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itoshiexx · 1 year ago

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when you call them "husband" - part 2

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband" - part 2

pairings: itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "wife" on rin's part) (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys

notes: I'M ALIVE! i cant believe how long it's been since i had time/energy/creativity to write something, ohmy goddddddd. i'm so sorry for all the time it took to post this, but i wanna ty all so much for all the love on part 1 and all the requests for part 2! hopefully this will meet your expectations ♥ as always, i went a lil' overboard with rin's part. enjoy!

part 1 / masterlist

ITOSHI RIN

rin was not a fan of social media. it was clear with the way his instagram only had 8 pictures despite being years since his career started, and even more so by the fact he had no other social media besides that. if he wasn’t so famous, people would say itoshi rin was a ghost or some artificial intelligence invention.��

it was one of the reasons people were very shocked when he started dating you, an influencer with millions of followers on every platform. rin was a private person, and you… well, you shared your life on the internet for everyone to see. to say you were polar opposites was an understatement.

however, you never forced your boyfriend to appear in any of your socials, only recording things for your own fun and memories and posting only what he allowed. rin was glad for that. he didn’t mind doing dumb things with you to see you smile, as long as the rest of the world couldn’t see how whipped he was for you.

also, you were kind of glad the professional athlete was so unaware of social media, because it meant you could do a lot of tiktok trends without the risk of him already knowing what was coming — which made everything more satisfying.

and the trend you chose that day was especially good.

“hey everyone, it’s y/n here!” you chirped, waving your hands in front of your phone. however, you were actually recording rin, who was at the other side waiting for your sign to appear on the screen.

you continued speaking. “today i have a very special guest, who i’m sure you’re all very familiar with.” you gave the camera a little cheeky wink, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes with all your theatrics. “please welcome itoshi rin, my handsome husband!”

rin gave a step forward to start his way to you, but suddenly, his whole body froze, brows furrowing in what you could only call utmost confusion. silence took over the room for what felt like an eternity, and you had to suppress your laugh seeing the imaginary ‘loading’ wheel on his head.

rin.exe stopped working.

“baby?” you decided to intervene, honestly a little scared of how immobile rin was.

“you— i’m— did you just— did we—”

you could no longer hold your laughter, and rin’s favorite melody echoing through the walls of your shared apartment was probably what snapped him out of his trance. he immediately scowled and crossed his arms, cheeks burning red from his pathetic stutter.

“i am never doing these dumb videos with you again.”

“no, no, i’m sorry!” your giggles kept going, and you approached your pouty boyfriend, squishing his cheeks between your hands. the smooch you gave him was almost enough to make him melt. almost. rin still had some self respect.

he also didn’t want to admit how abnormally fast his stone heart was beating with the mere thought of being referred to as your husband — and, even better, referring to you as his wife.

fuck. that certainly did make him feel lots of things. those stupid butterflies that were born the minute you met were roaming freely in his stomach, soaring with all the love he had harbored just for you.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said again, smiling like you swallowed the sun and all things good in this world. you might as well have. how else could rin explain the way you were his everything? “it was a prank i saw on tiktok.”

he arched his eyebrow, arms uncrossing to put his hands on your waist. “oh? so you don’t want me to be your husband?”

the itoshi was satisfied to see you flushing this time. “i— w-well, you see…”

and then you started rambling, just like you did every time something made you nervous. and rin could only look at you as if nothing else was worth looking at, because really, to him, it wasn’t.

…well, maybe the sight of you walking down the aisle would get the cake. he might have to find out soon.

