#getting ready for work getting ready for the kids getting ready to go

[i-like-loserz]

breedable

pairing: husband!san x reader

cw: explicit (18+), raging breeding-kink, unprotected sex (no condom, yes other contraceptives), needy/whiny!san, cuteness/sexiness aggression (^^look AT THOSE ADORABLE PICS), not dub-con because you're not actually forcing san to have a child - its just a fantasy and san respects the responsible day dreaming -- oh, and this is NOT beta-read.

wc: 1.6k

note: reverse breeding kink turns my mind into a slushie

masterlist

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you have a special type of aggression when it comes to your husband.

while there's the usual cuteness aggression that makes you want to pinch his cheeks and tickle him until he's a giggling mess -- or the alternative "awe-infused-aggression," that makes you want to crawl all over him and worship his body (because he's built like a god) -- but this special aggression is a mix of the two.

you call it the "i-need-to-pass-on-his-genes-with-mine" or the breeding-aggression. you see his perfect, docile face -- the cute way his brows scrunch together whenever he's feeling too much, the way his chiseled abs clench as he holds himself back -- and it sets a fire in your horny soul.

typically, when one describes a breeding kink, it involves someone wanting to impregnate the other person in an act of love and possession. of course, the other person is wholeheartedly egging them on because they, too, want to carry their baby.

in this case, however, you work hard to fuck him to get you pregnant.

you may wonder, "is that not exactly the same thing as a normal breeding kink?," which will be responded with a, "no, because san is a smart boy and he doesn't want a child at the moment -- that is, not until you're both done achieving your dreams and settled into a family-friendly environment."

san is the sensible one in the relationship, while you play the role of a feral cat in heat. he always insists on a condom or some birth control while you immediately embrace your inner horny demon and cannot go a week without begging him to fill you up like a boston cream donut.

you often think he's just playing the role of the timid damsel, begging for mercy before getting thoroughly ravished because he always ends up giving in.

at first, this obsession started with an accidental and harmless mistake.

you forgot to get condoms.

neither of you realized it until you stuck your hand into the bedside drawer, only to come up empty handed.

san, the sweetheart he is, offered to run to the store to get some. but before he could leave, you pulled him back and convinced him that one time without it wouldn't hurt. you can always take the morning after pill. right?

and you thought that was that.

but once you saw the way his cute lashes fluttered as he entered you, eyes shiny from how lost he was in the pleasure -- maybe something clicked for you. maybe.

and maybe, when you felt how his body shivered, finally feeling your warmth without any barriers, and how his cock throbbed within you, you knew this would turn into an addiction.

a dangerous one.

then when he came inside, painting your walls in his warmth before pulling out to reveal his sloppy mess, your brain chemistry became altered in a way that would change the course of desires for the rest of your life.

and then, pushing his love back in so affectionately with his fingers, eyes glazed over in awe and hunger, you knew something changed within him as well -- as much as he'd deny it. he already started to get hard again from seeing how he dripped from your perfect cunt.

and so, after that fateful night, you tried to hold back, knowing that taking the morning-after pill often wasn't healthy (and, of course, you and san weren't ready for kids yet).

this didn't stop you from imagining how his cum would feel if there wasn't a barrier between you every time you fucked. or how pretty he'd be as your baby daddy, claiming you as his own as he gives you the perfect little family.

ok, and fine, maybe you 'forgot' to buy condoms a few more times after that. and maybe you made it a habit to make him cum a few times before fucking him so he'd be a little less attentive to the missing condoms just so you can feel him gushing out of you once more.

but that's neither here nor there.

...

ok, so, maybe it was here.

and there.

here, in the house -- on the couch during movie night, on the bed in the morning, on the kitchen counter when you saw him in that cute little frilly apron he borrowed from you, in the shower when he got back from the gym.

and there, outside the house -- messily in the car(s), in a tight dressing room, spontaneously in a lake, in a utility closet at his work (don't ask) -- so you had to find a sustainable solution quickly.

it finally got to the point where you made a doctor's appointment to get on birth control because you knew you wouldn't be able to hold yourself back anymore. the pull-out method wasn't going to work for long, and you knew san was struggling to deny your whiny begs to be filled.

now, you can say whatever you want and he'll be the obedient husband that he is.

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"cum in me, sannie..." you whisper in his ear, rolling your hips and perfectly arching your back so you can press your hot body against his. "don't you want to make me a mommy?"

you admire how his cute face scrunches up as you speed up on top of him. he's flushed a pretty scarlet, from his chiseled chest to his cheeks -- a product of your merciless teasing and edging from earlier in the evening.

"b-baby," he meets your motions smoothly, eyes squeezed shut as his body struggles to bear with the sensations of your soft heat wrapped around him. "fuck, i-i'm..."

"...you're...?" you ask, mockingly. you lightly rake your nails against the back of his neck. the action never fails to make him shiver and buck against you. you let out a short gasp as the feeling of him suddenly fully thrusting into you nearly knocks the air out of you. he's hitting that sweet sweet spot inside of you now -- and it's making you almost as delirious as the man under you.

"p-please..."

"c'mon, hubby, i wanna feel it dripping out of me," you sigh dreamily. your lips barely brush over his neck as you speak, "then you can shove it back in and make sure it keeps, right~"

"yes, yes, anything--" he mumbles, head tilted back in ecstasy. his large hands grip around your waist, guiding your body like a glorified cock sleeve, up and down his cock just right. you swear you're starting to see white spots in your vision as he continues to use your body.

you love it when he's like this. tunnel visioned and desperate to reach that explosive feeling of stuffing you full of his cum. your eyes roll back as he continues to nudge against that soft spot inside of you.

"u-uh, san..." a familiar and addictive exhilarating heat blooms from your core and proliferates through every nerve in your body before you even realize it. you bite your lip to keep you from drooling as your body starts to shake in his hold.

the shockwave of pleasure makes you clench around him, making you impossibly tight around him as he continues to thrust into you.

"fuck," he groans at the feeling of you fluttering around him. he struggles to keep up his pace as he gives into his pleasure. you can feel his abs clench against you as his hips begin to stutter to meet yours. "take it, baby. i need you to t-take it all for me."

"give it to me. i need it."

he pulls your body down and gives one last punishing snap of his hips to press himself deep inside of you as he finishes with a broken moan.

as he cums inside of you, his body trembles, overwhelmed by his orgasm, the press of your perfect body against his, the heated air surrounding the two of you, and the panted breath leaving your precious lips.

his arms wrap around you, holding you close, as he nuzzles his face against your neck, pressing soft and sweet kisses to your sticky skin.

as you both start to calm down, san lifts his face from the crook of your neck to look up at you.

"baby?" he gently brushes some hair from your face so he can get a good look at your flushed expression, "i think i'm ready." he has such a cute little smile on his face as he stares up at you with adoring eyes.

"ready?" you ask, still trying to come down from the pleasure infused fog that has settled over your mind.

"i think we should start baby-making, for real."

a silence sits in between you as you stare at him in disbelief. you weren't expecting your sensible and responsible husband to suddenly propose such a life altering idea to you.

you're suddenly pulled out from your warm post-orgasm deliriousness.

"...san. are you sure?"

he looks down at your connected bodies, at your baby-less stomach and the sticky mess that's now dripping onto his thighs. and then you feel him twitch inside of you.

oh.

"i-- yeah."

not convincing.

(at least not in the state you're in)

"yeah, no." you shake your head, fully aware of his wandering thoughts. "let's talk about this when we're fully clothed, okay."

who knew you'd be promoted to be the sensible one?

[nanamisgirly]

nanami never liked staying at work late, but lately, he liked it even less—not because of the hours, but because of her words that still echoed in his head. “come home not too late, papa…and safe. please?”

so by 6:37pm, his keys clicked in the door, his tie already half-loosened and shoulder relaxing. the house was glowing in soft golden lights, the faint scent of dinner and lavender filling the air. he could hear little giggles and your voice, soft and lilting.

“papaaaa!!” came a screech. a flash of pink brust around the corner—the smaller of the twins, your daughter, rocketed toward him like a missile of love, her curls bouncing with every step. nanami dropped to one knee just in time, catching her in strong arms.

“you're late” she accused, nose scrunching.

“only by seven minutes, princess.” 

“still late,” she buries her face in the crook of his neck, pretending to pout—arms wrapping around him in a tight clingy hug.

“then i guess i have to make it up to you.” he smooths her wild hair with one hand, the other steadying her back. “where's mum?”

“she's in our room,” she mumbled into his shirt. “getting our clothes for bath time.” 

nanami kissed the top of her head before standing up with her still clinging to him like a sleepy koala. “let's go, then.”

he peeked into the twin's room to find you kneeling by the dresser, laying out a tiny pair of pajamas with sleepy clouds printed on them. your back was turned, humming softly, and when you heard the shuffle behind you-

“you made it.”

“right on time,” he murmured a soft smile perking his lips as he let your daughter slide down to the carpet. she immediately started trying to pick out different socks than the ones you laid out. “let me help.”

soon, it became the usual dance—familiar, wordless teamwork. 

nanami filled the tub, rolling his sleeves as he tested the water. your twins were surrounded by bath toys. your daughter kept shrieking over shampoo in her eyes even when it wasn't. meanwhile, your son, sat like a tiny monk at the other end of the tub, back straight, reading the back of the conditioner bottle as if studying. his fine blonde hair was slicked to his forehead, and he blinked up seriously at his dad.

“did you know this coconut oil has vitamin E?”

nanami nodded gravely. “sounds powerful.”

“i think it is.” he replies just as gravely, tiny brows furrowing.

it took an hour to get them all clean, between plays and rubbing their bodies—watering your clothes and nanami ones. their cheeks were pink, their blonde lashes wet and clumped, and when they looked at the two of you, the way their eyes lit up—one pair looking exactly like yours, the other exactly like nanami—you swear you fall in love all over again.

you wrapped both of them in towels shaped like animals—a fox for your daughter, a bear for your son—and carried one under each arm like squishy luggage to the bedroom.

and it was friday!! one of the two nights your kids are allowed to sleep in your king-sized bed. your daughter immediately jumped face-first onto the mattress, laughing as she crawled to her usual corner. nanami followed close behind, fingers ready to tickle her sides.

“noooo someone help—!”

“i'll save you!” your son said suddenly, serious as ever. he climbed up behind nanami with quiet determination, arms circling his dad's head like a little warrior. grip firm—but far too small to make any real difference against the solid strength of his father.

still, nanami plays along, “a surprise attack!”

your daughter squealed in delight, wiggling away as nanami collapsed into the pillows, groaning in fake defeat. “too strong…i've been defeated by my own children,” he said, his voice muffled into the pillows.

“you're not allowed to hurt my sister,” your son declared calmly, sitting up proudly on nanami's back like a victorious knight. “she's a princess.” your daughter blinked up at him from her spot “…i'm not that much of a princess,” she mumbled—but the tiny dimples pulling at her cheeks gave her away.

you stood in the doorway, freshly out of the shower, hair damp and arms folded as you leaned on the frame—heart so full it ached a little.. 

“alright, heroes," you called, "time to settle.” nanami propped himself up on his elbows, glancing at you. his blonde hair was messy, cheeks faintly pink from the wrestling, and yet his eyes locked onto yours with that look—that look, he only ever gave to you. glaring, yes, but full of quiet love, admiration, and maybe just a little longing.

“ewww…papa, stop that. .” your daughter said, catching the shift in his gaze. nanami chuckled at the comment, dimples peeking on his cheeks—the exact same one of your daughter. “sorry, princess. i forgot i'm not allowed to look at my wife.”

you laughed under your breath, crossing the room and climbing into the bed, slipping under the covers beside nanami. he instinctively shifted closer, and your son already pressed against your other side.

nanami's arm rested across your waist lazily, the little twins curled up in their usual places. and for a few quiet minutes, the room was filled only with soft breathing and the rustle of pages from a bedtime book your son was reading—or pretending. he just wanted to copy his dad but will never admit it

then, with a soft sigh, nanami turned his face toward you, leaning in closer, eyes half-lidded. “mmh. just a moment,” he murmured, his voice low and sleepy, as he tried to lay his head on your chest. but before he could settle a tiny hand pushed against his forehead.

firm. determined. 

nanami froze. your son, eyes still on his book, said calmly, “no.”

“no?” 

“she's my mum,” your son added, now turning his head to look his father straight in the eye—honeyed eyes meeting honeyed eyes, right above your chest. without looking away, he placed his second hand beside the first and pushed, gently but decisively.

you couldn't help it—you burst out laughing, hand covering your mouth as nanami stared at your son like he'd just been betrayed by his own blood. nanami sighed, defeated again. he chose to rest his head on your shoulder instead, arm still wrapped around your waist—as close as your tiny bodyguard would allow.

and somewhere behind him, your daughter giggled sleepily. “poor papa.” 

the night softened into warmth—the kind of warmth that fills every corner of your body and slows time. little limbs tangled with yours, three gentle rhythms of breath all around you.��your heart impossibly full.

this… this was home. for both of you. 

[laceyluvver]

Summer Lovin’

summary: a hot one night stand ends in an unfortunate coincidence. wc: 2215 warnings: SMUT (mdni), piv, unprotected (wrap it), one night stand, riding.

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The boiling hot florida sun beat down mercilessly, warming your skin as you relax back onto your beach towel, looking up into the blue sky. The beach was relatively quiet, only commuters and people who wanted a good spot. However, the sun was still shining and your tan was slowly building.

Slowly, more families filter onto the beach turning from a quiet peace where you could hear every bird chirp, to splashing, screaming and sand in between small toes.

You sit up, almost packing your bag and getting ready to leave when something catches your eye. He’s tall, dark hair and absolutely jacked. He kicks some sand behind him as he throws a ball to a small blond boy. He catches it and the man runs over to him, picking him up and spinning him around with a smile on his face. You were shameless ogling.

They go back to throwing the ball to each other. After five minutes, the man runs over to his bag, taking off his shirt. Suddenly, he looks up and the pair of you lock eyes. He smirked. Shifting your eyes back down to the untouched book in your lap, eyes moving over the words but not taking any of it in.

Then, a woman with blonde curly hair made her way over to the pair, hugging blonde boy. The wife, you assumed. Realising your fun was over, you pack up your bag and leaving the beach.

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The night at the resort was much cooler, a light breeze pulls through the resort, making your hair sway slightly. The bar was busy, the dance floor was bustling and the music was loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Ordering some sort of tropical cocktail, you sip on it through the swirly straw, you hear a voice behind you.

“Aren’t you too young to be drinking that?” You spin around and it’s the man from earlier.

You smile. “Aren’t you too old to be drinking that? Might make you senile.” You nod to the beer he has in his hand.

He pulls out the bar stool next to you and sits down, leaning on the bar.

“How was your book?” He asks, a smirk on his face.

“Don’t you have a wife?”

Taking a sip of your drink you turn your head to look at him.

“No, the kid is my son, but the woman is his aunt.” He explains.

“Well then, my book was very interesting.” You reply, now turning your body towards him. “Came with a view too.”

“You are not shy.” He states, laughing and his shoulders shake. “How old even are you.” He asks.

“Twenty five, you?”

“Thirty eight.”

There’s a beat of silence between you, just staring at each other.

“Ten years, I hope i’m not too young for you.” You laugh.

“You’re not.” He responds simply.

“On vacation?” You ask, downing the rest of your drink.

“Yeah, I got two weeks off of work. What about you?” He ushers the bartender over and gets you another drink, the same as before, then a scotch neat for himself.

“I’m moving state, while the movers get my stuff to my new house I stopped off here.” You explain and thank him for the drink.

Suddenly, your favourite song comes on and you hop off of the stool. “Cmon you have the come dance with me.” You grab your glass and start walking backwards.

“Now that’s something I’m too old for.” He laughs and leans back.

“Well suit yourself.” You shimmy backwards onto the dance floor and stare at him and shook your hips to the beat. Spinning around, your skirt fanning out as you twirl.

“Come on.” You mouth to him at the bar and flap your hand towards him. Finally, he stands up and wanders onto the floor.

“I don’t dance.” He says from behind you, leaning down to your ear.

“Well too bad, I do.” You laugh and feel a hand slide up your ribs as you lean back into his hard chest. You can feel his pecs from under his polo and his other hand grips onto your hip.

"I like this dress." He murmurs into your neck, his nose pressing into you and his hand on your hip grips tightly.

“Thank you, it was expensive.” You giggle as the two of you sway to the beat, feeling the alcohol you take another sip of your drink.

The two of you sway and he spins you around so you’re now face to face. “Hey,” You whisper.

“Hey.” He responds, you look into his eyes and see that they are the same mesmerising shade of brown as his hair.

“Do you want to come back to my room?” You whisper, your finger running up the centre of his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt.

“Yeah.” He nods, and you take his hand and lead him through the dance floor and into the hotel. The long winding and repeating halls of the hotel started to make you slightly nervous. Finally getting to your room you click open the door with the keycard and shove him into the room.

You are then quickly pressed against the closed door and he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso. Then finally your lips press against his and you let out a sigh, all of the previous nerves dissipating as your hands snake into his neat hair, leaving it a disheveled mess.

You pull away quickly. “I don’t know your name.”

“Aaron.”

You tell him yours. He reconnects your lips and you slide your hands downwards, and run a finger along his bulge, feeling the zipper on his slacks.

“You certainly don’t take things slow.” He sucks in a breath and now your whole hand cups him and you run your tongue up the length of his neck.

“Mm, why would I waste precious time.” You hum and start to leave a small hickey on the side of his neck.

He lets out a deep grunt and pulls you away from the door and quickly throws you onto the small bed. Your back hits the clean hotel sheets and you bounce lightly.

Crawling up the bed, he shoves a hand under your dress, pulling down your panties and shoves it into his back pocket.

Meanwhile, you pull up the bottom of his shirt and see the same sight from earlier on the beach. This time close up and personal. “Even better close up.”

You flip around and straddle him, kissing down his chest leaving light lipstick marks on his pecks and down through his abs. You can feel his fingers tugging gently at the roots of your hair, and you make your way back up to his face leaving another light kiss on his lips before pulling the top of your dress down.

“Holy fuck.” He whispers and his hands immediately branch out and massage you gently, his long fingers delicately brushing over your nipple, making you gasp.

As he gropes you, you slide your hands down to his slacks, pulling the button open and yanking down the zip. Then making quick work of his boxers.

“Oh my God.” You whisper in shock at the size of him.

“What?” He asks.

“You’re fucking huge.”

He gets shy at that and a light flush runs over his cheeks. “Well I’m not a small man.” He chuckles.

You feel his hands sliding down to your dress, then pulling off the bottom half. Leaving the both of now completely undressed and staring at each other.

Shuffling up, you grab him and start to slowly sink down onto him. He groans, you gasp and paw at his chest hair.

“So big.” You whisper breathlessly and slowly grind back and forth to get used to his size. He grabs at your hips and guides you slowly before you start to bounce up and down, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

You swept your hair back, tits bouncing in his face as you make small noises, trying to not disturb the rooms next to you.

Suddenly, he pulls you to his chest and starts fucking up into you roughly and you can’t help the loud, eye rolling sound that fell out of your mouth. “Aaron.”

You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “There we go.”

He keeps up the rough pace and the headboard starts to bang against the wall and your moans and his groans start to get louder.

“Oh fuck.” You almost scream as you get close to the edge and you can tell he is too, by the faltering pace of his strokes.

Whimpering, your legs shake lightly and he pushes you over the edge with one more deep stroke hitting directly on your sweet spot.

Aaron pulls out, cumming inbetween the two of you and you both lay there for a second, before you start giggling.

“That was so fucking good.” You sigh and roll off of him.

“Agreed.” He chuckles, then shuffling off the edge of the bed and going into the bathroom then coming back with a wet cloth. Cleaning the both of you up he sighs. “I should head back, I’ll need to see Jack when he wakes up.”

You smile. “You here for much longer?”

“No, we’re leaving tomorrow afternoon. You?”

“Me too.” You can’t help but disappointed that you’ll never see him again. “Well, I’ll let you go.” Wrapping the hotel robe around your frame, he gets dressed and heads out.

“Thanks for the-.” He starts but you cut him off.

“Thanks for the..” You smile and give him a small wave before clicking the door shut and flopping back on the bed.

It wasn’t till the next morning that you realised that he’d stolen your panties.

“Motherfucker.”

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“Hotch has a hickey.” Derek says as he watches his boss stride through the bullpen.

“What?” Jj spins around on her chair and whips her head around to look at him.

“Well he did just come back from vacation.” Spencer says, shrugging.

“Now what are you guys gossiping about?” Rossi comes up behind them placed his briefcase on the floor.

“Hotch has a hickey.” Emily explains.

“Well good for him.” Rossi answers simply then heads up to his office.

Rossi walks into Hotch’s office and slowly shuts the door behind him. “Well I guess someone had fun on vacation.” He laughs.

“So everyone knows.” Hotch replies simply and continues writing.

“Of course.”

Back in the bullpen, the rest of the team look through the window expectantly.

“So unfair Rossi gets all the deets.” Penelope sighs leaning on Derek. “We could give great advice.”

“I think that’s why he doesn’t tell us.” Jj smiles.

Before Penelope can respond the elevator opening catches their attention and out walks a woman, formally dressed carrying a file.

“Can I help you?” Emily asks.

“I’m looking for an Agent Hotchner, I have an interview.” You say.

“Oh yeah, I’ll take you up to his office.”

You follow behind her nervously as she knocks on the door.

“Hotch, your interview is here.”

She opens the door wider and you are greeted by an awfully familiar face. A flicker of shock flashes through your eyes but then you remember you’re surrounded by profilers, steeling your expression, you give a small wave.

“We will continue this later.” Rossi says pointing at him, filing out of the office with Emily.

“Take a seat.” He says, motioning to the chair infront of his desk.

“Here’s my credentials.” You say awkwardly and hand over your file, avoiding his eyes.

He flicks through it slowly and reads through everything thoroughly.

“You have great agent experience, lots of field experience for someone your age.” He states. “Show me your profiling skills.”

“What.” You stutter out.

“Look out the window and profile my team.”

You stand and look out the window.

“The blonde got ready in a rush this morning. Her clothes are similar but not from the same set. She is closest with the two women on the team, the other blonde and the woman who showed me in here.” You start. “The bald guy is the joker, he’s making everyone laugh, has a crush on the colourful blonde. And they’re also all wondering why they’re staring at them.”

“Good.” He says simply, turning and sitting back at his desk. “Expand on the crush comment.”

“His body is turned towards her, he wants to make her laugh the most and looks happy everytime she leans into him.” You sigh.

“I’m not sure if you’ll be a good fit for our team.” He starts.

“I think you should know I come heavily recommended by Strauss. And she wouldn’t be too happy if you turned me away from this role.” You respond.

You see his jaw clench. “Fine. You can have the position.”

“Thank you.” You say with a tight smile and stand up. “Let me know when you want me to start.” Walking towards the door of his office you pause and turn back.

“Oh and I want my underwear back.”

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[brokenengene]

࿐second chances - l.hs

He calls her after work just to hear her fall apart for him. The next night, she’s in his bed, legs shaking around his head, soaking the sheets with every breathless thank you.

pairing: single dad! boss! heeseung x secretary! fem reader

genres: office romance, smut, angst, second chance, contemporary

This content is only for readers 18+

content warning: strong language, power dynamics, sensitive themes, sexual content, angst, brief mentions of alcohol, discussions of infertility, discussions of pregnancy, low self-worth talk/self-esteem issues, grief mention, detailed smut, 18+ themes

smut warning: kissing, making-out, oral sex(fem receiving), unprotected sex(please don't!) praise kink, verbal breeding kink, mutual masturbation (phone), mention of vibrator usage, interrupted intimacy, soft dom!Heeseung, creampie, crying during sex, emotional vulnerability

word count: 10.6k

soundtrack: daylight-taylor swift/ let me love you like a woman-lana del rey/ earned it- the weekend

College was a long, long four years. Sleepless nights and all-nighters, good professors and bad ones.

