apologize after a fight (where they realize they're wrong)? Tysm! good luck to ur blog and i'll keep supporting u 💖

hi lovely, thank u so so much !! this is my first request so thank you for that too <3 i hope you enjoy it! also, i assumed you were talking about the obey me brothers, but lmk if you meant something else! i’m gonna split this into two posts, too, since it’s a lot.

– how the obey me brothers apologize after a fight (pt.1)

> lucifer

it’s going to take him a lot of thinking and missing you to get him to apologize.

this guy is the proudest demon in the devildom. apologizing, unfortunately, has never come easily to him.

lucifer will always think he’s right, so get ready for a long session of pretending the other doesn’t exist :/

and even if lucifer finds out he was wrong, he won’t admit it. not immediately, at least.

eventually, lucifer will begin to miss the warmth next to him in bed. he’ll find himself thinking about the things he said to you. he begins to think that MAYBE... it wouldn’t hurt to ask for forgiveness every once in a while.

what a human you are, he thinks. nobody has ever made me reflect on my actions like this.

you’ll find your dear lucifer calling you to come early before a meeting one day. immediately, you think he’s going to demand you to apologize for the other day, and stand in front of him with strong eyes, not ready to back down

instead, he goes behind the judge’s table, taking out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“i’m sorry for the accusations i made against you last week. i was... i was wrong. will you forgive me, my love?”

> mammon

you’re mammon’s treasure. his precious human. you’re worth more than all the diamonds in the world, and in his eyes, you shine brighter too.

but the raw greed he’d always felt in his bones was never going to go away, would it? even with you in his life, he’d still always want more.

it was the third time he had blew a date off to attend to another “jackpot opportunity”... that ended up making him blow all his money instead

when mammon got home, in low spirits from his latest fail, he found lucifer waiting for him. “where’s _? it’s late and they haven’t come home yet. the rain tonight is extremely heavy too.”

“hell if i know. why don’tcha ca- wait. wait a minute.”

oh shit. mammon turns on his heel, running back out the door. he ran and ran until he reached majolish, where the two of you were supposed to meet four hours ago.

and there you were, crouched in front of the store, sopping wet and shivering. the scary thing was that you didn’t look angry, just sad. tired.

“you finally showed up. thanks, asshole.”

you stood up, walking right past him.

i’m so uncool... mammon couldn’t believe he did that to you, his only one. you deserve so much better than him. maybe i really am scum after all.

but what mattered more than what he did was what he could do now. with that thought, his body moved like it was on auto-pilot.

and right there in the rain, as if he was the male lead of some cheesy romance movie, he turned around, running after you. grabbing your wrist, he pulled you into his embrace.

“dammit, i’m so stupid and i’m sorry, baby. give me one more chance and i swear on diavolo’s name that i won’t ever let myself treat ya like this ever again. please.”

> leviathan

envy is a difficult thing to be accustomed to.

levi knows you love him and more than he’d like to admit, he knows he loves you too. that’s all he should need, right?

but envy is an evil thing, really.

so evil that it pushed him to accuse you of never loving him, just using him to get to his brothers.

(which, in blatant truth, is an insane accusation. why would you use him to date his brothers? you literally LIVE with all of them???)

and when levi felt your hand connect with his cheek, he knew he messed up big time.

“leviathan, i have NEVER taken advantage of you. you’ve been my best friend since the beginning of this exchange and not long after that, my boyfriend. and you know that. how dare you accuse me of thinking about anybody else when it’s only ever been you?”

after seeing you walk out of his room, levi slumped down in defeat. he knew what he said couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

he’ll have trouble figuring out how to apologize, leading you two to not talk for a few days

a text message? no, not sincere enough. should i order a cloud-writing thing? no, too grand...

eventually, he realizes the perfect way to show how sorry he was

you’ll find him knocking at your door one night, when the newest episode of “the magical ruri hanai: demon girl” is airing. you only knew because he was always so excited to watch it with you every week. cutie.

“i-i know this may not seem like a lot, but instead of watching today’s episode, i wanted to just... just talk to you. and apologize. um. is that okay?”

> satan

satan didn’t mean to yell, he swears. not ever at you, at least.

and it’s the worst excuse, really, but he was just filled with so much anger after mammon sold one of his less easily-obtainable books that he couldn’t help but raise his voice.

you sweet thing... you had only come to him to tell him that you loved the book he recommended to you, but he had shouted out of irritation, wanting to be alone

and satan regretted it the moment you turned away from him. no, before that. when he saw your eyes gloss over? when he saw you flinch from the sheer volume of his voice? well, it didn’t matter anymore, did it?

i’m the worst. making them cry like that.

after taking a few minutes to calm down, he went looking for you. satan found you in your room, sniffling into your pillow. you must’ve not even heard him walk in.

he’ll sit on the bedside, whispering your name softly. you stiffen immediately.

you’ll feel a hand on the small of your back, one so warm, so full of love, so familiar, that you almost want to turn to him, but you don’t

he’ll smooth out your hair and rub between your shoulder blades until your sniffling stops and he finds the right words to say to you.

“please look at me, darling. i’m so sorry for what i said. it’s no excuse, but i was angry at something else, not you. never you. let me make it up to you.”

hope u liked it !! part two coming soon! :D sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted :(

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #obey me writing #lucifer #om! lucifer #mammon #om! mammon #leviathan #om! leviathan #satan #om! satan #lili writes

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Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: Chapter 6 - Back in the Early Heist Days

Flashback time!

Let's take a pause from what happened in the previous chapter and backtrack to the past~!

We'll be mainly sticking with Kou for this.

This happened before the first chapter!

Enjoy!

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-Phantom Thief Hanako released a heist notice to steal yet another jewel

-The detectives and police force were working together to strengthen security

-This thief was astonishingly outwitting them all if he never failed a heist

-Minamoto Kou, younger brother of Teru who is one of the top policemen, was just starting out his career as a new police officer

-His first mission was to join some police officers to capture Hanako

-Teru couldn't join the team during the heist since he was busy taking care of other more serious offenses

-So he was cheering Kou on for the time being, congratulating him on officially becoming part of the police force

-While Kou aimed to be like his brother, he admired a certain radish girl Yashiro Nene

-They didn't really know each other right now

-Before, Kou just came to visit the police station and departments to give lunch to Teru and make sure he's eating properly

-And it was a coincidence that Kou saw Yashiro with Detective Tsuchigomori as they came by at the same time

-Seeing Yashiro working hard on cases became part of his motivation to also work to fight crime along with Teru

-and so she was a Senpai to him in the field and a current acquaintance

-Kou was hoping he could get closer to Yashiro

-Preparing a small bouquet of pink flowers, he wanted to present them to her to make a good impression since they would be working together from now on

-On the day of the heist, he went to look for her with the flowers in hand

-When he found her with Tsuchigomori, he immediately went to hide behind a wall

-Kou peeked over and noticed that they were talking about the heist

-Would right now be a good time to give them?

-He stopped peeking to gather himself together before deciding to head over, feeling nervous

-Only to realize that the moment he let them out of his sight, they were already gone

-Darn, he missed his chance

-Well, it will be okay. He could see them again at the heist itself

-He tucked the flowers in his pockets

-The location of the heist was at a hotel owned by Akane

-Kou heard from Teru that Hanako would go steal from Akane from time to time

-He couldn't help but wonder how the gem collector was dealing with the situation

-Night time arrived and a small crowd gathered

-Not too many people knew of Hanako yet but already there were a few reporters at the scene and word had spread

-Kou was looking around when he accidentally bumped into someone

-"Hey! Watch the camera, Lame-ass Traffic safety Earring!"

-Kou: "Oh sorry--wait what?"

-Kou looked to see a pink haired boy with a scarf and camera on. He seemed to be around Kou's age

-Kou: "Do you know who you're talking to?"

-Mitsuba: "No. Should I?"

-Wow, this guy was testing his patience

-Kou: "Geez. Look at my uniform. I'm a police officer."

-Mitsuba: "Okay, police officer. Now could you let me go? I gotta take photos for the papers."

-Kou's eyes widened as he looked down at Mitsuba's camera he's holding

-Kou: "Oh! Are you a photographer?"

-Mitsuba: "Well I'm a journalist but I guess--"

-Kou: "THAT'S SO COOL! Sorry for bumping into your camera! What's your name?"

-Mitsuba was surprised at Kou's outburst. He felt a little embarassed all of a sudden.

-Mitsuba: "....Mitsuba Sousuke."

-Kou: "I'm Minamoto Kou! Nice to meet you! I can't wait to see all of your work!"