MICHAEL KAISER

once you started dating bastard munchen’s star, michael kaiser, it was natural to have his world collide with yours. everything from football to blue hair dye to weird sleeping habits became a part of you as well, and you nourished every expanse of your world his presence alone was able to give.

your favorite part, besides learning all of him — his little habits, quirks and love languages that seemed to be crafted solely for you — was definitely immersing yourself in his culture. germany always seemed distant and quite detached from your life, and you loved to learn new things from different perspectives.

food, traditions, language… michael loved teaching you things, giddy and secretly grateful for your excitement. it was his sparkly eyes that prompted you to learn a few things by yourself to surprise him and make him happy.

the tiktok trend was just a nice coincidence.

you phone was hidden on the kitchen balcony, camera recording and waiting for the moment your boyfriend would arrive in your shared apartment. luckily, kaiser was very punctual, and you didn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling, i’m home!” you heard him scream from the front door, and you giggled to yourself, pretending to be busy chopping vegetables for dinner.

you waited for his footsteps to near where you were, and, as soon as you felt he entered the camera frame, you answered:

“welcome home, ehemann!”

you didn’t have to turn around to see the way kaiser completely froze; arms stopping just before reaching your waist as if your figure was an illusion created by his tired mind. you fought hard to suppress your grin.

“what… did you say…?” his voice was low and uncertain, but there was no annoyance in it; just pure confusion.

turning your head around to finally look at him, you were pleased to find your mikka with rosy cheeks and a bashful expression, so extremely unusual for a guy like him you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter on your chest.

you gave him your best innocent look. “huh? isn’t that how you say boyfriend?”

“i-it’s husband, liebe. you called me husband,” his tone was still incredulous, and this time, you couldn’t keep your smile off your face.

“oh, did i?”

your countenance seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, and michael’s eyebrows shot up, scoffing slightly — albeit still endearingly. his arms circled your waist and he pressed a kiss on the side of your neck.

“how mean of you, baby. playing with my heart like that.” he trailed more kisses on your neck and jaw, making you squirm. “you tryin’ to kill me or something?”

you giggled again, both from the ticklish kisses he was giving you and the huge amount of love you had harbored just for him. “of course not, baby. i need you alive to make you my husband,” you jested.

“oh, yeah? you wanna make me your husband?”

“yes.” you shifted, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. kaiser hugged you a little tighter, feeling something fuzzy inside his chest. “is that a problem?”

“never,” he answered immediately. because it was true.

boyfriend, fiancé, partner, husband… michael didn’t mind what title would be bestowed to him — as long as he could keep being yours.

MIKAGE REO

being the heir of one of the biggest corporations of the country and a professional football player made your boyfriend’s schedule pretty busy. therefore, thursdays like these, where you and him could have a nice walk around the park under the warm sunlight, hand in hand, were extremely rare — hence why they were so appreciated.

reo knew how much his frenetic agenda was a hard toll on your relationship, affecting both of you with distance, longing and short periods of time together. and, well, everyone knew how much of a goner he was for you, so it wasn’t surprising to see him give in whatever spare time he had in his hands — even going as far as making such time exist if there wasn’t any — to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

how could he deny your pretty little eyes pleading to have a stroll in the park with him ‘just for a few minutes?’

god, you were so selfless. he wanted to give you all of his minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. and for all that’s worth, reo would never deny you of such a thing — he’d rather shoot himself than make you think you weren’t loved with every fiber of his being.

the weather was nice; a gentle breeze kissing both of your faces and making everything more pleasant. you were both chatting and appreciating the calm environment when you spotted an old lady a few feet ahead, selling different colored roses for the passersby. a smile was etched onto your lips, and you impulsively let go of reo’s hand to run towards her.

“why hello, dear. would you like to buy a rose?”

your boyfriend watched you beam to the lady and slowly approached you, though still keeping his distance and trying hard not to intervene and buy all the roses for you.

“yes, please! a red one would be perfect.”

“oh, who will you give it to?” asked the woman, already taking one flower from the bunch to hand it to you.

your smile became slightly more bashful, “it’s for my husband!”

and fuck, if reo wasn’t already completely in love with you and thoroughly believed you were his soulmate until then, he certainly would after that very moment. he could feel his cheeks burning and his tongue rolling inside his mouth with how speechless he became. his heart soared with your words, excitement coursing through his veins with a love so overwhelming he nearly fell on his knees right there.

heavens, he loved you so fucking much. and you made him realize it was about time he proved it to you (once again).

his hands easily found his phone in his pocket, and a quick call to the jewelry store was made while you busied yourself with paying for the flower. reo couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick fool, but he didn’t mind.

