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pahtoosh · 3 years ago

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an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts

[image ID: a photocollage with pink borders. from left to right there are photos of a pile of white and pink stuffed animals, Sebastian Stan licking a spoon, and a pink sweater with the words "strawberry milk" on it. /.end ID]

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wc: ~1660 words

warnings: no plot. just vibes. the word "daddy" is used once in the beginning. Bucky carries reader.

a/n: when I say there is no plot I mean there is no plot. also I'm thinking of writing some Lee x little!reader fics, would any of you read that? I love Lee so I'll probably do it anyway but I am curious!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: a day in the life of Bucky's baby where Natasha babysits you for an evening

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Bucky was always grateful for his money, but he found a new appreciation for it when he met you. Before, he’d buy fancy watches and cars he didn’t need to feel something. Now, he was less interested in his personal spending and utterly devoted to spoiling you.

Most of this spending was done on your playroom. Bucky made sure every square inch was exactly what you wanted. He even did the whole project himself, partly because he didn’t want to trust someone else with something this important, and partly because he wanted the pride of knowing that he did this for you. Him. Not one of his employees or some fancy designer. Just your daddy doing something sweet for his baby.

You loved everything about your playroom; however, there was one corner that stood out.

This corner of the room had one of those rugs protecting you from the hardwood, but you barely made contact with it because of all the other soft things Bucky had gifted you with. There was a beanbag chair, floor pillows, blankets, and so. many. plushies. It became your favorite part of the house. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or scared, coming to this corner and burying yourself under the weight of your fuzzy friends always helped.

Bucky knew how much this space meant to you, so he made a silent promise to keep it well-maintained. He kept the proper plushie cleaning supplies on hand, and only his most trusted employees could wash the blankets and pillow coverings while you two were away. He also stuck to buying you stuffed animals that were made of a fabric you liked, large, and without any hard or overly detailed bits. He wanted you to feel like you were laying on the softest cloud.

Not all of your plushies fit his rigid expectations, though. You had your plushies from before Bucky became your caregiver, gifts from loved ones, and if you saw a plushie you wanted, Bucky would always get it for you. Sometimes you’d get poked by a dragon scale or land part of your body on a dense plush and part on a flimsy one, but your stuffies were your friends. And you could simply say “excuse me, miss rabbit” and place her next to your stuffed lizard while you placed the much softer elephant plush behind your back.

It was 5 pm and Bucky was on his way home. Natasha was lucky enough to be in charge of watching you while Bucky was working today. He always had at least one bodyguard stationed to protect you. You weren’t always aware of this, as Bucky didn’t want to scare your little self, but he felt it was necessary. If you weren’t aware of the bodyguard, it was because you were feeling a bit bigger. On those days, the bodyguard only had to keep an eye on the security cameras outside and occasionally send someone to check the perimeter of the house.

Today, you were feeling very little. You were especially clingy towards Bucky in the morning, crying whenever he tried putting you down. He hated leaving you like this, but he had a very important deal to manage and his associate surely would’ve pulled out if he wasn’t there in person. He called Natasha because she could provide the companionship and protection that you needed. You were still fussy when Bucky tried handing you off, but Natasha’s promise of playing games and ordering pizza convinced you to let go of Bucky.

Throughout the day, Natasha texted Bucky pictures of what you were up to. He especially loved the picture of you cuddled up to Natasha with the most wondrous look on your face as you rewatched Aladdin for the thousandth time. It was killing him that he couldn’t come back to you right away or even stop to take a call, but he couldn’t risk alerting more people to your existence and possibly putting a larger target on your back.

On his car ride home, however, he immediately facetimed Natasha so he could hear your voice and see your sweet face. He was disappointed when he didn’t see or hear you. Usually, you’d insist on being the one to answer the call or be hiding just off-screen, but unable to cover up your excited giggles.

“Where’s my baby?”

“My day was great, thanks for asking.”

Bucky huffed. He didn’t have the patience for her sarcasm today. She knew how much he’d been missing you, and she and Bucky had been close friends for so long to the point where these formalities were unnecessary.

“Real funny, now put them on the phone.”

“Your baby’s asleep in their pile of stuffed animals, we had a dance party and they wore themselves out.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly. “You danced to their disney playlist?”

“I merely observed and kept an eye out for any threats like you hired me to do,” Natasha said, nonchalantly looking at her nails.

Bucky chuckled to himself, he knew Natasha was softer than she let on, especially with you. Your little self was just so loving and kind, it was impossible to not melt into a puddle of goo around you and do absolutely whatever you wanted. He sometimes came home to the two of you taking a nap together with you clinging to Natasha as she laid on the side closer to the door and shielded part of your body with hers.

“Alright, Natty I’ll be there in three minutes and I want you out of my house by then.”

“Yeah I didn’t wanna see your sick face in person anyway.”

With that declaration of gratitude and undying friendship, they hung up leaving Bucky to think about what he’d do with you when he got home. He gave the chef the night off so he could make you your favorite pasta. Bucky didn’t always have the time or energy to cook but relished the moments where he could do it for you. The simplicity and domesticity of it all made him feel grounded. It also made him feel good to provide for you, and he couldn’t resist your hums of satisfaction or when you’d say that no one made pasta as good as he did.

Although, it wasn’t dinner time yet, and Bucky’s perfect baby was currently dozing off in a mountain of softness. He hoped you’d be up for staying in the cozy corner for a while and maybe watching a movie there after dinner. He couldn’t wait to snuggle up with you in your nest.

The car finally pulled into the driveway and Bucky sprinted inside the house, up the stairs, and to your room. You were exactly how he pictured, nestled in the middle of your stuffed animal pile with a blanket covering you and a plushie in your arms. As to not disturb you, he quietly went next door to his room so he could change into some cuddle-appropriate attire. When he came back, you were slowly waking up, blinking away your tiredness.

“Natty?” you croaked.

“Hey, munchkin, it’s me.”

Your face lit up as you gasped and made grabby hands towards Bucky. He joined you in your pile, caging you in his arms as he peppered your face with kisses.

“Did you miss me, bubs?”

You grabbed his face with your hands. “So so so much!”

He scrunched his nose as you returned his flurry of kisses, inviting you to end your attack with one kiss on the bridge. He joined you under the blanket, arranging you so you were laying on his chest.

“What did you do with Natty today?”

Bucky listened as you gleefully told him what you and the redhead got up to. You told him all about the dance moves Natasha did, your eyes widening when you realized what you had just said. He managed not to crack a smile when you made him promise not to tell Natasha that he knew about her dancing today. She hadn’t sworn you to secrecy, of course. You just caught onto the fact that she didn’t show parts of herself to other people and assumed that she was shy. While you weren’t entirely correct, Bucky loved how observant and considerate you were.

Eventually, your stomach grumbles alerted Bucky to the fact that it was dinner time. He carried you downstairs and let you sit on the counter as he prepared your pasta. He let you pick music to play while he cooked, dancing with you as the water boiled and sneaking a kiss every now and then. He also let you stir a few times and place a garnish on the two dishes.

“This looks delicious, bubba! Thank you for helping me cook.” Bucky held you as you wiggled happily from his compliment.

You skipped to the dinner table with Bucky following behind, carrying the food. Following his caregiver duties, he pushed your chair in for you and poured some juice into a sippy cup. He also decided to feed you because you were still feeling very little.

You ate your pasta without any fuss like a good baby, even letting Bucky wipe your face with a damp cloth after and saying thank you. He carried you back upstairs and gave you a quick bath before changing you into some pajamas and sitting you on the bathroom counter as he took a shower. He wanted you to wait on the bed, but you didn’t want to let him out of your sight.

Your full belly and warm bath were starting to make you sleepy, but you powered through it so you could soak in this time with Bucky. After he was clean and dressed, he picked you up again and put you in the same position as before in your cozy corner with you on his chest. This time, he brought the tv remote with him and put on one of the animated films you had been dying to watch.

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#toosh writes #mafia!bucky x little!reader #mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader #bucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw #sfw littlespace #sfw regression #an afternoon with natty and cozy corner thoughts #an-afternoon-with-natty-and-cozy-corner-thoughts #little being carried

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writemekpop · 4 years ago

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Adult Material | Kim Doyoung

Pairing: Kim Doyoung x Reader

Summary: It isn't easy being married to a porn star... your husband Doyoung gets a little jealous sometimes.

Genre: House husband!Doyoung, Porn star!Y/n

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Sexual content

Gif: @jaemtens

Request: Can i request something with Doyoung that goes angst in the beginning then fluff at the ending?

"Ugh...yes... just like that," you moaned theatrically.

You dug your fingernails into the man's muscled back, bringing out a groan from him that sent shivers down your spine.

"And… cut!"

You rolled off the man you were having sex with and got off the bed. You shimmied into your red lace panties as he tried to calm his breaths. You loved this job.

"Nice work, you two," the director said, smiling from behind the camera. "Y/n, baby, you were a star, as usual."

The male talent you were shooting with shook your hand, bowing eagerly. "That was awesome, I can't believe I'm working with a real celebrity!"

You smiled. You got this a lot, being Seoul's most famous porn star. "Thanks, you did well, Uh..."

"Jeno," the boy said, scrunching his starstruck black eyes.

"Well, I gotta get home," you said, smiling. "Call my agent, we should do this again!"

You dressed and drove home. When you unlocked the front door, the smell of Thai curry filled your nostrils. You slipped off your Louboutins and left your Gucci bag on the black marble counter.

"Dinner smells delicious, baby," you said to your husband Doyoung.

Doyoung was standing by the fireplace, rocking your two year old daughter in his muscled arms.

He looked gorgeous in the Balenciaga shirt you’d bought him. Your baby's fluffy elephant comfort blanket hung around his neck, and his hair was fluffed up by baby fingers.

"We wanted to see mommy before bed, isn't that right, Daisy?" Doyoung cooed, passing you the sleepy toddler.

You inhaled your daughters’ soapy scent as you put her to bed in her special cot.

Yawning, you paced into the kitchen, where Doyoung was laying curry in dishes out on the table. You smiled gratefully.

"How was work?" Doyoung asked.

"Three shoots, and the first guy couldn’t get it up for forty minutes, so we were running behind."

Doyoung hummed, picking at his food.

You squeezed his arm reassuringly. "I was thinking about you all day."

Doyoung's ego was high maintenance, but after three years of marriage, you'd worked out how to manage it. You tried to be understanding, it couldn’t be easy being married to a porn star.

You'd barely finished dinner when Doyoung pulled you into the bedroom, his lips attaching hungrily to your neck.

"I want you so bad," he murmured, pushing you down onto the bed.

His rough hands grasped your bare thighs, sending sparks shooting up them. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, his body weight pressing you down against the plush mattress. You spread your legs to accommodate him.

Without delaying Doyoung tugged down your underwear and took off his own boxers.

You felt him prodding against you.

You winced, putting one hand on his chest to stop him. "Actually… can we not? I'm still quite sore from today. One of the guys was so big and I ran out of lube."

Doyoung scoffed and got up. He sat at the edge of the bed, both hands gripping the mattress tight.

You lightly stroked his toned back. "I'm sorry, baby," you cooed. "I can… give you a blow job instead if you like?"

Doyoung shook his head and stood up. "I'm going out."

You frowned. "At this time of night? Come on, boo. Why are you being like this?"

Doyoung crossed his arms. "I won't share you with other guys."

You tut. "We’ve been over this before, Doie. You're not sharing. I’m yours only, you know that."

He scoffed. "No you're not. Other guys get to fuck you all day long."

"It's just a job, okay? I told you this on our very first date. What do you think pays for this house, or Daisy's fancy preschool? Who funds your Adidas addiction? Me!" You glared at him, panting.

Doyoung slumped back down on the bed and buried his face in his hands. You sat beside him, stroking his curly black fringe, listening to his breaths quieten.

After several minutes, Doyoung looked up at you. His eyes were glassy.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he said, resting his head on your shoulder. "I love you and I love our life. I just get… jealous sometimes."

You kissed his forehead. "I know, darling."

Doyoung's pink lips glistened in the half-light, and the bare skin of his neck begged to be kissed.

Doyoung looked at you, eyes glinting with familiar mischief. "Could I get that blowjob now, if you're still offering?" He smiled coyly.

You laughed, pulling him close. "Okay, but only coz you're cute."

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singtheskyandfightlikehell · 5 years ago

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BatFamily Headcanons: Stuffed Animals

In an attempt to productively combat my recent writer’s block, I’m practicing writing the batfam characters through short character study fics (which I will post once I make enough) and comparative headcanons. I might end up making short fics out of these, as well, since some of them got a bit long anyways

Today I decided to explore how many stuffed animals each member of the batfam (plus an adjacent character or two) has, what they think of them, how they got them, etc. I’ve got eleven characters on this list (and I’m still missing some, sorry)

Bruce:

Bruce put aside stuffed animals when he was eleven, deciding it was time to become serious. However, since acquiring children, he has been gifted a number of stuffed animals, ranging from a small and realistic brown bat to a child-sized bear wearing his cape and cowl. None of the children know this, but he keeps them all in a prominent position in his walk-in closet. Sometimes, when he has a particularly nasty fight with one of his kids, or he discovers something (like an injury) that they were hiding from him, he’ll tell the stuffed animals all the things he struggles to tell his children in the hopes that, one day, he’ll figure out how to express himself when it actually counts.

Alfred:

Alfred has no stuffed animals of his own, but he keeps the old, worn teddy bear that was once Thomas’ and later Bruce’s, alongside the somewhat lopsided bunny that Martha attempted to sew for Bruce when he was two. They sit side by side in a spotless glass cabinet filled with other memories that various members of the family have at one point or another attempted to cast aside.

Dick:

Dick has a pair of stuffed elephants, Eleonore and Zitka, and a teddy bear of his own, all from the circus. Most of the time they sit on the shelf under one of his nightstands, but when he has a particularly bad day, he’ll hold them all tightly until he falls asleep. If he’s crying, he finds it slows the tears to press kisses to the tops of their heads, or just smoosh his whole face into them. Sometimes, if he’s having a particularly good day – especially if no one else is sharing in his good mood – he’ll tell them about whatever made him happy. The rarest occasions are a bittersweet combination of both, the moments when he dwells on his happiest memories of his parents. When this happens, he is more likely to address them than his family, talking to them like old friends who were “there” for the things he’s recalling. It reminds him of the parties he would host as a small child, attended by his stuffed animals and his parents and sometimes other people from the giant family that was Haly’s, and for just that moment he’ll feel suspended somewhere between grief and content.