-Mitsuba: "I've done a few already but I'm still new at my job so my writing isn't that great."

-Kou: "That's okay! My reading isn't that great either!"

-Kou gave a thumbs up at that.

-Mitsuba: "Reading and writing are two different things. Also, I don't think you should be proud of that pff"

-Kou: "Hm? Is that so?"

-Mitsuba: "Anyways, I'll be going to the hotel rooftop to take pictures of the cityscape from there. Would you like to come along? There should still be time before the heist"

-Kou: "Sure! Let's go!"

-And so they are both at the rooftop chattering away as Mitsuba took photos with his camera

-Kou: "Huh so you like taking pictures of animals and landscape stuff. How about photos of people?"

-Mitsuba: "I do take them as well. The papers get way more media attention that way anyways."

-Kou: "How about taking one of me? I'll be the ultimate subject! Just call it 'Police Officer Minamoto Kou Makes His Debut'!"

-Mitsuba: "Hm....No thank you."

-Kou: "Aw come on! I want to be in the papers!"

-Kou tried to grab the camera from Mitsuba

-Mitsuba: "Hey wait a minute!"

-Kou: "Just a bit!"

-"Two gentlemen fighting on the rooftop? That's quite dangerous."

-Kou and Mitsuba looked over to find the the phantom thief Hanako standing near the edge of the roof

-When did he get there?

-Oh wait, did the heist start already?!

-They lost track of time!

-Kou: "Hanako!"

-Hanako: "I will be taking the treasure~"

-Hanako showed them the jewel in his hand.

-Kou: "Oh no you don't!"

-Kou rushed towards him and Hanako just dodged Kou's attacks, keeping the jewel out of reach

-As they got closer to the edge of the building, a sudden strong gust of wind burst forth

-Knocking the jewel out of Hanako's hand

-and the pink flowers from Kou's pocket

-Ah. The flowers. Kou completely forgot about them

-Both items were being blown away far apart from each other and off the roof

-Kou: "Oh no the flowers!!"

-That was Kou's immediate response

-Hanako ran and jumped to grab the flowers, dismissing the jewel

-He just jumped off the roof without a thought

-That madlad

-Kou's body moved and he managed to reach and grab onto Hanako's legs to prevent his fall from the roof

-Hanako was a bit heavy so Kou was having trouble lifting him up and they were right at the edge

-Mitsuba grabbed onto Kou and they both were able to lift Hanako up to safety

-Kou was shocked at Hanako's sudden move

-Kou: "Why did you just risk your life for a bunch of flowers?!"

-He couldn't understand

-Hanako also let that jewel drop!

-Hanako: "These are important to you, no?"

-Kou was rendered speechless at Hanako's words

-What kind of thief was that considerate?

-Hanako: "I'm sure you wanted to give these to someone. Also, I got my equipment on me so I wouldn't have fell to my death but thank you anyways"

-Hanako handed the flowers back to Kou and took a bow

-A racket of footsteps and shouts came from the door leading to the rooftop

-Hanako: "Welp, time's up, my fellow gentlemen. Perhaps we'll meet again~"

-Hanako escaped using his smoke bomb as a smoke screen

-Kou and Mitsuba coughed through it and once the smoke cleared, Hanako was gone

-The door slammed open to reveal a frantic Akane, panicked Yashiro, and a curious Aoi

-Akane: "AAAAAA NOOOOO we're too late!"

-Kou: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

-Yashiro: "Hanako made off with the jewel!"

-Kou: "Wait but I saw the jewel drop down the building. I apologize about--"

-Akane: "That must have been a fake! I prepared fake copies but he saw through my plan and still stole them anyways. He already stole the real one when I wasn't looking, since it was in a different location. That bastard thief!"

-Kou:

-Kou: "HAAAH?! Wait, why didn't I know about this??"

-Mitsuba: "Ahhh drama between the police and the gem collector once again. Why do you guys think he managed to get away?"

-Aoi: "So the rumors about Hanako were true! He's a clever mastermind!"

-Akane: "Ao-chan praising that thief....oh no no no no no that charmer did not just--"

-(Inside Akane's head of delusional fantasies):

-Aoi: "Hanako-sama! Please take me with you!"

-Hanako: "My dear sweet lady, I shall come for you as my next prize~"

[They fly and get farther away as Akane runs after them]

-Akane: [reaches out] "AO-CHAN! NO WAIT I LOVE YOU!"

-Aoi: "Hm 1 point~. Farewell Akane-kun! Please forget about me. I'm eloping with him now ♡"

[End of delusion]

-Akane: 'AAAAAAAA NO THAT CANNOT HAPPEN! IT ALL BACKFIRED!! I should not have brought Ao-chan here...Now I gotta watch out for not just that Teru bastard but also him aaaargh!'

-They were all staring at Akane leaning against the wall, agonizing

-Akane: [mumbling] " 'If we met under different circumstances, we could have been friends' my ass you thief, not when you're flirting with Ao-chan you son of a-"

-Kou: "Uh...is he okay? He's been leaning against that wall, mumbling weird stuff"

-Aoi: "He'll be okay ♡. Akane-kun's a big boy"

-Mitsuba nudged Kou

-Mitsuba: "Minamoto-kun, there's something you want to do, right?"

Kou: "Huh? Oh! Right!"

-Kou approached Yashiro who was zoning out, looking a bit troubled

-Yashiro: [mumbling to herself] "Aah~ I can't believe I got lost again...it's a good thing I found Akane-kun and Aoi along the way"

-Kou: "Um! Senpai!"

-Yashiro snapped out of her thoughts

-Yashiro: "Me?"

-Kou: "My name is Minamoto Kou. I'm a new police officer in the workforce so I'll be in your care! These are for you!"

-Kou handed the pink flowers over to Yashiro

-Yashiro: [smiles brightly as she received them] "Thank you! They're so pretty! I think I've seen you around. I'm Yashiro Nene. It will be a pleasure working with you!"

-Kou flustered as steam came out of his head and his heart felt like an arrow shot through it

-He may have developed a slight crush

-Kou: "Y-you're welcome! And I-I look forward to it too!"

-Kou turned around to see Mitsuba, trying to distract himself

-Kou: "Mitsuba! Did you get any good pictures?"

-Mitsuba, taking a look at his camera, smiled to himself

-He had taken a few photos of Kou without him realizing

-Mistuba: "Mhm. I sure did~"

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-As Hanako walked casually through an alleyway, he heard footsteps coming closer and he stopped

-He didn't have to look back to know who it is

-This happened often enough after all

-Hanako smiled

-Hanako: "Of all the people who could actually capture me if serious, you sure don't really take me seriously."

-He turned anyways to face the person responsible for the noises

-Hanako: "Great detective Tsuchigomori."

-Tsuchigomori stood in the alleyway as Hanako figured, looking at him nonchalantly

-Hanako: "What is this, a game of catch and release?"

-Tsuchigomori: "Hmph so you really did go this way. There wouldn't be many people here after all. It's a good escape route."

-Hanako: "Why didn't you tell the police?"

-Tsuchigomori: "They need to learn for themselves. Seriously incompetent if they can't capture a single person. Besides, I realized there's more to your stealing. I haven't figured out why exactly though."

-Hanako: "Oho I see. So that's what you care about. Curious?"

-Tsuchigomori: "I'm too busy for that now. I have an apprentice to look after....who apparently got lost since she's supposed to be with me..."

-Hanako: "Oh? You have an apprentice?"

-Tsuchigomori: "I'm showing her the ropes for now. And then, she'll be taking over my place to capture you."

-Hanako: "What, great detective? Aw, I'll miss you! Things won't be the same"

-Tsuchigomori: "Oh don't worry. You'll find her to be quite a persistent one."

-Hanako: "Heh~ Interesting!"

-Hanako vanished from sight using his fancy garment and smoke bomb for the second time, saying one last thing.

-Hanako: "I'll keep that in mind."

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hananene #tbhk #jshk #hanako kun #minamoto kou #yashiro nene #akane aoi #aoi akane #mitsuba sousuke #tsuchigomori #jshk scenario #fanfic #jshk au

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b000mbayah · 3 years

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Warnings: I wrote this last year when I was dumb so ignore how putrid it is :)

Word count: 2k

Snow gliding through the sky as it piles up on the concrete streets. The sky is cloudy as a mist fogs up our surroundings. Streets of Seoul full of people looking for gifts for relatives. The festive holiday is coming up and people are able to spend the day with loved ones. I used to be one of those people.