To be honest, it didn’t live up to your expectations. 

At all.

Your grades were top of your class but in the romance department, you failed with a zero.

Freshman year went by, and no boyfriend, sophomore year? still no boyfriend. Junior and senior year? Too busy with homework to even try.

But that wasn’t your main goal anyway. Studies were always number one.

You rarely went to any parties, and rarely had any hookups because honestly?

You had essays due at 11:59.

It went by quickly and before you knew it you were tossing your tassel and walking across the graduation stage. A smile plastered across your face and an ache in your heart. 

You did it. You truly did it. 

Now on to adulthood, your carefree years are left behind in the dust.

 You felt pressure the minute you walked off that stage. So, so much pressure.

From weddings and baby showers to getting bombarded with questions at every single. holiday dinner. 

“When are you getting married?  “When are you going to have kids? You aren’t getting any younger.” “I know we told you to focus on your studies but you should think about settling down.” 

When you were offered a position at the biggest marketing agency in the city you were swift to accept. Ready to transition from campus life to corporate life. 

The first few months were rough, but you pushed through. Before you knew it you were fitting right in.

Professionally sent emails, a schedule full of meetings, and coffee perfectly sweetened and delivered to your boss right on time. 

Soon you were caught up in the routine of your 9-5. 

Wake up. 

Commute.

Work.

Commute.

Sleep. 

The American dream you were sold. Yet you still felt so empty, like something was constantly missing.

Your hard work quickly paid off. Soon the company was promoting you to the role of assistant creative director. And with the pay raise came more responsibility—and more mental strain. 

Heeseung Lee, your new boss, didn’t seem thrilled. 

He seemed like he was always giving you a task to keep you as far away from him as possible. But being the hardworking woman you are, you complied.

You had an image to keep up anyway.

You didn’t know much about him. He mostly kept to himself, always buried in work from dawn until dusk. Never really gave you a second glance unless he needed an errand run. Or his coffee refilled.

You woke up to the same blare of your alarm. Starting the day off like all the others. Picking out another navy blue pantsuit and pairing it with some pumps and your work tote. 

You tie up your hair professionally, do some minimal makeup to compliment your features, and spray your favorite perfume. 

You’re out the door just in time. Driving the same sluggish commute to the office. The same songs still playing on the radio. 

As you wind through the crowded city streets the office building becomes visible in the distance.

The unchanging, rising floors and perfectly polished glass reflect the blue of the sky. The logos were perfectly stamped onto the top of the building and the doors. 

You step into the empty elevator and ride it up to the marketing floor. The large windows overlook the bustling city below, letting the sun's rays into the concrete structure. 

Your heels click against the floor, echoing in the empty hall as you make your way toward your desk—which just happens to be room next to Heeseung’s.

You set down your keys and bag before pulling out your laptop to get to work. 

You’re lost in thought and focused on getting a head start on the day. Make a list of clients to contact, things to print, and a schedule of meetings for your boss.

You hardly even notice the sound of the elevator opening with a quiet, ding!

You glance at the clock, no one besides you ever comes to the office this early. You watch through the glass prying your gaze overtop the desktop curiously to see who it could be.

Your boss steps out of the elevator, tie loose and crooked, shirt wrinkled, hair down, You’ve never seen him show up this…messy?

Immediately your interest is piqued. Your eyes narrow with confusion as you watch him stumble into the office, coffee in one hand and laptop tucked under the other arm. You glance down and notice a small boy clinging to his leg. 

He drags himself across the office floor and the boy latches onto his pant leg. You smile softly as you watch through the glass. Wondering who’s kid your stoic boss got stuck parenting this morning. 

 “Daddy I want pancakes!” The little boy yells. 

“Shhhhh inside voice Cal-“ Heeseung says to the boy as he covers his mouth in an attempt to muffle his echoed pleas for pancakes. 

Dad? Heeseung? A Father? You had no idea. You’ve never seen him wear a ring, he never seemed like the family type either.

No pictures of a family framed on his desk like your other coworkers.  You ponder, all of a sudden invested in knowing way more about his personal life than you should. 

Your curiosity gets the best of you as you decide to confidently step out of the office, pretending not to notice him. 

Heeseung's eyes shoot wide as he hears the sound of your heels on the tile floor.

 “Morning.” He says, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment from the compromising position you caught him in. He’s visibly flustered.

Again that's a first.

You don’t know what comes over you. Before you know it you're simply leaning in to help. 

“Morning! Didn’t know you were bringing a guest today.” You say with a soft smile to the boy, waving to him as you step closer. 

You gently glance at Heeseung, his expression overwhelmed and stressed. He can’t even fight you as you take the coffee and laptop from his hands.

His shoulders physically drop with the release of the tension. 

Your fingertips brush against the warmth of his as you take the now cold coffee cup from his hand, leaning in and getting a whiff of his cologne as you take the laptop.

You feel his warmth as you do, his scent is woody and inviting. Again you’ve never been this close.

And it's making your heart race.

“Up we go-“ Heeseung says, picking up the still visibly angry boy in his arms as he follows you into his office. You set down his things on the mahogany desk and he closes the door behind you. 

Heeseung lets the boy down, and he instantly starts bouncing off the walls and running circles around his desk. He Jumps up and down on the small leather couch. Heeseung sighs as he looks over at you.

Helpless.

“The nanny I hired walked out on me at the last minute. I just didn’t know what else to do.” Heeseung mumbles under his breath. 

He rubs the back of his neck, You’ve never seen him so unguarded before.

“Callum down! No jumping!” Heeseung haggles as he pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve some of the headache. 

Callum, that must be his son, he looks maybe around four years old. It’s clear he’s full of lots of energy.

He also appears to be protesting his no-pancake breakfast.

Heeseung lets out another sigh, visibly stressed beyond anything you've ever seen. His shoulders are tense, so tense as his son only makes more and more noise.

It makes your heart ache, without even thinking you step in.

“Callum, do you want to color?” You say kindly, you don’t even know what’s taken over you, it just hurts to see your boss looking like a stressed-out mess.

And to be fair, you are his assistant. It’s your job to lend a hand.

You gather some copy paper from his desk before opening the drawers. You shuffle through the sea of sticky notes and paper clips before finding a few colored highlighters scattered around.

“I love to color!” Callum says as he jumps off the couch and onto the floor. 

With the office supplies in hand, you lie on the rug, kicking your heels off in the process. You don’t even notice Heeseung staring at you in awe as Callum takes the green highlighter from your hand and starts to scribble on the page. 

And for the first time since Heeseung walked through the door, it’s quiet. 

“Can you add a dinosaur? Pretty please!!!” Callum says cheerfully as the two of you continue to scribble your masterpiece onto the paper. 

“I can try…” you say with a weak giggle as you use the best of your ability to draw the shape of a dinosaur from memory. Letting your fingertips lightly brush the pens across the white pages.

Heeseung just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest with a stupid grin on his face. You look good, a little too good.

Shit...

He’s snapped out of his trance when his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He immediately steps out leaving just you and Callum alone for a moment. 

You watch through the glass. There he goes again, stressed and frustrated. His shoulders tight on the call, his hand roughly raking through his already messy hair. 

After a few moments, he aggressively ends the call and steps back in, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his dress pants. 

“Sorry I’ve got to jump on a quick meeting, I didn’t notice the time got changed,” Heeseung says frantically as he grabs his laptop, his eyes wide as he looks between you and Callum. Like he just doesn’t know exactly what to do.

“You go, I can handle this,” you say, chest fluttering as you see his expression melt. You’ve never seen him so soft. 

“I owe you one, you’re a lifesaver,” Heeseung says breathlessly as he turns out the door, he looks back once, heart melting at the sight.

He looks back once more before rounding the corner to the conference hall. 

You and Callum are left alone in the office, you keep him entertained. Thankful that you came in early to get a head start on the day.

It’s easy to give him your full attention knowing you have an empty to-do list.

You get comfortable, taking off your navy blue blazer and tossing it onto the back of his office chair.

You slide your heels under the desk, watching Callum fill up sheet after sheet of paper with colorful, creative pieces of art.

“I like you more than the other lady,” Callum mumbles as he lies on the ground, brows furrowed as he focuses on coloring in the rough outlined shapes. 

“You do?” You question him with a sweet voice. You lean down next to him, taking one of the highlighters in your hand as you mindlessly start to draw on another sheet of paper next to him.

“Are you going to be my new mommy? I miss having a mom.” The boy mutters, his expression hopeful. 

Your heart drops. Is Heeseung taking care of him all by himself? You can only imagine how much stress he’s under juggling work life and home life too. 

You chuckle weakly as you continue to watch him scribble on the pages.

“That’s not really how it works Callum.” You inform kindly.

After about half an hour of coloring and dinosaur talk, Heeseung comes around the corner. You catch a glimpse of him through the glass and you swear your heart skips another beat.

“Daddy!” Callum says as he jumps up and runs into his Dad's legs as he stands in the doorway.

“Were you good for her Cal?” Heeseung asks, glancing at you briefly, his expression softening as he steps into the office and sets his laptop down on the desk.

You start to clean up the mess. Highlighters, pens, and paper scattered all over the floor, your hair a mess, blazer tossed somewhere to the side. You smile softly as you listen to the interaction. 

You catch another whiff of his cologne, woody, warm, and masculine. There it goes again, your heart skipping a beat.

“He’s a good kid.” You say with a smile on your face as you unintentionally lock eyes with Heeseung. He can’t help but smile back at you. 

You’re snapped out of your gaze when Callum tugs at the edge of your shirt. 

“Are you leaving? Please don’t leave! Daddy, can she come home with us?” Callum cries out. 

Heeseung lets out another weak laugh. Face flushing with embarrassment.

“Cal, she's got her own home to go to.” Heeseung watches, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms. 

“Daddy I like her!” Callum says. Heeseung’s expression softens at his words.

His eyes linger on your expression as he pulls a granola bar out of one of the drawers of his desk. He softly breaks it into small pieces before handing it to Callum. 

“Chocolate Chip! Your favorite…” Heeseung mutters as he watches Callum let go of your shirt, running to take the Granola bar out of his hand. It's quiet while he munches away at his morning snack.

With free hands, Heeseung steps away from his desk moving even closer to you. Your heart rate picks up. Beating fast as you notice just how attractive he looks in the low light.

He’s young, he can’t be much older than you are. As you study his face you notice his expression changing, flickering with surprise, gratitude even.

“You’re really good with him. He’s never like this with anyone else.” Heeseung says to you his voice soft, just above a whisper. 

“I worked at a daycare in college, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You say playfully, an unfamiliar warmth starts to pool in your stomach. You push it down in an attempt to keep the feelings strictly professional.

“You’re a natural, I didn’t know you had this side to you.” He says casually leaning up against the desk.

Your eyes linger on the way his body fills up his suit. The fabric straining against his muscles as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Likewise, didn’t know you had the cutest little boy around. He's real special..” You say as you casually slip back into your work pumps, smoothing out the wrinkles of your blouse.

You flush, noticing Heesueng’s eyes lingering on your fingertips, mentally tracing the curves of your body.

After a long moment, Heeseung shakes his head trying to snap himself out of, whatever he’s feeling.

“He deserves the world and I—I  wish I could give it to him,” Heeseung confesses his voice low, almost sounding defeated.

“You’re doing enough…trust me. I couldn’t imagine being in your shoes. Especially with that ball of energy.” You say truthfully, your gaze lingering on him for another second too long. Noticing the way his dark hair compliments his eyes. 

Heeseung nervously clears his throat, his cheeks flushing as the noise smacks you out of your trance with a nervous laugh.

Heeseung hesitates, there's a moment of comfortable silence before he speaks up. “Well I have another meeting at 12, and I’ve got a presentation I need to work on for Friday, I don’t know how I'm going to get it all done—”

“Don’t worry, I can watch him. I’ll order him some food and keep him entertained while you work.” You interrupt with a soft smile. Your fingertips mindlessly adjust your hair, making his heart flutter. 

“If that's okay with you?” You add nervously.

“Are you sure you really don’t have to…” Heeseung mutters, but you can tell from his body language he’s secretly relieved and deeply grateful for the offer.

“I want to, I’ve pretty much got a blank schedule today so I don’t mind.” You say as Callum finishes his granola and runs back towards the two of you. Leaving a messy pile of crumbs where he sat and ate his snack.

He gently clings to the side of your leg, gripping the fabric of your dress pants. 

Heeseung takes one look and he just can’t say no. 

“Daddy! Can we play some more!” Callum says as he tugs at the side of your pant leg. 

Heeseung smiles, this time it's different, authentic. 

“I’ll be back around 5.”

And with that, he leaves you two in the office to make it your very own personal playground.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The sun starts to set letting hues of orange and pink seep through the office windows.

5pm rolls around and  Heeseung couldn’t be more than happy to be done with his tedious work.

His breath catches as he turns the corner of the hall. Heart softening as he finds the state of the two of you. 

You’re still lying on the rug, barefoot, and with your hair loose as you type away at your laptop. Typical of you to get a head start on some work for tomorrow. 

Callum rests his head on your leg as he sleeps peacefully. His little chest rises and falls with soft breaths as he dozes off peacefully.

You don’t even notice Heeseung standing in the doorway again, as you continue to work.

Remnants of a door-dashed chicken nugget meal is left right next to you. A little bit of ketchup staining Callum’s dinosaur shirt. 

Callum is fed, asleep, and happy. 

That makes today a win. 

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you for this,” Heeseung speaks up as he steps into the room. His voice was soft enough to catch your attention but not to wake Callum. 

You flinch as you hear his voice, unaware that he was watching you for the last few minutes completely enthralled with what he was seeing.

“Is it 5:00 already?” You ask tearing your gaze away from your laptop to glance at Heeseung leaning against the doorframe. His tight blazer rode up just enough to reveal his strong build underneath his slim white shirt. 

“5:16 actually,” Heeseung says matter-of-factly. He drags himself into the room, setting down his laptop and keeling down to help clean up the mess. 

He starts to pick up the food trash, gathering up all the pens and markers. A few pages are scattered across the floor. He smiles as he flips through the drawings. 

Dinosaurs, castles, sharks—his heart stops when he sees messily drawn stick figures in front of a house. 

It’s a boy with black hair, a tall man with the same, and a woman that looks a lot like you. 

Callum drew this, little stick figures in front of his home, a family. 

Heeseung doesn’t say anything to you, he just continues to clean and pack up letting Callum rest on your leg peacefully. But his heart is thumping in his ears.

Imagining you with Callum, in his home. Imagining you in his bed—

He stops himself. You’re his assistant for God’s sake, not a free babysitter. You come here to get a check just like he does. Not to live out some fantasy that he knows is out of reach. 

Heeseung glances at the picture on his desk just one more time. He keeps telling himself it’s asking too much, and that having a family like that is impossible for him.

He tries, but his heart is tugging in another direction. 

There are hardly any words spoken between you as Heeseung packs up his things. The rest of the staff was already gone leaving the office dim and cold and empty.

You gently pick up Callum. He stirs slightly as you hold him up against your hip. You slip back into your shoes, and without even asking, Heeseung grabs the rest of your things. 

The elevator ride down is quiet. The only sound is the soft hum of the cables and Callum’s soft sleepy breaths against your shoulder.

Your heels click against the concrete as you carry Callum to the parking garage. Heeseung keeps glancing at you briefly, not being able to hold contact too long. Like he’s still trying to keep you at a distance, but he's failing. 

“The black Kia is mine…” Heeseung says softly as he leads you through the empty parking garage to the back row of parking spots.

Once you reach the car he opens the back door for you. Letting you easily slide Callum into his car seat. You don’t even notice the drool left on your white shirt as you buckle him into the car. 

Heeseung just stands watching from the side. You look incredible, and he notices the drool left on your corporate attire.

You just look so right, feel so right. But he knows it’s not right in the slightest.

Once Callum is bucked in you shut the door to the black SUV turning to take your blazer, laptop, and workbag from Heeseungs arms.

“You have no idea what you’ve done for me today,” Heeseung says softly, his tone truthfully like he means every word as he passes you your things.

“Anytime. Callum is worth it.” You say softly as you slip back into your navy blue blazer. 

“Here let me repay you for the Happy Meal I—“ 

“Don’t. Please. It’s my pleasure truly.”  You say as you playfully 'shh' him with your fingertips. His cheeks flushed a soft pink at the gesture.

You don’t even realize just how close you are. 

There’s a pause. It’s not awkward just heavy. Like you can feel the thoughts racing through your head and his.

You catch a breath as he stares down into your eyes, his gaze lingering across every one of your features. 

He hesitates, not wanting to cross a line, but God he wants to. He reaches out his hand, gently cupping the sides of your face, his thumbs brushing against the warmth of your cheeks.

You swear you can hear the beat of your heart echoing through the empty car garage. 

“You are so kind, so beautiful…” Heeseung mutters under his breath. His gaze locked on you like he’s in a trance. His fingertips gently brush against your soft skin. 

He leans in, his lips almost touching yours. His breath is hot against you. The woody and masculine smell of his fading cologne fills your senses. Reminding you how quickly the distance is shrinking between you.

The moment is charged, you both know you shouldn’t. But you're dying to have a taste of his perfectly shaped lips. 

“You really saved me today, I can’t say thank you enough” Heeseung whispers. Tension sizzles while his heart feels conflicted all at once.

But right now, off the clock, he’s feeling everything he’s been pushing down since the day you were promoted.

 Right now, you’re not just his assistant. You’re the generous, intelligent, attractive woman that he's been pushing away since day one.

His eyes find yours again, and he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

He’s scared but also excited. Maybe you could be something more.

“Then don’t say it.” You mutter softly… Your eyes widen as you realize what just slipped out of your mouth. 

Heeseung chuckles again. The sound makes your stomach flip as his dark eyes flick down to your perfectly shaped lips. 

His breath catches.

He hesitates.

But closes the distance. 

He leans in and captures your soft lips with his own. The kiss is soft, gentle, barely there like he’s trying to say goodbye and thank you all at once.

Your breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel the warmth of his lips against your own. You feel the tension slipping from your body as you kiss him back with a soft sigh.

You slowly move your hands letting them rest against his chest, gently pulling at the cool fabric of his button-up shirt. 

His lips brush against yours again, barely capturing your lips with his own, keeping his distance in case you want to pull away.

You don’t. 

You can’t help but lean into it. His lips are soft and feather-like. You gasp into his mouth, heart-thumping in your chest.

Your breath hitches, and Heeseung smirks. Noticing the effect he’s having on you. 

The kiss lingers, for two seconds, maybe three. After a short moment, he pulls away. His breath still mingling with your own.

His lips were pink and plump from the kiss. He lets his fingertips linger on your skin before reluctantly pulling them away. Leaving you with a shiver of cold without his warmth. 

“Damn,” Heeseung whispers breathlessly under his breath as he puts a few more inches of cold distance between you.

“Is that your way of saying thank you?” You tease with a soft smirk as you lean down to pick up the rest of your things, face burning as you realize—

You just kissed your boss.

“I’ve wanted to try that for longer than you think” Heeseung teases back as he nervously pulls his gaze away from you to dig in his pocket for his car keys.

The tension is heavy between you two, like you both want to say so much but the words just won't come out.

“I should get going it’s getting late—” You say nervously adjusting the wrinkled collar of your shirt in an attempt to ease some of the thick tension.

“You’re right, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Heeseung questions hopefully. His eyes lingered on you once again.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” You reply as you turn on your heel to walk towards your car, scared of what would happen if you stayed a moment longer.

“Drive safe…” Heeseung calls out behind you as he leans against the side of his car, watching as you walk across the garage before stepping into your car.

You pull the driver's side door shut with a slam. Letting out a loud heavy breath of relief as you try to process what just happened. 

Heeseung is a father. Exhausted, attractive, and kissing you like a fucking dream.

A problem in the making.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You can’t stop thinking about the day as you finally arrive home. You aggressively throw your things down on the kitchen counter and make your way straight for the shower. 

Hopefully, that will help clear your mind. 

You step into the shower washing your hair and skin. You can’t stop thinking about Heeseung’s gentle glances. About Callum's sweet laughter. All the things confessed and how natural everything felt in the chaos.

The weight of the day finally catches up to you as you change into a satin pair of pajamas and slide into bed.

You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. 

Just as you shut your eyes your phone vibrates and buzzes on the nightstand. You groan, lazily grabbing it, the illuminating screen hurting your eyes as you look at it in the darkness.

It’s Heeseung. 

At this hour? He can't be calling about presentations or pamphlets that need to be made. Your thumb hovers over the green circle. 

On the third ring, you pick up. 

“Hello?” You say into the phone with a professional tone.

“Hey sorry to bother you this late. You’re still up?” Heeseung asks.

You hear the rustling of sheets through the other side of the line and it only piques your interest. 

“Wouldn’t be talking to you if I wasn’t.” You say playfully in response. 

There’s a soft pause, the sound of your ceiling fan creaking overtop your bed the only thing that cuts through the breathing. 

“Hey about the kiss, I hope I want to cross a line or anything. I want to apologize—“ Heeseung breathes out.

“No trust me, you don’t have to apologize.” You say, your heart beating faster the longer the call goes on. 

Heeseung bites his lip, contemplating if he wants to say what he’s thinking. 

“I liked it, a lot actually and I would do it again,” Heeseung confesses, his voice shaky you can almost see how red he is behind the screen.

“Oh yeah?” You reply, your thighs already clenching together under the covers just at the sound of his voice. 

“I want to do more than just kiss you actually—God I shouldn’t be saying this. Maybe I should hang up,” Heeseung confesses, his voice heavy as your phone picks up the sound of more sheets rustling. 

 “Please don’t.” You plead. Your voice was shaky as it cuts through the silence. There’s another quiet pause before Heeseung softly interrupts.

“…what are you wearing?” He asks curiously with a whisper. His voice hits through the phone as you hold it to your ear.

“Satin..nothing underneath.” You say with a shaky breath. 

“Fuck. That’s hot.” Heeseung says into the phone as you hear more sounds of him from the other side. He lets a quiet breathily moan slip from his lips.

“I wish I was there. The things I would do to you, for you…” Heeseung mumbles his voice softly trailing off. 

“What things?” You ask, your voice a soft gasp catching in your throat. 

“I would kiss you again, letting my hands slide that satin off your pretty skin. Then I would kiss down your neck, letting you moan into my ear. I bet you’d sound so pretty.” Heeseung confesses. 

You imagine it, your thighs squeezing together at the thought, you’re heart beating faster as you hear his breaths getting heavier. 

“Fuck..” Heeseung gasps with a soft moan. Your eyes roll back in response as your free hand traces lower until it’s slipping into the satin fabric of your shorts.

“Then I’d kiss down your body. Down until I was kneeled between your legs, tasting you. Worshiping you, a real thank you compared to that kiss.” Heeseung gasps as you hear the bed creek underneath him on the other side of the phone. 

You moan at the thought, you don’t even realize it slipped past your lips right through the other side of the call. 

“Shit—“ you gasp your fingers slowing their movement between your legs. 

“You touching yourself?” Heeseung whispers. 

“Yeah..” you reply, your cheeks burning hot as you do. Not completely from embarrassment but maybe from how much you’re enjoying this.

“Me too…I’m so hard just thinking about you..” Heeseung says as he’s cut off with another soft groan. 