Barbara:

Barbara had lots of stuffed animals growing up, but as she got older, she gave most of them away. The only one she kept was a little otter that her father gave her for her first birthday. She doesn’t remember this, of course, but they have an old home video of that day which she’s seen a few times, and she know it’s one of her dad’s favorites to watch when he’s feeling nostalgic. She does remember the way she used to drag the otter with her everywhere she went when she was about four, and it’s so worn now that all of its original fluffiness has disappeared. She sets it up near her main computer and uses it in place of a rubber duck.

Jim:

When Babs decided she was too old for her stuffed animals, Jim was instructed to give them away at one of the Gotham children’s toy drives he helps run as commissioner. Only about half of them ever make it out of the house, because he keeps looking at them and remembering little moments that involve each of them. He has two boxes full of them that he swears he’s going to bring to the next drive, but he’s been swearing that for over ten years now.

Jason:

When Jason first arrived at the manor, he swore up and down that stuffed animals were dumb kids toys that he was way too old for. The first time Dick showed up at the manor after Jason was there, he brought a plush dog he’d picked up on the way there, unsure what to get his surprise new brother but not putting an excess of thought into it either. After all, he wasn’t about to ask Bruce what Jason might like. Jason made a show of scorn and tossing the toy in the trash, but when Dick was gone he dug it back out. When he was sleeping, he clutched the dog protectively against his chest like it might be snatched away at any time. When he wasn’t sleeping, he kept it hidden in a box wedged under a floorboard beneath the bed, alongside his other contraband. It was there when he died and it’s still there now. Every time he’s in the manor, he thinks about sneaking into his old room to retrieve it, alongside some of his other old belongings, but he never does. His reasoning alternates between not caring, being too old for toys, not wanting to set foot in his old room, and not wanting to get caught caring after all these years.

He does however have an obnoxiously long bright red snake that Roy won at some sort of archery carnival game while they were supposed to be tracking a suspect. He’d griped at Roy for wasting time with frivolous games, a complaint that was very on brand for their relationship. He’s pretty sure Roy saw through him, though, and understood the real reason he was so antsy to leave the carnival, given his soft apology later that night. He also recently acquired a floppy stingray, a gift from Lian for his latest birthday. She told him that she’d gotten to pet a stingray at the aquarium where she’d bought it, and it reminded her of him. Specifically, she’d said he was, “Kinda dangerous and maybe a little scary, but actually really soft to anyone who’s nice enough”. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that description, but the gift had a place of pride, resting atop an old model of his helmet that Roy had “defaced” with a sweet message that always made Jason smile.

Cass:

Cass grew up without stuffed animals, and was honestly a little confused at first about why she might want one. The first one she ever got was a tiny key-chain cat that was given to her by a little girl she saved. She was unsure what to make of the object itself, but she treasured it as a symbol, proof that she was doing good in the world. It was Steph who convinced her to look for more, to look for stuffed animals in her “style”. Eventually, she got two of the most different ones she could find: an iridescent octopus packed tightly with beans and made of a coarse fabric, and a large fluffy goose that squished like a cloud and was made of the softest fabric imaginable. She likes tossing the octopus lightly in the air to feel the weight of it, and faceplanting into the giant goose. She also has a big bear holding a plush heart that Steph got her for their first Valentine’s.

Tim:

Tim’s relationship with stuffed animals is a bit more complicated. He had five growing up: a dog, a bear, a lion, a rabbit, and a lamb. They had names, stories, personalities, and they were his friends (his only friends, at the time). When he was seven, he woke up one day to find them gone. His mother scolded him for his tears, explaining that he was too old for baby toys, and that his attachment to them would only hinder his path forward. For years, he felt ashamed whenever he thought of his grief towards them, because he knew they were just toys, he knew he was being a baby about it, and yet…

It wasn’t until he was fifteen years old and stumbled across an article about autistic people and the projection of feelings onto objects that he understood why he had been willing to sneak out at night to search through pawn store after pawn store and – once – the landfill in the hopes of seeing his beloved toys again. As a teen in the Wayne household, he knew he could get as many stuffed animals as he liked, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so after what had happened before. He got one giant, floppy moose, barely half a foot shorter than himself, that he clings to like an octopus when he manages to lay down, whether he succeeds in falling asleep or not. Additionally, on a night after Jason made amends with the family, Tim returned to his room to find a fifteen inch plush latte with a cute little face on the mug portion and a sticky note on top that simply read: Sorry for trying to kill you a bunch. My bad :) He keeps it on top of his dresser, and while he doesn’t really hug it, he did discover it was the perfect object for chucking at his siblings’ heads whenever the situation calls for it.

Steph:

Steph loves stuffed animals. While she never got any of the fancy brand name ones, or the luxuriously soft ones, or the hyper-realistic ones, her mom had a tradition of buying her one for every birthday, Christmas, and Easter. She soon had quite a collection, and – like Tim – she gave them all names and personalities. She played out complex scenarios with them and the few dolls she had, designing an intricate world of wild concepts and plots. She also used her stuffed animals to conquer her fears, like thunderstorms and darkness, by pretending they were all more scared than she was, so she had to be brave for all of them. Steph still has her whole collection, as well as quite a few “nicer” (though equally loved) ones that she has acquired from various Waynes. At this point, pretty much everyone in the Wayne family has given her a stuffed animal at some time or other. For a couple of years now, she has taken to posing with her massive collection and making fake family Christmas cards to send out to everyone she knows, where she will update them on the well-being of any plushie they’ve given her.

Duke:

Duke also has a great love of stuffed animals, although he doesn’t match Steph for quantity. He only had a few beloved animals growing up, all of which he’s held onto (a panda, a penguin, a turtle, a frog, a leopard, and a pikachu). Since being fostered by Bruce, Duke has taken to searching out and buying only the rarest stuffed animals he can find: an anteater, a platypus, a manatee, a sloth, and an axolotl have made the cut so far. Bruce knows about this and has taken to keeping an eye out for anything interesting whenever he’s out. After accidentally mentioning it at a gala one time, it has since become his favorite topic, as getting drawn into an intense discussion with Bruce Wayne about where to acquire strange plushies for his son elicits one of two reactions from his guests: delighted awws or hilariously awkward attempts to steer the conversation back to high society definitions of business and pleasure. At Duke’s request, a large shelf was built around the top of his room, so that all of his stuffed animals can sit comfortably and be clearly seen.

Damian:

Damian was much like Jason when he arrived at the manor in more ways than one, but his determination to prove himself above stuffed animals was certainly on that list. He sneered at his siblings’ attempts to treat him like the child he swore he wasn’t. And honestly, even after he began to lower his walls just a little, he still wasn’t particularly fond of stuffed animals. Sure, he privately thought they were cute, and sure he might (might) find himself holding one at night if it happened to have been left in his bed by an annoying sibling, but in general he preferred live animals to fake ones. Real animals had personalities and feelings, fake ones did not, it was as simple as that, no matter what Stephanie claimed. But as time went on, Damian found himself acquiring a small army of stuffed animals against his will. Some of his siblings (Jason, Tim, sometimes Duke) gave them to him because they found it funny to watch him growl about how he was not an infant in need of deceitful comforts. Some of his siblings (Dick, Cass, sometimes Duke… sometimes his father as well) would give them to him because they knew he liked animals so they assumed he’d like imitations of animals as well. Steph would just give them to everybody, every now and then. But regardless of motive, Damian soon found his room overflowing with stuffed animals that were moderately cute but ultimately pointless.

It wasn’t until a patrol a few years after he’d taken on the mantle of Robin that he discovered a solution. Tim had hidden a tiny stuffed bear in the medical supply compartment of his utility belt, a felt bandage wrapped around its little head. He hadn’t been wounded, but the young girl he’d rescued had been bleeding from a wound that looked worryingly dirty. The bear had fallen out of the pouch, right into her lap, and she’d stared at it with wide eyes, surprise halting the flow of her tears. She’d held onto it the whole time he disinfected her arm and bandaged it, and afterwards he had insisted she keep it. For the first time that night, she’d smiled. After that, Damian began taking a few of his many stuffed animals out on patrol with him, ready to hand out to any and all injured, lost, or otherwise traumatized children once he’d rescued them from their troubles. Eventually he began running out of toys he’d been gifted, even though he kept getting new ones, so at some point he begins to regularly sneak out for the sole purpose of acquiring stuffed animals to hand out. He never tells his siblings, but he suspects they’ve found out anyway, when the presents they give him drastically decrease in size.

#batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #jim gordon #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #jayroy #stephcass #my headcanons #i stole elements of the hc for dick tim steph and duke from my own personality lmao #also the only portion of this that draws on canon (to my knowledge) is the stuff about dick #i've seen stuff about him having a stuffed elephant with both of those names so i decided to just give him two #can't go wrong with extra elephants #but yeah i hope there's nothing that like blatantly contradicts any of this stuff #i'm trying to speed read a bunch of comics rn but i keep reading like 50s-80s era primarily #so there's a number of characters i haven't really gotten to yet #also i've discovered i find green arrow comics more entertaining so lowkey i keep reading those instead oops #i have a very convoluted list of what i need to read to hit the major plot points of batfam and arrowfam #but i also lowkey feel like major plot point comics are gonna tell me less about characterization #filler episodes are where its at #but there's no reading order lists that give me 'best filler issues' sorted by character

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hockeylvr59 · 5 years ago

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Life Changes Part 11 || Paul Bissonnette

Summary: It’s crazy how quickly your life can change...one minute you’re a struggling personal injury lawyer and the next you’re working for one of the hottest sports podcasts to supplement your income. A new job and the end of a long-term relationship was just the beginning for Leigh Thompson when it comes to life changes. Thankfully she has the one and only Paul Bissonnette at her side to help her handle them all.

Author's Note: Sappiness, sappiness, and more sappiness. I’m not sure what else you expected from a 31-week pregnant woman and a man who is secretly head over heels.

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2,900 (Series Total: 30,199)

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In my mind, there was absolutely zero reason why I needed to be dragged to the Jersey shore when it was 80 degrees outside and I was 31 weeks pregnant. The guys had all disagreed though and refused to let me skip out on the Pink Whitney Launch Party. Still, I was the last to arrive having chosen to drive while everyone else flew in earlier in the day. Dropping my weekend bag in the bedroom where Paul’s bag was, I plopped down onto the bed, already ready to sleep even though it wasn’t even dinner time yet. I was now at the stage of pregnancy where I was hardly sleeping because I couldn’t get comfortable and because my daughter was shifting onto my bladder every time I did manage to get comfortable. I was exhausted and cranky and everyone else would just have to deal with it because they weren’t the ones who had grown to the size of a whale.

Just as I had laid down though, my phone buzzed, Paul’s message reading that I should come up to the rooftop deck when I arrived because that was where all of them were. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew that I would never hear the end of it if I didn’t so after struggling to hoist myself off of the bed, I waddled up the stairs hoping to say hi and then return back inside where at least there was air conditioning. Upon reaching the roof, my eyes went wide from shock. Pink balloons were tied around the railings and a stack of presents was on the picnic table.

“What in the world?” I found myself mumbling as a cheer took over the group at the sight of me.

“It’s a baby shower.” Grinnell voiced. “Well sorta.” Immediately my eyes filled with tears at the fact that they had even thought to put anything together for me.

“Don’t cry.” Paul murmured, appearing beside me, his hand falling to my lower back as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “It’s just a little something. No big deal.” He insisted. He guided me to sit in one of the more comfortable chairs, quickly handing me a bottle of water. As the stack of presents was moved to the ground beside me, I could feel Paul’s eyes on my body. The weight of his gaze made me uncomfortable because the last thing I needed was more people taking note of how large I was.

My focus was shifted when a present was set on top of my bump by Whit and everyone settled back into chairs to watch me open them. By the end of my work baby shower, it was clear that my little girl was going to be decked out in spittin chiclets merchandise. The guys had gifted me everything from onesies to hats to matching pink denim jackets for the pink whitney girls. Additionally, there was a stack of children’s books and a plush hockey stick along with a few other toys. It was all so incredibly sweet and I felt so loved, even if I was still annoyed at them as sweat gathered along every crease of my skin. Just when I thought we were done, Paul handed me one more present and I opened it to find the softest stuffed rabbit.

“A bunny for dust bunny.” I breathed, tearing up once more. “Thank you,” I added, directing the comment at all of the guys though my eyes stayed locked on Paul’s. Leaning down, he moved to pull me into a hug and as he stood back up his hand rested against the side of my bump for just a moment. Almost immediately though, a sharp kick resounded from inside me, directed right at Paul’s hand and his eyes went wide. His hand didn’t move right away and a second and then third kick quickly followed the first.

“That’s…” Paul said, his voice suddenly tight.

“Okay, little one that’s enough,” I replied, my hand falling to my stomach right beside Paul’s. “I know you just wanted to say hi but that’s mama you’re beating up in there.” Though Paul pulled his hand back, a look of shock remained on his face.

“Is that the first time you’ve felt a baby kick?” I asked him, reaching my hand out for him to pull me to my feet because I had been sitting too long and needed to stretch. He nodded, still at a loss for words, and I smiled drawing his hand back to my stomach to see if it would make dust bunny kick again. It was clear she sensed the new touch because she once again responded immediately, her tiny feet shifting inside of me.

“Fuck.” Paul cursed, his eyes wet by the time he finally pulled his hand away. Seeing his reaction to her movements was a moment I doubted I’d forget any time soon but those emotions were quickly quashed by the feeling of the sun beating down on me.

“Alright...it’s time for me to go back inside. It’s too darn hot out here.” I explained. “And I don’t want to hear a word about it. When you guys are heavily pregnant during the summer, then you can throw around chirps.