I lost my true love a month ago. It was a stupid argument over the most irrelevant thing imaginable, I was just so fuming at the time that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. It was a trap, either way I was screwed. If I had continued the argument it would have worsened and if I had stopped earlier she still would have left me.

I could see in her eyes that she was broken due to the amount of times I've done this to her. I broke her again... I've broken her for the last time, and now she's gone.

If I had said sorry she would have left, if I begged she would have left, if I had just stopped myself from shouting in the first place. She's scared of me now, her eyes so full of fear as she trembled on the spot. I'll never forget the way she looked at me every time.

The following mornings were full of me proving to her that I loved her whether she wanted it or not. I would have done anything to make her forgive my foolish actions, couldn't do that last month though. It all seems pointless, love. I mean there are positive and negative outlooks on love.

Love can fill you with pure joy and excitement to the point that you forget the numbness that you'll feel after it's over with.

It leaves you broken as if you're a ship with treasure that crashes onto land, losing all its precious moments and times as everything inside spills out, never to be found again.

There are more negatives to love than positives and I swear that I'll never forget her, she was the one I loved most and I let go of her hand, I let her slip and now she's gone.

watching her on stage made me cry every time, hearing the news JYP sent out made me depressed... hearing that she had to have a break from her schedules made me feel guilty.

I look around my room as I retreat away from the window, empty takeaway boxes and cans all around my room. My eyes droop down to my phone on the floor.

Cautiously, I crouch down and pick the electronic up off of the ground. I bite my lip as all my notifications pop up. Multiple miss calls and text messages from all my contacts.

I tap on my messages to see hundreds upon hundreds of messages from my contacts, all of my contacts had text me, all but one. The one that had deleted my number, I refuse to delete hers though, it contains too many memories for me to simply release into a void.

I gulp as I click onto Jihyo's contacts as our last conversation over the phone comes up. All of this was just before the final argument. I was questioning where she was and when she'd get home. She was only practicing with her other members in their dance studio, I let my jealousy get the best of me, again..

I throw the phone at the wall as I got dressed and headed out, I can't say in my apartment forever. I forced myself out the door for the building and into the chilly winter breeze. I inhaled and exhaled the fresh air before taking steps towards the supermarket.

Layers of trampled snow surround the street. As I pass shops I take a simple look inside.

"Y/N!" I turn on my heel to be greeted with my best friend running up to me, a member of twice. I let out a broken smile as sana springs up to me with a massive grin and arms open.

Within seconds she gives me a bone crushing hug. ''y/n, please tell me you're okay?" sana rushes in a speed faster than chaeyoungs rapping skills.

"yeah, I'm just.... Upset about the situation" I frown as she gives me a look of sadness. She nods her head and opens her mouth, "I'm upset as well, I really liked you two together" sana smiles at her words as I gulp, she really liked us together?

"I've been trying to contact you for weeks and weeks but nothing, please may I take you to dinner? You look like you haven't been eating the correct amount of food, I need to stuff you up I time for Christmas" sana says with a worried tone

"s-sure" I stutter out as she grabs my hand and takes me through crowds of people that surround the streets and up to a fancy restaurant where richer people would dine. "w-we cat eat here, it's to expensive, I don't want to cost you that much money"

"no y/n, it's okay, it's nothing really only a few hundred. My clothes are worth more than this'' sana giggles out as she gets us a table with a view of a frozen pond. It took us what? Twenty minutes to get here for a view I'd a pond with what's most likely to be frozen fish inside. I'm not complaining but like those poor fish...

"Take your time, when you're ready to order please ring this bell" a waiter explains as she hands us the menus. We thank her before she walks away.

"what do you fancy getting?" sama asks as I scan the menu's dishes. "urm, the... Mmmm"

"steak?" sana asks me as u nod and go along with the choice. Sana hums as she also decides on what she's getting. I ring the bell as the waiter from before comes back with a pen and notepad.

"what can I get for you ladies?" they ask as sana gives him the order. He bows and leaves us. I turn my head to sana who's wearing a permanent smile right now.

"please come round to our dorm, the girls miss you" I tilt my head before nodding.

"sure but I may have to avoid jihyo" sana frowns at my words but nods her head.

Soon after the meal I ended up at the dorm. Still have no idea how I'm going to deal with this but I'm just going to have to hope for the best I guess. Sana pushes the door open silently, we take our shoes off before continuing on. As we creeped up on tzuyu, even though there was no point, I managed to make eye contact with momo who was eating the packet of cookies I had sent her months ago. She must be really far behind in her food gifts if she's only eating them now.

I place a finger to my own lips as she nods and watches with curiosity filling her eyes.

As we were practically behind Tzuyu we both leap at the same time, causing tzuyu to let out a yelp as we all tumble to the floor. I let out a giggle as tzuyu groans due to the impact. "Get off of me you pathe- y/n?" tzuyu changes the subject half way through as notices me. I smile and give her a small wave. "what are you doing here?" she questions looking at me like she's trying to read me.

oh so I'm a book now????

"I invited her-" I cut sana off, "she dragged me here, oh it was awful, she demanded it and she explained how she would burn down my house and throw me in a ditch if I didn't come" I dramatically say as sana huffs out a gush of air.

"alright then... If you say so but please get off of me, you're both killing me" tzuyu states as we stand back up, dusting ourselfs off.

We enter the living room to see everyone here, including Jihyo...

"Y/N!" everyone in the room exclaims but Sana, Tzuyu and Jihyo. I somehow become covered with six different females as they squeeze me like a teddy bear. Once they all release me, I give them a wide smile and bow as they copy my action.

"y/n, how have you been? We've been busy with-" and I couldn't hear anything dahyun was saying, I am way more focused on Jihyo. Her expression is unreadable as she gulps from time to time. her eyes dart around to find an excuse to leave but nothing comes to her mind.

As soon as she looks up we lock eye contact. I forgot how much I loved those eyes, her eyes show dedication, passion, strength, love... All the things I wish I had. I probably sound whipped for her and the truth is, I am. I would do anything for us to get back together but that wont happen.

"right y/n?" I break eye contact as I respond with a simple nod since my throat is sore from all the crying and screaming I've been doing. I really have been beating myself up over this break up.

"I said that her hair looked like a donkey on steroi-" and blank out again as I make eye contact once again with Jihyo. Only this time we break it for a few seconds before reuniting our eyes.

Without me or Jihyo noticing, Tzuyu manages to take the other members away to give us alone time. Once we realise they're gone an awkward situation is placed between us...

"how have you been?" she begins as she examines the pictures hung on the walls. "pretty bad, you?" I respond as she gulps down on air. "same, what's your reason?"

I freeze, thinking on if should I tell her the truth or not? There's nothing wrong with the truth. "if I'm honest... I've been beating myself up about the breakup, I'm deeply sorry for how I treated you Jihyo. That month I had spent alone had given me time to reflect on my behaviour and what I have done" Jihyo looks at me with an interested look but there's also something else there. "continue..."

"the way I treated you during that relationship was completely irresponsible, I had spent that entire month locked up in my apartment crying about what I had done, I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't bring myself to forget about it and I'm sorry if I'm invading your personal space by being here but I really hope that one day you can forgive me" my voice goes shaky towards the end as tears form in the corner of my eyes. Jihyo looks me up and down, about to say something when the door opens up.

I watch as a male walks up to Jihyo, I could only see the back of his head as he's asking her questions before turning around to face me. RM? "she doesn't want to see you, please leave her alone she has me now."

My eyes widen in shock but I bow and apologise once again before rushing out crying again. I rush past the other members who share a look of concern before chase after me calling my name. I ignore them though and continue to rush my way out of that place, not wanting to be there anymore due to the once sweet but now awful memories I have there.

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zombiiesque · 3 years

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Nocturne Alchemy Halloween 2019 - Part Two

Originally published 10/10/2019

Hey y'all! Gonna dive right into these scents, today I'm reviewing the Resurgence scents that I have from the Nocturne Alchemy Halloween LC release. If you'd like to read my reviews of the new releases I chose, you can click here. NAlloween has always, and likely always will, be my favorite Limited Collection they do! I have so many treasures in my Halloween box.