“Fuck—“ you curse as you grab some of the wetness leaking from your hole before dragging it up to your clit working small circles on yourself. 

“I’d be so good to you. Lying you back, fucking you in missionary so I can watch your pretty face.” Heeseung gasps, his breath heavy as his hand moves against himself.

“God, your voice..” you gasp as you rub yourself faster adding more pressure between your thighs. 

“Let me hear you. Fuck let me hear those pretty sounds..” Heeseung commands through the line, and the phone picks up the sound of his sharp breaths.

Your thighs shake as you push yourself further, getting lost in the image of his mouth on your pussy before sliding his cock into it. You close your eyes, letting his breaths turn you on more. 

“Daddy?” You hear softly from the other side of the phone.

 Everything stops. 

“What is it, Cal?” You hear Heeseung's muffled voice as the sheets are aggressively tossed on the other side of the phone. The room goes quiet as you hear him jump up from the bed

After a moment he comes back. 

“Shit—I’ve got to take care of him...I’m sorry..” Heeseung says frantically. 

“It’s ok I understand…have a goodnight.” You reply softly. 

“You too, goodnight,” Heeseung replies before hitting the red button on the screen leaving you completely in silence. 

You let out a sigh of pure disappointment as you turn to dig through your bedside table to find your vibrator.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The next day you show up to the office early. Partly because you always do and partly because you couldn’t hardly sleep at all.

Not after that call.

You remember the empty feeling of having the most unsatisfying orgasm ever. Your fingers and toys feel like nothing compared to his voice turning you on.

You shake your head trying to clear your head of the thoughts. Last night shouldn’t have happened, and you can’t let it interfere with your work. 

You pull your laptop out of your bag and immediately start to skim through your inbox, making the usual list of clients to call and meetings to attend. You’re quickly interrupted by a knock. 

You glance at the door as Heeseung steps in. His blazer unbuttoned along with the top buttons of his white shirt. His tie hangs loosely around his neck.

You immediately notice the bags around his eyes suggesting he didn’t get much sleep either.

“How’s Callum?” You ask honestly. 

“My nephew is home from college today so he’s watching him,” Heeseung says casually as he steps into the room closing the door shut behind him. 

“Can we talk about yesterday?” He asks as leans against the side of your desk. His blazer is tight as he crosses his arms.

“You think this is a good time to bring up the phone sex we had before your son walked in?” You tease casually as you continue to scribble notes onto your planner. 

“I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, trust me,” Heeseung murmurs his voice dropping an octave as he leans in close. 

“It’s okay I had my vibrator finish the job.” You tease matter-of-factly. 

“Now that’s cruel,” Heeseung says with a soft chuckle. The same laugh that was making you lose it yesterday. 

“We shouldn’t be talking about this here.” You reply, already feeling yourself getting worked up again.

The warmth between your thighs, the flush in your cheeks. 

“I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.” Heeseung states as he glances deeply into your eyes. Like he’s pleading with you to not shut him out. 

You sit back in your office chair as he rounds the desk, you let him step closer, breath catching as he leans in. 

“Tell me to stop, and I will...” he whispers as he gently cups the side of your face again, his eyes flicking down to stare at your lips. 

You remember exactly how it felt in the parking garage, how warm and wet and inviting his kisses were. You’d be a fool to say no. 

Heeseung closes the distance his lips strongly clashing into yours. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction at the contact. 

Your hands slide to the back of his neck, fingertips tangling in his dark hair as your lips move in synch. 

This time the kiss isn’t gentle and soft, it’s intense and full of need. 

You gasp for air as he pulls away only for your lips to capture his again. Your lipstick smudges down your chin as Heeseung sucks and nips at your swollen lips. 

You part your lips in invitation and Heeseung swiftly accepts. Gently pushing your lips open further with his tongue as he slips into your mouth. 

You whimper as you taste the remnants of his morning coffee on his tongue.

“God you’re so—“ Heeseung gasps as he pulls away an inch to catch his breath. Your lipstick smudged across his lips and chin. 

Heeseungs brows furrow as his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He pulls away, keeping one hand resting on your waist as he answers. 

The phone screen flashes ‘Riki’ with an option to pick up or decline.

“It’s my nephew— I have to take this...” Heesung grumbles as he keeps one hand resting on you, not wanting to completely pull out of the moment just yet.

“He’s sick? Fever?” You hear Heeseung say with a concerned tone of voice. His expression drops as he stays on the call. 

You watch with concern. After a few more moments of muffled talking from the other side, he hangs up. Letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Callum’s running a fever now…and I have a meeting at 4. I won’t be able to get to him and Riki just isn’t exactly—“

“Do you want me to pick him up?” You offer, secretly excited to see the little ball of energy again even if he is under the weather. 

Heeseung doesn’t even speak, he just kisses you again.

Another thank you, another promise. 

“I don’t want to push my luck— but if you wouldn’t mind.” Heeseung gasps against your lips. The tension was visibly relieved at your request.

“Text me the address, I’ve got you.”

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

**arrived**

The GPS beeps as you pull into the driveway of Heeseung's house. It’s a small modest home in a quiet neighborhood.

The outside was neglected. The grass was overgrown and the flowerbeds were messy.  

Heeseung pulls in right behind you. He swiftly puts the car in park, running right to your side. 

“How is he?” Heeseung asks frantically as he watches you lean into the backseat of your car to unbuckle Callum from his car seat. 

“He’s got a fever for sure, poor baby says his stomach has been hurting too.” You say with a sharp groan as you pull a sleepy Callum out of the backseat of your car. 

“There’s some medicine in the CVS bag up front I bought it just in case.” You say breathlessly as you balance a very sleepy Callum on your hip. 

Heeseung grabs the bag of medicine and locks up the cars behind you. He jogs awkwardly to catch up to you and unlock the door. 

Your heart softens as you step into the warmth of his home. The home is small but it looks lived in. 

Callum’s drawings on the fridge, days of unopened mail stacked up on the kitchen countertops, and Legos spilled across the carpet. 

You can’t explain the feeling any other way besides, right? 

Not perfect, just right. 

And maybe the imperfect is whats been filling that empty feeling in both of you. 

You kick your heels off at the door, letting your bare feet hit the carpet as you lie Callum down on the living room couch. 

He’s half awake, burning up, cheeks red. 

Heeseung is right behind you, opening up the medicine and pouring the syrup into a small cup. 

“Cal you need to take some medicine if you want to feel better,” Heeseung says softly as he kneels next to him. 

“No! I don’t like the red flavor it’s yucky.” Callum protests as he tries to knock the medicine out of Heeseungs hands. 

“Cal-“ he grunts with frustration as some of the medicine spills on his black suit. 

“Callum…” you say with a soft, soothing voice as you kneel next to him, your hands stroking through his hair. The same dark shade as his dad's. 

“If you want your tummy to stop hurting you have to take the medicine. You can do it, Callum..” you say softly as you rake your fingertips through his hair trying to calm his anxiety.

“I don’t wanna-“ Callum whines.

“What if I hold your hand? And we count to three?” You suggest lovingly.

Callum stirs but that seems to do the trick. You hold his little hand in yours as you start to count. 

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

With a sharp breath, Heeseung puts the cup to his lips, holding it there until he swallows it in a few shaky gulps. 

“There you go…see it wasn’t so bad.” You praise, gently patting his back softly. 

“You ready for bed Cal?” Heeseung whispers, his fingertips brushing against his forehead again to feel his fever.

“Is she leaving?” Callum whispers. 

You pause. Heart fluttering in your chest.

Are you leaving? 

“Can you tuck me in? That's what mommy used to do.” Callum asks, his little voice shaky as he sniffles.

You’re heart sinks. You don’t say anything.

You quickly glance at Heeseung for approval and he nods. 

You pick Callum up off the couch and Heeseung leads to down the dark hall to his room. There are toys all over the floor, mismatched furnishings, and the walls decorated with his finger paintings and prints of his favorite characters. 

You lie him down on the small bed tucked in the corner, pulling the blankets up and tucking him at the sides to keep him comfortable. 

Heeseung watches leaning against the edge of the doorframe. His heart felt warm and full at the sight.

He knows he can’t let you go tonight, not after this. 

He thought he could do this alone, thought he was the type of man that could juggle it all.

But your patience, your kindness, is something Heeseung hasn’t seen in a long time. 

“Can I have my dinosaur?” Callum asks his voice weak as he curls into the pillows and blankets with a cough. 

You pass him the dinosaur plush that was halfway tucked under the bed. Probably lost in the chaos of this morning. Callum grabs it and settles into the blankets.

“Thank you…” he says weakly.

Your breath catches, you know he’s not just talking about the plushie. 

“Sleep well Callum…” you whisper before gently pushing some of his dark hair away from his temple. You gently kiss him goodnight before turning to the door. 

Heeseung can’t look away. You look so perfect right now. And the way you handled everything it’s making his heart swell. 

The two of you file out of the door with unspoken words. Heeseung hits the lights and closes the door to Callum’s room. 

“Will you stay?” Heeseung asks, his eyes pleading like he’s begging you not to go. 

“Heeseung I—“ 

“Please I have wine.  I know it’s nothing compared to everything you’ve done for me, for us..” he trails off, his hands sliding between the two of your bodies to find yours. 

He laces your fingertips in his own, the motion taking the words out of your throat.

You know you should protest, but physically you can’t.

And you have to admit to yourself you want this just as much as him.

“Wine sounds perfect. And I’d kill to get out of this suit.” You reply with a playful breathy laugh. 

Heeseung lets you change into some of his clothes, a large oversized t-shirt and baggy basketball shorts. 

You step into the kitchen finding him dressed casually in gray sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt.

You bite your lip as you turn the corner. Your gaze lingers on his messy hair and casual attire. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“Sorry it’s nothing fancy, single dad budget— you know how it goes,” Heeseung mutters as he opens the half-full bottle of red wine and pours it into two glass cups.

“I’m sure it tastes great.” You say as he motions for you to join him in the living room.

You sit next to him on the plush couch, fingers brushing against his as you take the wineglass from his hand. 

You bring the glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the liquid. Heeseung does the same. The air is thick, like there’s still so much left to say. 

“You’re incredible you know that? You got him to take his medicine without a fight. Sure you’re not casting spells on me?” Heeseung teases. 

You laugh, really laugh. It feels warm in your chest.

“God…Heeseung..” you say as you try to catch your breath. 

Heeseung chuckles too, his voice low and deep. He leans in, taking another sip of his wine as he turns to look at you. 

You can smell the fading scent of his cologne. You didn’t even realize how quickly the woody musk has become one of your favorite scents.

You lean in closer, letting your free hand rest on top of his.

“I always thought I would have this by now…a house, a family.” You say weakly. Your voice was shaky as you opened up to him in the quiet darkness of his living room. 

Heeseung doesn’t say anything. He just watches, just listens. 

“You know it was always homework in college then it was internships. Then it was hooking up with the wrong guy, then it was another who never wanted anything serious. It was just fail after fail.” You say with a bitter laugh as you hold back tears. 

“Then I just stopped looking, kept my head up, focused on work. And it paid off with the promotion it really did. But even with the raise I just felt so empty...” You say weakly as you blink back tears. 

There’s a quiet minute, neither of you says anything you just set the wine down and sit in comfortable silence. 

“Callum...wasn’t planned. At all.” Heeseung speaks up, his own voice shaky with emotion.

“I wasn’t in love with his mom. I was in college, was acting reckless, thought I was being careful that one time.” He says his voice dripping with self-depreciation. The tone makes your heart-ache. 

“Then she told me she was pregnant and that she wanted to keep him. So I stepped up. I got another job, took summer classes, and thought I could maybe redeem myself by showing up and doing the right thing.” Heeseung adds. 

“It wasn’t what I signed up for. But the minute Callum was born, the minute I became a father I just instantly had so much love for him. So I was determined to make it work with his mom.” Heeseung confesses. 

“She was bartending and taking classes, I was just starting with the company, and one night—she left for a shift late at night and didn’t come back. Found out she was killed in a car accident. That guilt, fuck it eats you alive.” Heeseung says, his voice shaking as he tries to hold it all together. 

You lean in, gently pulling him closer, just offering to let him rest or pull away. His arms reach around your waist, pulling you closer. 

“You’re doing enough, trust me.” You whisper into his ear as you pull him closer. 

His breath hitches, and he squeezes your waists tighter. “I didn’t expect to be a single dad at twenty-one god that just sounds—“

“Like a lot..yeah..” you finish. 

“But this with you..feels like the missing piece to a puzzle I didn’t even realize I was struggling to put together,” Heeseung confesses. 

Your heart stops at his confession. Your fingertips shake, this is exactly what you’ve been missing too.

Someone to lean on, a home to come home to. 

“I didn’t expect it to be you,” you whisper, still trembling from the confession. 

“Me either, but I’m tired of pushing this away,” Heeseung confesses. 

You kiss him, gasping into his mouth as you taste the sweet wine lingering on his lips. Your hands slide to the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. 

You don’t even realize tears are falling from your face until his hand gently cups your face, his thumb brushing the tears away. You kiss him harder, pouring everything into the kiss. 

Heeseung pulls away gasping for air. His lips still mingling against yours, his breath shaky as he tries to hold himself back from diving in for more.

“Will you come to bed with me? I want to take my time with you. No interruptions” He suggests with a weak breathless laugh. 

You’re so breathless all you can do is nod.  

Heeseung kicks the room to his door open with his foot. He lies you down on the bed in the dark room. His breath was heavy and labored already. 

“Fuck..” he curses as she kisses you again, this time it’s hungry, needy. He lets his lips drag down your throat. And you can’t help but arch into his touch. 

Your hips arch off the bed and Heeseung lets out a sharp exhale. He reluctantly pulls away from your skin, his fingertips hooking inside the waistband of your shorts.

In one swift motion, he pulls them down tossing them to the floor. 

You gasp as the cold air hits your bare pussy, already starting to get wet from just his kissing. He doesn’t even bother to pull off the rest of your clothes.

He locks eyes with you as he spreads your legs, leaning in to drag his lips across the inside of your thighs.

“You’re so wet already? Goddamn, just from some kissing?” Heeseung asks rhetorically.

He spreads your legs and dives in. 

He lets out a deep groan of approval as his mouth finds your heat, his large hands keep your legs spread apart as he licks another slow stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit. 

“Heeseung God—“ you moan weakly as he holds you open more. He pushes up the fabric of your shirt so his hands can feel the warm skin on your hips and waist. 

“So fucking sweet…” Heeseung mumbles as he pulls away to catch his breath, only to gently kiss your inner thighs before his tongue slides across your folds again.

Your breath gets caught in your chest, the feeling of pleasure already starting to build in your core. Your hands tangle in his dark hair pulling him in closer. 

Heeseung drags his tongue through your folds like he is trying to memorize every inch. You gasp, feeling yourself dripping as his tongue flicks your sensitive clit.

Heeseung catches on, you like that. He drags his tongue back towards your clit and gives it more attention. He lightly sucks on it as your back arches off the mattress.

“You’re so good with him. Holding his hand, tucking him in—Do you have any idea what that does to a man?” Heeseung murmurs as he pulls away from you to breathe. 

You whimper as he kisses the inside of your thighs, your pussy shamelessly clenching around nothing as his mouth makes its way back to your place of need.

“That's it, soak me, let me give you a proper thank you.”  Heeseung mumbles into your heat. His tongue moves hot and fast like he’s been waiting to do this.

You feel yourself letting go. Your body relaxes under his touch, deep moans escaping from your throat as he eats you out with precision.

“Fuck keep going…” You moan as you prop yourself up on your arms to get a look at him between your legs.

He's deep in it. His eyes halfway shut as his hands grip tighter onto the back of your thighs. He’s completely lost in pleasuring you.

Your thighs tremble as he picks up speed, lapping at your aching clit between long, thick stripes up your folds.

He doubles down his efforts, squeezing your thighs tight, keeping them open as he sucks more ridged moans from you.

You curse, letting his name fall shamelessly from your lips as he pushes you to the edge. That familiar warm knot starts to pool in your stomach. Thighs trembling by his ears.

His tongue slides away from your clit, dipping into your wet hole to taste more of what you have to offer. His fingertips dig into your skin as he fucks his tongue into you with a low groan of satisfaction.

You’re wet, dripping, shamelessly letting it coat Heeseung’s lips and drip down his chin as he fucks his tongue into it with a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck I'm gonna come, Heesung—” You gasp breathlessly as your grip tightens in his hair. Your moans only grew deeper and thighs shook on either side of his head.

“Come for me, baby…Fuck I need it—” Heeseung gasps into your wet pussy, the sounds of his lips sucking at you only pushes you further.

He finds your clit again, tongue pressing harder as he traces patterns across it. Following your moans as he pushes you over the edge.

You let go. The orgasm is better and stronger than anything you could achieve with your vibrator. You shamelessly coat his lips and the sheets beneath with your hot arousal.

Heeseung gasps into you as he laps up what he can, you coat his face, wave after wave. Your clit buzzing with pleasure as he anchors his tongue to it.

He slows his movements to small, lazy licks as you come down from your high. Your grip loosens as your body falls limp onto the mattress. 

The heat flushes your cheeks as you bask in the afterglow, your body still twitching from the intensity of your orgasm. Completely overstimulated.

“Damn I can’t remember the last time I came like that..” you reply breathlessly. Your chest vigorously rises and falls as you struggle to chase your breath. 

Heeseung licks you one last time, savoring your sweet wetness before he pulls himself away. Wiping your juices off his lips and chin before he hovers over you. His large hands caging you in on either side of your head. 

“You should go ahead and throw away that vibrator. Now that I’ve got you I’m not letting you go.” Heeseung says with a playful smirk.

You cup his face as he leans in, kissing you slowly, his tongue languid against yours as he lets you taste your sweet essence on his lips. 

“Fuck need to be inside you. Holy shit—“ Heeseung says breath catching in his chest as he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping into the waistband of his sweats before pulling them down.

He tosses them to the side letting his aching cock spring free. It’s thick, hard, and already leaking.

He doesn’t waste any more time. Heeseung guides you onto your back, his eyes locked on you as he spreads apart your legs just how he likes it, notching his sensitive tip into your wet entrance. 

He glances at you one last time for consent. You nod. 

He lets out a low groan as he pushes in. Your heat is tight, enveloping him and squeezing him perfectly. He takes his time sliding into you. Once he’s buried to the hilt he pauses.

“You were made for me—“ 

Heeseung starts to move, pulling out until just his swollen tip is notched inside only to grip your hips tighter as he slams back in. The wet sound of your body echoing off the walls.

“Mmm..you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this with you…” he confesses, his pace picking up slightly. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping him for support. 

You only get wetter, his thick cock spreading you open deliciously with each thrust. 

You’re breathless as his thick cock slides against your walls, hitting spots inside you didn’t even know existed. 

“Fuck the way you’re squeezing me? Goddamn, you're making me want to make another baby…”

Heeseung mumbles as he grips the back of your knees, pushing your legs back towards the bed as he sinks even deeper into you. 

“Just imagine it, we could give Callum a sister, fuck imagine her with your hair and your eyes—“

You feel it again, that pit of despair in your stomach, that feeling of emptiness, that feeling of being broken.

“Heeseung…” you cut him off, your frustrated tone snapping him out of the mood. 

“Everything okay? Am I hurting you? He asks frantically, brows furrowing with confusion as he slows his thrusts. His breath is heavy as his hand moves from your leg to your face.

“Heeseung I can’t.” You say, your throat feeling like it’s being wrapped in barbed wire as you hold back tears.

“You can’t? Can’t what?” Heeseung asks as he stops his thrusts, his voice full of concern as his hands cup your face. Thumbs brushing across the softness of your cheeks.

“I can’t get pregnant, the chances are low.” You choke out, the words feeling like they’re being ripped from your heart.

You can’t help but start to sob after all these years dealing with this battle alone. 

Heeseung just holds you, his warm hands pulling you close. He doesn’t say anything right away, he just lets you cry. 

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said—I didn’t know…” he whispers intimately like anything louder would break you even more. 

“It's okay, I’ve never told anyone this before.” You choke out as the aching sob comes to a stop. 

He’s still holding you, still inside you, still wanting you. 

He didn’t even flinch, he just held you. 

“I always told myself I didn’t want it, want this. The kids the mess, the family. Thought I could fill that emptiness by being the career girl.—" You say chest heaving as you whimper another sob.

“I can’t give you the life you want.” You whisper painfully. 

“I already have it.” Heeseung whispers against you as he holds you closer. 

“You, Callum, all of it. We can make it work. We could be a family again…” his voice trails off weakly. 

His words take the air out of your lungs, you can’t even speak, so you kiss him. 

Slow, deep, messy. Just like how everything so far has felt with him. 

And you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

His hands slide down your body again, hands gently holding your hips. He slowly starts to rock his half-hard cock back into you. His lips dragging away from yours. 

“Tell me what you need, do you want to keep going?” Heeseung asks, his breath heavy, his cock already starting to grow hard. Your warmth makes him choke back a moan. 

“Don’t stop..” you gasp, your eyes still watering from before. Heeseung leans down, his soft lips kissing your tears away as he slowly buries himself inside you. 

Heeseung takes his time, dragging his cock through your clenching walls only to push back in. His swollen tip kissing your cervix deep.

He just holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. 

He fucks you like your fragile, not in an attempt to break you, it’s like he’s treasuring you instead.

The sounds of skin on skin fills the room, the squelch between your bodies is erotic. 

You can’t help but reach out to him. His hands hold you close, making you finally feel complete. 

He leans down to kiss you again, his lips reluctantly pull away for him to whisper. 

“I don’t need any more kids, not some perfect plan, you’re everything. And I love you, every part of you.” Heeseung confesses against your lips. 

Your world feels like it stops in that moment. After everything you've confessed, he still wants you.

Ans after everything he's confessed to you, you feel the same way.

“I love you too.” You choke out, trying to hold back another sob. Heeseung lets a breathy laugh slip past his lips. Like he can’t exactly believe this is happening, that this is real. 

You clench around him with a gasp, grounding him in reality. 

This is real. 

His hand slips between your slick bodies, fingertips finding you clit, still coated wet. 

“Fuck…Heeseung…” you moan into his neck. Your nails dug into the porcelain skin of his biceps. Your hips rock into his, chasing your release again. 

“Need you to come again, on my cock this time.” Heeseung gasps, his own hips jerking as he feels himself slipping towards the edge. His hand still rubbing small, torturous circles on your clit.

“Heeseung I’m—fuck so close—“ you whisper weakly. Your heart beats rapidly as you feel the warmth in your stomach again. Legs shaking as he pushes you over the edge. 

You come again, hands gripping him tight as he buries himself deep inside you. You clench around him, moaning his name as your toes curl with pleasure. Dripping wetness like a wave, the sheets below getting soaked. 

“Fuck, that’s it, I’m gonna come—“ he whimpers as he thrusts one last time hard and deep. He exhales as thick ropes of cum shoot into you. Painting you as his. 

He gasps your name as his cock throbs and he pushes deeper, letting your pussy squeeze out every drop of his cum. 

You don’t move, the two of you just lie there, heavy breathing echoing off the walls as cum drips down your inner thighs. 

Heeseung kisses you, his thumbs tracing small patterns right above the skin of your hips. He kisses you slow and deep like he’s telling you everything he couldn’t find words to say out loud. 

He breaks away, his sweaty forehead resting on yours. His eyes were half-lidded with desire, his softening cock still inside your warmth. 

“I love you.” He whispers, truthfully. There’s nothing else behind it. 

“I love you too.” You gasp back, tears threatening to spill again. 

With those words, it feels like the weight of the past falls away.