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Propped up in bed later that night, I watched as Paul lay with his head on my thigh, talking to and pressing the occasional kiss to my bump. It was so obvious that he was going to be completely wrapped around her finger once she was born if he wasn’t already and for the first time in weeks I felt an unknown tension slip out of my body.

“You’re incredible you know…” Paul whispered, lifting his head just a bit to look up at me. When my eyebrow quirked in response, Paul leaned up a little more. “I mean you’re growing another person inside of you right now. You’re providing her protection and food and oxygen and soon she’ll become her own little entity. It’s incredible.”

“Women do this all of the time,” I replied, sure it was cool and pretty incredible but it was how nature worked so it wasn’t like I was doing anything that was any more special than any other mother.

“That may be true but it’s still incredible.” Paul insisted. “Only a bit longer until she’s here.” He mused, his fingers tracing over the area where my little girl had just kicked, having watched the way my belly flexed because of her tiny feet.

“Don’t remind me.” I sighed, biting gently at my lower lip.

“What’s wrong Leigh? I thought you’d be so ready for her to be here?” He asked, his hand sliding to lace his fingers with mine.

“I am ready for her to be here.” I insisted. “I’m just not ready for the whole labor thing.”

Paul’s face went pensive, his fingers just tracing patterns against my own.

“I mean you’re going to have your mom there right?” He questioned causing me to let out an even bigger sigh.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “My mother is the queen of all worriers and I don’t know if having her there would help or just cause me more stress.” This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about this and time and time again I’d come to the same conclusion. “I guess I’m just going to be on my own.” Paul was silent for a minute, multiple emotions shifting across his face.

“Is there someone you’d want to have there?” He eventually inquired, his voice barely audible. Hints of a frown appeared on my face as what seemed impossible crossed my mind once more. It wasn’t something I’d ever ask, not after everything. “Leigh…” Paul trailed off. “Do you want me there when she’s born?” Weakly I nodded and Paul immediately sat up, pulling me against his chest as best he could.

“You make me feel calm,” I mumbled into his shoulder. “You make me feel like I can do anything.” My voice dropped significantly as I started crying into his shoulder, all of the overwhelming thoughts bubbling over the edge. “I can’t imagine doing it without you.” With his lips pressed against my temple and his hand rubbing up and down my back, eventually, I regained control of my emotions.

“I’ll make some calls in the morning okay.” He promised. “I’ll do everything in my power to be there.” With what felt like an elephant-sized weight lifted off of my shoulders I let Paul shift the two of us into our usual sleeping position, one of his knees pressed between mine as his hand rested against my stomach and his body spooned behind me providing a welcome support to my aching back.

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When I woke, the sun was peeking through the bedroom curtains. Reaching for my phone I discovered that it was nearly 8am. Needing to pee, I slipped out from under Paul’s arm and moved to the bathroom. This was the first time in over a month I had slept through the night and it didn’t take a genius to figure out just why that was.

Slowly making my way downstairs, I found Whit sitting at the counter with a mug full of coffee in front of him.

“Want some breakfast?” I whispered planning on making up a few eggs for myself because I hadn’t had my multiple middle of the night snacks and I was starving. With the launch party scheduled from 12-4pm, I knew everyone would need to get moving sooner rather than later. A large breakfast for everyone was soon made up, and after eating, I made my way back upstairs to shower and get ready while the guys cleaned up the kitchen.

I’d slipped into my swimsuit before throwing on a maxi dress. Not long after my hair was straightened and I’d put on just some light makeup, certain that anything more would just melt off my face from the sun. However, there was still one task I needed to take care of and it happened to be the most difficult.

Twenty minutes later, I was precariously perched on the edge of the tub which contained an inch or so of water when Paul knocked on the door.

“The guys are ready to go.” He called out through the wood.

“I need a few more minutes.” I declared, my voice exasperated as I attempted to lean forward to drag the razor along the skin of my legs. After a moment the door gave way and Paul stepped into the small bathroom.

“What are you…?” He trailed off before quickly shaking his head.

“Don’t look at me like that okay,” I grumbled. “This is not easy with little miss in the way,” I complained. Another slow pass of the razor up my leg almost sent me tumbling into the tub.

“Give it here,” Paul demanded.

“I am quite capable.” I insisted, my stubbornness showing.

“Leigh just give me the damn razor before you hurt yourself,” Paul repeated, his large frame moving to sit on the lid of the toilet seat.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing.” I continued, struggling once more to reach my ankles. “I’d rather not have cuts everywhere.”

Paul ultimately won this battle, and soon I was sitting on the toilet seat while Paul balanced on the edge of the tub, his hands gently holding each of my legs in turn as he slowly and carefully pulled the razor blades along my skin. It was such an intimate action that I struggled not to shiver under his touch. When he was done, he dried my legs off before pulling me to my feet, and after a moment, my sandals were dropped in front of me so all I had to do was slide into them.

“Now are you ready?” He murmured softly, his gaze soft but teasing.

“I mean I guess so.” I sighed although today was even hotter than yesterday had been and I was not looking forward to melting under the sun. The guys complained about how long I had taken as I walked into the living room and after flipping them off I grabbed the beach bag I had packed before waddling my way out to the van New Amsterdam had sent.

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The Jersey shore was pumping and alcohol was flowing by the time we finally arrived at the beach. Representatives from New Amsterdam met us in a staff tent and it was explained that the guys and drink would be introduced and then they would just have to mingle, chat and take pictures with fans who were trying the drink for the first time. While they did the official things, I sat in a shaded tent trying to keep my water intake up. Soon though, the guys returned and urged me to come out and socialize with people because apparently, people wanted to talk to me too. I wasn’t sure how much of that I was buying but complaining hadn’t seemed to be doing me much good so I went along with things, walking around the beach to talk to people.

Soon, the guys were pulled into a beach volleyball game. With Paul having tossed his shirt off into the sand at some point, I was met with an eyeful that sent my body temperature spiking even higher. Needing to cool down, I dumped my things somewhere safe and made my way down into the ocean, letting the cool water lap at my skin as it helped make the heat a little less unbearable.

The heat was back full force though as soon as I climbed out of the ocean and slipped back into my dress and shoes. Running back into Paul I was pulled into the conversation he was having with a group around him and soon I found myself leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped lightly around my waist. As the conversation continued, I closed my eyes and just tried to relax, feeling fatigued and overwhelmingly hot.

“Leigh?” Paul’s voice filtered through to my ears and I hummed in response. “I called your name multiple times and you didn’t respond...are you okay?” He questioned.

“Tired. Headache. Hot.” I mumbled and immediately Paul excused us from the group of fans surrounding us. I was led into a tent and Paul disappeared but when he returned I found myself being helped back into the same van as earlier. “Hmm?” I questioned, full thoughts not really forming in my brain right now.

“Taking you back to the house before you pass out from heat exhaustion,” Paul explained and it wasn’t much longer before he was leading me into the beach house, his hands providing additional balance support as I moved into our bedroom. Already the air conditioning felt wonderful and the feeling of softness along my entire body took the edge off of the achiness that lingered everywhere.

I must have fallen asleep because the sun was no longer pouring through the window when I next opened my eyes. A bottle of water and some strawberries were sitting on the bedside table. I was finishing off the bowl when Paul appeared in the doorway, concern etched into his expression.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.” I replied, rubbing my hand gently over my bump and smiling when I felt my little girl shift in response.

“Why didn’t you speak up sooner?” He wondered as he moved to sit beside me.

“I told you guys for weeks that it wasn’t a good idea and no one listened to me,” I mumbled. Immediately concern shifted to guilt and Paul sighed, scraping his nails over the back of his neck.

“I should have listened.” He admitted. “I’m sorry. I let my desire to see you in person drown out your wants and needs.” Shrugging, I sent him a soft smile to let him know that all was forgiven. “So I have some good news for you.” He declared, shifting topics. “The coyotes agreed to give me two weeks off. So I was thinking I’d come out a week before your due date and stay the full two weeks so hopefully, I can help you out for at least a few days once she arrives.”

The knowledge that he was willing to fly across the country to be there to support me and this little girl through labor and the first little bit after her arrival meant the world and I couldn’t control the tears pouring down my cheeks. As quickly as they fell, Paul’s thumbs were wiping them away. “I take it that works for you…” He surmised. “At least I’m hoping these are happy tears. Sometimes I can’t tell anymore with the way you start crying at the drop of a hat.” He teased.

Though he teased about my emotions going haywire, he never complained and took whatever I threw at him, letting anything negative roll right off of his back. I owed him more thank yous than I could ever say and shifting my body, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly as my little girl squirmed inside of me.

Knowing that he would be by my side made the prospect of labor a little less scary and now I was even more ready to have my little girl in my arms.

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Baby Don’t Move

⇢ Pairing Yunho x Female OC | Office Worker AU

⇢ Word Count 6.010

⇢ Warnings Yunho has a filthy mouth and a huge dick, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, cursing (in general), aaaand I think that’s it

⇢ Summary Naima Yancey is ambitious and determined so her promotion at DevTech comes as no surprise to anyone. What should be a joyous moment for her is tainted. The promotion comes with a real office, more money, and a higher status, but it also comes with close proximity to the office golden boy Yunho. He gets under her skin in a way no one ever has, but she’s determined not to let this oversized menace ruin this opportunity for her. Turns out, Yunho would rather ruin her instead.

The muted ding of the elevator sounds much too joyful to Naima. Her transfer to the accounts receivable department should be marked by the sound of a death rattle or a dying elephant. A twinkling little ding only makes her even more pissed off. She glances down at the contents of the box nestled in her arms to see the brand new name plate she’d been given for her new office.

Naima Yancey

Receivables Supervisor

The youngest supervisor in DevTech history according to HR. She guesses that anyone else in her position would be excited about the transfer she’s mentally griping about. It’s not every day that someone like her gets unexpectedly promoted to a supervisory position. Naima has only been with the company for three years and apparently she’d made the most of that time. She pauses next to a sea of cubicles to scan the numbers above the offices on either side of the employees rapidly typing away at their stations. Only a few of them even bother to give her a second glance and for that Naima is incredibly grateful. She finally spots her destination, hiking the cardboard box she’s unloaded her desk into a little higher on her hip. She takes half of a step and immediately regrets every life choice that led her to this point.

“Well look who we have here. Are you lost, Ravioli?” Naima grits her teeth at that god awful nickname, swallowing the scathing retort that’s burning her throat. The deep baritone voice sounding off somewhere over her left shoulder is the cause of every ounce of the work stress she carries in her shoulders like a boulder.

Yunho Jeong. Beholder of an unfair amount of undeserved beauty and the victim in Naima’s most murderous dreams.

“You were in the staff meeting when they announced my promotion, Yunho.” She deadpans. Her skin is starting to itch from the prolonged exposure to the man in front of her. The smirk that is practically permanently etched on his face does nothing but piss her even more. She wants to smack him until it disappears.

“I’m just messing with you, Ravioli. You know that. Welcome to Receivables.” He shoves his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he starts backing away. “Try not to fuck it up!” Naima can feel the thick cardboard of her box bending to the forceful clench of her fists. The weight of of nearly fifty pairs of eyes keeps the scathing remark she wants to make from bubbling up.

Fucking Yunho. Naima hasn’t even been in Receivables for an hour and she’s already doubting if the extra money is worth the headache. Okay, who is she kidding? The extra money is definitely worth it. Getting ahead of her bills had felt like the pipe dream of a wistful millennial before it had become an unexpected reality just last week. No way she lets some oversized preteen bully ruin this for her.

Naima is almost done putting her things into her new desk when the sound of an office door loudly closing disturbs her concentration. She looks up to see the source of the noise is none other than Yunho himself. All of the offices on this floor conveniently have floor to ceiling windows next to the door which allows people directly across from each other to see into the other person’s office. Naima is absolutely horrified at the implications of this as Yunho stares her down with a satisfied smirk. It’s obvious now that he slammed his door on purpose to get her attention.

“This is the worst day of my life.” Naima mumbles to herself as she does her best to ignore Yunho’s gaze burning into her forehead.

IT arrives a few tense minutes later to set up her docking station and get her started on the training modules for her new job duties. She’s taking notes on how to perform certain functions in the billing system when she receives a chat notification from her work husband Knox Rivers back in her old department.

KR: Hey wifey how’s the swanky new digs?

NY: My office is DIRECTLY across from Yunho’s office

NY: I can literally see every move he makes and he can see mine

KR: Dreamville? My treat

Naima immediately perks up at the mention of the bar down the street that has become a favorite amongst their group of friends. It’s going to take a lot to make her feel good about working in such close proximity with Satan’s hardest working demon, but a free round of drinks is a great start.

NY: I’ll meet you downstairs at 5:30

Naima nearly bursts into tears when she steps off of the elevator and spots Knox leaning seated in the lobby playing a game on his phone. She’s always thought that he looked like Thor with his long hair and athletic build and right now a superhero is exactly what she needs. A giggle bubbles up from Naima’s throat at the red stain that creeps down Knox’s throat when she sneaks up on him to kiss his cheek.

“Come on, big guy. There’s a Blue Magic with my name on it and I intend to collect my due.” Naimah declares, clapping Knox on his broad shoulders.

“Lead the way, my lady.” He holds the door open like the gentleman he is with a dramatic flourish. Naima’s heart twinges a little. She misses the days when talking to him in person required her to lean back in her chair as opposed to taking an elevator ride.

A few other people from the office are already at Dreamville when Naima and Knox arrive. They’re quickly swept up in familiar gossip and more drinks than anyone has a right to consume on a Tuesday evening. She’s engaged in a dangerous game of darts with a new employee named Xavier when a horribly familiar voice rings out above all the noise in the bar. Her head whips in the direction the voice came from, but the dart flies from her fingers anyway nearly taking some poor girl’s eye out. She yells out an apology but apparently her almost victim has had a little too much to drink herself and simply waves her off.

“Nice aim, Ravioli. An inch to the left and you would’ve scored a perfect murder.” Yunho taunts. Naima crosses her arms across her chest in indignation. Her eyes watch him intently and therefore don’t miss the way his gaze drops to get a look at her cleavage. His jaw ticks and she wants nothing more than to comment on that but Xavier interrupts by extending his hand in Yunho’s direction as he introduces himself.