“hey, mr. fuji, it’s mikage! you know, i think it’s time for that visit i mentioned a while ago…”

he might not fall to his knees right there, but he would drop at one knee very soon.

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just-null · 4 months ago

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pet..... pet au....? you have.... a pet au for the clones....?

PLEASEEEE SHARE SOME THOUGHTS AB IT😭😭😭😭❤️ I was reading a pet au Hantengu fic way back when and the person never got past chapter 3 and it's been rotting my mind. I love love love pet aus when the dynamics are just right and not weirdly predatory with the pet characters and I love your little ideas for stuff🤗🤗 Share if you feel like it, I'll be eagerly awaiting.

(Also please don't exclude Zoha in this endeavor I love that little man)

The Hantengus!! A lot of cat boys..

Context behind a lot of the language in my pet au!

[Cw! Angst(?), referenced sedation, obsessed catboys.. yandere behavior]

Upon meeting them, they're veryyy excited and sweet on you, to the point where they seem TOO familiar. As if meeting a long distant lover.. With their overly friendly greetings, all the warnings and caution from staff seem like an exaggeration, if not a complete lie.

Records show that they're not even related despite sharing eerily similar features, and having only met not too long ago. You'd never guess by how they're so perfectly coordinated. Using said coordination, they simultaneously surround you.

Constant brushes, crowding, wanting your hands on them so bad, they take whatever you're holding. It's not uncommon that they begin purring just because you're around. They quickly flip from being sweet to eager entitled of your time if allowed.

To say they're overwhelming is an understatement, but the staff practically beg you to help with the bunch.

The boys aren't complaining! They're extremely pushy and insist on staying at your place instead of the hybrid shelter, maybe a few times a week? Please!? Regardless, if you say no, you might find them in your home—and a patched up broken window—when you've been gone a while.

Ah— if you hear knocking at your door, just don't tell anyone that they're here, yeah..? Y'know what? How about you just forget about answering it at all!

Sekido is tolerant when you're around. All the fire left his body, leaving small smoldering embers. His flare ups are only a real issue if there's someone unfamiliar around or giving you a hard time. Otherwise, he's pretty content with lazing about or helping with any work you have. He likes being of use to you. He gets irritated, stressed, when you lift a finger, a habit you can tell he's used to, and swats at you for any bad habits you have. Though that goes out the window if your hand's on him. It's a wonder if he's more of a dog than a cat until he starts scratching. He's just really tired.. Karaku is mischievous but doesn't cause trouble. At least, not like he used to, not as long as he has his daily dose of you. It's like he did a complete switch, the staff say, smiling randomly and rambling in an airy tone about how this is heaven on earth! How could anyone feel down around you? It must be those charms of yours. Staying indoors is okay, but he constantly nudges you to go out with him, or entirely dragging you out. Show him around places you like to frequent so you two can experience it together, maybe have some souvenirs? Wouldn't that be fun? On the days you decline, you can find him staring at the little trinkets from past dates with fondness. Urogi always has so much he wants to tell you. He can honestly talk and pace for days without stopping if it'll keep your attention. If it doesn't, he WILL cry. His mind is faster than his mouth, and stories end up garbled and hard to follow.. Sometimes, they aren't about this life, and when referring to you, it's like he's remembering a version of you.. It always ends the same. His expression gets bleak then snaps back to blissful. A content smile replacing the strained one he wore prior as he embraces you, taking a moment to feel your weight against his. Aizetsu sits in corners and watches you through cracks in the door. You can find him somewhere in your room or general area.. looking at you.. his pupils so dilated that you barely see the blue ring at the edge. He can stand still for hours until you get up or reach for something. He's already got it for you. He's combative with Sekido for that service role. Unlike his "brother," Aizetsu's movements are measured, rushed. Like something will be taken away if he doesn't act fast, so he one ups everyone and reads you before you even ask for something. Zohakuten is annoying but doesn't try to give you a hard time. He's the most demanding, always extending his arms for you to come over and hug him. At first, you can feel the tension he holds all over his body, digging his claws into your side, then like goo, he melts. It's a double edged sword since letting go makes him twice as irritated as before. He'll brat occasionally, pushing something off a counter or banging on the windows, yelling at the stranger on the other side to get lost. No one is the victim of this more than the other four. Whereas Zohakuten would start a fight with anyone else, he just annoys the other four.