The path ahead isn’t smooth, but it’s a path worth walking. 

This time it’s not about the picture-perfect plan or the picture-perfect image. 

It’s imperfect and for once that’s enough. 

A beautiful second chance. 

For you and him.

*8 months later*

The timer for the oven beeps over the sound of laughter. You’re back in his home dressed in warm pajamas, bare feet on the kitchen floor.

You watch Callum as he plays in the living room with his toys. An old Christmas movie playing on the TV as the warmth of the house envelops you. 

You open the oven, and the scent of freshly baked apple pie fills the air. The heat from the oven is nothing in comparison to how full your heart feels. You set the pie on the cooling rack, turning to place the oven mitts back in the drawer. 

“Oh my God that smells amazing,” Heeseung says as he rounds the corner with a huge smile on his face.

“Apple pie, your favorite— You can thank the freezer aisle at Walmart.” You say with a soft chuckle.

Heeseung steps closer to you, pulling you into his arms and spinning you around like a scene out of a cheesy rom-com. 

He looks you in the eyes, full of love. His breath hitches as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small folded piece of copy paper. 

“What’s this?” You ask softly. Take the paper in your hands and slowly unfold it piece by piece.

“It’s from Cal. I was just waiting for the right moment…” Heeseung whispers, his voice slightly trembling as he watches you.

Your heart stops. 

It’s a drawing with highlighters, a house scribbled into the background, a tall man with dark hair, a little boy with the same…

And a woman who looks a lot like you. 

Before you can even process it all Heeseung is in front of you, dropping to one knee. 

You can’t even breathe, he just smiles at you as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny red box.

“So I don’t have a speech planned, or roses or a photographer. But you, here, with Callum and I, it’s a second chance I never imagined I’d have. And I love you, and I want nothing more than to wake up beside you every day as my wife…”

“Will you marry me?”

His voice cracks, his hands tremble. 

You glance at the ring, and then back at him, proposing in the middle of the kitchen in his pajamas.

And it would be your greatest honor to become this man’s wife. 

“Yes. God yes.” You say breathlessly. Heeseung smiles with relief, he wastes no time taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger.

It’s delicate and simple. No huge diamonds or lavish gold. But it’s more than enough.

He kisses you. His arms wrap around you like he never wants to let you go. You break away from his lips as you hear Callum barrel into the kitchen. 

“Did she say yes?!!” He asks as he hugs the both of you. 

You wipe the tears from your cheeks with a soft breathless laugh. 

“She did Cal-“ Heeseung says with a smile as he gives you another gentle peck on the lips. 

“Ewww are you guys going to kiss more now? That’s gross.” Callum groans. 

“You’ll understand one day Cal...” Heeseung mutters. 

You pull away taking the drawing in your hand and placing it front and center on the fridge with a homemade magnet. 

And you take one look around at everything. And the puzzle finally feels complete. 

This wasn’t just a new beginning.

This isn’t just a second chance, 

Maybe it was the right one all along.

© brokenengene

note: Thank you for reading this far! I hope it lived up to expectations! If it did I would love to hear about it! I was so emotional writing this chapter, definitely held back tears during editing. (Mostly because I'm painfully single right now 🥹) I'm so incredibly grateful for every comment, reblog, and like. It really means the world to me and inspires me to write for hours on end.

Again, I'm beyond grateful for the support. I wish you all the best. 💕

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can we have some platonic forsaken and teen reader with ptsd headcanons plsss? (i need some comfort in my life god-) - TED talk anon -

[forsaken] forsaken survivors & teen!reader who has ptsd headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; welcome TED Talk anon! i’m really sorry for what you’ve been through , you deserve every ounce of comfort and support. just know , i’m here whenever you need someone to talk to. you are never alone , alr?

noob - they don’t get everything you’re going through , but they get enough to sit quietly by your side and just... listen. sometimes quiet company hits different. - they’ll slide you a boxy cola when they notice you’re overwhelmed. no words needed. - “y-you’re holding up better than i-i would… seriously. you’re kinda... my hero.”

elliot - highkey panics at first. you’re a kid , a survivor , and already carrying this much? it breaks his heart. - adopts you as his lil sibling figure , no questions asked. treats you like you’re made of glass but the kind worth protecting , not pitying. - saves you the last slice of pizza , always. and gently teaches you how to speak your mind , only when you’re ready. - “deep breaths , alright? in… and out. you don’t have to face everything at once. we’ll take it slow , together.”

shedletsky - freezes. not built for deep talks , so his support comes through actions. - offers to teach you sword stuff (if you’re cool with it) or just shares his chicken. - clumsily avoids any mention of possible triggers. you see him fumble , but it’s endearing. he cares. - “hey kid… i’m not great with words , but… i got your back. always.”

007n7 - gets protective real fast. like , instant dad mode. - asks if you're okay when you're alone , never in front of others. (reason is obv.,..) - sure , he asks all the time: how you’re doing , if you’re okay. but it’s always genuinely. - lets you fidget with his clones to calm down. they remind him of his son , and somehow , that softens something in him too. - “you’re not weak. feeling it doesn’t make you any less strong.”

guest 1337 - you’re the only one he lets in like this. shared pain , shared understanding. - shadows you in every round. no killer gets near. not on his watch. - unless they wanna see a locked in guest. rip - if violence erupts , he’ll lure the chaos away. not because he’s scared , but because he doesn’t want you to see it. - “you made it this far… and that’s no small thing. you’re stronger than anyone gives you credit for. including yourself.”

two time - i’m sorry, but they straight up don’t get it. don’t try to either. - might throw you a glance , maybe even pity. but connection?... don’t expect warmth here. - and if they do show a little warmth , trust me. it’s bait. just a way to drag you into their cult.

chance - disaster with emotions. absolute mess. - might accidentally say the wrong thing , realizes it , and hands you his lucky coin as apology. - invites you to endless rounds of monopoly n poker. terrible at comforting , but his goofy jokes will crack the tension , even if just a little. - “shoot… sorry. that was dumb. here- good luck token. it always works for me.”

dusekkar - treats you like fragile glass , always on the edge. - offers to teach you some healing magic. soft , strange stuff that somehow works. both physically & mentally(?) - you’re the only one he lets mess with his deer horns. he says it’s annoying , but never stops you. - “storm passed. still you breathe. still you stand. still you’re here.” (can you tell im this bad at writing rymth stuff ,,,)

taph - same boat as elliot , panic when he saw you at first. why is a minor here , at this hell of all places?? - he’s completely mute , so he starts drawing little comics to talk to you. ends up teaching you sign language too. - offers to teach you tripwire tricks for self-defense. - he’s proud of you no matter what !! no self-loathing allowed !! - constantly reminds you how amazing you are. - 💪🌟🫵 ~ “you’re goated. no arguing.”

builderman - holds real hatred for the entity aka the spectre. it’s really heartless , isn’t it. - protective , but urges you to stay close to other sentinels unless it’s just the two of you. he trusts them more in a fight. - can tell right away when you’re overwhelmed. doesn’t always say much , but he knows. - starts rambling about random stuff like blueprints , upgrades , the best kind of bricks , just to ground you. - sometimes lets you wear his hard hat. says it’s too big , but it’s really endearing to him.

jane doe (added her here cuz i feel like it-) - absolute shock,. mother-insect mode activated. you can’t convince me otherwise/hj - instantly becomes your main caretaker. basically adopts you as her kid. she always wanted one , after all. - shares the best of what she has , from rations to rare supplies. you get first pick. - drops whatever she’s doing if you want to talk. no hesitation. no delay. - “speak. whatever it is , i’m listening.” - “they were cruel to send you here. i won’t be.”

a/n; here ya go !! my first time writing all the forsaken survivors ,,, turns out it’s way easier than handling the lil ones with long hcs ,,,, he ,,

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[consume-cs]

valentina (02) ◯○ crazy rich korean boy

big reputation, oh, you and me would be in a big conversation | 💋 | 🕷️enhypen content | materialist | crazy rich asian series

english isn't my first language. park sunghoon. rich boy — just sunghoon being your rich bf ﷼

building a room just to hear you play the piano.

Since kid, you’ve been playing the piano for your entire life but even when you were dating Sunghoon, there was only a few times where he got the chance to see you playing it. So, after you got married, he decided to make a surprise for you once the house was completely finished. He made a whole room for you with a huge classic piano for you.

letting you his black card.

It’s the time where you have an argument with him and you’re still mad with him, so when you remember you have your own money, you decide to go out and explore the world to calm yourself down.

Even if he tries to talk with you but you don’t want to, he secretly puts his black card on your bag to make sure you can spend all the money you want if that’s going to calm you down.

But at the end of the day, he knows you’re going to end up at his office because you don’t like to go out alone.

every gift has a detail.

Sunghoon loves seeing you happy and he knows how much you like receiving gifs from him on the most random days, but every gift he gives you has a note inside of it. One day, he gifted you a pair of pink stone earrings and he wrote a note on the box saying, "Wear this when you want to feel like a princess, well you’re already a princess".

private jet reunion.

There's moments where you have to travel to another country for work and every time you have to do it, Sunghoon can't handle it very well. I mean, his whole schedule gets ruined when you're not around him and knowing you're not going to be home when he gets there, it's hurtful.

So when the private jet is landing, you already know he's waiting for you because he called you more than five times that day, asking how long he has to wait for you. When you get out of the plane, he walks to you and lift you up with excitement. "Never leaving you that long again".

equestrian date.

His family and him love horses and he's been saying how excited would be if he teaches you how to ride a horse. After work, he drives you to his family's private ranch where he shows you his black horse that his father brought from Sweden for his 18's birthday.

He lifts you up until you're sitting on the horse saddle and then he effortlessly sits behind you, holding tighly the rope that goes around the horse's neck and also getting you closer to his broad chest. "Ready?" He mutters to your ear.

morning breakfast.

Almost every morning he wakes up earlier than you and it's because he's waiting for the private chef to finish preparing breakfast so he can bring you it to the bed, waking you up with forehead kisses.

sunrise at Los Cabos.

Since all of his friends convinced you to see the sunrise together, you convince Sunghoon as well to stay up with some kisses and he inmediately say yes, which is why Heeseung has been teasing him saying that he's completely dominated by you. And since it's a bit cold due to the morning breeze, he hugs you from behind resting his chin of your head as his arms wrap around your waist.

frozen lake for ice skating.

Sunghoon loves ice skating so it's a perfect time to visit your grandparents to Sweden since it's winter, and once he knows the lake is completely frozen, your grandparents already have some pairs of ice skates for both of you.

You're not a professional as him but seeing him skating around with delicacy and elegance makes you so happy. Also he holds your hands when he sees you struggling and guides you on the frozen ice.

soft spot for you and a playlist about you.

When he's at the company, he has to play a role of being a great representation of Park's family, but at the same it's exhausting so when he gets home, he walks to you and rest his head on your lap and he relaxes his body after a long day of work.

He has a playlist he listens to on his office just to remember you at every hour of the day, but it's something you don't know about.

— crazy rich asian series

xoxo girl💋…

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[karikarasuno]

part eight | part nine | wc: 4.4k | semi-public oral sex (again but this time m!receiving)

“I got somethin’ that belongs to you.” Ace hears Marco say from where he’s crouched behind the DJ booth fixing some wiring for Usopp. But before he can stand his hat lands on the ground beside him.

“It’s bad manners throwin’ a man’s hat on the floor,” Ace chides as he plucks it from where it sits and dusts it off. It takes him a second to remember where he left it, and when the memory hits him a blush that he has no control over settles across his cheeks. You make him feel so young. Which is an odd sensation for Ace since he’s never really known what it was like to be youthful. It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t go too hard on Luffy when he makes mistakes. It’s hard growing up when you’re not ready for it. He knows better than anyone else what that’s like. 

But this is different. You excite him in a childlike way. Ace has never really had a crush before. It seems so juvenile to describe his feelings for you in that way. But it’s the only thing that makes sense to him. 

“Whatever you were doin’ in the storage room was probably bad manners,” Marco responds, snapping Ace out of the memory of you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he feigns ignorance. Better to play a fool then give away more than anyone needs to know. 

“Right,” Marco scoffs with a shake of his head. Ace watches him think for a second. He knows Marco well enough to see that he has more to say, but he’s choosing his words carefully. It always worries Ace when he can see the gears turning in his head because it usually means whatever he has to say Ace isn’t gonna be too big a fan of. 

“Tell me one thing,” he finally says, arms crossing over his chest as he meets Ace’s eyes intently. “This thing you got goin’ on, is it serious?”

Ace sighs. It falls heavily from his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why is everyone so pressed about my love life?”

“Well for one, I’m nosey,” Marco says casually with a small knowing smile playing on his lips. “And y’know, we just want what’s best for ya.”

Ace has to suppress an eye roll. Agitation flares in his chest in an uncomfortable way. In a way he’s not entirely used to. “I’m a grown man capable of making my own decisions, but thanks for your concern.”

He turns away hoping that’s the end of the conversation because it’s one he’s not too keen on having. But his life doesn’t really work out in the ways that he wants it to. 

“I never said you weren’t,” Marco argues, tone even and calm. Which annoys Ace even more. “I just worry about you, kid. I don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

“Why would you assume I’m gonna get hurt? I like her. This shit is new. Obviously we’re still figuring it out,” Ace huffs out. He can feel his blood pressure rise and a warmth that makes his skin crawl starts to take over. 

“I’m just sayin’ ever since you came back you’ve been different,” Marco explains, throwing his hands up in surrender. “And I just wanna make sure you’re good. You don’t talk to me like you used to and I respect that. You’re a grown man after all,” he throws Ace’s words back in his face, “but that doesn’t mean I stopped carin’.”

Ace puts down his tools and tosses his hat on a nearby table. He doesn’t like talking about what happened in the city. He hasn’t talked to anyone about it actually. Besides Sabo, who was there. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been distant,” Ace says, shoulders sagging slightly. “It’s just…”

Sabo’s scar fills Ace’s mind. The weight of guilt bears down on him so intensely most days it’s difficult for Ace to pull air into his lungs. His sleep is restless. His dreams are haunting. It’s been years but the memories of that night have yet to fade. Sabo told him not to go to the underground fight, but they owed Ace money. Sabo said it was a set up, but in his youth Ace was a stubborn idiot. Prone to irrationality especially when he felt disrespected. Sabo would probably still have vision in his left eye if he didn’t protect him that night. The dumbass nearly took a bullet straight to the face for him. The shrapnel ended up bursting right in front of his face, though, when he pushed Ace out of the way. 

Ace still hasn’t fully forgiven himself for it. It seems like tragedy follows him everywhere. Even when he tries to escape it. 

“Yeah,” he says at last, “I think it is serious. With her.”

He finally looks up at Marco and he visibly softens. His eyes are glowing with a fondness that makes Ace almost uncomfortable. It could nearly be mistaken for pity. But Ace knows better. 

“Good,” Marco nods resolutely. “Now Whitebeard can stop houndin’ me about it.”

“He isn’t,” Ace responds, taken aback by Whitebeard’s interest. 

“It’s about time for Ace to settle down. The boy ain’t gon be young forever. And she seems like a sweet girl too,” Marco’s impression of Whitebeard is perfect. So perfect that Ace folds over with a laugh and covers his face with his hand. It’s nice to know that people care. It satisfies him in a way words can’t really describe. 

“Guess I should probably take her out again then,” Ace smiles, his mind already drifting off to where he wants to take you. What he wants to do with you. 

****

“Hello?” You answer on the first ring. Which strokes his ego more than he’d like to admit. 

“Hey there, jailbird. How’s freedom tastin’?” He teases, grinning to himself as he holds his phone up to his ear. 

“Will you ever let me live that down?” He hears you huff out a small laugh, which lights his chest up with affection. “Because if my memory serves me I’m not the only one who’s served time in this little group of ours.”

“Very true.”

“But to answer your question, freedom tastes sweet. Peachy,” you joke and he can hear how proud you are of yourself in the way you giggle. He finds it incredibly endearing the way you make yourself laugh. 

“Glad to hear it because I got a question for you,” he says, leaning against his truck after he tosses his tools in the backseat. 

“Should I be worried?” You ask hesitantly. Rightfully skeptical since everyone in this town always seems to be up to no good. 

“Not at all,” he chuckles, “I was just wonderin’ if you were free tonight.”

“That depends. What do you have in mind?”

“You, me, and a drive-in movie,” he answers, giddy excitement rushing through him at the thought of spending more time with you. 

“What is it with you and getting me alone in a truck?” You ask cheekily, and he can just see the smile you’re wearing through the phone. It’s fun. The little game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing. He especially enjoys when that game leads the two of you into dark corners. Where you typically let him have his way with you. Not that that’s his intention. For the most part. 

“If I’m rememberin’ correctly that first time was all you,” he says, biting his bottom lip to keep the grin from splitting his face. He wishes he could see your face right now. He’s sure you’re rolling your eyes at him, but you still blush. You always do. 

“I blame the free shots and adrenaline,” you deflect easily. “But to answer your original question, I am free tonight.”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at eight, then.”

Oddly enough, Ace is nervous. Like ‘sweaty palms and racing pulse’ nervous. And he doesn’t really know why, but as he gets closer to your house he feels himself grow restless. Fidgety. There’s a strange pressure he’s feeling. Like at any second he could fuck this up. He blames Marco for that. Their conversation this morning has created a shadow Ace can’t seem to get rid of. One that compounds every mistake he’s ever made. One that whispers to him that he’ll inevitably make another one and lose you too. But he’s aware that things with you are too new to mess up. You’re barely on your second date and he’s already overthinking this. 

He takes a deep breath as he pulls into the short dirt road that leads to your house. You have your porch light on and he notices you added a few plants to the porch and a bench right beneath the window that looks into your kitchen. The sight is so distinctly you that Ace feels the breath he takes fill his lungs easier. And when he watches the way you excitedly walk through your front door his worries ease. The tightness that was previously in his chest travels down to his jeans though when you turn around to lock your door and he sees the way your shorts hug your ass. It’s concerning how attracted he is to you. How much of a distraction you’ve become for him. 

He hops out the truck the closer you get. You’re also wearing a thin poncho that drapes over your shoulders and sways around your torso. You make the simplest things tantalizing. It’s really becoming a problem for him. 

“New ride?” You ask, leaning up to kiss his cheek when you’re close enough. He feels his cheeks burn but he ignores it. 

“No, just new to you,” he answers, slipping his hand into yours to lead you to the passenger side. 

“It’s bigger than your usual truck,” you comment, stepping on the side rail when he opens the door for you to climb in. 

“Figured it would be comfier to watch a movie in.” He grabs the seat belt and buckles you in. He feels your breath kiss his ear and goosebumps tickle his neck. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to get this close to you if he’s planning on surviving the evening with you without making a move. 

“That’s why you have the middle seat up?” He can see your sneaky smile from the corner of his eye as the seat belt clicks into place. When he glances at you, your eyes are bright. Tempting him. “For comfort.”

“I also got a blanket in the back if you get cold.” His fingers ghost over your bare thigh. He told himself he’d behave tonight. But when he looks at you he thinks you might have other plans. 

“I’m sure I won’t need it given how hot you run.” 

He chuckles. Flirting with you is so easy. Natural. “Sabo says I’m like a furnace. I usually can’t even stand wearin’ a shirt most days.” 

“I’ve never seen you without one.” Your lips form a pout, one that punches him in the gut with the urge to kiss it right off of you. “Kinda unfair if you ask me.” 

“Maybe later,” he leans in close, until your noses touch, “if you’re lucky.” 

He hears you laugh softly as he steps away from the passenger seat and shuts your door. He bites down a smile of his own as he rounds the hood and his nerves, the ones that were trampling his lungs not too long ago, morph into something with wings. Something that makes him feel lighter than he ever has. 

****

“So where exactly are we going?” You ask after about twenty minutes as he merges onto the highway.

“The closest drive-in is in Alabasta,” he answers. “Another ten minutes and we’ll be there.”

“I’ve never been.” You peer out the window and your hands fiddle with the ends of your poncho as you do. Maybe he’s not the only one who’s nervous. The idea of you sharing a feeling as benign as that makes his fingers itch to touch you. They spasm around the steering wheel. And he’s so distracted by the thought of you beneath his touch he almost misses the exit. He jerks into the right lane unexpectedly and your body flattens against the door. You let out a short yelp when your shoulder meets the window and when he finally straightens out the glare you give him sends a shiver of amusement down his spine. 

“Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “I should’ve warned you.”

“You think.” You slap his arm, but there’s no real power in your swing. He flinches anyway, releasing an exaggerated “ouch” until you smile at him. 

“What movie are we even watching?” You cross your arms across your chest and straighten in your seat. Entirely too far away from him for his liking. 

“I haven’t got a clue.” He only managed to check the times earlier before he called you. Not really giving a damn what was playing to begin with. 

“Didn’t you check beforehand?” You ask, throwing your hands in the air. 

“Wasn’t my priority at the time,” he answers, making a left into the movie lot. 

“And what was?” Your brows furrow and your nose scrunches in a way that makes you look cuter than you have any business being. 

“Gettin’ you alone in my truck, obviously.” He winks at you, rolling down his window to ask the attendant for two tickets. He hands them to you after he pays, thanking the young kid as he drives off. He finds a spot near the back in a patch of grass. It’s the only area where he has enough space to park this truck. But it’s also private. Intimate. It makes him feel like it really is just the two of you. 

“So, I got popcorn, beer,” he reaches around to open the cooler that’s sitting on the floor of the backseat, “those seltzers Sabo says girls like.”

You chuckle when he pulls one out and gives it to you, snatching a beer for himself. “And sour gummies or peanut m&ms if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ sweet later.”

“I’ll actually take those m&ms now, please.” 

“Ah, dessert first?” He tosses the box at you and it lands on your lap. 

“Always.”

****

“How dark is your window tint?” The question rings as strange, random, when it falls from your lips. The movie is about half an hour in and you’ve managed to wiggle your way into the center seat, curling into his side. 

“Dark enough for Garp to ticket me every time he catches me drivin’ it round town.” He eats a handful of popcorn as he eyes you skeptically. You fold your legs onto the seat, angling yourself so that your face tilts directly up to him. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” you shrug, inching closer to him. Your perfume fully invades his space. He swallows quickly. Anticipating a kiss. But your head drops to his shoulder and your hand wanders from your knee to his. 

“I’ve been thinking,” your fingers skirt slowly up his inner thigh and even though he can’t feel your fingertips through the thick denim, his skin still chills beneath your attention. “I should return the favor for the other night.”

“What night?” He asks absentmindedly. Your hand is distracting as it creeps closer to the zipper of his jeans. 

“Ace,” you say firmly yet with a wistfulness that makes his heart stutter. You avert your gaze from your hand and look at him. Your hand pauses on his upper thigh and he already feels himself stir in his pants. It’s a little quicker than he’s used to but he really can’t help it. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your words ghost across his lips. His brain buffers. Your fingers curve around his belt buckle. “Can I…?”

“Can you what?” He wants to push you. He needs to hear you actually ask for it. He sets down the bag of popcorn somewhere at his side. His mind solely focused on the insinuation of your words. He knows what you want to ask but even if he didn’t he’d probably say yes. He struggles foreseeing an outcome where he doesn’t say yes to you. 

“Can I… taste you?” Your voice is quiet, sincere. Hesitant. His hand caresses your cheek and pulls you closer. Practically kissing you when he asks “where?” 

You tug on his belt, the buckle clattering when it loosens around his hips. You fit your lips to his and he’s tense. His whole body is wound up tight. Painful. It’s taking every ounce of restraint he has not to pounce on you like an animal. 