Scarlet Bat - Red Sugar, Crimson Musk, Black Tea Leaves, Neroli-sugar, and NA Black Patchouli Absolute. Okay, my friend Heather picked this one up before I did last year, and she fell head over heels for it. I was already eying it, because I had two previous Vampire Patchouli Bats that I loved, and it had Crimson in it. It had to be a gimme. Like this year's Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat, it was a stunner right out of the mail - and it's only gotten better as it ages. Seriously, it's utterly fabulous. Slinky and sexy, and I think even if you ordinarily don't like patchouli, you might find yourself surprised by this one. Put simply, this is sugared red musk and patchouli. Crimson is a softer red musk than Kashmir, but there's almost a spiciness to it. This just warms up on the skin and reaches out, pulls you in. I crave this one when I haven't worn it in a while. For me, my two favorites of the Vampire Patchouli Bats are the Bourbon, and Scarlet. Neither is to be missed. And I don't find it to be like anything I have in my collection, either.

V by Thoth - Incense, Sweetened spices of Cardamom, Cinnamon, Allspice and clove swirled with Vanilla pods, Ghost Musk and Copal Resin. V was a fan favorite last year - and for good reason. It's part of a set of 7 perfumes, each one designed by a House of NA perfumer. I remembered that I have another favorite Halloween perfume that Thoth did: Frank's Monster. I love that one, so I was pretty excited when I saw V was done by Thoth, too. Y'all, I have a lot of incense perfumes. They're something I just can't resist. Okay, confession time: I did love this one, I thought it was a beautiful perfume, but I didn't really get it until I pulled it back out after aging it over the year. I thought I perhaps had similar perfumes...well. I was wrong. I tried it again a few weeks ago, when the weather started to cool down here in Florida, and it absolutely floored me. It was like I was experiencing a whole new perfume - this is positively SPECTACULAR. Very, very different from my other incense perfumes, and it might just be my favorite yet. I don't know what Ghost Musk is, but if it's that beautiful musk I'm smelling here, I could go for a full 10ml bottle of it. It reminds me a bit of Egyptian Musk, but not quite as sweet - very clean, and very appealing - floaty. I think that's it, and if so....Y'ALL, PLEASE MAKE THIS I WANT IT! Hahaha. I think I might like Ghost Musk better than Cemetery Musk, and I love that one too. Anyway - I'm dwelling. This is balanced against a light incense, and the spices are very much in the background, just a nice warm hum of support. But the copallll. I'm sure everyone knows copal rules my world, when we discuss favorite notes. It adds a lovely smoky, slightly sweet depth to this. I'm fully mesmerized. Thoth has outdone himself. I think this is backup worthy. So, a lesson to be had here, and one I realize quite often - if you don't really love something, put it aside for a while, and see what happens when you return to it. And I want to reiterate, I really did like this - but I didn't see, last year, what I was supposed to see with it - aging it and trying it when the weather was a little cooler and dryer really changed my perspective of it, and now it's become an obsession and a Halloween favorite. If you were looking at this one and wondering if you need it - let me ask, do you like musk and incense? If so, you'd better run and get this before it goes away.

The Mummy Returns - Patchouli, Vetiver, Australian Sandalwood, Cardamom, Frankincense, Myrrh, Rock Rose, Labdanum, Siam Benzoin and Tonka Bean. I made a little mistake, and it's the first time I've ever done this. I usually have a solid idea of what I have in my boxes, particularly my Halloween box, but I ordered The Mummy Returns this year thinking I missed it last year, but after my order came in, I was digging into my Halloween box and pulled out....an aged bottle of The Mummy Returns. Yep. So I'll be putting up my new one for swap. At any rate, it just really proved to me about the differences aging makes in Nocturne Alchemy's perfumes, so I kind of enjoyed realizing the contrasts! The Mummy Returns is a resin lover's dream. It's a deep, dark, witchy scent. I love the balance between the sweeter notes, like the myrrh and cardamom, and the woods. I'm writing this based on my aged bottle, and it's just so....well, at the risk of sounding dramatic, it's deep and mystical, and I'll probably be using this for my rituals, I feel such a connection to it. I couldn't tell you how, but it's something I've smelled before - there's some memory I haven't tapped into yet. I find it to be comfortingly familiar, but at the same time, it feels solemn and sacred. If you are nervous of vetiver, as I am sometimes, it's not a note that stands out a lot here, I can barely discern it when I'm huffing at my wrists. So yes, The Mummy Returns is quite an intense experience for me, but I definitely would recommend this in a heartbeat if you, too, love resinous, woody scents with a little sweetness to them. It's a beautiful perfume. It lasts quite a long time on the skin, too - more than eight hours, and I would say it's on the stronger side, so try it sparingly at first, unless you love to slather like I do.

A Change of Heart – Copal Resin, Shiraz Wine accord, Kashmir Absolute, Indian Oudh, Leather accord and burning embers. This bottle actually was gifted to me by my friend Heather. When I first got it, the leather seemed a little loud on my skin - and that made me nervous, because I was thinking it would be more like Hokum, which is a snuggly, sueded leather. But I figured I'd put it away, and let it age - and it would probably balance itself out. Well, that's exactly what happened. This is one of those scents that you can identify the various notes, if you're familiar enough with them - but they compliment each other so well, they're seamless together. It's definitely a chilly day scent, I did try to wear it in the summer and I don't recommend that - it just doesn't do well in the humidity of Florida. But it's great throughout fall and winter - like the leather in Hokum, this is a snuggly, easy to wear leather, and the copal, wine, and red musk of Kashmir just meld together so well. The wine is sweet, and a nice foil - definitely not a sharp note. I do love the way NA does their wine notes. I'm actually kind of wanting to pick up She Could Raise The Dead, which also features a wine and leather combination - reviews are really intriguing for that, too. And I have totally fallen for both Hokum and A Change Of Heart, so I think I might need it! The copal is of course my favorite note ever - it's a little sweet, sticky, and resinous - and also a bit smoky. This really accentuates the smoky oudh when it starts to shine in long drydown. I'm not sure I am doing this one justice - it really is unusual, and striking. Leather was a death note for me previous to NA - I simply could not wear it. If I tried to put on a perfume that had leather as a note, it would take over on my skin - and I couldn't get away from it. But these soft leathers (vegan, by the way!) that Nocturne Alchemy uses are very wearable for me, and I really am enjoying being able to wear it!

Pirate Rum - Bay Rum and a Chypre of Lavender, Chamomile, Pirate Ship Cedarwood and Siberian Fir Needle with a touch of French Vanilla and Oak. I got this one for my fiance, as the notes reminded me a bit of his beloved Ghost Ship. I can only give you a brief impression of this as to how it smells on him, but I thought someone might be interested in hearing that, so I'm including it! So on him, the bay rum is a nice, round spicy scent. If you're thinking Old Spice, push that right out of your head - this is dark and sexy, and nothing like that old standby. Much more complex and well done. The woods in this are the perfect balance against the bay rum, and the chypre is clean, but not at all feminine, so don't let that lavender scare you. I love this on him. Long drydown is a deep, warm spice against weathered, well aged wood. Very appealing! I tried a drop on me, and it's very different with my skinistry. I get a lot more of the chypre and chamomile, the spice of the bay rum is sedated a bit. I think it might come out more with age, if you wanted to wear it as a unisex scent, though. It is there, it's just not as evident as it was on him. The wood notes are gorgeous - I loooove that fir and cedarwood against the slightly herbal chypre on me. I will say, I much prefer this on him right now.

And a bonus - Halloween 2020, which was given out as a sample with orders for this release. It's also available in the All Hallows' Eve section as part of the Permanent Collection, so if you love this, you can even get a big 10ml bottle! Notes: A special All Hallows’ Eve blend of 7 Sandalwoods (Hawaiian, Indian, Australian, New Caledonia, Indian Santalum Album, Karnataka Sandalwood, African Sandalwood (Baphia Nitida), Cardamom essential oil, Clove essential oil, Bourbon Vanille Absolute, Bastet Amber Absolute, smoked sandalwood infused with oak and pine smoke in the NA Studio. There was also a beautiful frosted black bottle, a special edition, along with Halloween 2018 and Halloween 2019, in frosted red and orange bottles, in the Halloween LCs this year. I had a feeling I was going to love this one right away - and I do. SEVEN. SANDALWOODS. 7, y'all! Now this will likely change and get even better with age, but my first impression of this? It is like a sister scent to Bastet Halloween 2016, which is one of my favorite PC scents. The spices in that definitely have a similar feel to the cardamom and clove in Halloween 2020, and of course the presence of Bastet Amber, one of my soul scents, is a star here, too. But those sandalwoods. So smooth. I'm making my way through that 2ml sample alarmingly quickly. Right now I'm not getting much of the smoke on my skin, but the clove starts out a little strongly when it's first applied. Once it warms up and sinks into my skin though, the other notes come out to play, and the clove sinks into the background to add a little spicy kick with the warmth of the cardamom. Beautiful for fall, truly. Brings to mind blue, blue skies, bright leaves, wispy white clouds. A fluffy scarf wrapped around your neck as you explore a farmer's market. That's the picture I have in my head when I huff at my wrist. I'll be reaching for this frequently. I can't really differentiate all the sandalwoods, but the blending of them reminds me just a bit of my beloved Pyramid Santalum. I think if you wanted more smoke, you could layer this with Titanosaurus - or if you wanted to really play up the sandalwoods, you could add even more Santalum or Pyramid Santalum, or Pteranodon. Hey, never enough sandalwood, am I right?