The weariness hangs heavier in their eyes than the usual hybrids, but they dont like talking about it in detail. As you could guess, prior to this overwhelming clinginess, there were rivers of agonizing desperation.

———

In this life, the boys didn't have the liberty to grow up together like usual. They were born of different parents scattered throughout the region. This wasn't the first time it happened, but they hated when it did, especially Hantengu.

Each second Hantengu's away from his boys is agony. He spent so long waiting for them to be reborn just so that they're so far away!? All he can think of are the possible ways he might die and restart the damn cycle without even having the chance to see you. He's been alive for a while now, but he's too terrified to go far on his own, so he's barely made any progress!

What if something happens and he doesn't even get to meet you? now THAT would be a fate worse than the cycle.. His caretakers are stumped on what to do with him. Any attempt at calming him down were met with opposition.

The boys are as you expect. They kept acting out in hostility and showed no sign of calming down the longer they're apart. Being moved from shelter to shelter didn't help, neither did getting handled like feral animals even if, in a way, they were.

Only the thought of you kept them going, so did the knowledge that if they found you, there's a high chance they'd find each other. You always seemed to fix everything just by being there, didn't you? So they kept hopping from shelter to shelter, some familiar, some new.

Hantengu was the first to end up in the hybrid shelter near you, then the others trickled in. It would've been decades since they've last seen each other, and based on how they're fairing, no one had it easy.

Sekido was a stray trying to stay out of shelters altogether. He did his best to keep his features hidden, both gathering info about you and the others. He made good progress, pretending to be a potential housing candidate, but he'd always get hostile with people eventually, exposing himself and having the authorities called to force him into a shelter. Each time, it felt like prison because of all the restrictions and drugs.. Like hell if this was gonna stop him. Once his limbs stop feeling like jelly, he's going to find a way out of this damn place!! Again!! In his wait, at least he can pass the time by thinking about his favorite memories of you. Karaku was mostly alright, but transferred often because his very presence made the behaviors of those around him worse. He always used the "I didn't throw the first punch" excuse, but never mentioned his constant goading and spreading seeds of doubt about forgiveness that led to agitation amongst his peers. Not only towards other hybrids but staff as well. Call it sadism or nihilism, but Karaku's favorite pass time was making everyone believe that these rehabilitation shelters were nothing but a waste. The dull, empty eyes staring back at them proved it. In reality, Karaku took pleasure in the fragility of other hybrids. It took the edge off of his own anguish. Urogi always talked about you no matter where he ended up, usually causing a wave of eye rolls. But there's always that one hybrid who doesn't know how to keep their thoughts to themselves. Thus starting Urogi's rampage, watching the red streaks of other hybrids drip down their wounds, spitting at them for daring to talk bad about you. Then came the forced transfers. He loved it, honestly. His mind floated, feeling like he was a bird again, flying to you.. then the plummet when the drugs wore off that he didn't enjoy as much. With a renewed sense of determination and a strong longing for his wings, he began yapping again. Aizetsu, like Sekido, hid his features, calm enough to stay hidden. He kept to himself, mindlessly walking anywhere and everywhere with the tiniest grain of hope that he might find you there. No terrain, weather, or event would stop him from trudging through miles of land, following his intuition to where he thinks you could be. He'd be so focused on you that he'd go days without water or food, feet covered in blisters from the endless dragging across the ground before everything went dark. Waking up in a shelter always reminded him how disappointing his body was for collapsing on him. Hm.. he'll stay and recover for now, once he feels ready, he'll take some food and go again. Zohakuten raised hell, frequently ending up in confined spaces. Because he was young, he had more restrictions to ensure his safety. That only made escaping a huge hassle.. He hated being treated like a foolish boy when he's been through horrors worse than adult scissors! The confinement and restrictions ended up being for everyone else's safety after staff realized how common Zohakuten destroyed and mangled anyone in his vicinity. A familiar prick on his skin came after his small bruised hands demolished the common area, then the heaviness of his limbs settled in. Loud thumps came from the deepest part of the shelter as he banged on the walls to be released once the drugs wore off.