“I was thinking here.” You pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. Your fingers slip into his pants until you’re cupping his erection. He’s impossibly hard at this point. He’s been craving you ever since your stint in the storage closet. He’s stroked his cock to the thought of you coming on his tongue more times than he can count in the last few days. In the morning before he even opens his eyes. In the shower after a long day. 

“Only if you want me to,” you whisper, your lips stretching against his in what he knows is a smile. One that suggests you already know his answer. 

“I would want nothin’ more than to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” You gasp. Your lips part and your fingers tighten around his shaft. His groan rumbles in his chest from the pressure of your hand. 

“Jesus, Ace,” you sigh, smearing your lips across his cheek until your face rests in the crook of his neck. Your hand softly strokes him, but the way your palm digs into him has him leaking. He wants you so terribly he’s surprised he isn’t shaking from his self control. “You really just say anything.” 

He chuckles darkly, breathlessly, as his head falls back on to the headrest. It allows you to drag your lips down his neck. Pressing tender kisses down his collarbone until your teeth graze the collar of his shirt.  

“Would you prefer it if I shut up?” He jokes, but the words hold too much air to be heavy. To hold any real weight because you shift further away from him. And he’d be bothered over the distance, but not when you pepper kisses down his torso. He can feel the heat of each one burn through the fabric of his top. He twitches in your grasp. 

“No,” you say once you reach the waistband of his jeans, working them gently down until he’s finally exposed to you, “I like hearing you.” 

Ace’s inhale gets caught somewhere between his lungs and throat. Your lips wrap around his head and the warmth of your mouth has his hips flexing. Itching to move. But he keeps them still as your tongue slips from between your lips. Wetting him. Exploring him. 

“Fuck, ok.” He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He wants to touch you but he can’t bring himself to cross that line because once his hands are on you he’ll be too tempted to pull you off of him. To push you down onto your back and beg you to let him fuck you. There’s more space in this truck for him to feel you the way he wants. The way he cannot stop imagining. 

You hum around his dick as you sink down and swallow. One of his hands shoots out to grip the steering wheel. He can’t breathe. Especially when you start bobbing your head and fisting him as your spit leaks from your lips, soaking him. He’s having a tough time connecting his imagination to his reality. You’ve been the subject of his fantasies the moment he watched you for the first time on the dance floor at Whitebeard’s. He’s never needed anyone as badly as he needs you. 

The audio from the movie warbles through his speakers and through his ears. He can’t focus on it or the scene playing out in front of him. Not when his vision blurs and sound is muffled by how heavy and dense his breaths are. 

You pop off of him briefly, your free hand clutching his thigh. His cock glistens in the minimal light that filters through his windshield. And when you angle your face to lick up the length of him, he catches the way your chin shines as well. Salacious. Beautiful. 

God, he can’t stand it. His hand finds the back of your neck once you start sucking again. And you moan. It’s more of a whine as it crawls up your throat and travels down to his base. 

“Shit, that feels…” His words die in his throat as his grip tightens involuntarily and another small noise catches in your throat. 

“You like that?” His pulse is racing and his heart thuds recklessly in his chest. You surprise him. Every time he tries to be tender, sweet, gentle with you you ask for more. Something rougher. Harsher. The realization alone makes his stomach dip low with pleasure. With a heat he cannot control. 

Your nod is enough of an answer for him. He holds you tighter as your movements pick up the pace. He’s gonna come. You’re gonna make him come and his restraint frays at the edges. His hips jolt, forcing him further into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you gag around him, but you don’t stop. It’s becoming too much. He’s suffocating. 

“That’s it,” he groans. His abs tense as his orgasm builds aggressively in his gut. “Fuck, baby, m’gonna-“

His words are stolen from him. His warning barely tumbles from his lips as he finishes inside your mouth. He has to smother his moan into his shoulder in an attempt to quiet the sound. It's difficult though when you swallow down his release eagerly. Your hand is still pumping him until he’s drained. Sensitive. 

When you pull back, the first thing he notices is how smudged your mascara is beneath your eyes. And your eyes glow with unshed tears. Your lips are swollen and even though he’s still reeling, it doesn’t stop the urge he has to kiss you. And you must notice the way his eyes cling to the sight because you part them to reveal the last traces of his cum pooling on your tongue. 

“You’re tryin’ to give me a heart attack, aren’t you?” But he doesn’t actually give you a chance to answer because he’s already pulling you into him. Kissing you. Tasting himself on your tongue yet he still tastes the sweet remnants of your lip gloss. 

Ace nearly tugs you into his lap. Already ready for another go. This time for you. To make you feel as good as you just made him feel. But you push away from him. He doesn’t wanna let you go, but your hands are firm as they press you away from his chest. 

“Let’s finish the movie,” you say, breathing hard but smiling at him. So much fonder than he expects for the moment you just had. 

“I’ve already seen it,” he replies, reaching for you again.

“Yeah, but I haven’t,” you laugh and swat his hands away. 

“You missed half of it,” he argues, watching as you twist to grab the blanket in his back seat. 

“Then catch me up,” you say, unfolding the blanket to cover your laps. Beneath the blanket your hands tuck him back into his pants before you turn your attention back to the screen. Even going as far as turning the volume up in an attempt to tune out his retorts. “Now pass me the popcorn.” 

Ace, no matter how hard he tries, cannot wipe the grin off his face for the rest of the night. And you don’t help his case either. Your walls are completely down and he thought he knew you before, but now he realizes how silly you can be. How chatty you are. He explained the movie to you but it ended up being pointless with you just talking through the ending. He didn’t mind though. You settle him in an oddly familiar way. He can’t quite put his finger on why that is, but he’d be stupid to question it. To overthink it to death. To make it out to be something that it’s not. 

“I had fun tonight,” you say as he drives up to your house. “Thanks for inviting me out.”

“No need to thank me,” he shakes his head, parking a few feet from your porch steps. It’s dark out and even though your porch is illuminated, he still decides to walk you to your door. Like a gentleman. 

“I’m serious.” He meets you on the passenger side and extends his hand to help you jump out. “We should do this again sometime. And maybe get out of the car next time.” 

“I should be able to make that happen,” he says, intertwining your fingers as you lead him to your front door. He won’t ask to see you tomorrow, afraid that it will be too forward, but that doesn’t stop him from spinning you towards him once you reach your door. Pressing your body to his in the hopes that this won’t be the last time he touches you tonight. “Before that, though, you should invite me in.”

“No way,” you laugh and try to wiggle away from him, but his hold on you tightens. “Not tonight.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. I owe you one.” He almost tacks on a please for good measure. Ace isn’t above begging. Especially if it leads to him between your legs again. 

“I can handle that for tonight.” You manage to wedge some space between your bodies, skipping heedlessly away from him. 

“Ugh, don’t tell me that.” His head falls forward in distress. Now all he can imagine is you alone in bed. Fingers nestled between your thighs and hopefully his name dripping candied from your tongue. 

“Tomorrow we’re meeting at Sanji’s for some breakfast,” you change the subject swiftly, twisting your key in the lock. “If you’d like to join us.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He loops a finger into one of the holes on your poncho. When he goes in for a kiss, you meet him halfway. He intends for it to be longer, more persuasive than it is. But your intentions are innocent. Your lips press to his warmly, romantic. 

“8:30,” you smile a breath away from his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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[goquokka00]

hello!! omg, I used to love sending in requests, but it’s been a while \(^ヮ^)/

I would like to request a SFW ff or oneshot (it doesn’t matter :) ) for Felix where he saw y/n for the first time in a while (or ever since high school) and she was performing in a small local band for the college festival/event and was like wow!! heart eyes heart eyes!! He used to have a big crush on her also! 😝 Just wanted to see how you come up with this ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Long Time No See

Summary: It had been years since Felix had last seen you. But while on break in Melbourne with Bangchan, the two came across a small fair held by a college in town. And the main center of attention wasn't them. It was you and a small band covering their songs that you had re-written in English. And Felix just couldn't stay away.

Pairing: Felix X Reader (F!)

Genre: Humor, Fluff (It's Felix I mean come on lol)

Word Count: 2.8K

The last time Felix had seen you was in Highschool.

You were the same year as him, a shy band nerd. You were heavily involved in anything music; playing in the pit for theatre, doing jazz bands, ensembles, and all sorts of choirs and singing stuff. It felt like any time he saw you, you always had something music going on. But he liked that.

Your friend groups were really different, but you two did get along when you had classes together. Always wearing your glasses, having to push them up your nose...it always got Felix's heart pumping. He always tried to partner with you on projects because of that. You were also really smart in certain subjects. If anything, it made you more attractive to him.

Unfortunately, the time you two had together grew short due to Felix going to Korea to become an idol. And while it made him a bit upset, he wanted to follow his dreams, too. And so, he left. And while he spent countless hours training and working hard to become an idol and one of eight members in Stray Kids, you had continued to go to school, and eventually to college.

But Felix hadn't seen you since.

Now, he was one of the most infamous. Everywhere he went, people knew him. He was Felix of Stray Kids; the one with the deep voice and the cute face. It's what he was known for. And after working for so long, he was finally on break with one of his fellow members, Bangchan.

They had gone home to Melbourne to spend time with their family, relax, and just do what they wanted. It was needed, and it was nice. Really nice. But today, he had gotten bored and wanted to go out with Chan. Just hang out as friends, and not band members who performed in stadiums.

And so, he called Chan.

"Hey, Felix! What's up?" Chan asked, Felix smiling as he heard his hyung's voice.

"Channie-hyung, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out and just walk around Melbourne."

"Yeah, sure! I actually heard that there was a fair going on at the University of Melbourne and wanted to check it out, but Lucas is out with friends, Hannah is in America, and my parents are busy with work."

"Oh, then we should go and check it out, see what's going on!"

"Definitely! I'll come get you later...around two work?"

"Yeah, that works."

And so, Felix got ready before meeting Chan outside, the two off to go to the University. And once they got there, they noticed just how busy it was. Turns out, there was a lot to check out.

There were competitions, games, food, art, and so many other things. Felix actually ended up buying gifts for all of the other members of Stray Kids, as there seemed to be something for everyone. He even got something for Chan, who turned the gift down. Felix...just slipped it into Chan's bag.

And as they walked around, they heard music coming from the plaza. And because they were idols, they just had to go and check it out. Sure enough, it was a small group of students from the music department playing some jazz tunes that they had written. It was pretty cool, if they were being honest. And after the group was done playing, another group appeared.

And there you were.

At first, Felix didn't recognize you. You weren't in glasses anymore, and your hair was a lot longer than what it used to be. But after a moment, Felix's eyes widened.

"No way..." He blinked, leaning his head forward as his eyes narrowed, almost as if his brain didn't believe what his eyes were seeing. But Chan? He had no clue what was going on.

"What? What is it?" Chan looked to Felix, then to the group as they set up, and then back to Felix, seeing his friend's face suddenly red. "Why are you suddenly so flustered, huh?"

"I...I went to school with that girl. The one with the guitar." Felix instantly pointed you out, only to see you laugh and smile as you grabbed the microphone, adjusting it to your height before doing a quick sound check.

"No way, really?" Chan asked, looking at you as you did the typical "check, check, check, 1-2-3". But it was only a second before Chan smiled, nudging Felix with his arm. "She's kinda cute..."

"Hyung, stop..." Felix just shoved Chan back, hearing him laugh. But his attention was back on you in an instant. You had so much more confidence than you did when you were in highschool. It's almost as if you managed to find yourself, and pick yourself up.

"Hello! Um, we're Wallflower, and today we're gonna be playing a few songs that we really learned to love by a group named Stray Kids." You greeted, smiling at the crowd that had gathered around. People cheered, clapping before you laughed nervously, continuing. "Oh, and they're all covers we've learned and translated, too. So you'll be able to understand them. Hopefully."

And with that, you looked to the keyboardist, nodding. And they were quick to play an opening both Felix and Chan recognized instantly.

"Twilight, huh?" Chan murmured. It wasn't an easy song, that was for sure. It was a song Han had written, for crying out loud. His songs weren't ever easy. And yet, with a gentle breath, you began.

"I think my day, Has grown shorter than everyone's... And your thoughts, Make my night come faster than the sun... I try to follow you, cause you left just by chance, Will you be waiting for me in the end? I still remember you warm words from back when Your eyes held all that sweet love just for me..."

Felix forgot how beautiful your voice was. It was so smooth and soft, having just a hint of a raspiness that made it irresistible. Even Chan whistled lowly, crossing his arms as his eyes widened slightly.

"Damn, she's good." Chan said, looking back to Felix. But what he saw was his friend in absolute awe.

"Yeah..." Felix trailed, watching you closely. He couldn't even take his eyes off of you. You were enchanting, from your voice to the way you looked around the crowed, to how your hands moved and played each lick of twilight perfectly.

And then, your eyes caught his. And it was like everything stopped for Felix. His cheeks burned red, unable to look away from your beautiful eyes. He half expected you to freak out, but you didn't. Instead, you smiled, and winked to him. Winked.

Felix swallowed in response.

After Twilight, your group played Limbo, then Cover Me, then a softer version of Unfair. You sang Felix's solo. And your voice fit it perfectly. From Unfair, your group played Youth and Hold My Hand as well before finishing up.

"Thanks again for coming everyone! You all have been amazing!" All of you bowed before heading off of the make-shift stage to pack up your things.

"Wow...they were really good." Chan commented, only to watch Felix just walk over to you. He just blinked, watching Felix leave before going after him. "Fe-Felix, wait for me, man!"

Felix just ignored him, walking up to you before tapping your shoulder. You had just been putting your guitar away, zipping the case up when you felt the tap, turning around to see Felix, Chan running up behind him.

"Um, hey. I-I don't know if you remember me, but--"

"How couldn't I remember you, Felix?" You just smiled, giggling a bit before continuing. "Honestly, I should be the one asking you that question."

"Oh...Oh yeah, I guess so--"

"Felix, come on! I asked for you to wait!" Chan interrupted Felix, making Felix whip around before bowing to him.

"Sorry, Hyung, I didn't mean to. I just...I wanted to come say hi to--"

"Ah, right. Your school mate, right?" Chan looked to you, smiling before offering his hand. "I'm Chan, though...I'm sure you knew that already. You are...?"

"I'm Y/n, and its an absolute honor to meet you." You replied, shaking Chan's hand.

"Ah, Y/n! You did an amazing job with your performance, the translations were really good, too. You should've seen Felix, he was awe-struck-"

"HYUNG!" Felix gave Chan a look that just said 'shut your trap before I punch you'. It only made Chan laugh and put a hand onto Felix's head.

"Right, right, sorry. I need to embarrass you at least a little bit." Chan said, smiling before looking to you. "I'll give you guys some space. I saw a booth I wanted to check out, anyways. Have fun, love birds!"

Felix was going to kill Chan.

You simply laughed, waving to Chan as he walked away, before looking to Felix. "So..."

"So..." Felix repeated. All of a sudden, it was awkward. Really awkward. Damn it all... Felix just cleared his throat, looking to you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He's like a dad. A really, really embarrassing one."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I found it funny." You replied, putting your arms behind your back. And then, you gestured to the side, smiling kindly to Felix. "So, do you wanna catch up a bit? Maybe grab a bite to eat?"

"Yeah, sure." Felix smiled to you, before the two of you headed on your way. You both decided to get some meat pies from the cooking club, sitting down before chatting about the simple things.

Felix told you about his training and the show Stray Kids did before debuting, all sorts of stories about the other members and what they were like outside of their idol image. And you shared stories about college and how your group came to be. And it was nice. Really nice.

"You know, I never expected you to go into music." You eventually spoke, taking a sip of your soda. "I mean, you always seemed like you were too cool for it, y'know?"

"Really?" Felix blinked, watching you nod. "But I was a dancer in high school."

"Yeah, but that's not the same as music." You leaned forward on your hand, tilting your head as you looked at him. "But hey, it puts your deep voice to good use. Have you seen the compilations of people reacting to it online?"

"Actually, yeah." Felix laughed a bit, drinking some of his own drink. "Granted, you've changed too."

"Not really..." You shrugged, watching Felix shake his head.

"Yes really. I mean, you don't wear glasses anymore."

"Well, they got annoying."

"And you're not as shy."

"Trust me, I am with new people."

"You weren't shy with Chan."

"But I was awkward."

"They aren't the same thing though."

"They're close enough."

"Well, the girl I knew from Highschool would've never performed songs that she translated on a stage in front of people."

"I had other people on stage with me, I don't get nervous when I'm with them."

"See, you said that in Highschool, and then you passed out from nerves when you had that solo that one choir concert."

"I--what? I didn't do that!" Your face flushed as Felix brought that up, the man only laughing as he saw your reaction.

"Did too! I was there, remember? All because you asked me to support you!"

"And then I told you to never bring that up again!" From there, you covered your face up, letting out an embarrassed groan. "God, it was so embarrassing..."

"Hey, it's not as embarrassing as ripping your pants. Or face planting into the stage floor while performing." Felix had a point. But after a second, your brows furrowed as you looked at him, raising a brow.

"Wait, but didn't all of that happen to Chan?"

"...don't...don't tell him I mentioned that."

"I'm SO gonna tell him you mentioned that."

"No, don't!" Felix just whined as he watched you laugh, Felix only leaning forward. "Seriously! Chan will kill me!"

"Okay, okay! I won't!" You giggled, wiping a tear from your eye before you looked to Felix, smiling to him. Felix just blinked, taking in your beauty for a moment before smiling.

"You know...I'm really happy you've come out of your shell." Felix said, watching as you ran a hand through your hair.

"Yeah...college really changes people." You said, your eyes soft. "But you've changed a lot, too."

"Not really..." Felix said, watching as you shook your head.

"Yes really." You then leaned forward on your hands again, looking into his eyes. "You aren't trying to force this cool guy facade anymore. You're a lot humbler now than you were, too. You're letting people see the real you. The you that I got to know."

That got Felix blushing. He didn't know why, but...your words were so sweet. Something that he knew he needed to hear.

"Oh...um...thanks." Felix bowed a bit to you, silence coming between you both for a moment. But then, you let out a sigh, smiling softly.

"You know...I kind of wish that we got to be closer back in Highschool." Your voice was a lot more sincere now. Felix didn't miss it in the slightest.

"Yeah...me too." And then, the next words just flowed right out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. "I wish that I had the courage to ask you out back then."

You blinked, freezing before looking at Felix. He looked like he hadn't even said that. Just...staring at the table with eyes that showed how he was thinking.

"What?"

"Yeah. I had a thing for you back then, y'know?" Felix then looked up at you, his smile soft. "But I wanted to pursue my dreams. So I did."

"I'm happy you did." You responded, your cheeks pink. Felix then looked at you, his eyes wide. "You seem happy. A lot happier than you used to be. I think in a sense...you found yourself, too."

"Yeah...Yeah, I did." Felix nodded, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "But...I'd be a lot happier if you were in my life."

Once again, your eyes went wide, your heart beating fast. He...did he really just say that?

"You think so?"

"I know so." Felix smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together. His eyes watched your hands, before he looked back up at you. "Let me do what Highschool me didn't have the guts for, and take you out on a date tonight, yeah?"

You couldn't believe your ears. But...you couldn't help but nod, feeling shy now.

"Y-Yeah...I'd like that."

"Oh, thank god." Instantly, Felix let out a breath of relief, his hand relaxing more in yours. "I was so scared you were gonna say no...god, that was horrifying."

You just laughed, Felix watching you before laughing with you. And after a moment, you both stopped, your sweet voice speaking up. "You did good, though! You made me feel butterflies!"

"Really?" Felix smiled, his eyes filled with so much joy. "I was really trying my best, I mean...like, I didn't want to be cringey, but I also wanted to be charming, but not too charming. That would've been cringe worthy. Like, seriously cringey, and I wanted it to be good enough to where I wouldn't ruin my shot..."

And as Felix continued to ramble on and on, you just watched him, smiling with love in your eyes. He was so cute...even though he had practically swept you off of your feet moments ago.

"Felix..." You spoke, interrupting him. He looked at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You just moved forward, going to land a kiss right onto his lips.

Instead, you missed, hitting his chin.

You blinked. Felix blinked. And then you both burst into laughter.

"I missed! I was trying to kiss your lips!" You laughed, Felix just bending forward as he practically wheezed. "That's so embarrassing, I'm sorry!"

"No, no, it was perfect!" Felix cackled, only to look up at you with a smile. And after you both calmed down, you gazed into each other's eyes, happy as can be.

"Can I try again?" You asked softly, Felix nodding. And as you leaned forward, you slowly closed your eyes, waiting for the impact until...

"Don't miss this time."

"Felix!" You just smacked his shoulder, making him laugh before going to cup your cheek.

"Sorry, sorry...here, I'll guide you." Felix said. And finally, the two of you met in the middle, sharing a soft, sweet kiss. It felt like the two of you set off fireworks, only the two of you in the world. And as you both pulled away, you didn't go far, keeping close as Felix spoke softly. "I'll come get you at seven tonight. Sound like a deal?"

You just nodded, putting your forehead onto his. "Deal."

One thing was for sure...neither of you could wait for tonight.

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Chemtrails Over The Country Club | JJK ch1

Chapter 1 : Snowball

pairing : sunshine x grumpy, non idol city boy jungkook x country girl yn, renowned fuckboy x inexperienced reader, volunteer x volunteer

chapter warnings : cowgirl fluff, homeschooled delusions, girlie w boots behavior, vague yearning, harmless daydreaming, foreshadowing, ignorance about what a vape is, mama is god’s strongest soldier, overly friendly energy, cow poop appreciation, new meat (not jk… yet), certified good girl behavior, ominous foreshadowing, you’re about to meet god (he has a lip piercing) grumpy brat behavior, airpod abuse, stubborn daddies, fish out of water syndrome, ur muscles are showing and he’s spiraling, jungkook is not ready for you OR pony brushing, whore jungkook, non explicit smut..yet, implied hookup, tensionnn!!!

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You wake up with the sun, like you do nearly everyday unless you get the rare lie in. It’s the first day of volunteering, first day of summer for real, and it’s already warm on your cheeks when you stretch under your daisy, print blanket. u wiggle your toes. You roll around a little. You don’t even get out of bed right away. just lay there all comfy and sweet like ur a lazy lil housecat while the roosters scream outside.

Homeschool’s finally done. You’re free. no more worksheets on the kitchen table, no more weird unit studies your mama printed off Facebook about history . You passed everything (..barely), so you’re done till fall. And starting today, you’ve got one plan and one plan only, spend your summer up at your uncle’s barn, brushing the ponies, collecting duck eggs, and teaching new volunteers not to be afraid of cow shit.

You’ve done this every year since you were twelve. It’s your favorite part of the whole year.

You hop outta bed, take your quick shower, brush your teeth with strawberry toothpaste, and do that thing where you dab your lip balm on your cheeks like blush. Then you tug on your denim shorts, your frilliest little summer blouse, and your boots that still has last year’s mud on the soles.

Your mom’s already in the kitchen when you get there.

“Morning, baby,” she says, flipping pancakes.

“Morning.” She hands you your plate and you plop right down at the table. You eat fast cuz you’re too excited not to.

“You packed a lunch?” she asks.

“Mmhmm.”

“Kissed the Lord today?”

“Twice.”

She smiles. “Once for me too?”

“Of course.”

It’s just you and her in this house. Always has been, judt a little one story farmhouse with faded curtains and a front porch that creaks. No brothers, no sisters. Just you, your mama, and a dumb cat Pickle (Who’s a stray that chose your porch to be it’s home)

And every summer, your uncle, lets you come work up at his barn andhis produce shop just up the hill. He brings in other volunteers too, kids from nearby counties or from down the highway, but they don’t usually last long. Most people don’t like early mornings and goat spit as much as you do.