“Naima, you ready to leave? I was about to call an Uber.” Knox materializes out of nowhere, phone in hand and Naima’s eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees that it’s nearing eleven. She hadn’t realized that they’d been there for so long.

“See you tomorrow, Ravioli. Later, Knox.” She’d almost forgotten that Yunho was still here. He winks at her before he turns to walk away and, despite the fact that he can no longer see her, Naima flips him off.

Naima is still fuming nineteen minutes later when the Uber arrives. She successfully dodges Knox’s first few questions about why she’s so mad, but he eventually wears her down. She’d forgotten that Knox becomes a wannabe psychologist that likes to talk about people’s feelings after he’s had a few drinks.

“What do you have against him? You’re probably the only person at the whole company that doesn’t get along with him.” Naima rolls her eyes skyward. Yunho the golden boy is apparently loved by everyone and it makes her seethe even more. She wracks her brain for someone at the company that she can add to her side and thankfully comes up with a name.

“Fake news! Saia in purchasing called him a douche nozzle last week and I am inclined to agree.” Naima is quite pleased with herself as she settles back into the plush seating of the SUV. Her satisfaction is short lived.

“Saia doesn’t count.” Knox counters quickly. “Yunho dated her younger sister and it ended badly so that just leaves you.”

“The night before my first day at DevTech, my friends from back home came to town to celebrate and we went to this super fancy restaurant.” The red light at the intersection bathes them both in its glow which is ironic in Naima’s opinion.

She regales Knox with the store of how her friend Keyanna had bought her a ravioli entree to go so that she could have her favorite food on her first day. Yunho had snuck up on her when she was in the break room, startling her to the point that she ended up dropping a ravioli on her white button up. Of course the evil bastard had laughed about it till he could barely stand. She’d had to walk around for the rest of the day with the sauce stain on her shirt and Yunho has called her Ravioli every day since then.

“That…” Knox pauses to piece his thoughts together. “okay, yeah, I can’t say I’d be too fond of him either after that.” He admits.

“See? He’s an asshole and I hope he steps on a lego every day for the rest of his miserable life.” Their Uber driver, who had remained silent aside from the quick hello when they’d gotten in her car, snorts at the curse Naima speaks into Yunho’s life.

“You know he teases you because he probably wants to fuck you right? Men aren’t as evolved as people would like to believe.” Knox points out. Naima withdraws from him as if he just told her to go fuck herself.

“If he thinks that being an asshole will grant him access to my pearly gates then he’s a bigger idiot than I thought he was.” She and the driver exchange a high five when she chimes in with her agreement. Naima makes a mental note to make sure that Knox tips her good for being an intellectual.

A wave of exhaustion washes over Naima when their apartment complex comes into view. Thoughts of a hot shower and her fluffy pillows makes the time required to drive to their part of the complex feel like an eternity. She bids the friendly Uber driver a safe and prosperous night before all but running towards her building with a wave to Knox tossed carelessly over her shoulder as he makes his way to the building directly across from hers.

“Morning, Killer.” Yunho is way too chipper this morning especially since Naima has already had to suffer through elevator chatter about how he won a drinking contest last night. It doesn’t help that now he’s bringing up her almost homicide.

“Don’t you have something else to do? Like your job?” Yunho pretends to recoil from her remark as he follows Naima to her office. She wishes she could just haul off and smack him but that wouldn’t bode well for her professional career.

He props himself up against the wall next to her office and it’s as she unlocking her door that she registers just how close he is to her. A small shift of her weight to her right foot would push her up against his chest. Her mind drifts back to what Knox had said last night. She side eyes him cautiously before turning fully to face him head on. If anyone were to ask, Naima would blame what she does next on residual alcohol still inhibiting her rational thought.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Yunho blinks several times in shock but he recovers quickly. He flips around to take stock of the people still filtering into the office to see if anyone is within ear shot and is seemingly satisfied by the lack of people around them.

“I never pegged you to have an exhibition kink, Ravioli.” She curses herself at the way the low timbre of his voice resonates deep in her gut. The greasy smile on his face however, makes her want to puke.

“My kinks are none of your business. I’m just trying to prove a point. Now answer the question.”

“I can only imagine what that point is, but yes, I would absolutely love to ravish you.” He leans in even closer so that she can smell the minty scent of his toothpaste when he whispers in her ear. His closeness doesn’t make her recoil in the way that she thought it would and the reasoning behind that is definitely not something she’s willing to explore.

The second she gets her laptop booted up she’s tapping out a message to Knox.

NY: Lunch on me today. We need to talk.

KR: I’m all yours at 12:30

Naima is still pondering her conversation with Knox when she steps off of the elevator to go back to her office after lunch. He seems to think that the best way to get Yunho off her back is to fuck him. According to Knox and his personal knowledge of “guy logic”, that will get her out of Yunho’s system and his annoying behavior will cease. Naima isn’t so sure about that. She’s so far inside her own head that she doesn’t even hear someone calling her name until they tap her on her shoulder. Of course, it’s Yunho. Luck is just not on her side today.

“Ravioli, you should consider getting your ears checked. I called you four times.”

“And you should consider that maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.” She replies. He makes himself comfortable in her office as she drops her purse into one of the desk drawers to jump back into her work.

“Oh, don’t be that way, Ravioli. I thought we were past this animosity thing since you practically propositioned me in the hallway.” He looks so smug as he recalls her blunder from earlier. God he’s so infuriating. Naima adds this to her running list of why men should be removed from Earth. She says nothing, choosing to simply point towards her office door. Thankfully, he’s not too dense that he can’t take a hint and returns to his own office space.

She’s settled into a steady pace with her work when her computer pings with a message. The prospect of clearing out her dashboard and possibly being able to leave early is too sweet to break her stride. Two more subsequent pings from effectively breaks her concentration.

YJ: hey

YJ: you look so cute when you’re concentrating

YJ: don’t ignore me I’m sensitive 😭

She looks through the glass into Yunho’s office to see him already staring directly at her. His head being propped up on his hands suggests that he’s been doing it for a while. He blows a kiss in her which she returns with a middle finger. She raises her computer monitors so that he’s no longer able to see her face.

Next order of business: buying blinds

Naima groans out loud when her computer pings with yet another message. At this rate she’s going to have to stay late to get everything done. She halfway expects the new message to be another annoying attempt at conversation from Yunho but thankfully this one is from someone that she actually doesn’t mind talking to.

KR: hey did you hear that Yaya bought a new house?

NY: yeah she just texted me that she’s having a bbq this weekend to celebrate the closing

KR: you going? 👀

NY: don’t ask me a stupid question like that of course I’m going

KR: lmao okay so we can split an uber then

KR: wanna leave at like 3?

NY: yeah that’s fine with me!

Naima is so happy for Saturday to finally roll around that she could cry. Yaya had told her a few things on the menu on Wednesday and her mouth has been watering ever since. Her husband is a chef at some fancy restaurant so she knows that this will be the best food she’s had in a while.

Knox and Naima are both slack-jawed at the absolute grandeur of Yaya’s house as their Uber driver comes to a stop in the center of the horseshoe shaped driveway. She’d neglected to mention that her new house is actually a castle. Naima frowns when she spots Yunho’s flashy Mercedes amongst the cars already parked in the driveway, but she’s determined to have a good time despite his presence. They follow the sound of music and splashing to the backyard to see a majority of the DevTech staff in the backyard. They’re quick to strip down to their bathing suits to join in on the chicken fight in the pool.

Naima has just sent Alexis from marketing flying off of Xavier’s shoulders when Yaya announces that it’s time to eat. It’s a race to get out of the pool as everyone is hustling for a good spot in line. Naima is cursing the god awful heaviness that plagues her every time she steps out of a pool when she hears a low whistle from behind her. It’s Yunho and his eyes are trained directly on her ass. Big surprise there.

“Yellow is definitely your color, Ravioli.” He produces a large, fluffy towel seemingly out of nowhere, offering it to her. She’s hesitant to accept it but a quick glance towards the now empty table that had once held an assload of towels changes her mind.

“I think I would look just as good on you.” Yunho smiles as if he’s just hit her with the best pick up line known to man. He’s gotten quite brazen with his flirtatious attempts ever since he’d exposed his sexual intentions on Monday.

“You talk a big game but everyone knows that overly confident men are just…” Naimah trails off with a pointed look at the front of Yunho’s jeans as she takes a sip of her lemonade. “overcompensating.”

Yunho pokes at the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he considers the woman in front of him with amusement. He revels in the way she swallows nervously when he closes the gap between them. Every breath she takes causes her barely covered chest to graze against his but, to her credit, she doesn’t back away. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but being this close to Yunho is making her blood run hot. She chooses to blame it on her primitive instincts and not actual attraction, but even she knows that’s a lie.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to speak on things you know nothing about, Ravioli?” She can’t decide what she’s more mad at, the nickname or the insinuation that this asshole just said she’s wrong. She’s not.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to lie?” She bristles. Yunho’s sarcastic little grin only grows in response to her anger. It’s like he gets off on making her want to wring his neck.

“Admit it, Ravioli. You want this just as much as I do.” Naima gasps when Yunho suddenly wraps an arm around her wait, jerking her to him. He leans down so that he’s speaking directly into her ear and in that moment, Naima knows she’s a goner. All these months of resisting him and he’s about to break her by whispering in her ear. She wants to scream bloody murder. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been.”

“Prove it.” Naima feels like she’s put the final nail in her own coffin. Yunho has successfully worn her down. She can’t see his face, but she doesn’t have to to know that he’s smiling like he’s just won the lottery.

“Let’s go, Ravioli.” Naima expects Knox to be disappointed to see her leaving with Yunho when she waves at him to say bye, but instead he wiggles his eyebrows at her suggestively. She makes a mental note to yell at him for that later.

The ride to Yunho’s apartment is entirely too short. Naima’s shoulders are wrought with tension as she follows him up the stairs. Part of her wants to turn and run, but a much larger part is telling her to stay to see this through. Yunho has spoken quite highly of his sexual prowess and she’s more curious than not on just how much of it is true.

Yunho is on her the second she toes off her shoes by the door. One of his large hands firmly holds her jaw in place while he ravages her mouth with his own. Naima clings to his shirt to both hold him to her and ground herself in the moment. She feels lightheaded but it’s not from lack of oxygen. He uses his grip on her jaw to pry her mouth open, furthering his claim on her. The hand not covering her jaw skims across the skin above her shorts before deftly undoing the button. Her lips chase his when Yunho pulls away but he avoids her advances.

“Your lips taste so sweet. I want to taste all of you.” Naima shivers at the roughness of his voice. His normal baritone is a lot to deal with but this is downright sinful. He roughly hauls her off her feet into his arms, causing a fresh wave of arousal to flood her panties.

She busies herself with leaving marks along the column of his neck, loving the way she can feel his gruff moans vibrating against her lips. The smack of Yunho’s hand hitting the wall to steady himself when she grinds her hips against his startles her into.

“Jesus fuck, you’re killing me, baby girl.” Naima smiles mischievously, letting her lips linger on his skin. Something about the pet name he called her makes the heat simmering in her belly grow even hotter. He tosses her on his oversized bed once he collects himself enough to finally make it to his bedroom. She watches him curiously as he turns to dig around in his nightstand. His hand reappears with several foil packets in his grip which he promptly drops onto the mattress for later use.

Clothes fly haphazardly as Yunho hastily strips them down till nothing but his boxers remain in place. He smirks when he notices Naima’s playful grin drop when she takes in the size of the bulge he’s sporting. His large hands grip her hips, flipping her onto her stomach and rustling her around to a more favorable position. Finally satisfied with the way her face is pressed into the expensive Egyptian cotton of his bed sheets, Yunho buries his face in her dripping cunt from behind. He groans at his first taste of her and her answering whine is nothing but appreciative at the way it vibrates against her.

Naima yelps when Yunho’s large palms suddenly land on her ass with a resounding smack. He soothes the sting with tender caresses against her flesh. His tongue never leaves her entrance as he continues to coax a seemingly endless stream of arousal from her. She has the sheets in a death grip, moving her hips as if to separate herself from Yunho’s lethal tongue but wherever she goes his face simply follows. The slurping sounds of him feasting on her are absolutely obscene but she’s way too far gone to be embarrassed. She doubts that she would be able to form a coherent sentence of protest even if she wasn’t.

“You’re so fucking wet. I could drown in this pretty pussy.” Naima keens at his filthy words, squirming restlessly as the pleasure builds and builds within her.

It’s no surprise when she tumbles over the edge with a strangled shout, but she’d expected for him to release her once he’d made her come. Much to her surprise, Yunho doesn’t seem to have any plans of stopping. He tongues her through her orgasm, sucking gently on her clit as he thrusts two fingers into her still spasming entrance. Her knees buckle immediately from the sharp pang of oversensitivity. Yunho pulls his fingers from her long enough to land another harsh smack to her ass while his other holds her hips in place. The discomfort bleeds into pleasure until she’s racing headfirst into a second orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. Give it all to me.” Naima swears she’s on the verge of blacking out when Yunho finally releases her. She collapses against the mattress when he relinquishes his grip on her, trembling from head to toe. His chest is warm against the sweat-slicked skin of her back when he covers his body with his own. He leaves chaste kisses along her shoulder as he loops an arm around her torso.

“Don’t tap out on me now, love. There’s still more fun to be had.” Yunho grinds his cock against her ass, smiling against her skin when he feels her shudder in his hold.

He pulls himself up on his knees, dragging Naima’s tired frame with him. He makes quick work of removing his boxers and rolling on one of the condoms he’d grabbed earlier. She jerks when the head of his latex covered cock bumps against her sensitive clit as he covers himself in the slick still leaking from her cunt. Yunho watches the back of her head like a hawk as he slowly presses himself against her entrance. He swears quite creatively at the way her muscles lock down on him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Yunho!” Naima drops her head to rest on her arms, doing her best to relax. He reaches underneath her to rub circles into her clits and succeeds in pushing forwards a few more inches.