Their status as "lost souls" is no secret when they began tormenting anyone who tried to house them and the employees. It seems they've met the other lost and guiding souls in the shelter before with how they interact. For better and worse, at least the guiding souls temper their mischief.

They try forming a plan on how to find you next if this shelter doesn't show any results. It'd be faster to get transferred now that they're grouped up. And like the heavens opened up, they quickly realized that won't be necessary anymore once they catch a glimpse of the light they yearned for these three recent lifetimes, you. It's you.. You!

Any and all complaints are cut short when they make a habit out of gathering near the front glass of the shelter, waiting for you to walk in or pass by. Their demeanor shift is so sudden the caretakers worry they might've accidentally dropped some pills into their food. It's not like that, unless your presence counts as a drug!

#null rot #null gospel #cloaked cult member #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #hantengu x reader #yandere hantengu #hantengu #hantengu clones #sekido #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #Zohakuten #null kny pet au #NODDDSSS #ARE WE THE SAME PERSON CAUSE I MIGHT KNOW WHAT FIC YOURE TALKING ABOUT #Ive seen a popular pet au from another creator and PERSONALLY i LOVE IT. SHES SO POWERFUL I'm not strong enough to go that far w angst yET #but brooooo i INJECT THAT SHIT INTO MY VEINS!!!! WHEN SHE WROTE ABOUT THE CLONES!!!!!! AAAAA TYSM MY GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!#If I'd known the au would evolve like this. I'd put more thought into what they'd be...#my boys.. baby baby.... honestly i can see this au being the one where sekido smiles....... THATS how happy they all are to see you #THEYRE JUST LITTLE GUYS. YOUR HONOR..... LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!! OUGHGHGHGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#BEHIND EVERY BRAT IS JUST A LITTLE GUY!!!!!!!#that second drawing btw is what they look like when you kick them out of your room. they wait outside like that if not beggin to be let in

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mona-risms · 5 days ago

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Rumi x Reader where Reader is a cursed deity that helps the hunters generations (through financially or become a manager once etc.) and finally meets Rumi after the defeat of the demon king. and Mira and Zoey are chaotic match makers

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x cursed diety!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: N/A

◆ NOTES: I LOVE RUMI SO BAD but also it's half 2 rn why did I stay awake to finish this bro........never letting anyone tell me I give up halfway in anything

Man. You musta done something to get cursed to be a manager for eternity 😭 joke but not actually joke. I can't replace Bobby man.......therefore INTRODUCING 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 the A&R Manager role!!!!! This'll be one of the Only times my music diploma will Ever come in handy

For reference before getting into it (bare w me please let me ramble even though this'll never be mentioned about again), an A&R Manager kinda oversees a LOT of things. While a unit/artist manager like Bobby is mostly responsible for one/a few units at a time, an A&R manager's responsible for a HUGE range of things like scouting/signing/developing new talent, being a liaison for the artist and the label, overseeing the recording process, to even being aware of different trends and demographics so that they keep the popularity up with the label and its artists

Much as it is a role for them to be personally involved in basically everything, the fact that there's a lot to do most definitely makes it hard to really do so, which will explain why they wouldn't have really met each other this entire time until the defeat of the Gwi-Ma. Bc honestly let's be real there's no way HUNTR/X is the only unit in their label, just the most famous one........and the one trained to handle demon slaying lol

ANYWAY ONTO THE ACTUAL. THING

When Celine first came up to you about what the next generation of Hunters should be, you weren't necessarily surprised about her proposal that fully leaned into the flashfire that was K-Pop in the modern age. Once upon a time, it would've been more traditional forms of musical entertainment, but there's a reason why you were tasked to oversee 'trends' and such for the next generation to create the Golden Honmoon with.. and take on the world by storm, you supposed.