And that wraps up the second half of my NAlloween choices. Did you read the first half? What perfumes did you choose from this release? What are your favorites? I'm thinking about going back for one or two more, there are so many that caught my eye!

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thirstyandbeautiful · 4 years

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I'm back, I'm horny, I'm head over heels for two men. Had a lot of fun writing the soft saturday piece and then you said you were into that 'nasty possessive baby making sex' so bam this happened, what I'd call the aftermath of said baby making sex. Xx mafia anon

"Look at her, all dressed up for us." A voice wakes you from your peaceful rest on the window seat. Daniel's voice.

"Don't wake her up, she needs the rest in her condition." Your eyes flutter open and you smile, relieved to have your husbands home after a whole week of them being away on business. Usually you would have gone with them, but you had to protect something far more important.

"Too late, welcome home my darlings." Rising slowly, carefully placing a hand on your stomach, you walk across the room. Your husbands are by your side before you've even made it three steps, guiding you to the bed. "One; I'm still capable of walking on my own. Two; I just had a nap I don't need more sleep."

"Who said anything about sleeping? Seems like a waste to not enjoy you looking so beautiful." Michael's comment has you blushing and aroused. But he is right, you are beautiful - hair down, dressed in the most stunning dress (black, floor length, tight around your bust but lose and flowy below that), and four months pregnant. With twins. "Lean into our husband's arms treasure, let me make you feel good." He pushes your skirts up, exposing how naked you are underneath, calling you beautiful in the soft tone that had you falling in love the moment you met.

Michael doesn't hestitate to dive in, licking stripes across your clit as you writhe in Daniel's arms. You've been needing their touch since they left days ago, especially down there, and now you have them within reach again. Your moans are sweet, intensifying when Michael licks inside you and Daniel caresses your stomach. It takes almost nothing for you to cum, smiling softly as you enjoy the pleasure.

Michael moves out from between your legs, pulling your dress back down over your legs. "How much did you miss me?" You ask when he sits next to you.

"So much, we had each other but knowing you were here, looking so beautiful was torture." Daniel adds on that he'd driven them back home from the airport as fast as he could, not wanting to waste another second being away from you.

"I need ice cream." The random comment falls from your lips. "Don't look at me like that, I don't control the cravings."

Michael proposes dinner first, then ice cream. You agree and the three of you straighten out your suits and dress before making your way downstairs.

Your husbands tell you about the business trip over dinner, keeping you in the loop of their dealings, valuing your input on how plans can be optimised.

You get your promised ice cream, taking the entire tub and spoons from the kitchen and cradling it upstairs. On the way up you get the feeling you're being watched, leaning over the banister a floor above stands Charles. "Evening Charles."

"Bonsoir madame." Charles is sweet, exceptionally polite, but best of all he makes Daniel so jealous and possessive of you. Every damn time. The moment your bedroom door closes you're pushed against it and Daniel's kissing your neck, his hands running over your body. You want him to touch you so bad, but you have plans so you push him away.

"Ice cream first, then I might let you fuck me." You saunter over to the bed, sitting in the middle, dropping the spoons in your lap. "Don't worry I'll share." That's when your game begins, with each mouthfull you moan loudly, imitating the noises you make when they're inside you. Michael clearly knows what you're playing at, as he joins you, taking a spoon from you and kissing you between spoonfulls. Daniel's left by the door, getting harder by the second in his tailored suit. In the end he can't take it anymore, stalking across the room and taking the final spoon. He's silent, by visually teasing with the way his tongue licks the ice cream.

Soon enough the tub is empty and all three of you are so so turned on. You turn to Michael, kissing him hard, climbing into his lap, grinding down on him, dragging out moans from you both. You almost cum from the friction when you're pulled off of Michael by Daniel. "Enough with the teasing darling, I need you so bad." He's losing the shirt jacket as he speaks, revealing his rolled up shirt sleeves.

"I need you too, need you inside me." Daniel pulls his trousers down to his knees, then pulls you into his lap while lifting your skirts up, sitting you on his dick. "That's it sweetheart, ride my dick." You rise off and lower down on his dick over and over, moaning each time he fills you. "Beautiful angel, carrying our babies, don't want him looking at you like that. That fucking Monaco boy was staring right at your tits, if you didn't like him so much I'd throw him in the river." His voice is dripping in jealousy. "You're ours and no one else's." With his final claiming statement he cums inside you, grabbing your hips hard and stopping you from moving. When he's done he lets go of you, and you climb off into Michael's waiting arms.

"Hi treasure."

"Hi."

"You two sure know how to put on a show, can you make me feel good too?" You nod eagerly. "Take off the dress, face down ass up for me." Michael takes off his own suit while you undress yourself, then waits while you get into position.

Michael starts slow, he always does when he's fucking you from behind. His fingers test your wetness by sliding into you, then he slides into you, pushing his full length inside you. He doesn't fuck you he uses you, hands holding your waist tight as he uses each thurst to go as deep as he can. It doesn't take much for you to cum, already close from Daniel, and the sensation of your walls tightening is enough to make Michael cum.

You hadn't noticed Daniel leave while you fucked Michael, but he's back by your side almost as soon as you roll over to lie on your back. "Quick shower then we'll go to sleep."

After the shower, you're lying in bed, dressed in a soft nightgown, when you feel a jab from within your stomach. "One of the babies just kicked."

"What?" Daniel and Michael talk at the same time, both sitting up startled. You push yourself up and upon feeling the baby again you grab their hands and guide them to touch your baby bump. The baby that had been kicking kicks again, but harder, right where their hands are.

"Looks like one of our babies decided to say hello." You can't help but laugh when you feel a kick from the other side. "And there's the other one."

omg this is so hot. i think the whole 3way with them makes the breeding!kink so much hotter cause you don’t even know which one knocked you up.

im so happy im not the only one in an aussie daddies mood- cause mood. and i promise i will have the mafia au next week and eventually that’ll include the babymaking maybe

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT iS COMING IN FIFTEEN MINUTES? PART 7.

#w #hoe fairy #australian daddy express #plus the new blond kid #fic #mi #dr

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Ateez in Seoul, 8 and 9 February 2020

Olympic Hall at Olympic Park

No one will believe this but I actually had my holiday with @flywithturtles planned before I knew the dates coincided with Ateez's Seoul concert dates. But it's true! I have the WhatsApp conversations to prove it!! Anyway I secured the tickets and all was well.

This is the first concert I've been to where they were handing out masks, making sure everyone had hand sanitizer and checking temperatures as you entered. Haha. Well they also checked our temperature going into the Line Friends store that day so, that's corona virus life. I was actually really worried the concerts would be cancelled, given so many other events have been, so it was a relief that it went ahead.

Structurally this is the same as the show I saw in August last year, after Wave/Illusion: starting hard with pirates, a lighter middle section, and a mythology-heavy last third. And then the encore which went for ages.

What's great to see is that the gaps and pacing downsides of the previous year have been corrected and improved. The pacing has been tightened up, the banter and ments flow much more smoothly and the show just feels very professional and well run.

Here's my post about last year's show: https://popliar.tumblr.com/post/187095347758/ateez-in-sydney-11-aug-2019

It's a shock to realise they've only been around one year four months but they were able to fill out a full 2.5 hour set, every song solid. And KQ spent proper money on this, the production was good - it's not like LAVISH but there were good stages and fancy screens and new VCRs and plenty of back up dancers, and it all worked well. There were maybe too many fireworks on the first night (I hate it when it obstructs the choreo) but they'd adjusted well on the second night.

Surprising but welcome - they had English subs for some of the ments. I don't think they were "live" subs because sometimes they'd get ahead of what the members were saying. But it was helpful. Even without them, body language and tone says a lot. Though I'm regretful that I don't understand Seonghwa's acrostic poems or all of their stupid jokes lol.