His breath catches in his throat when she pulls her hips before pushing back against him to sink down a little further on his thick length. They work together until he’s finally seated balls deep inside her. Yunho’s eyes roll back in his head at the tight squeeze of her perfect cunt. He’s been inside quite a few women in his day, but this feels almost like uncharted territory. He hisses when she flexes around him involuntarily, tightening even further though he didn’t think that was even possible.

“I’m going to wreck this pussy, baby.” He punctuates his statement by withdrawing till only the tip remains, pushing back in with a purposeful thrust of his hips. Naima nearly chokes on the pitiful whine that claws its way out of her throat. “You’re gonna feel me in here for days.”

To his credit, he tries to keep his pace even and not too fast. He really does. His fingers are probably bruising her skin from how tightly he’s gripping her hips but it’s the only thing keeping him grounded and sane at this point.

“You call this wrecking me? I could’ve done this at home with my Rabbit.” Naima can admit that Yunho’s dick was a hard pill to swallow at first, but she’s thoroughly adjusted and in need of more. Judging by the way his hips still she’s about to get just what she was aiming for. She gasps when he grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her upright so that he can whisper in her ear.

“Didn’t I tell you to watch that pretty little mouth of yours?” He practically growls in her ear as he grinds against her cervix. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way that’s starting to make her lightheaded.

“No, you didn’t.” She responds breathily. Her fingernails dig into his thighs painfully but Yunho doesn’t care even a little bit.

“Well, I should’ve.” He shoves her back towards the mattress not giving her even a few seconds to get her bearings before he’s rearing back to slam back into her tight heat.

She shouts his name, squirming in his iron grip but he shows her no mercy. The time for that has past. Yunho’s hips piston in out of her at a furious pace. His gaze is fixated on the way her pussy creams on his dick with every thrust. His chest rumbles in protest when manages to pull away from him enough for his cock to fall out of her.

“Don’t run from me, Naima. You wanted this dick and now you got it.” She keens at the sound of her real name coming out of his mouth. The way his husky tone wraps around the syllables should be illegal. He fists the sheets next to her head with one hand as he uses the other to reposition her hips to allow him to slide back inside. His legs straddle both of hers, giving him the leverage he needs to fuck her into the mattress.

Naima’s fingernails are leaving crescent shaped marks in Yunho’s wrists as she holds on for dear life. She’s never been so thoroughly fucked in all her life. He’s reaching spots inside her that she didn’t even know existed until now. She’s on the verge of tears when he slows his frantic pace. He lowers himself so that his larger frame dwarfs hers once more. His arms looped under hers to hold her close to him. Yunho resumes his movements, opting for a much more relaxed cadence. The purposeful grind of his hips is just as overwhelming if not more so after the intensity from before.

“This is my pussy now.” Yunho grunts into her ear. He sucks marks into every inch of skin that his lips can reach. “No one will ever fuck you this good. Never fuck you this deep. You’re all mine.”

Naima bites down hard on a pillow that she must have grabbed at some point as she clenches around him hard. It dawns on her vaguely that Yunho hasn’t touched her clit once. She’s about to come from penetration alone. A feat she’s never been able to accomplish. The very Earth feels like it’s opened up beneath her when the orgasm that had been flirting with her senses finally washes over her. She feels him grow impossibly harder inside her as he reaches his own end. Black spots dance across her vision when the throbbing sensation of him filling the condom triggers a smaller, biting orgasm.

She’s surprised that she manages to stay conscious if only barely. Her surprise only grows when she feels a warm towel gently wiping between her legs. Her shock reaches a fever pitch when Yunho’s fingers start working into her calf muscles. She chooses to stay silent out of fear that he might stop if caught being nice.

“You done pretending to be asleep? Or did I actually fuck you stupid?” She can practically hear the smile in his voice as his fingers climb higher to her thighs. So much for peacefully enjoying this massage.

“I like you better when you don’t speak.” His amused laughter brings a smile to her own face despite her attempts to tamp it down. She shivers when he places a chaste kiss on the swell of her ass before going back to his ministrations on her legs. Knox is never going to let her hear the end of this once he finds out.

She’s about to go insane. Naima’s stomach has growled twelve times in as many minutes and if she doesn’t eat something soon there will be fatal consequences. She checks her phone once more to check Knox’s location and nearly cries when it says that he’s arrived at DevTech. Just a few minutes stands between her and hot bacon, egg, and cheese croissant and an extra large caramel macchiato.

The sight of Knox navigating the sea of cubicles with her breakfast in hand may as well be the second coming of Christ. She throws her arms around her neck the second he steps into her office. He pretends to be disgusted when she pecks him on his cheek repeatedly. Knox takes a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of her desk to talk before he goes back downstairs to work. Their conversation when Yunho suddenly burst through the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” Naima is appalled at the way he’s just invited himself into her office without even having the decency to knock first.

“I should be asking you that. I asked you for the Murchison report fifteen minutes ago but I guess you were too busy with your little boy toy here to actually do your fucking job.” Knox stands, mouth fixed to defend her, but she holds up her hand to stop him.

“Knox, can you excuse us please?” Naima says sweetly. Her tone is sweet and even, but there’s a hard edge to it that tells Knox she’ll be able to handle Yunho’s temper tantrum just fine.

Naima wraps her sandwich up as she motions for Yunho to have a seat in the chair Knox has just vacated. She shrugs her shoulders when he refuses, crossing her modest office to lock the door and close the blinds she’d installed.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Jeong? Did you fall and hit your head? How dare you come to my office and insinuate that I’m not doing my job?.” He can tell that she’s working hard to keep from yelling at him but her words feel like a slap in the face either way.

“Look, I just need the Murchison report so that I can finish some paper-” Naima doesn’t even let him finish his sentence. She has no patience for him and his bullshit.

“Cut the bullshit, Yunho. The Murchison report wouldn’t be useful for anything other than end of year reporting which we are eight months away from so what the fuck do you actually want from me?” She’s seething. DevTech has a super relaxed company culture but HR still wouldn’t take too kindly to her punching another employee in the throat.

“Why didn’t you text me back yesterday?” Naima is taken aback. She remembers receiving a few texts from him on Sunday — how he got her number she doesn’t know — but it wasn’t anything that she felt warranted a response.

“Why would you want me to?”

The more they talk, the more Naima realizes that they went into that bedroom with very different ideas of what was going to happen afterwards. She’d intended for it to be a one time thing for him to try and prove her wrong which he’d succeeded in doing. Nothing more, nothing less. Obviously, Yunho had other ideas that went far beyond the four walls of his bedroom.

“This is new territory for me. I’ve never been jealous over women because I can get a new one in five minutes. I’ve never had a problem in that category.”

“Get to the point, Yunho.” She’s quickly growing bored of this conversation and she’s ready for it to be over.

“The point is that I want to see where this goes. Are you down for that?”

“No, you’re an asshole.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s true, but I’m cute and I’ll eat you out till you cry so what’s it gonna be?” He looks so hopeful that part of Naima wants to reject him again just to mess with him, but she’s not totally heartless. She decides to make him a deal.

“I’ll give you one week and then we’ll go from there now about this eating out business…” She trails off, looking at him suggestively.

“Come home with me after work and I’ll give you what you want and more.” The mischievous grin on his face promises another day of limping around and Naima is excited to say the least.

“You’ve got a deal. Now get out of my office.” She deadpans as she starts to unwrap the breakfast sandwich she hadn’t been able to finish earlier. He catches her off guard when he swoops in to steal a kiss from her lips as his “parting gift”.

“Later, Ravioli.”

She touches her fingers to her lips as she watches him walk back to his own office through her open door. It’s going to be an interesting week.

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excuseme-youpretty · 5 years ago

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Ecstasy

Pairing: Kim Taehyung / Reader

Side Pairings: None

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2935

Notes: Yet again, this was requested as a prompt by my sister. The theme for this prompt was “Curiosity Shop” but I thought the title “Ecstasy” fit the overall story better. I hope you guys all enjoy!

I also haven’t proofread anything so I apologise for any mistakes!

Days as effortlessly romantic as today will always be your favourite way to express your relationship.

Certainly, there is plenty of merit to be found within those lazy afternoons, your body sprawling across a canvas of clean cotton and your lover’s thighs embroidering your own. Where his hands perfectly frame your pelvis and his soft sleepy breaths puff across your cheekbones like dandelion seeds as dawn dissolves around you.

But the moments where you can showcase how breathtakingly beautiful your fiance is, and how perpetually charming, by showing him off to the unwitting universe will always be your ultimate favourite.

Because you are absolutely certain that Kim Taehyung is the epitome of ecstasy; the word defined in the bladed architecture of his cheekbones and a smile which is a little too goofy for his godlike exterior. He can read your soul as though it were poetry - where to touch you, how to kiss you, what words to pull from his gilded tongue to make your toes curl upwards.

Yet, his particular brand of affectionate indulgence does not necessarily reside in over the top means of appreciation. There is no triumphant fanfare or elephant-lead parade (although, you are certain that Taehyung would arrange such a feat at a moment's notice if that was what you craved).

No, Taehyung's adoration can be found in the smallest of expressions; petite gestures which remind you that you are eternally loved.

On this particular morning, Taehyung had pried you from your sleep with a smattering of baby-breath kisses across your face and shoulders, his wide-set smile expanding considerably as soon as your lashes had fluttered open.

He had harmonized his love into your tilted collarbones and presented you with a warm, fresh from the oven croissant and foam-tipped latte from your favourite bakery down the street. His impossibly long fingertips had chorded through your hair as you both ate in comfortable silence, perfectly attuned to an orchestra of birdsong resonating just outside your window.

Only once every single crumb had been polished off did Taehyung, regretfully, tug himself from your side. He had somersaulted toward your bathroom, his strides wide and perfectly chaotic, as he fumbled around with the convoluted dials on your shower to ensure the downpour would reach the perfect temperature for your bodies to intertwine underneath.

After an onslaught of strawberry-scented suds, and the 'accidental' wade of Taehyung's fingertips taking an exploratory turn across your chest, he had carefully pulled you from your shower to drape you in a large towel, wicking all moisture from your skin in a few eager strokes.

You had perched on the precipice of your mattress as Taehyung threw your closet doors open, scanning the entirety of your wardrobe with his lips pursed in concentration. It didn't happen often, but whenever your man would take it upon himself to correspond his wardrobe with yours it would always leave a fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen; like television static, only sweeter.

On this occasion he had settled on a white blouse to match his own pristine dress shirt, similar light-washed jeans, and an adorable indigo purse which coordinated perfectly with the heavily-patterned scarf knotted against his throat.

You had just barely finished dabbing perfume against your clavicle when Taehyung had enthusiastically tugged you out toward his car, his lips curling wetly against your own to silence any reservations you may have had about this seemingly impromptu rendezvous.

He simply asked you to trust him, his ringed fingers clicking pretty against the radio dial as he thumbed Sam Smith's satin-spun vocals to an all-time high.

Just like that you were driving through Korea's technicolor streets without a care in the world. Pure ecstasy.

And that is how you found yourself in your current position hours later.

Taehyung's fingertips are unfathomably long where they loop throughout your own, pouring like honey across your knuckles, and somehow gathering enough momentum to swing pendulously between your bodies.

Across his other wrist Taehyung balances an abundance of overstuffed shopping bags from the various outlets dotted throughout the mall. You lean virtually all of your weight against him, your stomach full of the most exquisite lunch and a plastic straw caught between your teeth to savour your second mango-passionfruit smoothie of the afternoon.

Sometimes being in love with Taehyung is utterly exhausting; a permanent fixture of motion and charisma and effortless conversations which always leave you a little tongue-tied and high on his natural dopamine.

And yet, you wouldn't have him any other way.

"Hey, Tae? Can we maybe take a rest for a minute?" You sigh sweetly, nestling your cheek comfortably against Taehyung's domed bicep. "My feet are killing me."

"Of course, Jagi!"

Taehyung guides you toward the large terracotta fountain poised proudly within the mall's centre. You perch against the cool stone, with Taehyung placing your shopping bag collection aside to join you, and sigh softly as he lifts your aching feet from your pointed heels to caress his long fingers around your tender instep.

He massages your skin softly, dissolving all discomfort through persistent compression and a voice as smooth as buttercream. His lips seek out the plush of your temple, tucking away the loose strands of hair he finds with the tip of his nose.

Taehyung's heartbeat carries a natural percussion with tones akin to tinkling wind chimes and every bit as delicate. You find yourself overwhelmed by the collaborative sensations of sound, rhythm and his earthy cologne.

You lean into your fiance's torso. Another blissful sigh flutters past your lips and across the sticky straw compressed between your teeth. With your head tipped back, you allow your lidded gaze to slowly scan your nearby surroundings.

Amidst a monotonous canvas of granite stone and whitewashed brick sits a peculiar storefront. A flash of jade woodwork, with wide stain-glass windows and what appeared to be a hand-carved door decorated by spray painted poison ivy decals.

The facade, although surreal and whimsically furnished, is definitely new. You can't help but find yourself drawn toward it like an energetic moth flouncing toward an open flame; the clash of pigment as stark as a gilded leaf amidst a blanket of snow.

"Tae?" You muse, listening for his small hum of acknowledgment before you continue. "This is new, right? I don't think I've seen it here before."

Taehyung lifts his head to follow your gaze, a sunkissed curtain falling in front of his vision as he does so. He puckers his lips in thought.

"You're right. 'Quirks and Curiosities'. I wonder what they sell there?"

"Hm. My money is on obscure trinkets. Like the type of stuff Jungkook collects in that shoebox underneath his bed."

"Well, in that case!" Taehyung grins, the corners of his mouth stretched skyward. "We absolutely have to go in."

He springs forward onto the balls of his feet with a small, barely noticeable squeal of pure delight, carefully grasping at the marginally empty cup in your hands to toss the dregs into a nearby garbage can.

He helps you back onto your feet, guiding your soothed soles into your leatherette heels once again. The visual makes you giggle fondly.

In spite of his buoyant bleach-blonde curls and tanzanite contacts, he really does resemble an animated prince falling into a whirlwind romance orchestrated by fate itself.

"Come on, Jagiya! Lets see what we can find."