So seeing them for the first time?

..Yeah, this was definitely going to match up with the algorithm.

"Girls," you hear Celine introduce you as you bowed respectfully, "meet the A&R manager for DH Entertainment, several years your senior."

(An understatement, of course.)

Either way, you follow it up with a simple introduction at the same time as the trio bowed in reciprocation, "[L/N] [Y/N], a pleasure to meet the three of you. Former trainees now, yes?"

The one who piped up first was not only the shortest one, but was most likely the loudest one out of the three, "Yes!! We've been working so hard for this, so it feels like such a dream--"

"Right," you cut her off, though not unkindly, "though do remember that you're not just debuting as idols—you're debuting as Hunters, first and foremost. ..Though I doubt you three can debut without any names..?"

"Oh, oh!" The loud one piped up again with an endearingly playful energy, "So I'm Zoey, and the grumpy-looking one's Mira--"

"Really, Zoey--"

"Shh, it's okay, this is just, like, first-hand practice for when we have to MC on stage and--"

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. "Thank you, Zoey. I.. assume you're the leader, then?"

"If I may," Celine interjects, a slight humorous look on her face from watching the entire exchange, "you assume incorrectly."

"Really? Then who..?"

You see Mira nudge her head to the same person that Zoe ends up glomping from behind, "This one! Her name's--"

"Rumi."

The purple-haired woman spoke—or rather, breathed out—her own name, though she doesn't seem all there, if her expression was any indication. Her brown eyes were wide, as if she was witnessing, beholding, some sort of majesty (which, really, wasn't that much far off, though it's not as if it mattered anymore after so long). She stood stock still, as if suddenly unsure of how to act.

And it seems like the other unit members noticed too.

"..Rumi? You okay?" Mira nudged Rumi's side, "you're acting weird all of a sudden—what happened to your freakish proactivity?"

That seemed to snap Rumi out of whatever reverie she was in, scrambling to form a response, "OH! Shoot, uh, sorry! For staring, I mean, I just--

"Hmm? What's this?"

"Shut up, Zoey, let them talk."

"Don't worry about it," you waved it off with a kind smile and ignored the other two and their whispering. "So you're the unlucky leader?"

Rumi lets out a small snort of laughter before nodding, forgetting her initial awkwardness, "Yeah. Though I'd feel bad if I left them to anyone else."

"Hey!"

"Ha. Good luck with that—I've only had the pleasure of exposure for a few minutes, yet I can already tell they'll be a handful. And so will you."

"Wha-- what's that supposed to mean?"

You simply give her a smile as you stepped back, hands raised in a surrendering position, "It means I can tell that the three of you are going to give me a very hard time, just like the other generations before you."

Now it was Celine's turn to sound offended, though in no part did it seem genuine, "May I remind you who was on field again?"

"Was, dear." It was probably a hypocritical push-back, considering how you haven't been on field at all since being cursed, but alas, life wasn't fair.

So you quickly follow it up by patting away imaginary lint off your clothes before taking out your phone, "Now, as much as I'd like to carry this on, I've got enough work to break a mortal's back." And you pat Rumi's shoulder, which her cheeks tint the slightest pink in response, "Good luck, HUNTR/X. I'll be seeing you around."

And you let your hand slide down and drop to your side as you walked off, though you can't help but catch snippets of remaining conversation:

"You've got the hots for the manager. No way."

"I do not!"

"You froze, Rumi. I have never seen you freeze in front of someone new before."

"Cut it out!"