You finish your breakfast, rinse your plate, and lean your chin on your hand while Mama sips her coffee.

“Hey, Mama?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“…What do you think city boys wear?”

She doesn’t even look up. “Trouble.”

You snort. “No, seriously.”

“I am bein’ serious.” She points her fork at you. “Cities are full of smog, strangers, expensive juice drinks, and people who don’t say bless you when you sneeze.”

You twirl your spoon through your empty syrup. “But they’ve got trains. And bubble tea. And boys who wear silver rings on their fingers and probably vape.”

She gives you a look. “Thats not like a reason to go packin’ your suitcase.”

“I’m just asking.. What’s it like to kiss someone who wears cologne and not… tractor grease.”

Mama sighs, like you’re already giving her a headache. “You got all summer to get that silly out of your system.”

You grin. “Good thing today’s the first day.”

She rolls her eyes but kisses your forehead anyway. you grab your bag, tighten your boots, and shout goodbye over your shoulder as you head outside.

It’s warm already. The air smells like honeysuckle and cow. Sun’s hitting your arms just right.

You cross the road and start up the hill toward the barn, same way you always do. You can already see the roof of the tool shed poking out over the trees. The goats are bleating, the horses are whinnying, and your whole body is already buzzing with the joy of it.

You’ve done this a million times before.

And you’ve never once had a bad summer.

Which is why it doesn’t even cross your mind, why there’s not a single shred of warning in your cute little head, that something’s about to change.

Something big.

Because while you’re walking to the barn with a little song on your lips and a whole day of chores in your heart…

The city?

It’s already on its way.

And it’s wearing black boots and a pierced eyebrow.

God help you.

When you arrive, the volunteers are already huddled near the tool shed. three of them today.

And you glance over the group: a sleepy looking’ boy with cuffed jeans and allergies, a girl who’s definitely wearing lashes to the stables, and one girl who already has hay in her mouth for some reason. like. just chewing it.

“Morning’, guys!!” you chirp, all sunshine and friendliness. They blink at you like you’re a hallucination.

“I’m y/n ,” you say. “and if you hate it here, that’s okay. most of you do. but i love it, and i’m real nice, so if you need anythin’ or just wanna cry behind the grain barrels later, come find me.”

The hay girl giggles nervously.

“Were starting easy today,” you say, checking your clipboard. “Stall cleaning and pony grooming. if you scream at the ducks, they will bite you. don’t ask how i know that. i just do.”

They all nod slowly. terrified.

You clap your hands and smile so big your cheeks hurt. and that’s how your summer begins. just like always. you, your boots, your clipboard, and three new souls about to get emotionally wrecked by chickens and sunstroke.

You have no idea that one more volunteer is about to arrive.

Late, pissed off, pierced, and literally allergic to peace.

And speaking of, Jeon Jungkook? Is suffering.

He doesn’t even pause his music when he gets yelled at. just keeps staring straight ahead, one leg propped up on the dash, mouth full of gum, blasting music so loud through his airpods the whole car sounds like a speaker.

His dad’s been talking for the last ten minutes, but he’s too busy playing level 179 of bubble pop on his phone.

and mentally preparing for war. because apparently, after the party. and the party after the party. and the one that accidentally caught the coffee table on fire, his parents are finally “done.”

and their solution isn’t therapy. or rehab. or juvie.

no.

it’s community volunteering.

in the countryside.

(For “character building.” Jungkook thinks jail would’ve been more fun.)

He blows a bubble, pops it loud.

This is fucking ridiculous.

His name is jeon jungkook. he wears black-on-black in 90 degree weather. he owns a Dior saddlebag and two vapes. he knows his drug dealer’s grandma.

He is not meant for dirt roads and animals and old men with hay in their beards.

“Youre gonna take this seriously,” his dad snaps, finally pulling off the gravel road and throwing the car into park. he still doesn’t pause his music. “you’ll be living here all summer, find somewhere, i know there’s a little hostel nearby for all i care, you better not mess this up.”

Jungkook sighs. loud and long. but finally yanks an airpod out. “can’t believe you’re dropping me off at fuckin horse camp.”

“Its not horse camp.”

“Itys giving horse camp.”

“Its called a farm,” his dad snaps. “get out.”

He slams the car door harder than necessary, cargo pants dragging dust with every step. his hoodie’s already sticking to his back and he’s starting to sweat, but he refuses to show it.

And hes still mid eye roll when his dad steps out and pulls him into a hug. and he does hug back. quick, one armed, all bratty. but then his dad’s voice gets low. serious.

“I hope something changes this summer.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer. just nods once. chin sharp. mouth tight. and then he steps back.

“Later,” he mumbles, pulling his airpods in again.

He doesn’t turn around until the car’s already disappeared down the road. and that’s when it hits him. like. actually hits him.

Theres no cars. no concrete. no skyline. just trees. and fences. and a big ass barn in front of him. he’s alone.

Fully alone. in the middle of nowhere.

With a backpack, a vape, and a hoodie he can’t take off out of spite. he exhales through his nose.

“fuck.”

He walks toward the barn, footsteps heavy. everything smells like grass and sun and… something too fresh.

And then, he sees you. He stops walking. just for a second. you’re standing out front, brushing a small, white pony with a giant pink ribbon in its tail. your shorts are faded and frayed. your top’s tied in a little knot at your waist. your arms are tan and a little muscly.

And you’re smiling so big you look like a fucking cartoon. and then you spot him. you light up more. drop the brush in the grass and run toward him, boots kicking up dust.

He stares.

you’re not like the other city girls he’s used to. not covered in makeup. not taking selfies. not eyeing him like you’re trying to put him in a song.

You’re just… smiling. squinting into the sun.

Barefaced and pretty and weirdly ripped. Your so close now he can smell your shampoo. “you need help?” you ask, already grinning.

His jaw tics.

“Volunteer,” he says.

“Oh! yayyy!!” you gasp, practically bouncing. “come on in, we don’t get many! you’re gonna love it. well, maybe. okay, probably not at first. but it grows on you!”

He blinks. you’re… talking so fast.

You tilt your head. “what’s your name?”

“…Jungkook.”

“i’m y/n!” you chirp. “hi hi hi.”

You don’t even give him time to respond. you just grab his sleeve and start dragging him inside. he swears under his breath.

tries not to look at your ass.

fails immediately.

“Uncle!! we got another one!!”

A man with a clipboard turns around. he’s got a straw hat and a gray beard and one of those terrifying polite smiles that scream i can break a man’s spine and then go eat a biscuit.

“You’re late,” the man says.

Jungkook shrugs. “was on my way. got lost.”

“You’re dressed wrong.”

He glances down at his black hoodie and cargo pants.

“…it’s called fashion,” he mutters.

The man raises a brow. doesn’t say anything. writes something on his clipboard. “you’ll be brushing ponies today. you’re with her.”

He looks over.

And you’re already waving at him from where the white pony’s tied up again.

His jaw flexes. his hoodie’s sticking. his hair’s getting damp under the beanie he forgot he was even wearing.

And your shorts are barely hanging on.

He sighs.

You swear youve never seen anyone look more out of place in their body. he’s standing there stiff, arms crossed over his chest, hoodie still clinging to his back even though he’s visibly sweating. and glaring.

Just full…on. glare mode. at the pony.

She sneezes and he flinches.

You bite a laugh back, grabbing a brush from the wall and skipping over.

“This is snowball,” you say sweetly, giving her a little pat. “she’s the gentlest one we got. you’re lucky you’re with her today.”

He raises a brow. “she sneezed on me.”

“Bless her heart, she likes you.”

“I don’t think she does.”

you beam. “you just gotta show her you’re nice.”

“Im not nice.”

“Well, duh. you’re from the city.”

He lets out a noise, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, but doesn’t argue. just watches you as you press the brush to snowball’s side and demonstrate, smooth and steady strokes.

“See?” you hum. “easy. they like it when you go slow. feels like a massage.”

He shifts a little, eyes tracking your hand, and you swear he licks his lip.

But then he looks away again.

“What if she kicks me?” he mutters.

You blink. “you’re brushing her shoulder.”

“Im just saying. these things are like living tanks.”

“Ponies?”

“All horses are shady.”

You giggle. “she’s not a horse. she’s a pony.”

“Same shit.”

“Nooo,” you gasp. “that’s like saying you’re a decent human just ‘cause you have a neck.”

He looks at you for that one. full-on looks. eyes dark and kind of amazed, like did this dusty little farm girl just say that to me?

You grin wider. “c’mon. here.”

You grab his hand, hot, firm, rougher than you expect, and place the brush in his palm. you stand behind him, reach around, fingers curling over his, guiding him in the rhythm.

“See? just like this.”

His shoulder’s tense under yours. he’s tall. you’re pressing against his side, arms around him, and he smells like deodorant and dust and, god, he is hot.

Not like the guys around here. not in a ‘jacob at the feed store with the four wheeler and no game’ kind of way.

This guy’s got tattoos peeking out from his sleeve. rings on every finger. a lip ring. his jaw is razor sharp and he knows it. he’s hot and he’s rude and probably smokes menthols and has no idea how to hold a brush. you try to focus. on the pony. on the movement. on your job.

You don’t even realize your boobs are right next to his elbow until you lean forward a little, trying to steer his hand lower, and one of them jiggles against his arm.

And he freezes like a statue. like a man who just witnessed god and can’t tell anyone about it.

You go still too. blink. look up. his lips part. just slightly. then he jerks away. like you burned him.

“..i got it,” he mutters, stepping aside, starting to brush snowball with way too much force. “i got it now.”

“You sure?” you ask, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah.”

He’s brushing like he’s trying to win an olympic medal. You rest your hands on your hips. “gonna rip her fur off at this rate.”

“She likes it rough,” he deadpans.

You gasp. “excuse me??”

He smirks. actually smirks. just a little. and you already thought it before but hes hot.

like. real hot.

But he’s still a city boy. and city boys always get bored. always want fast things. shiny things. women who look like instagram filters and never have hay in their hair.

He won’t last more than a week.

But until then, “you missed a spot,” you chirp, pointing to snowball’s back.

He groans.

“Show me again.”

You sidle up next to him, brush in hand.

“Okay, but no funny business.” he holds up his hands.

“Swear. all business. brushing ponies and being judged.”

You giggle, heart light.

“You missed another spot,” you tease, nodding toward Snowball’s tail.

Jungkook doesn’t even look. “She can deal.”

You let out a soft little huff through your nose, grabbing your own brush again and working gently along the pony’s belly. The sun’s climbing high now, hot and golden, and his hoodie’s still clinging to him like it’s glued on. Sweat darkens the neckline. He looks miserable.

“You know,” you hum, “you’re allowed to take that thing off.”

He shrugs. “It’s part of the look.”

“What’s the look? heatstroke?”

“No,” he mutters, brushing aggressively. “Urban decay.”

You laugh. Loud and sudden. “That’s not a look, that’s a violation.”

He almost smiles. Almost. Instead, he slows his brush. Eyes flick toward the barn.

“Anyone else here?”

You blink. “Yeah. Three of ‘em. Over in the east stall, probably shoveling horse shit right about now.”

He nods once. Doesn’t say anything else. You wait. Maybe he’ll ask you to come with him. Maybe he’ll ask another one of his too cool for this questions. Maybe he’ll try to flirt again, in that weird standoffish way.

But instead.. He just… walks off.

You blink, stunned. “Wait—hey! You forgot the—” He turns around, still walking backward now, the dumbest little half-smirk on his mouth. His lip ring glints in the light.

“I got it,” he calls. And then he’s gone. Just like that. Hoodie and boots and attitude disappearing around the corner.

You stare after him. Brush limp in your hand. The pony sneezes again and you mutter, “Men,” like it’s the most evil word in the dictionary.

He finds the other volunteers exactly where you said they’d be, clustered near the east stalls, looking like they’ve never seen a bale of hay in their lives.

Jungkook exhales, wipes a palm down the front of his cargo pants, and strolls in like he didn’t just flee from a girl with sparkles in her laugh and arms like she’d punch God for fun.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t ask for names. Just leans up against the doorframe and watches.

The girl with the lashes notices him first.

She perks up immediately, flipping her hair and biting her glossed lip like it’s instinct. “Ohhh,” she says, smile sticky sweet. “New boy.”

He raises a brow. “Yep,” he mutters.

She laughs like that’s the funniest shit she’s ever heard. “I could tell. You got sent here?”

He smirks. “Yeah.”

“Me too.”

She steps closer. And he lets her. She smells like fake peaches and something expensive. Her nails are done, her boots are clean, and her eyes are trained right on his mouth.

This? This is familiar. This is easy. This is girls at parties, in bathrooms, in Uber rides home. They start talking. Nothing real. Nothing worth remembering.

She laughs again, tosses her hair. Touches his arm once. But weirdly… it doesn’t hit.

She’s his type. His vibe. His rhythm.

But there’s no static. No punch in thechest.

Not like when you smiled. Not like when you leaned in close with hay in your hair and sun on your cheek and smelled like strawberries and saddle soap.

He catches himself zoning out. Jaw tight. The girl’s still talking. He nods, polite enough, lets her think he’s interested.

But his eyes drift. Back toward the barn door.

And his chest pulls just a little.

Like something might be calling him.

Or worse. Like someone already did.

And later, after everything’s done, after the clipboard’s been filled out and the volunteers have been sent off with bug bites and hay in their hair,

After you wave goodbye with one hand and cradle a duckling in the other, after he pretends not to look at you even though you’re laughing at something that allergic boy said and the sound actually makes his brain stutter.

Jungkook finds the place his dad mentioned.

It’s not even a real hostel. More like a weird little shared bunkhouse on the back end of the farm’s property, probably built in the eighties and last cleaned in the nineties.

There’s bunk beds. A mini fridge. A broken fan. And someone’s leftover towel draped across the windowsill like it lives there.

He exhales slowly through his nose. Drops his bag. Doesn’t even bother to unpack.

He meets Lash Girl, what’s her face??? he still hasn’t learned her name , on the front step a few hours later. She’s wearing a crop top now, less lashes but more gloss. She hands him a beer she stole like they’re old friends. Like this is what people do in the middle of nowhere. Get bored. Get buzzed. Get off.

She leans in too close. Her laugh is syrupy. Her hand slips low on his arm.

He lets her.

They kiss in the hallway. She tastes like peach rings and cheap beer. She’s soft. She sighs when he touches her. He pushes her gently against the wall, lets his hands slide up under her shirt, listens to her breath hitch like it means something.

It doesn’t.

He doesn’t even think about her.

He’s somewhere else.

Not mentally, like oh I’m so deep and broken.

Just literally .. somewhere else. Floating and disconnected. Her lip gloss smears across his cheek. She pulls him toward one of the bunks, giggling when he bumps his head on the way in. He mutters a curse, shrugs off his hoodie, doesn’t even take his rings off.

She gasps like it’s a revelation. Moans a little too loud when he bites her shoulder.

And the whole time , not once does he stop to think:

wow, she’s hot.

wow, I like her.

wow, this means something.

because it doesn’t. it’s not sex, not really. its entertainment.

And when it’s over, sweaty, sticky, fast , she rolls over with a breathless little giggle, nails dragging down his chest like she wants round two, and he just stares at the ceiling.

Blank.

“God,” she says, “what are they feeding you in the city?”

He doesn’t answer. Just breathes slow. Arms behind his head. Outside, the bugs chirp. The fan creaks. And somewhere down the hill, he knows you’re probably still awake. Reading something on the porch. Braiding your hair. Smelling like warm sugar and horse shampoo.

Not giggling. Not performing. Not needing to be anything other than soft and sunny and stubborn as hell.

He swallows and closes his eyes. And prays to whatever’s left of him that he’s not about to fall for someone who says things like “tractor grease” and talks to ponies like they’re people.

Because that? That would be worse than exile.

That would be real. And real is the one thing he’s never actually had to deal with.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Not a problem at all

Bob reynolds x fem!reader

A/N: I may or may not have started crying during a true crime documentary last night so I wrote this afterwards. Am I on my period....not yet. Anywho please PLEASE comment what pet names you think Bob would use for his girlfriend/partner I've been stumped and just used a bunch of different ones in this. Also I wrote this on my phone so it may not be the best work I've published but I hope you enjoy it anyways :)

Warnings: none? There is very vague talk of true crime documentary but no detail at all and just used as plot and it does talk about reader being on their period but again nothing graphic

Bob was concerned.

However, he believed any boyfriend would be concerned about coming home to find their girlfriend wrapped in several blankets, clenching a stuffed animal, and crying uncontrollable sobs in bed while watching some true crime documentary.

"Um--sweets?" He asked meekly as he walked over to you. "I'M FINE!" You tried to convince him through sniffles and choked sobs you started to fight back. You rubbed your nose and looked up like that would magically stop the tears from falling.

"I swear I'm okay Bobby don't look at me like that." You didn't have to look at him to know he was looking at you very concerned. "Look at you like what I-I mean I'm not even looking at you!" His eyes just scanned the room quickly but fell back to you just as fast. You paused the documentary as he finally looked around to take in the surroundings and everything started piecing together in his head.

His bag of hot Cheetos...empty wrapper of your favorite chocolate...that big bag of Sour Patch Kids he got you... your water bottle is half full...cup of tea that had gone cold.

He did a full scan of you and his suspensions got confirmed seeing you fully. You had not only his oldest, oversized t-shirt on, but you also had a heating pad on high and were holding that stuffed dinosaur he got you like it was your lifeline.

"Oh my darling" he crossed the small space between you and kissed the crown of your head softly. "How are we feeling?" You groaned and pulled him closer to the bed but he stopped himself from falling into the tangled blankets with you. "Hold on sweetheart let me get things ready for you yeah?"

Before he got a response he pulled away even if the whine that left you ripped at his heart. He got undressed and changed into sweats, blushing as you cheered seeing him strip quickly. "Damn Reynolds look at that butt!". He muttered "Can't believe my girl is such a damn heathen" before he cleaned the bed off of the snacks you had gathered throughout the day and collected the cups as well.

"I'm proud you drank water today pretty but I am gonna go get you some more. Gotta keep you hydrated. Did you have a real meal?" He beamed when you nodded but quickly deflated when you mentioned that it was for lunch. "...it's 7:30... at night" he gestures to the window, "the moon is nearly out now." Before you could argue he was already out of the room, he knew you wouldn't argue back if you were comfortable in bed and thankfully you were.

He made the quickest pot of spaghetti he's ever made in his life and refilled your water. He gathered the food and made sure to bring medicine and one of your hydration stick packet things that you've been making him use lately and he headed back to the bedroom...only to find an empty bed. "What the...where'd you go?"

You come very slowly wandering from the bathroom with a pout, "If you've ever loved me before...rip my uterus out." He himself whines like he's in pain, "Come get comfy baby I made spaghetti...and um--I got the pain medicine you said helps the best and one of those drink packs you've been buying." When you complain saying those hydration packs are supposed to be for him he just nods along "Yeah yeah I know and I have one a day like you instructed me to but you need it so no arguing this time missy."

He cringed hearing himself say 'Missy' "Fuck sorry" he didn't even have to look at you to know he was receiving a glare.

You climb back into bed and Bob, this time, follows your movement and gets into bed with you too. Once you've eaten most of the bowl and drank some water he pulled you into him and held you close to his chest. "Wanna tell me about the case you were watching about when I got home?" He held the remote and fidgeted with the buttons as you rambled about the crazy murder case.

You let out a huff "I-I think that's about it. I don't know I started crying about the victims having to go through all that but I can't stop watching it now! I have to know how he got caught." Bob leaned down and kissed your head once more, "Well now you can find out with me, I'll wipe the tears away no problem." You giggled as you laid your head on his chest, thinking he was just being dramatic.

He leaned back and pressed play, warmth filled his chest as you curled into his side. He mumbled to himself, "It's no problem at all"

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[nineteenninety-six]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Across the Kitchen Table [2]

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Ex-Wife!Reader

AN: Still suffering from lack of inspo but this just came to me and I kinda like it. This is technically a 2nd part to ATKT but it's also not, it can be read alone. Also just try your hardest to ignore an inconsistancies lol

TW: medical inaccuracies, kids injuring themselves, divorced parents.

ACROSS THE KITCHEN TABLE

When the school couldn't get in contact with either you or Robby, they asked the paramedics to go to the one place they knew the both of you would be.

Unbeknownst to either of you, your daughter's school had been trying to call you both for the past thirty minutes. Gwendolyn had injured herself during gym class but with Robby in the midst of a critical case with Collins and you elbow deep in a surgery and so neither of you had access to your phone.

You remain blissfully unaware until a call comes into the OR. A nurse gratefully holds the phone up to your ear as you pause in your actions, your heart stopping as you listen to Perlah on the other end of the phone.

"Page Walsh, she needs to take over." You call out after Perlah hangs up, "My kid is downstairs."

Everyone knows what you mean by 'downstairs' and so they don't waste a second as they call for Walsh and prepare for a switch.

Your mind was racing with guesses of what rendered your daughter in the emergency room. It could be something as simple as a sprained ankle... or something else, something worse but you were determined not to think about it. You didn't want to needlessly worry yourself but the worried mother in you was rearing its head.

Once Walsh was scrubbed in and was caught up, you were quick to leave the OR. You had just about exchanged your scrubs before you were hurrying down the hallway to the stairs, tightening the drawstrings on your trousers as you sped downstairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator.

You don't even stop once you reach the emergency department. Perlah calls out the room number as you pass the nurses station and you nod in thanks as you make your way to the room.

Robby was already there no doubt. The ED was his department, his home away from home and you knew he'd be by Gwen's side the moment she arrived. Meanwhile, it had taken you almost forty-five minutes to get out of surgery, clean and downstairs. You could only hope the silence from the ED meant it wasn't a serious emergency.

Habit leads you to knock on the door before you step in and the sight that greets you makes you pause in your steps.

Robby was on the hospital bed, shoes kicked off as he relaxed back, half asleep as his shift catches up with him. Gwen is cuddled up with him, one of her ankles propped up by a series of pillows. They're talking to each other in low murmurs, Robby trying to make Gwen laugh to cheer her up.

Despite being divorced for a year and a half, it wasn't weird or awkward to see Robby as you saw him multiple times a week. Not only did you work at the same hospital, you also met every Sunday evening to pick up/drop off the kids, not to mention to the children's sports practices that happened multiple times a week that you both attended. The only difference is that you don't live together anymore.

"Mom!" Gwen perks up at your arrival.

"Hey baby!" You coo as you approach her, you press a kiss to her forehead and brush her hair behind her ear, being careful not to dislodge the glitter-pink glasses that rested on her face. "How did you land up here sweetheart?"

"We were running in gym class and I tripped and fell," Gwen sniffles and you wipe her tears with a soft coo, "Then they took me here."

You give her ankle a glance before you turn your attention over to Robby, "Is it a sprain? Why haven't they wrapped it?"

Robby shifts from the bed, standing up before stretching his arms over his head with a soft groan, "Not sure, I think fracture. We're waiting for an x-ray."

"Still?" You pull back, ready to go storming around for answers and maybe cash in a few favours to push Gwen to the top of the waiting list.

Robby stops you in your tracks, "No you stay here, I'll go see what I can do."

You thank him and watch as he kisses Gwen on the cheek, promising her he'll be back soon before he departs from the room. You climb into the space on the bed that Robby had vacated, Gwen snuggling up to your side.

"Sorry mommy took so long honey, I was busy upstairs. I didn't have my phone." You tell your daughter.

"I know, daddy told me that you were helping someone." Gwen murmurs, "It's okay, you're here now."

Robby returns with two cups of coffee from the cafeteria, a muffin for Gwen and both your phones in his hands.