The show is called Fellowship and they leaned into it hard, asking Atiny to be part of their shared journey and to stick with them forever. It's a familiar refrain from other shows, but each time I find it both surprising and effective - this very overt, explicitly stated entreaty to be a fan, to enter into this imagined relationship, the appeal to reciprocity. "We've made you happy, make us happy too, be with us and we'll be with you."

But you can know a thing and it can still be effective. I did love the shows. I want them to be happy too!

A list of observations and random things:

Spoilers follow, I'd put it behind a cut but I can't figure out how on mobile haha

OK REALLY SPOILERS NOW

-first VCR to open the show expanded on the Treasure theme.

-Desire opens with blindfold choreo. Was this a gift for me? THANK U.

-for Lights, they had cute moments where they held up little speech bubbles over each others heads. They paired up with Hongjoong and Mingi, San and Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Yunho, and Yeosang and Jongho. Both nights, Woosan held hands. On the second night Yunho held Seonghwa's hand and Seonghwa was like a shy maiden. Mingi and Hongjoong had very strong flirty energy. Yeosang and Jongho are cute.

-the VCR in between part 1 pirates and part 2 fun boys showed what felt like a series of different dimensions? An ocean, a mountain, fields of flowers, cosmic surrealism, etc. As though each of them was alone somewhere in time and space.

-During If without you, they threw out balls to the crowd as gifts (mini riots ensued). Mingi put the empty basket on his head both nights, what a beautiful fool.

-Night 1 was the first time with the light stick! Hongjoong announced its official name: Lightiny (light of destiny) but also Tinybong lololol. The light stick is super pretty. I was tempted but didn't have time the first night. The second night it was sold out when I arrived!!!

-The VCR in between parts 2 and 3 is the really intriguing one. It paired them up into the Lights pairs again. Yeosang and Jongho searched for each other in a hall of billowing drapes. Mingi and Hongjoong were rockstars (with great lipstick). San and Wooyoung were mirrorverse versions of each other. Yunho and Seonghwa put together the pieces of a puzzle in a set that reminded me of both Treasure and Wonderland.

-In the intro to Say My Name on the first night, Hongjoong went halfway down the stairs then turned around, went back and grabbed his mic, then went down again lol. The second night he very firmly took his mic before descending the stairs lol.

-The final VCR before the encore showed them uncovering items on pedestals as though in a museum: a camera, a gramophone, a painting, a book of poetry by Yeats... Then they all created a painting together. When viewed through a red screen (like the puzzles in their albums) the pattern revealed a compass. They then all showed their wrists to reveal each had a compass tattoo.... WHAT IS THIS OT8 SOULMARK FIC!!!!!

-They said they had planned for every audience member to have this compass stamp (the Fellowship again) but it was cancelled due to health concerns. But we could see it with our true eyes, right???? On the second night, the 99s swarmed Seonghwa at this point to try to look down his shirt. I see. I see. (Later on Hongjoong also tried to peek into Mingi's shirt also fine just fine.)

-Early in the show Hongjoong said there would be clues through the show about the next steps in their concept/narrative. The hourglass and compass were very recurrent but these are not new. Hmm. I wonder.

-In one ment on night 1, Jongho spoke to all his hyungs informally and it was HILARIOUS. He did something similar on the second night, patting Yunho on the head and pinching Wooyoung's chin etc.

-During Star 1117 on the first night, Hongjoong and San started crying. Then in the following ment, they and Yunho and Wooyoung were crying, and Seonghwa and Jongho were teary. Yunho cried so hard (missing his grandfather!) that during Hongjoong's ment, Mingi quietly went over and gave him a towel. There were like five members in between that he passed to give him the towel, it was so sweet I'll cry. Night 2 felt more joyful and upbeat.

-Some ppl really left way too early like before the encore. The encore is half an hour long omg! You missed out on so many songs!!!!!

-On night 1 between main set and encore the crowd didn't quite know what to do. Huge kudos to the fans who led some cheers otherwise it would have been so quiet. Second night was better and also they kept the light sticks on while we were waiting which added to the atmosphere.

-They didn't sell a couple of sections in the hall at all, they were curtained off. It's interesting to think BTS had their first Muster here at around the same point in their careers. Like BTS, Ateez too are more popular globally than at home. They were beaten quite handily in voting on music shows by SF9 this comeback, who are more popular at home than internationally.

-It is great being in a huge fandom like BTS but also you know this is actually a great time to stan a group like Ateez. They're big enough to be exciting and have good shows, they are interesting and still developing, they're still playing intimate venues... They're good!!!!!

-A few of them had fake neck tattoos. San helpfully labeled himself "San" on the second night lol.

-Hongjoong briefly went off stage during sunrise On night 2. Hopefully just a technical issue.

-Treasure and Precious choreo start and end in the same place, echoing their musical connection.

-They had different encore outfits for Answer each night, before changing into hoodies. On night 2, Yeosang saw some of the others had scarves/banners tucked into their back pockets and was like "where's mine????" Instead of a banner, Yunho had a baseball cap. Seonghwa took his off and Hongjoong tied it around Seonghwa's wrist.

-For Star 1117, everyone held up their mobile phone lights. On night 2, San repeated the request in English too. Very pretty to see all the lights.

-On second night, Seonghwa and San got their mics and necklace tangled up during a ment lol.

Setlist:

(Intro)

Win

Horizon

Pirate King

(Introduction ment)

Medley: Twilight, Stay, My Way

Light

Mist

Desire

(VCR)

Illusion

Crescent

Wave

Sunrise

(Ment, lightstick announcement)

If without you

Aurora

Utopia

(VCR)

Say My Name

Dazzling Light

Hala Hala

Treasure

Precious

Wonderland

Encore:

(VCR)

Answer

(Ment)

Thank u

Star 1117

(Ment)

Promise

Dancing like butterfly wings

Setlist from: https://twitter.com/updateez/status/1226112679728812032?s=19

#ateez #ateez in seoul #200208 #200209 #concerts #actually using tumblr as a blog how strange #kpop

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katedrakeohd · 4 years

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A Stolen Moment - Part 3

A The Royal Masquerade Fanfiction

Part One / Part Two

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Cast of Characters: (MC) Julia Aster, Kayden Vescovi, Teapot the guard, various marketplace folk.

Rated: PG

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Part Three : The Mariner and the Maiden

I nudge my horse to follow Kaydan as he pulls away from the line of carriages. After turning a bend in the road the sound of the carriage wheels and trotting horses fades and as I look over at Kaydan he seems to have relaxed a little.

"A change of scenery is nice." I venture, still feeling uncertain about where Kaydan is leading me.

When he looks over at me his usual stoic, unreadable expression has fallen away, and he gives me a happy smile that lights up his whole face.

"This kind of change is welcome. It feels like a lifetime since I've explored town as a free man without responsibilities."

I laugh, "You're still responsible for me, and to get us back before we're missed."

He nods, "Be that as it may, for now I don't want us to be Crown Shield or Lady Aster. Let's escape from that life and choose to be other people, if only for a short time."

As the bustling marketplace on the edge of town comes into view I feel a sense of wonder at the crowd of people and the brightly colored awnings.

"Who shall we be then?" I ask, as I look at the various people in the market for inspiration.

Kaydan looks at me for a long moment and then leads us toward a hotel next to the market. He dismounts his horse and ties it to a hitching post and then secures my horse before offering his help to get me down.

The slippery fabric of my dress causes me to slide sideways out of the saddle too quickly and with a yelp of surprise I find myself falling down on top of him. Somehow he manages to catch me in his arms, although he has to shuffle his feet a bit to not end up on the ground himself.

As he holds me tightly against his chest I can feel him start to laugh. "If I remember correctly this is the second time you've fallen into my arms."

Trying to catch my breath from the shock of falling I suddenly realize how close my lips are to his. I touch his cheek and smile, dropping my voice to a whisper, "Thankyou Kaydan, now perhaps you should put me down. People are staring."

I can feel his body stiffen momentarily, as he blushes and gently puts me down on my feet.

Fixing my skirt and then brushing my hair back over my shoulder, I try to push aside how intimate it had felt to be held in his arms so tightly. "So what were we talking about?"

Kaydan is busy putting his riding gloves in his saddle bag, and I notice he's having trouble meeting my eyes. He's so cute when he gets all flustered. Clearing his throat he straightens up and takes a quick glance around the market.

"We were going to choose new identities so we could escape court for a moment."

"Oh that's right, such a clever idea. You choose for me and then I'll choose for you." I say.

He looks at me for a few seconds, and I can only guess at what he's thinking. Finally he starts walking toward the lineup of shopping stalls and I hurry to catch up.