Idk I felt like I had to write out their FIRST introduction, bc honestly I can't see them NOT meeting you if you're in a high-up role, considering their importance

This DOES set things up though, bc they know they exist. But let's be honest it's probably VERY rarely that you two would ever happen upon each other, and even then it's probably in passing, for a few seconds type shit

You might be cursed to roam the Earth instead of actually be the deity of whatever it is you were supposed to hold domain over, but again. You're STILL a deity. So maybe after sensing that something is ABSOLUTELY WRONG, you manage to find where everyone's gathered, where the Saja Boys were performing, where Gwi-Ma had waited to devour all these souls before Rumi showed up, her half-demon heritage VERY out in the open now. Perhaps you even help them fend the demons off, either by boosting the power these souls had or outright using whatever power you had

I think after Gwi-Ma's banished, ever since you've been cursed, you've been in charge of cleanup. Erasing enough memories and proof to make the entire event seem like a Mandela Effect (you loathe how technology advances every minute bc there's THAT fucking issue too), structure reparation, everything. And THIS would be when you and HUNTR/X start interacting more

You'd probably most likely already know about Rumi's half-demon thing; you kinda had to be told by Celine ages ago for the sake of any possible damage control if, say, someome who shouldn't be able to see the markings see it. So when she asks you why you don't look shocked at all, it's because you're not. You've known what she is the entire time, and you don't really gaf. You're a cursed deity, why tf would you?

After the adrenaline wears off, she'd be back to oscillating between being SLIGHTLY awkward—because Jesus CHRIST she thought you were absolutely gorgeous then and she STILL thinks you're gorgeous now—and genuinely enjoying your presence, especially now that she doesn't really have to hide anymore (no thanks to Celine lmfao). Plus I think her newfound freedom opens up the actual excitement of learning about another supernatural entity that ISN'T a demon

Naturally, Zoey and Mira add 2+2 together and decide to meddle. Because honestly beyond the two of them, they know for a FACT that Rumi deserves happiness and acceptance from someone she genuinely likes. And considering you're there.......looking at her with those eyes............likeeeeee 😜😜😜😜 it's just basic girl math!!!!!

So it starts with them pushing Rumi towards you EVERY chance they get. You need to find new talent? Let Rumi help!!! You're going through recording? Oh suddenly the both of them have a cold oh noooooo Rumi will have to go on her own to record her own parts!! You're filling in paperwork? Oh em gee I wonder why we walked all the way here oh I think we left the oven on okay byeeee

It gets less subtle for them lol. They start asking Rumi how she feeeeeeels in so many different ways ("So is age and experience a thing for you?" "Wh--" "Just asking~! Jinu was like a few hundred, and [Y/N]'s been watching over several Hunter generations, so-- mmf!" "Eat your fries or so help me--"), and they even blatantly go up to ask you about preferences and stuff, even going so far as to just flat-out describe Rumi herself ("Purple hair and glowing demon marks; a turn-on or a turn-off?" "..Why?" "Just answer the question.")

Does it get you all closer? Yes. Does it also get you and Rumi closer? Yes, actually, but not just because of their wingmanning—both of you bond over the sheer exasperation at the VERY obvious attempts of playing matchmaker

The two of you probably eventually give in when you get individual messages from the other person about asking to meet at some secluded spot where you can see the stars really clearly without obstruction. How do you two give in, you ask? By just honestly going for it when the two of you realise that no, neither of you texted each other about meeting here and yes, this was absolutely planned by Zoey and Mira. You sit there on the picnic blanket that was mysteriously set up and kitted out with a vintage lantern from a some local goth shop and a basket of food, and the two of you talk personally: about your days; about how Rumi was handling being a demon out in the 'open' (aka humans can't really see it but supernaturals and Hunters can); about how and why you're cursed; about anything and everything

I don't think the two of you would kiss here, not on the lips anyway maybe the cheek ir the knuckle at MOST but otherwise nah. But it's the opening of something more, and when the two of you just lean on each other as you watch the stars, you can just hear a very faint shriek that sounds SUSPICIOUSLY like Zoey. But rn that's not your concern go back to your date 🙏

#mona's main course...#rumi x reader #kdh rumi x reader #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop demon hunters imagines #kdh x reader #kdh imagines #huntrix x reader #huntrix imagines #huntr/x x reader #huntr/x imagines

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midnightloversmusic · 1 month ago

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HELLOOO first request kinda nervous✌️😋

Can I hav3 poly! Wolfstar where you wanna get a tattoo Mostly fluff some dirty jokes....?