Taehyung tugs impishly upon your linked fingers as he gathers your shopping bags within his spare wrist. You roll your eyes and chastise him for his infantile excitement, but you cannot deny that his palpable enthusiasm is utterly contagious.

The pretty tinkle of polished wind-chimes twirling against one and other is the first stimulant you are met with as soon as you toe across the threshold of Quirks and Curiosities. The second is an overwhelming scent of sandalwood and crisp clean cotton.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sudden light change, all springtime luminescence transforming into something dim and tinted violet from the many mismatched lamps strung overhead.

A plethora of beaded curtains brush by your cheekbones as Taehyung draws you further into the annex of the shop. There are several shelves, each one littered by an array of unique antiques and special oddities which pique your interest.

Your fiance appears similarly hypnotized. His eyes are wide, sparkling as vibrantly as blossoming constellations, as he runs his impossibly long fingertips over the top of a large bronze cattle statuette.

Briefly, your mind is seized by the notion of how much Namjoon would enjoy such a place. All of the unique figurines he could acquire to bolster his ever-expanding collection. But your thoughts are quick to sober; Kim Namjoon in close proximity with anything fracturable is never a good idea.

As Taehyung becomes enraptured by what appears to be a pair of large peacock-feather earrings, you break away from his side to go exploring on your own, making sure to press a small but affectionate kiss against his neck in passing.

You nod courteously at the petite woman poised patiently behind the counter, her kind eyes creased in genuine warmth at the small interaction witnessed between yourself and your fiance. Your stomach flip-flops as a blush seeps across your cheekbones. It always stokes a fire deep within your stomach when your relationship with Taehyung is not only acknowledged, but also treated with respect.

There was once a time when you had deemed yourself unworthy of his advances, of the sweet words which would drip like caramel from his tongue and explorative hands which would hold your body oh so tight. But he had smothered those insecurities underneath a pair of the prettiest puppy-dog eyes you had ever seen and now, with this friendly stranger recognizing your partnership as beautiful causes your insides to glow.

Absentmindedly running your thumb and forefinger over the cool band of your engagement ring, you divert your attention toward one of the more colourful displays.

A kaleidoscope of pretty scarves dangle from mismatched hangers, their metallic threads shimmering underneath the dim lamplight and silken tassels catching every little breeze which passes by like party streamers caught in the air.

Underneath them, a small collection of beautiful coin purses are dotted in a row. Some of them have been hand-stitched into complex creases whilst others carry reflective sequins and enhanced beading.

But what really captures your attention is a trio of beautifully displayed fans, each perched upon a small wooden plinthe and spread open to showcase their intimate details and exquisite craftsmanship.

One of them in particular, the largest in the collection, leaves you momentarily transfixed. It is broad and colourful; a distinct lavender hue ombreing out toward filigree lace corrugations. Embroidered butterflies spread their wings across the textured surface of the fan, some soaring sky high whilst others dip their proboscis into a bouquet of flowers so elaborately detailed that you can practically smell their tantalizing sweetness.

Sparing a brief glance over your shoulder toward the adorable shopkeep who had regarded you so kindly, receiving a nod of encouragement in response, you reach out and carefully pluck the large fan from its plinthe as soon as she grants you permission to do so.

It feels light within your palm, decorative lace tickling your cheek as you bring it close. You focus on the sunkissed crown of Taehyung's hair, on his deliciously deep voice waxing poetic about the pair of earrings now dangling from between his knuckles.

"Tae?" You hum, wafting the fan against your cheeks.

"Yes, Jagiya?"

He turns on the spot, his oval eyes softening as soon as he witnesses the weave of your hips wandering toward him and the clash of purple against your honeyed complexion.

"Ah, what do we have here?" He hums, holding a hand out toward you.

You teeter into his presence, slowly directing your fan around your body in a deliberate semi-circle, and pitch your voice a fraction higher.

"I'm so fine wherever I go~" You mewl, imitating your beloved friend with a lot less skill and precision than Jimin himself would offer.

Still, it causes Taehyung's smile to expand; pulls an abundance of impish giggles from his throat like popcorn kernels puffing up.

"Much better than Jimin-ssi!" Taehyung cackles, clapping his hand against his inner wrist to prevent damaging the pretty earrings he holds. "But if you tell him I said that, I'll only deny it."

"I understand. Soulmate priorities."

"Exactly!"

Taehyung pulls your body close to his own, his palm pressing snug against your tailbone. His lips make quick work of your flushed cheeks, kissing across elevated bone and pausing to rest on the tippity tip of your crinkled nose.

"Ah, I love you." He sighs.

Foregoing any chance for the sentiment to be echoed, Taehyung opts instead to guide you toward the cash register to pay for your newly coveted trinkets.

"Good afternoon!" Taehyung sing-songs, bowing politely. "I would like to purchase these earrings." He slides the jewellery in question across the counter, fingertips twitching as though he dreaded letting the unusual accessory go. "And my beautiful fiancee seems to have fallen in love with this stunning fan."

Before you have a chance to offer up your purchase for her eyes to evaluate the attendant's fingers are dancing expertly across the raised keys of her cash register, its numbers as faded and timeless as the adorable knicknacks which surround you. There is a small ping! as the drawer pops open, but Taehyung is quick to press a handful of crisp bills into the woman's hand before she can signify any total.

Part of you knows that you should object to Taehyung's unique brand of generosity. That he has already done far too much for you over the course of your relationship; especially today with his impromptu shopping spree and fancy luncheon.

But you also know that Taehyung would object. That he would unravel his bottom lip in an emboldened pout that will leave you breathless whilst he insists that he needs to more. And it always culminates in him going above and beyond to spoil you far more than is necessary.

So instead you tuck your smile into the mapwork of Taehyung's shoulder and attempt to hex away the heat which swirls like lava beneath your skin.

After all, it is quite exhilarating to be worshiped by the man who maintains ownership of your entire heart and soul. Why not indulge, at least a little, if it makes you both happy?

"Please, keep the change." Taehyung insists, and when the shopkeep inhales a sharp breath of surprise you feel your heart swell with pride.

After tucking his wallet back within the confined of his far-too-tight jeans, your fiance gathers the small bag containing his newly purchased earrings and loops it in place over his wrist where it joins countless others. He braids an arm around your midsection and you both thank the friendly employee one final time before returning to the sterile ceramics of the bustling shopping mall.

The sound of water slapping loudly against cool tile and an abundance of discarded wish-laced pennies almost feels too chaotic in comparison to the impenetrable silence that Quirks and Curiosities had seemingly perfected.

Your eyes take a minute to adjust to the sudden influx of concentrated light as your pupils shrink from necessary dilation back to their regular size. Still, your vision burns, and you find yourself raising your fan toward your eyes out of instinct alone, hoping to disperse some of the rays which trickle like honey between your eyelashes.

Taehyung watches the display with an overt fondness.

"You know, I'm thinking we might have made a huge mistake in buying that fan for you, Jagi."

You squint at him in confusion. "Why?"

"Just think of all the terrible jokes Jin-hyung will make as soon as we get home."

You give pause. Attempt to mentally condition yourself for a persistent circus of 'perfect fan' and 'fan-tastic' puns before they arrive. And if you concentrate hard enough you can just barely make out Seokjin's telltale laugh like perfectly-manicured nails on a chalkboard.

You ignore the urge to cringe. Because, as irritating as his poorly conceived jokes can be at times, you simply wouldn't want your Jin any other way.

"Worth it." You muse, whipping your fan enthusiastically in front of your face.

Taehyung grins, pulling your body against his own so that he may press a kiss to your mouth. He lingers, his neatly-sculpted cupid's bow clinging to your lower lip as he autographs his name on your flesh with a brief - albeit deliberate - catch of his teeth on tongue-warmed skin.

You sigh as soon as you part from each other, your fingernails finding purchase on his silken neck scarf to keep him from straying too far.

"I love you, Tae." You purr, tilting your head back just far enough so that he can glide the tip of his nose against your own.

"I love you more, Jagi."

Taehyung presses a fingertip to your mouth before you can attempt to protest his ludicrous, and frankly defamatory, statement.

"Now, come on. It's time to buy my future wife some pretty new shoes! Ones that don't hurt her poor feet quite as much."

Once again you are completely susceptible to his bewildering enthusiasm.

And as Taehyung draws you past the large fountain you had once taken solace in, pausing to capture the very moment that his lips had burned an entire midsummer sunset across the underside of your jawline, residual thoughts from your morning return to you with picturesque clarity.

Kim Taehyung really is the epitome of ecstasy.

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writersrealmbts · 6 years ago

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Train Tracks: Route 2; Pregnant

Description: Hybrid!Reader x Taehyung: As a hybrid you have no worth and your means of survival is digging through the trash, working odd jobs for those who are more kind-hearted, and–unfortunately–pick-pocketing. When you choose the wrong target, things take a strange turn as this obviously wealthy man enters your life.

Warnings: It’s just a mess.

Posted: 05/16/2019

Tags: Taehyung, Human Taehyung, Hybrid Reader

Fluff, angst: 3,339 words

A/N: This route gave me no end of trouble, and it’s not what I had in mind but it’s the only thing I could get to work for the story and then I sort of gave up so it is what it is. It’s over! Yay!

You sat down hard, feeling a little lightheaded and nauseous. Again. “You alright?” Taehyung asked quietly, signaling the dog the two of you were training to sit and wait before coming over to you. You let your gaze flick up to him. “Um, I think I might need to go see Jungkook.” You’d been feeling…off for a while now. You’d been working with Taehyung since that day you woke up in his house, so about two weeks. You were exhausted, off-balance, and nauseous at times. You’d been fighting the reality of the situation for a while, but now you had to know. Taehyung nodded. “I’ll give Jungkook a call. Just rest.” You nodded, closing your eyes. You were scared. You remembered the deal you made with Taehyung, but it still scared you. Taehyung came back. “Come on, he’s getting the stuff and he’s going to meet us at my house.” You took his hand to get up. “I’m scared.” “It’ll be okay.” He led you out the door, and through the city, supporting you when you felt wobbly.