"I'd choose an Artist or Painter for you. As a scribe you're no stranger to holding a quill and making intricate designs on paper. I can easily imagine you as a Great Master's apprentice walking around the market looking for inspiration."

I quirk an eyebrow, "That's oddly specific, you think I'd be a good painter?"

"You're highly intelligent and are used to working independently just as a painter would. I've seen your creativity in action as you easily adapt to any situation, just like a painter might improvise with colour to make something uniquely their own creation."

I can't help but smile at his unexpected compliments. "Why thankyou kindly, I accept. Just like a painter, as a scribe I was no stranger to having my fingers stained by my medium. So you've chosen well."

He nods, offering me his arm, I smile as I tuck my hand in the crook of his elbow. As we stroll toward the market vendors together he asks, "So what's my story then? Julia the artist. Paint me a picture."

"Well let me see. You're a mariner on leave and looking for some fun before you have to go back to sea. And while you're ashore you meet a beautiful young painter in search of her next masterpiece."

"A mariner you say?"

"Yes, a mariner and a poet. Your fellow shipmates are so jealous of your prowess with words, and demand that you tell them stories every night as they lay in their bunks."

Kaydan laughs, "I'm hardly a storyteller, definitely not a poet."

I smile and give his arm a squeeze, "Oh I don't know about that. I've seen you with your fellow guardsmen, and there's no doubt they're a colorful bunch. I bet you could tell me a story about each of them."

Kaydan chuckles, blushing a bit as he lowers his voice. "None fit for a Lady's ears I'm afraid."

"I don't know Kaydan, what would you tell them about today? Is your company not worthy of inspiring a few words?"

He looks at me as if his story is written all over my face, and as his eyes linger on me I see a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. "I say that story hasn't been written yet. And if I were to put quill to paper I would surely keep this story for myself."

Between the kaleidoscope of sights and sounds of the market and the pleasure of having Kaydan at my side I feel positively giddy with excitement. But I can't resist the urge to take my 'Mariner' off of guard duty.

"Well this muse needs to stretch her legs a little. There's plenty of market to see so let's split up, and explore. Come find me later and we'll see where our story goes."

"Are you ok wandering the market alone? You know this goes against every bit of my training as a guard." He warns, looking concerned.

"Aha, well you're not a guard at the moment. You're a mariner out looking for treasures. Besides like you said I'm independent, capable and smart. And in this dress I stand out like a sail on the horizon anyway. I'm not going to run away, just keep an eye on me and I'll keep an eye out for you."

With a sigh Kaydan steps away from me, "Ok fine, we'll explore the market separately. But only for a little while."

"I promise if anything bad happens I'll scream and make a fuss, so that you can come running and be my knight in leather armor."

While Kaydan reluctantly blends into the crowd of people. I choose a parallel path of market vendors and check out the wares. Under an awning woven with a colorful design, I approach a lady wearing flowing robes. She's standing behind a display of delicate glass bottles. Some have wooden or glass stoppers and others are open to be smelled or sampled. From the mixed spicy, floral and musky aromas I can tell she's selling perfumes.

She smiles at me, "Good morrow to you M'lady, would you care to sample a new scent today?"

"Yes, that would be lovely."

"Something sweet and floral or something musky with a hint of spice?"

Being around Kaydan I'm reminded of the strong scent of musk and leather. Which works nicely on him. My own toiletries table always has rosewater and citrusy scents for me to wear thanks to my sister Annalise. Today I want something different.

"Do you have anything spicy and floral? I'm trying to draw someone's attention."

The lady smiles and picks up an empty bottle, she adds a few drops from various other bottles and then a clear liquid to dilute them. After placing the stopper she gives it a little shake and then hands me the dampened cap to sniff.

"Tell me what you think of this." She says with a grin.

Bringing the cap to my nose I'm assaulted by a heady dizzying scent of flowers and some kind of unknown spice. It makes me cough at first, but then as I catch a whiff on the breeze I inhale deeply and the scent mellows to something more pleasant.

"I like it. I'll take the whole bottle."

I hand her the cap and she secures it to the bottle and then I give her some coins from my purse. She wraps the bottle in a scrap of cloth and then hands it to me. As other people gather around me to look at her perfumes, I nod my thanks and move on.

Undoing the cap I dab some of the perfume on my neck and into my hair at the nape. I'm hoping Kaydan notices it, but I feel a knot in my stomach at the thought of Hector smelling it too. I have no interest in being matched with another strange suitor, but my duty to the Crown requires it. I tuck the bottle away in my pocket, and move along the row.

Looking across through the crowd I search for Kaydan. A catch sight of a pair of broad shoulders and a head of dark hair but he's turned away from me and I'm not sure if it's him.

I quickly pass by a group of vendors hocking various meats and roasted animals on sticks that make my stomach turn in unhappy ways. And then I come across a kindly middle aged woman sitting quietly and knitting behind her display of various handmade objects of leather and wood.

I still have a few coins left and I want to buy something for Kaydan. The objects vary from hand carved wooden chess sets, boxes of gambling dice, various leather belts and pieces of braided jewelry and a collection of small leather bound books.

I'm hoping any of these things might bring him some enjoyment, whether he played games with his fellow guards or needed replacement leather pieces for whatever. But as a lover of books myself it's those that catch my eye. I run my finger along the spine of a brown book with an embossed leather cover.

The lady smiles at me, and sets her needlework aside. "Good day to you Ma'am is there something that catches your interest?"

I smile as I pick up the book and hold it out to her, "Yes, what can you tell me about these books?"

"They're books rescued from the private library of a nobleman who had no heirs to pass them down to. The new Duke and Duchess of Valtoria had no use for them when they took over the manor and decided to renovate."

Looking down at the book in my hand, and at all the other books. I can't believe my good fortune at finding these lost treasures, but alas I only have enough coins for one. Opening the book I see it's a handwritten journal containing snippets of poetry. Apart from the first handful of pages the rest are blank.

When I had given Kaydan the book from my sister's collection, he had admitted to not owning any. With this journal he would have two, and hopefully he'll be inspired to write down his thoughts when he has time alone. I don't know how often he gets the chance to read, especially amidst the company of his fellow guards. But I want him to have something else to remember me by once my marriage to Hector takes me away from him. Thinking about Hector makes me feel uncomfortable, but I shake it off and offer to pay for the journal.

The lady smiles, holding up her hand and shaking her head. "You were kind enough to show interest in a piece of someone who was dear to me, please just take it and give it a loving home."

"Are you sure? I can offer a few coins for your trouble."

"I'm sure, pass it along to someone you love so that his words aren't forgotten."

I smile and shake the hand of the woman after she wraps the book up for me. "Thankyou so much."

With a nod she goes back to her chair and resumes her knitting.

Tucking the wrapped book under my arm I continue to the end of the market and find myself in the middle of the town square. A small crowd has gathered to listen to a trio of stringed musicians. Their lively tune has many people clapping hands or tapping their feet. A few brave souls have even paired up to dance.

I'm thoroughly engrossed in the entertainment and don't hear Kaydan approach me from behind. When he places his hand gently on my arm I gasp and stumble back into him. "Kaydan! You frightened me."

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "That's the fun part, because catching you off guard means you end up in my arms."

I grin and nudge him on the arm as he steps in next to be, "Is this the mariner talking? Be careful there Kaydan, lest your verbal innuendo earn you the same nefarious reputation as your brother Cyrus."

"Half-.."

"Sorry, half-brother."

Kaydan shakes his head looking slightly offended, "I would have to crawl on my belly in the muck in order to stoop low enough to reach his level of depravity."

"Relax I'm only playing with you. I know you're a much more honorable man than Cyrus could ever hope to be."

Continue on to the next

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@gardeningourmet @samihatuli @jovialyouthmusic @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @mfackenthal @bobasheebaby @pedudley @be-still-my-aching-heart @krishu213 @ibldw-main @chaotichuman0090 @addictedtodrakefanfic

#kayden vescovi #kayden × MC #theroyalmasquerade #long post

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angelynegulay · 4 years

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PRE-TEST

MULTIPLE CHOICE

1. Why do you pray?

a. To give thanks

b. To ask for forgiveness

c. To ask for something

2. How often do you pray?

a. Every day

b. Sometimes

c. Only when I remember

2. When do you usually pray?

a. Whenever I’m sad, mad, problematic etc.

b. Whenever I need something

c. Whenever I want to give thanks

4. Do you always get what you have prayed for?

a. Yes

b. No

c. Not all the time

5. What do you do when you didn’t get what you have prayed for?

a. I stop praying

b. I get mad to God

c. I will keep on praying

d. I will accept what God wants it to be

God's Plan

While I'm standing outside the church, I suddenly saw the seven year old me and my mom playing on the grass.