"Gwen is next in line," Robby tells you as he passes you a cup and your phone, "And I called your parents, they're gonna pick Carter up from school and bring him here."

You hated to admit it but you had completely forgotten about your son. The panic of hearing that your daughter was injured and in the ER, along with the frustration of her delayed care had all but consumed you.

"He'll be out in about an hour. We should be done by then…hopefully." Robby continues as he gives Gwen her muffin, smiling at the happy wiggle she did at the baked good.

You both watch as Gwen begins to eat her muffin, taking a small bite before she offers you both a bite, which you both reject, encouraging her to have it all for herself.

Robby stands next to you and opens his mouth but before any words could come out a knock sounds on the door as it opens, Dana poking her head around the door.

"Pulled a few strings and got the portable x-ray machine," Dana winks at you as she makes her way over to Gwen, a x-ray tech trailing behind her wheeling the machine in.

"Hi auntie Dana," Gwen greets the nurse.

"Hi sweetheart," Dana waves at the girl with a smile, "My friend here is just going to take a picture of your ankle so we can see what's wrong."

"Are you going to stay here?" Gwen turns her wide eyes over to you and Robby and you're both quick to answer her.

"We aren't going anywhere," Robby reassures her, "We'll be right here."

You nod along, "You'll be able to see us the whole time baby."

Gwen gives a brave nod to Dana, "Okay, I'm ready auntie Dana."

It takes mere minutes, the x-ray is completed and the tech is out of the door ten minutes later, promising to be back within the hour. Dana lingers for a while longer, catching up with you and Gwen and giving Robby an update on his critical patient from earlier.

With neither you or Robby allowed to be Gwen's doctor, it's assigned to Collins. Robby mutters about it, not because he thinks Collin's isn't good enough, he knows she's one of the best already but Gwen is his daughter and so he's particular about her care. His first choice would of course be him but you are a very close second.

Collins confirms Robby guess of a fracture to Gwen's ankle and Robby sticks by her side after the young girl reaches for him. 

You look down at your phone when it dings with a notification, it was your mom, telling you they had arrived at the hospital with Carter. Once you meet them outside, you invite them to join you in the hospital room but they refuse, not wanting to overwhelm Gwen, but promising they'll visit on the weekend once everything calms down. 

You carry Carter back to the hospital room, asking him about his day at school as he babbles in your ear in response. Carter waves to everyone as you walk through the hospital, calling out 'hello's' and 'byes' from his position on your hip.

The hospital was a common setting for the children, they were regular visitors since birth. When Gwen was born and you were on maternity leave, you often popped in to visit Robby after he returned to work from paternity leave. Carter didn't visit the ED until he was one year old, when lockdown was lifted and it was safe to do so but the sunshine boy made Robby's days in the hospital just that little better.

The memory of those days brings a smile to your face as you enter your daughters room. Carter's eyes land on Gwen first and burst into an excited grin, always happy to see his big sister but then his eyes catch on to Robby right beside Gwen and he is spoilt for choice, eyes flickering between his father and his sister unable to choose but once he spies the cast on Gwen's foot, his choice is made.

He wiggles out of your hold and darts over to Gwen as soon as his feet touch the ground, though he's not big enough to climb upon the bed by himself, so Robby lifts him up, settling him next to his big sister.

You noticed how Gwen still clung to Robby, perhaps because it was your week and she had spent more time with you than with him. You were pondering on whether to ask him if he wanted to take Gwen for his time a day early. You were working the weekend while Robby wasn't so he was going to collect them in the morning regardless.

You catch Robby’s gaze and point towards the corner of the room, suggesting you want to chat with him.

When he comes over, you ask, “Would you mind if she goes with you tonight? She seems a bit attached.”

“I was actually thinking of asking if I could take them tonight,” Robby says, agreeing with your suggestion. “I’ll take Carter too.”

“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.

Robby turns to the kids, “You’re going home with me tonight, how does that sound?”

Gwen peers over at you with a worried furrow on her face, "What about mommy?"

"Mommy will be fine. I'm working tomorrow so you'd be going to daddy's anyway remember?"

Gwen looks unconvinced. She loved both her parents equally and always wanted to split time equally, not liking when things got skewed even just a little bit.

You lift Carter from his position and take his seat, settling him on your lap as Robby sits on Gwen's other side, "Especially with your ankle sweetie, going back and forth might hurt you some more."

"Mommy come?" Carter asks, looking up at you.

Gwen brightens at the suggestion, "Yeah can mommy come to yours daddy? We can have a sleepover!"

You look over at Robby who's already looking at you. 

"It's up to daddy." 

Robby shrugs, "What hell…sure."

Gwens squeals in excitement and Carter copies her, clapping his hands as he cheers along with her. You and Robby exchanged amused looks over the heads of your children and it almost reminds you of your life together before the divorce and for a moment, you can't remember why you split up in the first place.

[teaandjumpers]

Obikin Summer Camp AU (Camp Director/Counselor)

--- “I’ve had enough of your pranks, Anakin,” said Obi-Wan, irritated.

“You’re a counselor now—not a camper. Act like it.”

He had chased Anakin out to the woods, past the border of the camp, ready to throttle the boy. 

Seven.

Seven pranks, all targeting him. Salt in his sugar dispenser. Honey on his bedding. Furniture on the roof. Each prank growing bigger, more ludicrous, more time-consuming in its clean up.

He thought it would end after a week. That Anakin would get over the fact that he hadn’t been chosen to be the camp’s director. It was a ludicrous notion anyway, the newly-appointed counselor thinking he could be a director. 

Anakin had only been a camper a short four years prior, and despite what Qui-Gon had told the younger man, no one was going to appoint a twenty-one year-old to help manage a camp full of teenagers. 

Not that Obi-Wan wanted the job either. He was doing this as a favor to his former mentor who had decided to pack-up and climb the Himalayas on a whim, leaving the camp without anyone to run it. 

It was a thankless job, and Obi-Wan had spent most of his summer around loud, sticky kids. But he was between projects at present, and his latest book on the evolution of scotch through the ages was doing well enough that he could afford the time off. Plus, after traveling through Scotland for his short documentary series, In Search of Good Peat, he liked the idea of staying in one place for a time. 

So that left him with Anakin, who, as it was when Obi-Wan was a counselor and Anakin a fresh-faced camper, had become his second shadow. 

Every time something went wrong, there was Anakin, a near-indiscernible smirk on his face.

Only a person who knew the boy, had seen him make a similar face when a rival of his caught a softball to the face or slipped on the lake’s deck, would notice it, and Obi-Wan knew Anakin well.

And he was driving Obi-Wan mad. 

Anakin gave him his most innocent look, wide, confused eyes, pouty lips, but they both knew it was an act. 

With more force than necessary, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin against the nearest tree, holding him against it with a sturdy press of his palm against the younger man’s chest. 

“And drop the act, if you would please.”

“What act?” asked Anakin, his voice turning sing-song sweet. “What have I done, Obi-Wan?” 

“He’s a family friend, he’s a family friend, he’s a family friend,” Obi-Wan repeated to himself as the urge to let his hand creep up the boy’s chest to his neck grew. 

Anakin pouted. “A family friend? Are you saying we’re not friends, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Friends don’t make each other’s lives a living hell.”

For a moment, Anakin seemed to consider his words, appearing almost contrite. Obi-Wan kept his palm against the boy’s chest, but just as he was about to pull away, Anakin grabbed his arm, curling one of his hands around Obi-Wan’s wrist. 

“And what do friends do for each other?” he asked.

His voice had grown low, almost sultry, and he began to drag his curled fist up and down Obi-Wan’s wrist. 

It took Obi-Wan’s brain a moment to catch up with his body. His body, traitorous thing that it was, was very very interested in Anakin’s sudden change in demeanor, in the looseness of the boy’s wrist as he worked Obi-Wan’s forearm. 

But his brain recoiled in horror, screaming at him to jump back as soon as he realized what he was feeling.

He scrambled away, falling on his arse just a few feet away from Anakin who was still leaning against the tree, his posture languid as he watched Obi-Wan intently, his gaze unreadable under the moon’s low light. 

“What can I do for you, Obi-Wan?”

[sparklingpaintwater]

sometimes i regret the night i put that ring on

pairing | rafe cameron x black! fem! reader

warnings | cursing, mentions of sex, kids?, marriage, adultery, possible violence (the night is still young)

you had been up pacing for hours after you put caleb and violet down for bed. rafe had yet to come home. usually by this hour, he would slip into bed after a fresh shower, holding you close after a long day at work. but you didn’t feel his warmth tonight, and that terrified you.

you picked up your phone from the dresser, noticing a message from a random number: a video. your worry increased. who was this? curious, you opened the message and a wave of nausea took over you. it was a video of rafe and ruthie making out at a club, messily and hungrily. he smacked her ass and kissed on her neck. ruthie smiled at the camera, smirking smugly. kelce and topper cheering along like the idiots they were.

another message sent.

"guess he got tired of playing house with a homebody 🤷‍♀️," the message read.

you ran to the toilet and vomited, gags making your body tremor. sweat drenched your pajamas. you didn't want to wake up the kids, so you silently sobbed on the floor until you couldn't. the heartbreak was quickly replaced with pure rage. you recalled the day you got married to rafe.

the photographer snapped pictures of the two of you together.

"you better not fucking embarrass me." you asserted, looking up at him.

rafe chuckled with confusion. "what do you mean?"

you grabbed his face, acting as if you were being affectionate. then you dug your acrylics in his face and squeezed. rafe hissed. "you know what the fuck i mean." he gazed at you. you examined his face. “i want to be together until we grow old. i’m only in this life for you.” he replied, bending down the place a binding kiss to your lips. your hands caressed the spots were your dug your fingers into his face. “you promise?” you said, voice cracking. he wiped a tear that fell down your cheek. “i promise, baby. i promise.” he swore, kissing you again.

you wiped your tears and got off the floor. you brushed your teeth to get rid of the sickly taste on your tongue and left the bathroom. you began to pack clothes for a long excursion, making sure you grabbed all your most valuable items- and some of rafe’s as well. then, you went to the childrens’ rooms, packing them clothes. caleb, you and rafe’s six-year-old, rubbed his eyes at the sight of his closet light.

“mommy?” he rasped, sitting up.

you turned and gave him a weak smile. “hey cay,” you whispered, pausing the packing to comfort him. “we’re going to go travel for while. how does that sound?”

“is daddy coming?” caleb asked innocently. the anger bubbled inside your belly as you tried to conceal the venom you felt towards your cheating spouse.

“no. he’s going to stay here. how about you go pick out some snacks for you and sissy, okay?” you redirected.

“okay.” caleb climbed out of his bed and walked to the kitchen to find snacks to take.

you finished packing caleb’s stuff, then went to violet’s room. you packed violet’s bag, continuing to let the fifteen month old rest. you passed caleb in the kitchen to put the bags in the car, then went back in the house to get violet.

“bear, it’s time to go. got enough snacks?” you questioned, looking at your beautiful son with arms full of snacks and juice for himself and his sister.

you smiled, but all you could think of was how easy it was for rafe to betray this sweet face. to break this family apart for an outsider. caleb looked just like rafe. from his blue eyes and strong nose, he couldn’t deny that little boy. but he was playful and determined just like you. you glanced at violet, fast asleep on your shoulder. she was the perfect mix of you and rafe, from her corkscrew curls and big eyes to her quiet and investigative nature like her father.

how could rafe do that to his own family?

“i’m ready,” caleb took you from your reverie as you handed him a tote bag. he put the snacks in there and grasped your hand to walk out the garage door. “which car, mama?”

“the land rover, baby,” you told him. it was your wedding present from ward.

“go get in your seat.” you instructed, your son obediently following directions. you made sure violet was properly strapped into her own, then checked caleb’s work. you kissed your kids on their foreheads, then walked back into your home. memories flooded your mind: rafe carrying you in through the threshold; your first night in the house; your first housewarming party; finding out you were pregnant with caleb; bringing home him from the hospital; caleb’s first steps; finding out you were pregnant with violet. your chest burned with agony. you took off your ring and the matching necklace with an ‘r’ on it, and left the house.

you opened the garage and exited the driveway. you drove to columbia, arriving at your family home. you went inside with the kids and put them back to bed. you unpacked and called sarah. she picked up on the second ring.

“hello?” sarah answered groggily.

“hey sar,” you answered dejectedly.

“hey. is everything okay? you sound different.” she said, concern laced in her voice. you fell apart like a dam. you could barely speak. grief drowned you.

“your brother- he cheated on me. with ruthie.” you managed to answer between debilitating sobs.

sarah’s line went radio silent.

“i’m on the way. trying to get some rest.” sarah said. the phone hung up.

you walked into the hallway and collapsed onto the owner’s suite bed, right beside your kids. your phone rang. you glanced at the picture. rafe cameron’s name appeared. you turned your phone off and went to sleep.

[pearlywritings]

On the strings of each others' souls

synopsis: general headcannons and scenarios on the romantic relationship between deacon Dahlia - the leader of the choir, and you - the organist.

pairing and characters: Dahlia x fem!reader

tw: fluff, colleagues to lovers, established relationship later, reader is the organist at the Church of Favonius, reader is taller than Dahlia, Venti is the wingman

word count: 4.4k+ words

a/n: Shoutout to my dear friend @ladyphaethon-blog, who has been listening to my yapping about Dahlia and came up with several scenarios that ended up being written here. Thank you, love, you brain is sexy <3

You met Dahlia when he officially joined the Church of Favonius - first as the Lord Barabtos’s oracle, then as a deacon and a leader of the choir. Before that you, of course, heard about a young man, who was skilled with his words and knew how to regulate conflicts - you had some respect for him in absentia. When he proclaimed to be bearing the will of the Anemo Archon, you were among the skepticists. But after you became colleagues and grew closer, your doubts quite quickly dissipated.

Being the organist sort of predetermined your close acquaintance with Dahlia - you and him both working with the choir. While your feelings towards getting a new colleague were neutral (you just hoped he'd have been better than his predecessor), the young man was thrilled - new acquisition meant new emotions. And boy, did he remember the emotions from your first meeting. When he was first led to an inconspicuous door to the side from the organ’s pipes and stepped inside your domain, Dahlia thought he witnessed something sacred. He had never given much thought to how the great instrument operated or wherever even the player was placed, but, seeing you, seated in front of the three rows of white and black keys, leaning forward to scribble something in the music sheets while the fingers of your free hand were floating across the keys without pressing and feet moving around the board of pedals without stepping, he was mesmerized. And only when you glanced at him and called his name as if making sure it was who you thought it was, did he snap out of it and, plastering the humblest smile he could muster, walk further into the room.

From then on Dahlia started building his opinion of you. At first, disappointedly, you appeared to him exactly what the church in his mind was - boring. Serious, barely smiling, sticking to the work and not letting him stray from it - the newly ordained deacon found it hard to believe that you both were in your twenties - coevals! But soon he started to take notice of things. How you’d laugh occasionally with the sisters and even crack a harmless joke. How you’d speak softly with the younger ones, make sure to praise the singers when they got better, even help them adjust their uniforms. If he was completely honest, he once caught you helping Barbara tying her pigtails. The girl lamented her late awakening which resulted in a lack of time to get ready properly, and you only smiled, brushing her locks and promising her it’s alright. On more than one occasion he'd watch you frown your brows or widen your eyes adorably, or shake your head with a smile full of acceptance, while grading your student’s theory homework (ah, yes, he also learned you give piano lessons as a part of homeschooling) during the breaks between the choir practices, having occupied one of the benches in the second row. 

He then talked to the other nuns. Somehow he managed to get information from the several families who hired you for their kids. And his initial take on you was gradually reformed. He began to figure it out, realizing that you were so closed off only because you were in the senior position to him - helping a newbie adjust, making sure he knew you weren’t there to fool around and that working with you might be a challenge, and suddenly, he was alright with it. Buuuut it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and break the ice. 

Dahlia was a peculiar phenomenon to you. Everybody who had eyes and looked longer than five seconds would’ve caught the sight of the mischievous glint in the violet eyes or the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when another reformative suggestion of his brought change to the usual course of things in the cathedral. Plus you saw some of the hymns he carried in his choirbook - he even showed you some himself, asking if it was possible to transfer them from the lyre to the organ. You had no idea how he managed to fool everyone. Yet you promised to discuss the possibility later.

It was easy for you to say that he had little imps dancing in his head, when you had spent quite some time with the man. Absolutely not because his bright aura and showing persistence drew your attention to him. Still, you admitted that you had caught onto his attempts to worm his way under your skin quite fast, you were not stupid or blind, or oblivious. After some time he started to try and evolve the conversations, first with simple talks about the weather and later on asking, as if in passing, how was your day. He would bring something to snack on with the tea - and it was his idea to have breaks (unnecessary ones, since you had rarely spent more than an hour together. Though you came to enjoy them). He would also ask for permission to linger a bit after your discussions were over and hover next to your sitting form, closely watching you operate the organ’s console, occasionally questioning this or that pull or press of your fingers. And you patiently explained.

Four months in you could claim with certainty that you two had become good acquaintances. The kind that not yet teased each other, but already shared jokes and gave the same people a silently judging look. Your expression around him was still mostly neutral, but every time Dahlia had managed to get a sincere smile - no matter how small it was, - from you, or a half-hearted roll of your eyes, or a glare, or his name said in warning…the young man felt the so-beloved feeling of excitement blooming in his chest.

“I think you have a little crush on our dear organist!” Venti once giggled after the deacon confided in his god (or rather spilled the tea about your surprised face one evening over the bottle of wine). Dahlia stopped mid-sip, and then slowly lowered his glass, staring at his friend. Come to think of it… the bard had a point. The young man had to admit it: he enjoyed the little moments you spent together. He finally found your mostly unphased behavior refreshing. He’d been speaking about you to others more. Sometimes he caught himself musing if he should’ve invited you to tug along to the tavern after work. He looked forward to singing you a new rhyme he learnt from somewhere and preened when you clapped and offered him few, but sincere words of praise. The first time you told him you thought he was the right pick for the leader of the choir because you found his voice heavenly? He was speechless and bashful. Ultimately, if we return to his and Venti's conversation, your expression morphed into one of sheepish bewilderment because the deacon decided to be a little tease and called you ‘flower’... Who calls their colleague a flower!? “You know what, Venti? I think you are onto something.” "*gasp* I AM!?"

Nice shot, Venti.

After that fateful conversation, Dahlia began paying closer attention to you. First thing he finally noted was your height. Since you usually greeted him while sitting and the conversation rarely happened on foot, the pink-haired herald never addressed the fact that you were significantly taller than him. Like, eye-level-with-your-collarbones taller. Sometimes your chest, if you had heels on. Did it bother him? As if. It felt strangely exhilarating when he had to lift his head just to look into your calm as the lake surface eyes. Imagination drew pictures of stepping into your embrace and tucking his head under your chin, content and secure, pressing his cheek to your softness… Oops, he was moving too fast too soon in his head.

The second revelation came in the form of the shift in your dynamic. It was no longer only Dahlia coming to you. Now you also sought him out. You'd approach him before morning service and offer to share your breakfast - had little time to eat at home, brought too much with you. Instead of talking to one of the nuns, you went to him directly if something of concern happened. You'd even take your time and walk closer to say hi if you spotted him in the city. The most earth-shaking instance so far, that almost made his heart skip a beat, was you finding him after a little organ concert you gave every Thursday, and showing him a folder with music sheets. “I managed to transfer that song you liked from the lyre to the pipe organ. I can play it to you tomorrow, during my own practice.”

Your voice was even, but Dahlia didn't miss the way your eyes held sparkles in them, and how your lashes trembled when you looked at him, truly looked at him.

And he came on Friday. And he listened. And he felt the feelings bloom. And he sang, first by your side and then stepping outside and filling the grand hall of the cathedral with his voice alongside your music. It was uplifting, it was the creation of something new, something dear, and he paid no mind to the sisters or the members of the congregation who stopped whatever they were doing just to witness his smile, the perfect sync of his melodious voice and the majestic instrument that was playing quieter, softer. For him.

Dahlia ran back inside the room with the slam of the door that almost made you scold him. But you simply had no time for that, not even a second to stand up, as the deacon hugged you tightly around the shoulders in the rush of feelings. He was laughing, he was wearing the widest smile you’d ever seen him possess and he was rocking your bodies from side to side in an unconcealed excitement. He was elated when your fingers softly curled around his arm, squeezing, and the side of your head lightly bumped against his cheek. It took everything in him not to press a kiss to your hair.

And that was then that he realized it was pointless to beat around the bush and asked you to join him in the tavern that very same evening.

“Hey, I was thinking…” It took him around half an hour of hurried praises and a ton of questions you diligently tried to keep up with, but he was finally more or less calm. You let him sit on the organ’s bench together with you. Hips touching, shoulders snug together, and his palm resting on top of the back of yours, as the fingers moved across the keyboard. You told him it’s an exercise you use to show your students how relaxed a hand should be. And it was the closest you’d ever been with him. “Yes?” Your head turned and hand stilled. But he made no effort to remove his. “Why don’t you join me at the Angel’s Share today?” Violet eyes gleamed, and you could swear you caught the glimpse of hope in them. “I rarely see you anywhere after work, unwinding. I promise you good wine and good music.” “Master Diluc’s tavern?” You hummed, glancing to the side, brows drawing together in thought. “I’m afraid it’s too many people and different sounds for my liking. It may not seem like it, but sometimes I can get a minor headache from playing for too long. I would like to avoid making it worse.” “Oh,” the sudden discovery made Dahlia’s enthusiasm waver slightly. But as his mind was rushing to come with something else, your hand turned, letting his palm slide into yours, curling the fingers around his tentatively. “However… I don’t see why we can't save the evening at the tavern for another time and go to the Good Hunter to have a nice dinner instead.” “Are you…” his breath hitched and he couldn’t dare to believe his luck, just not yet, “...are you asking me out?” “Well, technically it was you who asked me out first,” a sliver of tease slipped into your voice, “I simply suggested a different location.” “So…it’s a ‘yes’?” “Absolutely.” “We are going on a date?” “Mhm,” your gaze shifted to his hand and fingers started playing with his. The deacon’s shoulders relaxed. His digits carefully, just one knuckle in, slid between yours. His head tilted back a bit, and mouth released a relieved sigh. And Dahlia fully accepted the fact he was taking his crush out. “Oh, thank Barbatos…” Then, as if remembering something urgent, he slightly bolts, sitting straighter. “Oh, also!” “Yes?” “Can I keep calling you ‘flower’?” To his surprise a small smile graced your lips. “Ask me that after the fifth date, and I promise to think about it.” And you winked. Dahlia was positively gone.

It’s been a couple of years since you officially started dating. Deacon Dahlia, known for his blessing to hear the will of the divine, the young herald with an aura of piety who always has a kind word of advice for the troubled, and you, the Church of Favonius’s organist and composer, a collected young lady, who gives piano lessons and looks after the younger sisters of the church.

To some your union came as a surprise, other citizens were more observant and were suspecting something when you first started to appear together in public for your dates. And very few, like sister Victoria, saw the signs long before. 

In any case, people are happy for you. You honestly look good together, and the members of the congregation actually believe it was your mutual devotion to Lord Barbatos that brought your pure souls to each other.

But Dahlia will never ever fool you. Sometimes, in the back of your mind, you have that annoying thought that your love made him worse. If before his smile was pretentiously humble, now it looks like sin whenever he graces you with his glance.

His attitude shifted too. Now, with you, he doesn’t have to hold back and pretend he is not a menace to society (and you personally), doesn’t need to think twice before deciding to tease you; you accepted him as your lover and he sure isn’t going to waste any opportunity to do what he enjoys doing most. Bring fun and chaos into your relationship.