Jungkook arrived at the house half an hour after you and Taehyung did, with a friend. You glanced up at Taehyung, but he was already moving toward them, hugging the new man. “Jimin-ssi!” Taehyung hugged him tightly. “Hey, Taehyungie.” The shorter man greeted warmly, then looked at you. Both Taehyung and Jungkook whispered to him, looking a little stern. He just nodded then slowly approached with Jungkook after Taehyung had come back to your side. “Y/n, this is Jimin. He’s a friend of ours.” Jungkook spoke softly, and you relaxed a little. You trusted Jungkook, he was gentle and kind and if he was saying Jimin was okay, then he should be, right? You glanced up at Taehyung. “He’s okay,” Taehyung murmured. You nodded. Jimin cautiously approached you. “Hello, y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Nice to meet you,” You responded, smiling a little. “Jimin is a health specialist for hybrids. He brought the equipment for testing you,” Jungkook explained gently. You nodded. Taehyung helped them set up equipment in the room. Jimin was obviously in charge now, but Jungkook was the one that was communicating with you to get you ready for the check up. Both Jungkook and Taehyung looked uncomfortable though. Jimin rolled his eyes. “Y/n, is it okay if I kick these two idiots out?” “Hey!” You nodded. “She said okay, get out. You’re acting weird and you’re making me nervous. Just, get out of my way.” He ushered them out. Once it was just the two of you he let out a breath. “Alright, so you’ve been feeling a little sick?” “And off-balance. And just, tired.” You lay back, trying to relax. He nodded. “Alright, and…were you ever taught anything about pregnancy?” “Only what I’ve learned on the streets.” “Okay. You’re a cat hybrid, so if you are pregnant you’ll have a gestation period that could last from four to six months. It depends on your breed.” “Singapura.” He winced. “So, four or five months and you’ll probably have to have a cesarean section. Alright, let’s check you.” You tried to relax as he checked you, heart sinking as he sighed heavily. “Where are you living?” “Am I…?” “Yes.” You closed your eyes. “I made a deal with Taehyung that I would stay here if I was.” Your eyes were filling with tears. “Good. You’ll need a safe environment. You’ll probably end up on bed-rest by the third month. Is it okay if I continue as your doctor?” You nodded. He was quiet as he cleaned up with his back to you as you got fully clothed again. “Y/n?” “Yes?” He came over and gently guided you to sit down again. “I know…I know that this isn’t exactly a happy thing for you. That this is because you were attacked. But your babies…they won’t know that.” You shivered, ears back. “Babies? Not one.” “It’s really rare for hybrids to have just one unless they’re animal counterpart usually only had litters of one or two.” You felt like you were shrinking. “How many?” His gaze was so sad. “Five.” Your eyes widened, and you could almost feel your pupils dilating with fear. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to take care of you. We’re going to keep you safe and healthy, and warm.” His voice took on a soothing quality and he started petting your hair. “We’re going to get you a nice nest set up in a safe, warm, place.” “Warm. Safe.” You shivered again, taking shaky and shallow breaths. “Come on,” he guided you gently out of the room, “We’re going to go make a nest for your babies. A safe, warm, nest where you can rest.” You mewled softly. A deep voice joined Jimin’s. “Hey, y/n. Can you look at me?” You met Taehyung’s soulful eyes, swallowing slightly as the sight grounded you a little. “Five.” “Okay,” He replied. “We’ll have to make a nice big nest that’s still cozy.” You nodded, feeling a little heavy-headed. “You want me to carry you, kitten?” You nodded again, reaching your arms out. He scooped you up, cuddling you close. “There we go. I’m going to keep you and the kits safe.” “Safe,” You whispered. “But my home…” “We’ll move your things here. And when the kits are older, we’ll take them camping there. You can show them the wonders of the outdoors,” he murmured. “You can teach them important life skills. And which way is North.” You smiled a little. “Yeah, don’t follow you.” “Exactly,” He replied, the smile he had on his face evident in his voice. You nuzzled into the stable warmth of his body. “Sleep.” “Okay, we’ll get you settled in so you can sleep. We’ll talk more when you wake up, and we’ll get started on making this place ready for the kits.” You fell asleep quickly, not even settled into a bed but warm and protected in his arms. ——— You glared at Yoongi. “Not there.” He looked satisfactorily scared as he picked the table and moved it to a new spot, not setting it down until you nodded. Taehyung stroked your hair, trying to soothe you. You wiggled back against him more, watching with narrowed eyes as Namjoon brought in a chair, and nodding when he put it in the right place. Hormones definitely were getting the better of you, especially today as they moved things around the room where your kits would sleep since you honestly could barely walk. At three months, with five kits in your enormous belly, you were essentially stuck in a wheelchair because you couldn’t physically handle the weight of the kits. You were too small, and Jimin’s visits to check on your health, as well as Jungkook’s, were growing more and more frequent until Taehyung finally just told Jimin to crash in one of the guest bedrooms until you had the kittens. Their friends had been making trips out to your home when they had the chance and transporting things here for you, not that there was much, but you had wanted the clothes and some of the blankets. The two books you owned. It was more because they were things from your home than actual need. Taehyung had easily fallen into the role you needed of provider. The role a mate would normally play. He kept you safe, and kept others from irritating you too much. He brought you food and gave you more soft supplies for the nest you still picked at and arranged. He comforted you, and kept your spirits up. Where you were worried about being a mother, he was excited about the kits, keeping your spirits up and keeping you optimistic about the future. He was the one thinking of names for each of the kits, imagining what they’d be like and getting your mind to sort of imagine everything being okay—though it was always with him acting as the father of your kits. Right now, though, the boys were moving in some extra furniture and items for your kits once they were born. Taehyung had gone on a shopping spree, apparently, but when he got back with the guys to help you had been upset and uncomfortable to the point where you wouldn’t let Jungkook near you. Jungkook brought a bag up to you and Taehyung, setting it on the edge and gently pushing it towards you as you eyed him warily. Taehyung reached out and grabbed the bag. “Look, I got these for the kits.” He started pulling out plush looking animals. You perked up, shifted awkwardly so you could see him as well as what he had gotten. “I got a duck, a bear, a penguin, a dolphin, and an elephant.” He set them in a row for you to evaluate them. You smiled and took them one by one, tucking them into a special spot in the nest. You then winced, rubbing your belly. “I want them out.” “I know. But they aren’t ready yet. You want a bath?” He asked, shifting so he was close enough to feel your belly as well and smiling when he could feel them moving. You nodded. He moved closer, helping you off of the mattress and supporting you as you lurched forward under the weight of your belly. All of the men were tense, watching you carefully until you were back on your feet. “They’re too heavy,” You whispered, scared of hurting yourself. You had nightmares about your body tearing open under the weight of the five babes inside of you. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” He murmured, putting a hand on your stomach, a little underneath to support it. “That’s why I’m helping you.” You looked down. “I don’t want to take a bath anymore.” “It’ll help you relax, and we’ll put in the special bubbles that help your skin and relieves the aches in your muscles,” Taehyung coaxed. You blinked up at him tiredly. “I can’t change or get in and out of the bath on my own. Showers are hard. Getting dressed is hard. Drying off is hard.” He was quiet for a while, then he nodded. “I’ll have to help you then.” You looked up at him in alarm. “Look, there’s another month before you’ll be able to safely give birth to these kits. You need to be able to get clean, and if that means me helping you, then that’s what we’ll do.” “But…you’d see me,” You said, face burning. You were looking at the floor. Hardwood. That wouldn’t do. “Need rugs.” “We’ll go look into getting you some soft rugs,” Namjoon said, herding the others out. Taehyung gently tilted your face up. “I see you now.” You shook your head. “Look, it’s me or a complete stranger. I don’t want to stress you out, but I will make sure you get clean whether you cooperate or not. Not that you need it right now, but you’re so tense and jumpy. You need to relax, and we need to give your skin treatment to make sure it doesn’t get damaged. Please let me help you.” He gently kissed your forehead. You were suppressing a distressed sound. “But I’m huge and a mess and—” “Beautiful.” You flinch at his interjection. “This isn’t beautiful, it’s—” “You’re carrying life, what could be more beautiful? I think you look beautiful. You trust me, right?” You met his eyes and nodded. “Then trust me when I say that you look beautiful. Trust me to help you.” He rubbed his thumb over your stomach. You nodded again. “You want me to carry you to the bathroom, then?” You lifted your arms in response. He bent so you could wrap your arms around his neck and so he could properly lift you. He carried you to the bathroom in his room, setting you on the chair by the tub. “Alright. I’ll run the water, just rest for now.” You nodded, watching him prepare the bath for you. “I was scared of you, you know.” He glanced over at you, then smiled. “Jungkook told me. He was really surprised at how quickly you started trusting me.” You shrugged. He came over to you and helped you stand up. Your face, ears, and tail were burning as he started undressing you like it was the most normal thing in the world. He’d seen your belly before because you had needed help putting lotion on it when you got a rash from a minor allergic reaction two or three weeks back. But now he was seeing your whole body. Everything you hated, or felt weird about. And he didn’t seem to notice anything at all. He just helped you into the bathtub without a word, then went to talk to the boys before he helped you with your hair. You slid under the bubbles, getting your hair wet. The water helped alleviate some of the weight, but you still felt like you had this huge weight attached to your middle. He came back not too long later, entering quietly, but making sure you heard him. “Better?” “A little,” You agreed, tilting your head under his hand so that he would rub behind your ear. He complied, leaning down and kissing your nose. “Want me to wash your hair, or let you relax more?” You hummed, not certain. You wanted both. Just like when it was late at night and you were cuddling with him because you needed him to hold you so you could sleep and you just wanted him to kiss you but also weren’t sure that was what you wanted. Your eyes widened from slits when his lips pressed a feather-light kiss to your lips. He smiled at your surprise. “So cute.” “Can you rub my feet?” You asked. He grinned at the abrupt change, then looked over at your feet. “I’d get pretty wet.” “So don’t wear your clothes.” He looked at you in shock. “What?” “Hey, you saw me in all my pregnant glory. At least you’re in normal shape. I’m a balloon.” You looked down at your belly. “That has little alien beings inside of it that I can see moving.” He leaned over and made an adoring sound. “They’re going to be so cute!” He then met your eyes again. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m still a man.” “One that I need to rub my feet. Don’t worry, I’ve seen everything.” You tried to reach for the shampoo but your stomach got in the way. You growled, shifting so you could reach it before he could grab it for you. You opened the bottle and started lathering your hair. “Besides, the tub is big enough.” He didn’t answer, so you glanced over, seeing him taking off his shirt. Yeah. No big deal. Definitely not a big deal. He climbed into the water quickly, sinking below the bubbles by your feet and bringing one up so he could rub it. He seemed a little shy and maybe embarrassed. You smiled across at him. “Thanks, Taehyung.” He smiled back. “I told you. I plan on being here for the long run. This is your home now. This will be their home. They’ll have a better start to life than you were given.” You rubbed your hand over your stomach. “Do you think I’ll be a good mother?” “Yeah. I really do.” You hoped he was right. ———— You hissed before you even had your eyes open, sensing an intruder trying to enter your nest where you had your kits. “Shh, y/n, it’s just me,” Tae’s voice washed over you and you relaxed, blinking blearily before looking to your five kits. They were all sleeping peacefully, tails curled around themselves or their siblings hands or feet, so you turned your attention back to him. He crawled in behind you, careful not to come between you and the kits again (you still felt bad that Jimin might get a scar from that scratch). “Didn’t mean to wake you,” He whispered. “The boys left. How are the kits?” “Mmm, the boys are fussy, but I expected as much.” “Why?” “Boys are always fussier than girls,” You pulled the one boy to your chest when he seemed to be working himself into crying. “I still need to name them.” Tae cooed softly, gently brushing the baby’s cheek. “I’ve got a list of names on my phone if you’d like to look at those.” You smiled, wiggling back into his grasp. “You want to hold him? He doesn’t want to feed.” “Yes!” He helped you sit up, propping you up with some of the pillows, before carefully taking the small kit. He looked at it with so much love, you would almost say that he loved them more than you did. “Look at you, so big. You gave your momma so much trouble.” That was an understatement. You had gone into labor unexpectedly and all of you had misidentified it as false labor. This big chunk was the first to be born and he was far too big for you. Your pelvis was fractured and the others were removed through a c-section. You were on a lot of pain-killer. “But me and momma are going to take such good care of you and your siblings. I’m going to love you with all I’ve got,” He whispered. “And don’t tell your momma, but I’m going to keep loving her too.” You smiled and purred softly. The two of you had been growing closer and closer the longer you were pregnant the more you understood that Taehyung was just waiting for you to give him the okay to be the adoptive father to your kits. About two weeks ago he had confessed that he fell in love with you in that alley, and frankly you had easily fallen in love with him once you had relaxed. You trusted him more than anyone else. “Look at your cute little kitten ears and your tiny little fingers,” Taehyung murmured adoringly. “You all took after your momma, that’s good.” You checked your other kits but they were sound asleep, all breathing well. One of the girl’s tails was flicking happily and a little purr filled the nest. “Three little boys and two little girls,” You murmured. “This is going to be interesting. Boys are so much trouble.” “Girls are so moody,” Taehyung countered. “Boys are too. Plus they rough-house and hurt each other.” “Girls are…” “Quicker to mature,” You pointed out. He chuckled, snuggling the baby. “They smell so good.” You looked up. “Yeontan is trying to get into the nest.” “Yeontan, out,” Tae ordered. You smiled a little. “He’s got quite the mouth.” “I’m moving training to the house. The dogs are ready for in-home training. Will you be okay with them in the house? It’ll be good to have them around kids and train.” You nodded. “I’ll talk to them. Besides, they can run through the house for me since I’m not really able to move much on my own.” He set the baby back down with the others and you made sure the babe was properly positioned. Taehyung kissed you when you looked back up. “You’re sure you’re okay with me being their dad?” “Are you sure you’re okay with it? Five kids is a lot.” He just grinned. “It’s the perfect amount. I mean, I always said I wanted four boys and one girl, but it’s probably better this way.” You nodded. “This way neither of the girls ever wants for another girl and they don’t get spoiled for being the only girl.” He shifted your pillows so that you were laying back again. “You should rest some more while you can. I’ll watch over them.” You nodded, closing your eyes. You could hear him whisper as you fell asleep: “I love…”

Masterlist. ~ Part 2. ~ Route 1

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Seventy-Eight: It Was Pink ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi, Umino Iruka ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

She took it with her everywhere. The grocery store with her mother, the park, her occasional doctor visits, relatives’ houses...everywhere. Whenever Hinata Hyūga went, her little bunny plush went with her. It was pink, and unbelievably soft, with long floppy ears, and a heart-shaped nose. Big brown eyes seemed to stare right through a person as she’d cling it to her chest like a life preserver. It was her comfort, her best friend, her safety blanket. A first gift from mother to daughter upon their arrival home from the hospital. From the moment her tiny fingers could grip its soft plush form, they rarely let go. Sitting at the table, riding in the car, waiting in line: her constant companion.

And after her mother passed bringing her little sister into the world...it became one of the few shreds left Hinata had of the first person who loved her. Hanabi, that sister, was given a similar gift: a blue elephant...but it never seemed to carry the same weight.

Hinata’s emotional attachment to the toy was unfathomable. Any time it was out of sight, or thought to be lost, she was inconsolable. Her only relief would be its safe return. She slept with it, played with it, ate with it. No matter the task at hand, it had to be there, too.

And then came school.

Hiashi tried to pry it from her. Keep it home. It might get lost, he told her. It might get stolen. Dirty. Torn. But all in all, she didn’t care. Nothing was enough of a deterrent to make her consider leaving the bunny behind. The only compromise her father could eek out of her was to write, with a permanent marker, on the bottom of the plush:

Property of Hinata Hyūga. Along with their address, and their phone number.

Hopefully, that way, it would never get lost...at least, not forever.

So, come the first day of school, Hinata had her backpack, and with its head sticking out the top (so it could breathe, she reasoned) was the plush. Hiashi, taking her in to ensure she settled comfortably, looked almost embarrassed to be seen with a daughter acting so infantile.

All the other first years were milling about, almost all with accompanying parents, some with elder siblings. Looking around in wonder, Hinata barely resisted the urge to fetch her bunny from her bag and hold it tight. After all, she had to spare a hand to hold her father’s. And she tried to never hold her precious bun with less than two hands. Not after so many times dropping it.

Her new teacher was a young, nervous-looking man. Iruka Umino, as he introduced himself to Hiashi. The pair spoke for a time before attention turned to Hinata.

Knees bending to her level, he gave her a wide smile. “Hello, Hinata! I’ll be your new teacher. It’s very nice to meet you!”

Her chin ducked to her chest shyly. “H...hello.”

“She’s rather wary of strangers,” her father warned.

“Oh, that’s fine - every child should be, really. Strangers can mean danger. But I’m sure we’ll get along soon, once we get to know each other.” A hand gently rested atop her head, stroking her hair.

It warmed something in her chest.

“Now, I should warn you…” Hiashi then went on, tone quieting as to avoid being overhead, and embarrassed. “She has a toy that she’s...very fond of. She insisted she bring it to class. I hope it won’t be a distraction…?”

“Oh, not at all! A lot of kids bring familiar things with them to their first class. And to the contrary, it usually helps them focus by keeping them calm! We’ll be sure to keep an eye on it, so it doesn’t get taken by any other kids.”

Not looking wholly convinced, Hiashi simply nodded. Clearly his distaste for the crutch remained.

As the morning aged and the first bell rang, he left her in Iruka’s care to head into work. The rest of his class gathered, Iruka ferried them all into their classroom, giving introductions and starting them on their education. Hinata was settled into her own little desk, plush held to her chest. Given their age and the new environment, the first day was kept relatively tame, and soon, it was time for their first recess.

The play yard was massive: several acres watched over by the teachers as their classes were given time to roam, run, and play. Shy as ever, Hinata mostly lingered by the building, watching the other kids and keeping ahold of her toy.

But after a few minutes, she heard something...strange. Glancing about in search of its source, she eventually parted her way through some bushes in an inlet of the school’s outer walls.

There, tucked away and...crying? was a boy her age: knees hugged to his chest and face hidden atop their caps.

“Um...h-hello…?”