"Luna, can you stay here for a while? I promise that I will be back, I just need to do something important." My mom said while crying. The little me hugs my mom.

"Will you stop crying if I stay here?" Then my mom nodded, still crying. "Then I'll stay so stop crying mom" I said while hugging her.

As days passes by I keep praying everyday and every night that my mom will come back for me, but as I grow older I stopped praying because I already realized that she will not come back anymore.

I wiped my tears as I walk towards the door. The first person that I saw is my foster parents, then Mrs. Ernest, the mother of my former patient Abby. She was so kind and jolly as a kid. She brightens the whole hospital whenever she wanders around in her

wheelchair. She didn't mind her almost bald- falling hair or her pale skin because of her brain tumor. I became close to her like a big sister. As her condition gets worse, I pray to God to save her life; to let her see the bright future ahead of her, but she still died with a sweet smile plastered on her face.

As I continue to walk down the aisle, my eyes are fixed to the man in front. I smiled at him as the memories of him flashes back. He was the first man who makes my heart flutter just by seeing his smile. He is the first man who stayed with me when no one else did. He makes me feel like I am the best. But our relationship was been tested by God. I remembered praying to God to make our relationship work because what I only believe that time was Shaun and I will be with each other ‘till the end. But God’s plan isn’t the same as mine.

Now as I reach my designated seat, all the people rise and look at the beautiful bride as she walks down the aisle with joy and contentment on her face. I am happy for them even if their happiness caused me pain. I know that God has better plan for me. He always does. And He never fails.

Just like when my mom left me to this church. He didn't grant my prayer, He wanted me to be a daughter of two most loving and amazing parents in the world.

Also, about what happened to Abby, God didn't want her to suffer more that she already has. And she's in a better place now, without syringe that causes her pain every day.

After I give my greetings to the married couple I left the church. As much as I want to stay, I have parents to attend to, and though I’m happy for them, three long years in relationship is not a joke

While I'm passing by the street, an old woman—who looks very familiar— came to me.

“Hey lady, would you like to buy some of this?” she asked while lifting the sampaguita hat she’s selling.

Shock is an understatement of what I am feeling right now. I can still remember those eyes of her, those wide brown eyes, thin lips, and the necklace that I made for her after so many years. My eyes watered in an instant.

“Can I ask where did you get that necklace of yours?”

“Oh, this?” she asked as she holds her necklace. I nodded.

“This was made my daughter. Isn’t it pretty?” she said with happiness in her eyes.

I guess she doesn't have a clue who is in front of her right now. I just hugged her tightly and saying my heartfelt gratitude to God.

"Mom, can't you remember me?" I said looking directly into her eyes,

"Luna? Is that you!? My daughter Luna?" She sobbed.

"Oh God, I missed you so much!"

"Come on mom; let's go to my house to talk." I guided her to my car.

Inside my house, she told me everything. That she thought that leaving me was the best choice to give me a better life, and it turns out, she's right. Our life back then was so hard being my mom was a housekeeper and my dad died because of sickness.

But her life didn't get better. She strives to live every day. And I feel so awful hearing that. I thought of letting her meet my foster parents sometime, but for now want to enjoy the warmth of my mother's touch. The touch I’ve been longing feel for 20 years.

This is the day that my mom and my foster parents will meet. I'm not nervous because I know that they would get along well. And it turned out the way I wanted it to be. They became friends as soon as they talked about me, which is by the way humiliating and at the same time hilarious. No words can ever describe what I'm feeling right now. Seeing the most treasured people in my life, having fun- I'm just lost of words.

My mom lives with me now. I am very contented to what my life has become, but God looks like He's not done with my life yet.

I’m on a one month medical mission. Carrying boxes of medicines, suddenly someone took it from me.

"These boxes are heavy to be in the hands of a girl." the stranger said

"I can handle this." I said, trying to contain my irritation.

"Luna!" someone called me

"Hey Mrs. Ernest, it's so nice seeing you here. Did you volunteer?"

"Oh yes, I see that you already met my son, Nathan? He always do volunteer works like this."

"Wait. Luna?" Nathan buts in

"Luna. Abby's doctor?" he asked with an emotion I can't decipher.

"Uh, yes. Is there any problem?" I asked, confused.

"Soooo, Luna let's go over there, we have so much to talk about." then Mrs' Ernest leads me to somewhere.

She told me a lot of things. I'm glad that she seems fine after what happened to Abby, but me? I honestly sometime thought about it before my sleep. I just feel guilty for not being able to save her life.

"Mrs. Ernest? Why does Nathan looks mad at me?" I asked

"He-he's not yet move on from Abby's death. He and Abby were so close back then, they're inseparable." she said looking happy to memories.

"So he blames me for what happened to Abby?"

"No! Of course not Luna. He just needs more time." she said, holding my hand.

I can't believe I've met Abby's brother. She always told me stories about his older brother. The way he admires her brother and the evident joy in her eyes, it's priceless.

Now, I kind of feel responsible for his feelings. I want to help him move on from Abby's death. If I can't save Abby, I will sav e her brother for Abby's sake.

From this day, I tried to be close to him, but he always makes it difficult for me. He always finds a way to avoid me or to have an excuse whenever I'm talking to him. So I try again, again, and again. Until one day, he ran out of lame excuses. Finally!

"Nathan, can we talk?"

"We’re already talking. Aren't we?" he said

"Okay. I just want to say that I'm sorry for what happened to Abby. I'm sorry that I can't save her. I'm sorry that she died. I'm so sorry. You can't imagine how guilt eats me at night. How her smile flashes in my mind and how I try to revive her. You don't know what it feels when someone died in your hands. She's like a sister to me and I'm hurting too." I cried, remembering that dreadful day.

Nathan hugged me "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I blamed you the whole time. I didn't have any idea what you've been through. I'm sorry, Luna."

Since that day, we always talk about Abby. We became friends. We hang out after my shift was over. Then he will bring me home. That goes on for six months. Then he courted me, and I said yes, and that's it!

One time, he invited me to come to their house, Mrs. Ernest is cooking lunch. While we're eating Mrs. Ernest gave us a letter- Abby's letter.

Dear God,

Good morning God! I'm not feeling well again today. So I just want to ask you for a wish. Not for me, but for my brother Nathan. He always taking care of me, but I'm feeling sleepy the longer I stay awake. I want to make sure that he’s okay.

So here's my wish God, I wish my brother can have a girlfriend, a kind one. I wish his girlfriend is Doctor Luna. She is kind, sweet, and funny. I like her very much.

That's my wish God. Please grant it.

Love, Abby

The three of us stayed quiet for a while.

"God is really great. Looks like He already granted Abby's wish." Nathan said, holding my hand.

"What?" Mrs. Ernest looks lost for awhile and suddenly a bright smile formed her lips

"You're together?!" we nodded

"I'm happy for the both of you!" Mrs. Ernest hugged us.

We went to Abby's grave and told her the news.

"How come I didn't see you visit her?" I asked. I've been thinking about this for a while

"I haven't. She doesn't allow me to. We just talk through video chat. She would wear wig and make up to cover her pale face and hair. She didn't want me to see her hurting." he said, tearing up.

Now, I'm glad that God didn't grant my prayer back then. If He does, I wouldn't probably feel this kind of joy-a genuine one. If God allowed my past relationship work, I wouldn't have met this wonderful man.

After all the pain I've been through, I am finally here, standing inside the church where it all started. Seeing all the people I cherish, wearing the gown that I've been dreaming, saying our I do's and promises and looking into the eyes of the man that was given to me by God.

"We may never know what God has planned for us, but for sure it's worth the wait."— author

POST-TEST

ESSAY

1. What do you think is the lesson to the story?

2.Have you experienced praying for something and didn’t get it? What is it?

3. What happened after you didn’t get what you have prayed for?

4. After not getting what you’ve prayed for, will you act and think the same way like Luna in the story? Why or Why not?

5. Do you believe that God has better plan for you? Why or Why not?

6. Is praying only an obligation or a free will? Why?

7. In your own opinion, why does God give His people problem? Is it necessary? Why?

8. Why do you think Luna still have her faith in God despite her hardship?

9. If you were Nathan, what would you feel toward Luna? Will you forgive her? Why?

10. If you were Luna’s mother, will you do the same thing that she did? Why or Why not?

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