His fantasies are a reality now. Nothing can stop this man if he wants to hug his girlfriend (only you). He fawns on you like a pink-furred kitten, sliding his arms around your waist and placing his cheek atop your chest, sighing dreamily. He calls your height difference just perfect, and when you reprimand him (effortlessly) for his behavior, he turns to face you, plants his chin right between your breasts and gives you a goofy smile.

But he is also greedy. Embraces were quick to become ‘not enough’ for him, he soon started to desire kisses. He loves the challenge when he wants one. Catching you by surprise and smooching you as you sit or hovering over you while you are lying are, obviously, good deals. Though they don’t get him going like standing kisses. He loves the playful banter when he asks you to lean down. He isn’t insecure to use the bench or the steps, or the edge of the fountain to jump onto and get his portion of pecks. Archons, for the longest time his unserious ass even had a folding stool on him all time while at church. Sweet and innocent Barbara thought the deacon used it to put his elbows up while praying. Dahlia whipped it out whenever he wanted to get his lips on yours.

Is into making out in random places. Could be the second floor at the Angel’s Share, where you two are tucked in the corner while everyone is celebrating downstairs; chairs half-turned to each other, your mouths moving together in sync, and his hand is held down against your thigh with your own, cutting off his sneaky attempt to paw at you. Hoisting you onto the barrel behind the Cat’s Tail works too - he has a perfect opportunity to invade space between your spread legs and hush your discontent whispers with as many kisses as he wants. Slipping into your ‘work room’ before, in-between and after the practices just to steal some more? A given. Archons, you can even lift him up against the church’s wall and he’ll wrap his arms and legs around your body with vigor, smashing his mouth into yours. He’d even make sure to curl his toes in the shoes just for the giggles.

As matter of fact, Rosaria - who, as you now know, can move soundlessly - once caught you in that very position, when she was trying to skip choir practice. You think the three of you had a staring contest for like, two minutes, before Dahlia, ignoring you hiding your face in his neck and silently dying inside from embarrassment, negotiated with his subordinate, that ‘she saw nothing and you two didn’t see her either’. Still hoisted up. With legs around your waist, swollen lips and everything.

The only case that was worse than that, happened a couple of months into your relationship. Having stayed late to finish some work on picking the new composition for the choir’s repertoire, Dahlia got impatient. The moment you turned away from the manuals of the instrument, your lover was on you. He learned the hard way that the human back slamming against the keys of the pipe organ created a truly LOUD cacophony. Almost at midnight, no less.

You don’t know what exactly Dahlia told the sisters to cover your…blasphemous actions, and you don’t want to know to save your dignity, but the day later your impish boyfriend told you that everything was alright and it only cost him two bottles of the fine dandelion wine for using the Anemo Archon’s name.

As I said -you don’t want to know.

But for a half of a year Dahlia was banned from your domain.

(You nearly brought back this prohibition once you learned that the Holy Lyre der Himmel was first stolen and then returned broken. You had your suspicions, you are not proud of it, but just for good measure you make sure Dahlia knows how delicate, despite its massiveness, the organ is, and how hard, not to mention expensive, it is to fix your instrument.)

Not only Dahlia changed because of the relationship - you did too. Got more sociable, experimental, daring. It came to you as a surprise that being showered with affection and becoming the center of attention of the man you love can be as agreeable as others described it. You are still the responsible one and often mutter at your partner’s shenanigans, but you do not deny that being loved by Dahlia, spending every day by his side feels like a blessing. Even if this ‘blessing’ acts like he has two pointy horns and a sharp-tipped tail.

You are still not the regular at the taverns, but occasionally, on a night before a day off, you would join your lover and your (now mutual) friends. On evenings when you do not, you still stop by on your way from the late classes to pick up your boyfriend and go home together. Dahlia always laughs, when you turn to Diluc or any other barmen on duty and ask genially, if your boyfriend turned the peaceful evening into another messy chaos.

Speaking of friends…

Venti, the notorious bard you’ve seen and heard of before, is now the third wheel in your relationship, but this wheel is FUNCTIONING. Someone wise once said: ‘if you can’t beat them, join them. But if you are too sane to join - just roll with it.’ That’s the path you chose, becoming the observer of their trickstery.

Dahlia once told you, that ever since his friend had found out about the crush the deacon had on you, he’d beg at least twice a day: “please, please, please, get together it will be so fucking funny and wholesome”. With hands clasped together and eyes lifted skyward. (as if this man isn’t a god himself)

Then you were informed that Venti was actually your wingman - self-proclaimed, of course. How come? Very logically: had it not been his proposition, Dahlia wouldn't have joined the church and met you. Well, maybe he would've, somewhere in the city, but at the cathedral he could see you every day! And fall in love! You let him think what he wanted, while Dahlia just smiled into his drink.

There are times though when you admit you owe it to Venti - like that one conversation on an evening you barely remember.

“Soooo, Dahlia calls you a flower, huh?” The bard muses when your boyfriend leaves the table for a refill with a kiss to your temple and a quiet murmur of a nickname that stuck. “Yep,” your lips pop the last letter like it’s a vexation, but an unconscious action of gliding your fingertips over the ring with a flowery pattern on your hand tells the wind god a different story. “Aww, does it mean he’s your little bug?” “What?” You shoot him a look, surprised. The bard twists the teal-died braid between his fingers, puts his chin on a free palm and gives you a toothy grin. “Come on, isn’t it obvious? He can’t get his hands off of you, he practically climbs on you. And if you are a beautiful flower, he should be an itty-bitty beatle.” The man watches you ponder his words, witnesses the moment when an idea gets into your head, and relishes in the devious smile that stretches your mouth. “Venti, I don’t say it often - but you are a genius.” “Tee-hee, so I’ve been told~” When Dahlia is finally back, three mugs are placed on the table, and he reclaims his seat by your side, you catch him off guard with a peck to his lips and a sweet, practically saccharine ‘missed you, cuddlebug’, and Venti bursts out laughing nose first into his mug.

Ultimately, Venti is Dahlia’s man. His backup. His partner in crime. His wingman. You can only cover your face with a hand when the bard, already drunk and wobbly, bends down, wraps his arms around his friend’s legs and hoists him up, swearing it’s only because your lover wants a kiss. From you. No, asking you to lean down is not an option today, absolutely not.

You are so tired of them /aff

You three are like a modern sitcom. The company of three where: 1) two are dating; 2) the third one is drinking at the expanse of the other two; 3) the third one is also a god and the guy from the pair is his herald and they are best buddies; 4) the herald’s girlfriend is in a permanent state of wanting to smack the other guy on the back of his head, yet every time lets him crash at her house.

By the way, living with Dahlia is…an experience. No, he is responsible with his chores (though he doesn’t miss an opportunity to use their completion as an excuse to demand affection), and isn’t one to bring other people around (Venti is an unspoken exception). But he gets so clingy when left alone with you in the comfort of your shared space. If you cook something, he is attached to your back with arms wrapped around your waist. If you lounge on the sofa, he comes and drapes himself over you like a weighted blanket, expecting headpats and getting away with his hand wiggling under your shirt. If he is the one sitting and you come into the room, he lights up and pats his lap. Even if there are plenty of places to sit down (he just loves how he can put his head onto your chest when you settle on top of his thighs sideways, says your heartbeat calms him). Practically, he leaves you alone only if you ask him to and during the hours when you need your concentration being directed solely to music.

He steals the blankets. Which isn’t that much of a problem, considering he hogs you into his arms as well. Giggles, when you repeat the ‘cuddlebug’ nickname sleepily for the tenth time, and throws his leg over yours for good measure. Sometimes he sings you off to sleep, using that high beautiful voice for your ears only. Never lets you out of bed without a morning kiss (you tried, but he is quite a light sleeper). On several occasions has played harmless pranks by handing you his shirt instead of yours or hiding socks the way you have to wear a mismatched pair (no one sees, but he knows, and it brings him joy). Always has an attentive ear, a soothing silence and a warm embrace to offer when you feel down.

All in all, Dahlia is a good boyfriend. Yes, he does things that leave you wondering how people still see him as a perfect image of a cleric, but he never makes you a part of a drama that could cause any form of harm. He’s a huge tease, but while his mouth is flirting, his eyes gaze at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and named at least ten in his honor. He is attentive, supportive and ready to step in if someone bothers you (on more than one occasion he, wearing the most innocent look his skills could provide, rage-baited the person who was making you uncomfortable, making it so the knights were forcing them from you and taking them away). He remembers stuff you like, surprising you at least once a week with a trinket that caught your eye or a favorite snack of yours that is sold on a specific day at a specific time, or something else that’ll delight you. He also doesn’t forget important dates, even if they are your personal ones. You were gobsmacked when last year he asked how you two were going to celebrate the 5-year anniversary of your successful career as the piano teacher (you forgot about it!). But most importantly…

Dahlia loves you. Loves you like the sun that plays with the colors of the stained-glass windows. Loves you like a long walk home when you can talk and talk about what your future holds. Loves you like you are a mystery he’ll never unfold, but will happily try again and again. Loves you like a constant that his drama-seeking self didn’t know it so desperately needed.

And when your hand finds his, and you whisper earnestly an ‘I love you’ back, Dahlia believes his life has truly been blessed.

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[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER SIX: Beer and Bitches

Masterlist

WARNING: swearing, mild sexual talk, uses of alcohol, gross frat boy behaviour

“You boys fuckin’ ready?”

Toji’s voice bounced off the frat house walls as he leaned against the doorframe, hands thrown up like this was some sacred ritual, shirt nowhere to be seen.

“Hell yeah,” Gojo whooped back lazily from the couch, crushing an energy drink one-handed.

It was barely 8 a.m. — morning after finals — and they were already wired, buzzing on caffeine and the promise of going hard. Everywhere you looked, someone was shirtless or halfway there. Beer cans were already cracking open, bass thudding through the floor like a heartbeat. This wasn’t just any party. It was the party of the semester. Exams were over, stress was dead, and nothing mattered except beer, bitches, and celebrating their freedom. The true frat alpha way.

“Shut up,” Sukuna groaned from a chair next to Gojo, rubbing his eyes like a dad surrounded by hyperactive kids as he smacked a water bottle at Toji’s legs. “It’s too fuckin’ early for this shit.”

“Someone’s cranky,” Toji drawled, pushing off the doorframe to grab a Bud Light from the fridge, already packed to the brim with alcohol.

“Can’t a guy be excited for beer and bitches?” Gojo shot back with a grin, kicking his feet up on the table like he owned the place.

Sukuna scowled deeper. “You mean cheap beer and girls you’ll barely remember,” he muttered, only for Gojo to lean into the jab.

“I second that,” Geto added lazily, hands laced behind his head, lips twitching like this was all too entertaining.

“Boo,” Gojo answered, sticking his tongue out at them.

As Choso padded past in nothing but a towel, dragging a razor carefully across his jawline, hair still damp from the shower, Sukuna paused, then whistled.

“It’s eight in the morning, dude. Shouldn’t you wait till Y/N actually arrives before you go all Mr. Smooth?”

Choso froze mid-stroke, face going red faster than anyone thought was humanly possible.

“W-what? That’s not why I’m getting ready this early,” he muttered, hands less steady as he kept his gaze down, ears tinged pink.

Gojo paused halfway to his mouth with his drink.

Y/N.

The girl who’d brushed past him one morning like he was invisible. Chin up, eyes sharp, never sparing him a second glance. Ever since that fleeting moment, her name had threaded its way into every conversation like some unspoken secret no one wanted to say aloud.

Geto kicked his feet up. “What’s so special about her, anyway?” he drawled. “She’s kinda weird. Why are you and Sukuna even friends with her?”

Choso froze in the doorway, razor hovering mid-air like he was deciding whether to fight back or just disappear.

Sukuna answered for him with a shrug and a smirk. “We’ve known her forever. Plus, Choso works with her.” His mouth twitched as he added, “She can be kind of a bitch sometimes. But she’s basically part of the family at this point.”

Choso’s ears turned pink.

“And she’s pretty hot too, huh, Choso?” Sukuna teased, leaning back like he’d hit a nerve.

“Fuck you guys,” Choso muttered, face burning as he stomped off toward his room, one hand tugging at the edge of his towel while a few low laughs followed him.

By mid-afternoon, the house was humming with energy. Speakers blasted bass that made the windows vibrate, crates of beer and bottles of liquor stacked up like trophies. People began showing up early. Couples tangled together on the porch, familiar faces calling out as they pushed through the door, and within an hour, the whole place was alive. Music thumped from every room, drinks disappeared like water, and someone was making out or puking in nearly every corner.

Gojo was sprawled on a couch, arms draped casually over two girls leaning into him, one whispering something in his ear, the other laughing as she ran a finger along his wrist. Geto sat close by, a drink in one hand and a girl perched comfortably on the arm of the couch, her hands tangled in his dark hair as they talked.

Choso sat nearby too, one knee bouncing anxiously, eyes sweeping the crowd like he was waiting for something-or someone.

“Man,” Geto drawled, leaning back into the cushions as the girl on his arm shifted closer. “You look like you’re on edge.”

“Maybe he’s waiting for someone,” Gojo teased, lips quirking as one of the girls at his side toyed with a lock of his hair.

“Pff,” Choso muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as his ears went pink.

And then, as someone new caught Geto’s eye across the crowd, Gojo’s gaze flicked toward the door too, subtle enough that most would never catch it.

Geto did.

And sure enough, Y/N was there.

Weaving through the crowd with her friends, one tugging her toward the kitchen as they laughed over the bass. Her hair was curled perfectly, her outfit catching the light like it was meant to draw attention.

Geto noticed the way Gojo went just a bit too still. Even with girls leaning into him on both sides, hands resting idly as his gaze followed her.

“Looks like someone finally showed up,” Geto drawled, gaze sliding to Gojo with an amused glint.

Gojo’s mouth twitched into a faint, unreadable smile, one so subtle most would miss it.

“Mm,” was all he said, eyes lingering on her a moment longer before leaning back into his drink like nothing had changed.

Choso was already on his feet, hands stuffed into his pockets, weaving his way through the crowd toward her like it was the most important thing in the world.

Geto watched him go, then glanced back at Gojo as one of the girls on Gojo’s arm pouted and tugged at his sleeve, clearly looking for his attention.

And across the room, Choso finally caught up to Y/N.

He tapped her on the shoulder and leaned in close, voice warm and a little shy as he greeted her.

“Hey,” Choso said, lips tugged into a small, hopeful smile. “You made it.”

notes and extras :3

What a coincidence it is that they keep talking about y/n

THE WAY I JUST KNOW CHOSO YERNS FOR Y/N UGHHHH

geto definitely is gonna tease gojo about how he reacted

Are we liking the Satoru POV

a/n: EARLY CHAPTER!!! I've been grinding to get these chapters done, and I'm so excited to show them to you. I'm going to best next Thursday, hopefully, or maybe sooner, who knows. ANYWAYS ENJOY :3 <3

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thoughts on episode 18

boy howdy can i just say how nice it is to read this when it's coming out and not when i'm like. at work and actively in meetings lmao

anyways we made it!! the festival of stars is here!! i'm going to cry when i see lyca's little bun i can just feel it. live reading here we go!!

spoilers through ep 18

i'm screaming already everyone pray for my roommate who is asleep

UGH THE CARDS RIGHT WHEN I OPEN THE APP they're all so prettyyyyyy i love them oh it's just towa hi jin

rip bunny girl. i was so ready for a jumpscare there lmao

VAGASTROM CAMEO RIGHT OFF THE BAT hiiii alan. note to self: get the vagastrom kids to help build my ikea furniture. stop wait are you telling me alan just carries around chicken. in his pockets. for the cats. chicken??? just in. his pockets??? BE CAREFUL AROUND DARKWICK GOD ALL THE GHOULS KNOW NOT TO TRUST THEM UGHHHH alan i love you

oh wow i've been so busy rereading chapters i forgot we got diamonds for new ones lmao

BLACK MARKET CAT TREATS god i love this game

oh canceled last year you say? perhaps because of the clash or a murder mayhaps?? looks like they're going with the traditional 7/7 date, that's cool. SKY KING IS REAL?? PROTECTION? oh she's still got two months okay interesting good to know. so potentially two more inter house missions then before they switch it up for the plot.

YES GRILL THAT LITTLE BITCH MC GO GIRL exhausting every avenue my ass.

the vibe hahaha i bet he learned that from rui. PLEASE tell me lyca is going to say "oh, truth!" at some point too. LOVE that subaru is suspicious. get him on my investigation team!! "choose a weaver" bitch who else would towa EVER choose hahaha except haru subaru blushing!!!!

towa is so funny dude

lyca will you please just tell me about my scent :( is it the kyklos be honest

omg zenji hi!! i feel like that meme whenever i see him, he's so fun. god i'm typing too much already i gotta chill. THAT LITTLE PERSON lyca i love you so much. zenji's actually gonna make me cry and we're like five chapters in dude i can't do this

FENYANG okay had to pause the fun music to look that up. apparently it's not a sheep but a river valley region in china lol. earth spirits in game though!!! that live in burial jars, that's super cool. someone remind me to add that to my anomalies list later. towa's little giggle is so cute ugh. such a fantastic group of ghouls for this mission im so excited.

ZENJI YOUTUBE VIDEO LETS GO i love that hes the one who tells us these stories. this is such a fun way to do this. who do you think draws the pictures for him? THREE OUT OF TEN hahaha towa PLEASE

ooo a riddle, that's fun. towa saying another wish is crazy. i wonder how powerful the sky king is? is there a limit to the wishes he can grant? is it a monkey paw thing? oh okay got my answer right away lol. oblivion and immortality....interesting. she could wish for the memory of the kyklos to disappear into oblivion. YES lyca we are on the same page!!! god lyca is so smart THATS MY BOY

NEW TOWA NICKNAME LUPIN making a post RIGHT NOW so i do that tomorrow. i mean lupin obviously latin root lup--wolf. so. anyways! it's actually so funny that zenji can't clap and make sounds hahaha i love that. fun detail. towa and lyca are so funny this is so good. "i'm good at jumping over things" omg the fox is back lyca said its on SIGHT

sho in a track suit????? the sky king is blessing me already HELLOOOOOOO BABY!! he's worried about salmonella ilysm sho

AND RIGHT AFTER IS THE MAN BUN oh god okay okay okay okay okay okay okay i can be normal about this okay okay

everyone looks so good!!! ugh top tier outfit design as usual. hodge and podge!! my favs!!! i love that they fixed her outfit omg. this is so sweet dude. subaru saying "carefully worn" makes me feel like someone's gonna rip theirs lol. my money's on towa. oh i bet the lantern floating is going to look so pretty.

STUFF LMAO HAKU STOP oh my god zenji might accidentally get laid to rest?? hello???

"here chimi take my hand" dude where. your hand is INSIDE your sleeve. love you tho. oh nvm he did that on purpose hahaha. "today, the line between our world and other worlds like the spirit world becomes blurred in hotarubi." FASCINATING. wait students get spirited away?? lmaooo at least they come back weeks later?? this is so funny. no big deal. super chill.

sky king is a smash. i am not taking comments at this time.

towa and lyca not sitting is SO funny i love these dudes. "child of beast," lyca; "shade" subaru??; "miraculous one" towa; "cursed being" mc; HELLO?? SHADE?? unless he was referring to zenji but like. shade? hello? as in a spirit shade or a shady soul or WHAT? i mean i've seen some stories where shades are like, reflections of beings so maybe because of subaru's stigma? oh that's so interesting. super cool that his stigma didn't work on the scroll, love that. can't wait to see what these challenges are!!

HARU HEY BABE omg wait are they rainbow toffee apples??? the gay apples we get to level up?? no way hahaha. omg lyca paying for us ill cry rn. little robot gear dude??? how much you wanna bet gen or mio or whatever made that? clockwork anomaly is adorable and i love them. THEYRE FROM DIONYSIA!!! ITS MIOS LETS GOOOO

does towa not like it because it's mechanical? more points in my nature being theory basket. also instantly pacified by haru complimenting him. love them

oh i bet it's ultio that fucked up the dorm then lmao. no wonder it hasn't gotten fixed.

love that someone's sabotaging this though, that'll make it fun. ramen buddies!! hell YES they're hanging together!! detective reaching shinjo lyca PLEASE subaru using his stigma to find the winning ticket is SENDING ME. romeo is going to kill him hahaha ritsu is so funny dude. too bad he ditched his date for legal matters sorry ren :(

oh cool subaru's controlling his stigma more! love powers that are tied to emotional states. it makes sense then, that basically confirms why jin's is on the fritz. zenji's been so worried this whole episode stop that you're making ME worried.

close up on sho don't mind if i do! lyca is so excited omg look at him. i love this episode everyone is so cute. oh my god the heart attack i just had when i thought sho could see zenji hahaha my jaw DROPPED. sho being so confident we'll be around next year please ill CRY. im so obsessed with him. i keep thinking other ghouls are my favorite but then here he is still being AMAZING. ugh.

magpie building a bridge!! story reference!! wishes on bamboo!! aw towa wants to be a hero :') lyca wishing for nero ughhh. "i would never again make a wish upon something i can't see." uh oh zenji, demonic pact reference? oh elias makes the soda that's funny.

SUNS GONE CONFIRMATION FOR TOWA i love having obvious theories proven. boosts my ego. anyways i hope this place is a spirit road this is sick. is the voice repeating wishes or something? repeating her thoughts???

oh hey alan. HAHA WAIT HE TOLD SHO HE WAS LOST oh my god i love you alan never change. whats the vibe between alan and subaru why is it weird. ALLY?? DISSIDENTS HAHAHA i just choked on my snack. "i'll return the favor" oh i can't wait to see that come back around. bye alan love you. zenji calling him dashing is great, who wouldn't have a crush on alan?

WATERMELON EXORCISMS?

kaito and luca festival date!!! oh my god i am eating GOOD today!! omg luca and jiro being buddies mention, fav rarepair if imma be real. it's up there. THATS WHAT ROMI CALLS HIM oh no lyca is getting the bar boys nicknames for everyone this is so funny. "toadstool here!" kaito i love you dude

i love when they make subaru taller than the gen ed students. he's like 5' nothing in my head. damn lyca you're cool as hell. can we eat the watermelons after we exorcise them. asking for a friend. OH MY GOD WE CAN

is the sky king the cowherd do we need to find his weaver? why is my mans crying :(

SHAMEPLANT??? oh my god towa. power rangers!!! omg this is so funny.

SUBARU SNAPPING LETS GOOOO i just had goosebumps hoooly shit oh my god. dude the music going quiet too was CRAZY. oh my god. ohhh my god. towa's immediately like "yeah you should have said it louder actually. i recommend lightning." oh that mask sequence was so cool i watched it three times ngl

dude the way i just got so sad that the wish isn't getting granted even though i knew it wouldn't happen smh. give us the panel of towa and lyca hugging cowards. oh what was with the creepy music behind zenji at the end there? interesting.

i really feel like this episode could have benefitted from like, two more chapters at least to wrap everything up. still though, good story, and i'm super bummed we never found out why the sky king was crying. what did zenji mean about the original japanese?? literally gonna be scouring people's posts for that, i'll link it here when i find one.

ugh such a cute episode this was all so so so cute. good episode. VAGASTROM NEXT LETS GO BABY!! maybe we'll get some more lore. mc said two more months, so we'll see where in the time frame this next one is!! posts coming tomorrow on towa's nicknames for lyca and subaru and i'm sure i'll do a couple theory posts on the new info once i've slept

the most important part of this episode was lyca's bun thank you and goodnight it's almost 2 am hahaha