Startling, his head snapped up, tear-stained face looking to her in surprise before dashing at his cheeks with a hand. “W...what do you want?”

“I heard you, and...went to find you. Um...are you - are you okay?”

Expression wilting, he refused to look at her. “...I’m fine.”

“Then...w-why are you crying?”

“...my dad didn’t let me take Mister Roary to school today…”

“Mister...Roary…?”

“My dinosaur. I wanted to take him with me. But Dad said no, and when I - w-when I cried, he…” The boy’s lip trembled. “...he t-threw him away…! Said that t-toys are for babies, and…” Words dissolved into crying, and Hinata wilted in sympathy. His toy was thrown away…? What an evil, evil thing to do! While Hiashi has bemoaned her attachment before, he’s never threatened to take her plush away.

“...I’m sorry…” Getting a bit closer, she crouched, still holding her bunny. Glancing down to it, Hinata thought for a long moment...and then held it out. “...here.”

Sniffling, the boy looked up, still hiccuping before looking to her offering. “W...what…?”

“This is my bunny. She keeps me company. My mama gave it to me a long time ago, when I was a baby. But I think - I think she should go with you.”

Awe slacked the boy’s face. “You’re...giving her to me…?”

Hinata gave a nod. “She’s my best friend. But nobody should be alone. She can go with you, now.”

Still shocked, it took him a moment, but after a pause, he carefully accepted the plush. Dark eyes looking it over, he then brought it to his chest, curling around it tightly.

“...thank you...does she have a name…?”

“I just call her Bunny, but you can call her whatever you w-want. She’s your friend now, okay? Don’t let your daddy see her, though!”

“I won’t.” Nuzzling his cheek against the soft material, he then asked, “What’s your name?”

“Hinata. What - what’s your name?”

“Sasuke.”

“Hi, Sasuke.”

“...can we be friends?”

That got her to brighten. “Y...yeah! Bunny is my friend, and your friend...so we’re friends, too!”

A tentative smile pulled at his face. “...okay.”

And so it was.

Awaiting her father’s arrival after school, Hinata waved as Sasuke walked with his brother, gushing about his new toy, and his new friend.

Of course, the first thing Hiashi noticed was the plush’s absence. “Hinata, where is Bunny?”

“She went with a friend!”

He stared, jaw nearly agape. “You...you gave her to someone else?”

A nod. “...he needed her more than me.”

After a moment, a kind of understanding softened his form. “...well, maybe you’ll see her again someday.”

“...maybe.”

Fate, however, had other ideas.

After two years of school together...Hinata found Sasuke missing from the classroom at the beginning of their third year. After several days of worrying, the rumors made their way to her.

Sasuke and Itachi’s mother had divorced their father, and taken them to another city where her sister and her son lived. Sasuke was now attending another school, in another town.

The news, admittedly, saddened her greatly. The pair had become good friends over their two years of school together. But Mikoto had decided that Fugaku’s hard methods of parenting were...unsuitable for her children.

It had all began with him throwing the boys’ toys away.

But he never did find Bunny.

And that, at least, Hinata took comfort in: knowing Sasuke had a friend to take with him. That, in some small way, part of her, too, went with him.

...she hoped Hiashi was right: that she would see Bunny again. Because now, that meant seeing Sasuke, too.

The rest of primary and middle school passed quickly, each year seemingly shorter than the last. And now, secondary school is already half over, Hinata contemplating where her life will lead once it’s all said and done.

And even after so many years, she still wonders how Bunny and Sasuke are doing.

Arranging her locker on the first day of her penultimate year, she glances over as whispers reach her. Girls flock together, all staring at something - someone? - down the hallway. Trying to glance between them, Hinata’s eyes squint through the masses.

...and then she sees him. There’s no mistaking that unruly hair.

Bag hanging at his side as he scopes out his locker, Sasuke glances between numbered plates and a folded paper in his hand. The gaggle of girls move to the other wall as he gets closer, allowing him passage through the corridor.

Hinata, still surprised, just...stands there.

Glancing to the remaining obstacle as he keeps up his search, Sasuke meets her eyes.

...they stare.

Recognition slowly brightens his gaze. “...Hinata…?”

“...Sasuke.”

Searching her face for a long moment, he then seems to startle. “...hold on.” Tucking his guide between his teeth, he unzips his bag, digging around before pulling something from its depths.

It...it’s Bunny.

Staring at the plush - which hardly seems a day worse for wear - Hinata eventually drags her eyes up to his face. “...you...you still…?”

“I think it’s about time she went home...don’t you think?”

Blinking slowly, Hinata gazes at the plush, softening...and taking it into her arms. Funny...it seems so much smaller now as she gives it a welcoming squeeze. Smiling warmly, eyes closed, she then looks up, lips still lifted. “...it’s good to see you both.”

“Yeah...you too.”

.oOo.

Oh my goshhh, this is so cute xD I had so much fun writing it! A nice change after feeling so blegh about yesterday's, lol I do love me some childhood!SasuHina. They're both just such adorable babbs. Them being friends as kiddos is just...music to my ears. I love it! And them carrying that as they get older, letting it develop into romantic attachment? *chef finger kiss* Perfect xD I super enjoyed writing this piece, indulging in my favorite tropes, lol Anyway, I gotta call it a night cuz...it's late, as usual xD But! I hope you enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #hyūga hiashi #umino iruka #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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don-lichterman · 3 years ago

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6fofficeci6 · 3 years ago

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thirteen Best Stuffed Animals For Anxiety

1. TeeTurtle The original Reversible Octopus Plushie

If you are someone who follows the latest trends on TikTok, you've got already come throughout this plush toy by TeeTurtle. Resembling an octopus, this reversible plush toy made from extraordinarily delicate fabrics can be used to point out your mood without saying a word. Depending on how you feel, you can flip the plushie to get its completely satisfied or offended face.

This plushie is definitely portable and makes a terrific companion for adults and youngsters alike. It is obtainable in a plethora of colours and animal designs, together with unicorns, cats, canines, pandas, and turtles. So, carry house one or add as many as you may to your stuffed animals assortment and enhance your temper.

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2. SmartPetLove Snuggle Puppy Heartbeat Stuffed Toy

Snuggle Puppy from SmartPetLove has been designed to consolation you and assist you to sleep tight at night time. It features a real-Feel dual-mode heartbeat that may be set to beat for eight hours or 24 hours. Product of safety-certified materials, this toy is straightforward to wash and is machine-washable too. Further, it features a disposable hotter that is odorless and straightforward to use. It is powered by two AAA batteries and is out there in black, brown, and white. You might additionally deliver this dwelling to alleviate your pet’s stress at any time when you aren't round.

3. Gund Cozys Kitty Cat Stuffed Animal

Gund brings you this cat stuffed animal that deserves hundreds of thousands of hugs for its delicate and huggable body and cute face. Product of super-gentle and huggable materials and featuring rippled and textured fur, you're assured of happiness everytime you hug it. This toy is an apt choice for gifting on any occasion, be it Valentine’s Day, birthdays, child showers, or Easter. Further, it's suitable for youngsters throughout completely different age teams and is ideal for cuddling and relieving children’s stress at house or school.

4. Purrble Companion Calming Toy

This toy from Purrble is an interactive toy that responds to touch and movement by sighing, giggling, and grunting to create a lifelike expertise in your youngster. This toy is appropriate for Gen Z and millennials too, so whether your baby has stress due to school, college, or work, this toy has obtained them covered. The calming toy is manufactured from extraordinarily gentle plush and makes an ideal cuddle companion that helps relieve stress and alleviate anxiety.

5. Moropaky Heartbeat Toy

Not only humans, but dogs too face anxiety that can manifest through indicators reminiscent of yelling, crying, destructive behaviors, anxious barking, and chewing. To assist them calm down and relieve their stress and anxiety, this toy from Moropaky depends on sound therapy. It additionally helps create a comforting setting in your dog and helps them adapt to their surroundings. Your furry buddy will feel that heartbeat of this dog toy whenever they feel anxious or lonely and get again to regular. The furry dog toy runs on three AAA batteries and is appropriate for machine wash. To clean this toy, take away the center simulator, and you might be good to go.

6. 1i4 Warm Pals Lavender Scented Elephant Stuffed Animal

This super mushy and cute elephant stuffed animal from 1i4 is not just a toy but a comforting buddy for you and your children. It's full of natural grains and infused with a lavender scent. It helps you loosen up and calm down when you hug it and helps release your tense muscles. Further, the stuffed toy is compatible with a microwave or freezer-you possibly can warm or cool this toy to assist it reach the proper temperature for cuddling-thus making it an incredible choice for aromatherapy. This toy is suitable for youngsters of all ages and could be an apt buddy for them once they play or sleep. Further, you could possibly additionally use it for bedroom decoration.

7. 1i4 Peppy Penguin Microwaveable Lavender Scented Plush Toy

Here’s one other tremendous-mushy and adorable stuffed animal that may be heated or cooled that can assist you calm down. This penguin stuffed animal is crammed with natural grains and infused with a French lavender scent to allow you to get pleasure from aromatherapy in the consolation of your house. To use this toy, place it within the microwave for ninety seconds or in the freezer to cool. This toy just isn't only a toy but in addition a finest pal to your youngsters. It is suitable for all ages and likewise makes an incredible collectible for children, teenagers, and adults.

8. Weok Behavioral Aid Plush Toy

This heartbeat canine stuffed animal from Weok has been designed to relieve anxiety and loneliness and assist your furry pals adapt to a brand new atmosphere and assist them sleep higher. Its pulsing coronary heart is powered by three AAA batteries. The pet toy is manufactured from high-high quality plush fabrics and has a Velcro design, making it secure and snug to play with. Further, it's washable in a washing machine. Are you on the lookout for a new greatest pal in your pet? Due to this toy, your search ends right here.

9. Sensory4U Panda Bear Weighted Blanket

Here is an adorable panda bear toy for youngsters aged three years and above. It's silky comfortable and helps calm the nerves of your little ones and provides them extra consolation when heated in a microwave. It comes with a top quality zipper and has a removable inner weighted blanket pad full of glass bead that is easy to wash. Further, this toy makes an ideal companion for youngsters with autism, ADHD, and poor focus ranges.

10. Disney Mickey Mouse Plush Animals

Here’s a weighted plush Mickey Mouse toy from Disney that's manufactured from tender and stretchable fabric. Since this toy is made of weighted plush, it helps provide sensory stimulation while you or your children cuddle or hug it. Your kids will love snuggling subsequent to this adorable toy at night time and even carrying it with them to highschool. Further, the weighted stuffed toy weighs two pounds and measures 14-inch tall, making it perfect for cuddling. Get the Minnie Mouse and Stitch weighted plush buddies too and complete your child’s assortment.

11. Fun And Function Plush Weighted Stuffed Animal

Here is an adorable teddy bear that helps promote children’s focus and attention and soothes anxiety. This 14-inch tall toy weighs three pounds and has undergone a number of exams to satisfy the security standards. It is made from high quality polyester and stuffed with polyester fiber. Further, your little ones can take this toy alongside for consolation when touring. It additionally helps develop children’s gross motor expertise and stimulates their senses. So, reward this tender and cuddly toy to your child to supply them with much-needed comfort at any time when and wherever.

12. All for Paws Cuddler Pig For Kittens

Here is an adorable snoring piggy from AFP to help to consolation your kitty when it’s lonely or anxious. This toy has a press-activated snoring machine that may be activated a number of times. It is manufactured from soft and cozy materials to provide the perfect cuddles to your pets. Thanks to this cute plush toy, your furry friend can find consolation. Further, the toy is powered by two AAA batteries and is simple to clean and maintain.

13. Manimo Weighted Stuffed Animal For kids

This relaxation companion is designed to peter rabbit teddy bear calm your child’s nerves and reduce stress and anxiety. It is weighted to put on your child’s lap, shoulder, or legs to offer consolation. The toy is manufactured from quality fabrics and filled with non-toxic polyethylene beads. This stuffed animal is easy to scrub and makes an ideal cuddle buddy at college or residence.

How To decide on The correct Stuffed Animals For Anxiety?

Consider the next factors when choosing a stuffed animal to soothe anxiety.

1. Animal

Stuffed animals can be found in numerous animal sorts. So, choosing one that's modeled after your favourite animal or that of your child’s is crucial.

2. Age

Age plays an vital think about deciding which stuffed animal you must buy. For children under five years, you possibly can choose a toy that doesn't comprise small components that can pose a choking hazard. You might also select toys with interactive elements to maintain your children engaged and alleviate their anxiety. For slightly older children, chances are you'll select these that are extremely huggable. And for adults, chances are you'll select warmies that enable one to take pleasure in aromatherapy.

3. Material

Select stuffed animals product of high quality fabric and stuffed with quality material. The fabric should also be secure for the pores and skin and be simple to clean.

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Priti Bose is a dedicated writer and researcher who extensively evaluations toys and gifts for folks of all ages. She has handpicked these stuffed animals after inspecting their features and contemplating several knowledgeable consumer critiques on renowned web sites. She has left no stone unturned to keep you informed about the varied facets of the merchandise in order that you can make an informed selection. Priti has also listed different types of stuffed animals to make sure you find an ideal one for yourself, your little one, or your furry good friend.

Frequently Asked Questions

1. Do warmies assist with anxiety?

Warmies present a gentle compression that may be therapeutic whenever you sleep. They are similar to weighted blankets and offer a compression that looks like a warm hug. These not solely assist with relieving anxiety but also provide warmth.

2. Why do adults carry stuffed animals?

Carrying a stuffed animal might not be completely different from having a pet that provides you comfort and helps manage your feelings. While some have a liking for stuffed animals, others desire to make use of them as cuddle companions when stress-free, touring, or sleeping.

Sometimes, the most effective natural remedy for anxiety and stress can be so simple as cuddling the very best-stuffed animals for anxiety to relieve your self from stress. These stuffed animals may are available in useful in soothing your kids and pets. To select a stuffed animal, search for ones that resemble your favorite animal or that of your child’s, as it helps in bonding with the animal instantly. The stuffed animals listed here include extraordinarily gentle supplies and are designed to reduce stress.

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