Hiii thanks for the request!!! Just a warning I have never gotten a tattoo so idk how accurate this is, sorry if anythings off! enjoyyyyy

Edit: omg I’m so blind I just re-read the request and realized you wanted poly wolfstar and I wrote for poly marauders my bad I’m so sorry😭😭

Cw: talk of needles/getting a tattoo. Reader referred to as “girl”, reader talks about having previous tattoos

Poly!marauders x fem!reader 640 Words

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James’s hand was squeezing yours. You think It was more for his comfort than your own.

His arm was outstretched behind him to reach you, and he was facing a wall while squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Saying he was squeamish with needles would be an extreme understatement.

Remus stands next to him, rubbing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You’re doing great, James.”

He just whimpers in return.

Your heart twists a little at the thought of James being here to comfort you, even though the thought of needles or getting tattoos pains him, or as he once told you, makes him nauseous.

He was appalled at your previous suggestion that he stayed home.

“I’m not staying home while they stab my girl hundreds of times with a needle! I’m grown, I can handle it. I want to be there for you.”

His tangent had convinced you then, but you feel horrible now.

Though, the feeling might be slightly related to the needles pricking your skin.

You hear Sirius snicker quietly from his spot kneeling beside you.

He whispers into your ear,

“Remus has to tell James he's doing great like he’s getting the bloody tattoo, eh?”

One look at Sirius’s face, scrunched up in an odd way that you know indicates he's holding back a boisterous laugh, makes you have to work hard to hold back your own.

“Don’t make fun of him! He’s obviously suffering.”

Sirius has to cover his mouth to stifle the giggles that come over him.

Remus glares at him.

You were fine. Honestly. You have gotten tattoos before, it wasn't that big of a deal. Obviously it wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it wasn’t a horrible one either. The end products have (so far) all been worth it.

Sirius is no stranger to tattoos; most of his body was covered in intricate patterns and designs, some of which he had even done himself.

Out of all of your boyfriends, Sirius was the most helpful when it came to this.

Remus has a few tattoos, but he got them done a while ago. And although he’d never admit it, he used numbing cream.

He wasn’t completely useless though. When the artist left the room he made a particular comment about kissing it better after the tattoo healed. Which resulted in you flushing and stumbling over your words when the Artist came back in to ask you questions about what you wanted done.

You definitely didn't get points for subtlety because the artist noted the blush on your face and the slight smirk on Remus’ and continued to throw curious glances between you and your boyfriends for the rest of the session.

James, bless his oh too big heart, is still squeezing your hand as the artist finishes up.

When he says he's done and hands you a mirror to check it out, James lets out a relieved sigh

“Oh thank god,” He lets out in a quick breath,

“Anymore of that and I would have been heaving on the floor, lovie.”

The artist makes a judgmental expression, and Sirius rolls his eyes but gets up to give James a slap on the back and congratulate him for not throwing up.

Remus makes his way over to you, handing off James to be Sirius’s problem.

You are looking in the mirror with awe. Your tattoo came out perfect, just what you wanted.

Remus grabs your waste and positions you so he can get a look.

“Wow Dove, looks amazing.”

You hear a wolf whistle come from over his shoulder,

“Smokin’ hot, love” Sirius says

James, still not wanting to look, goes

“I’m sure it looks amazing, honey. I'm happy that you’re happy with it.”

You giggle and thank them, slightly bashful from their compliments.

After a few weeks, Remus acts on his previous promise with James and Sirius hot on his tail.

#marauders x reader #james fleamont potter #remus lupin #james potter x you #james potter x reader #marauders #james potter #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x you

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wolvisms · 3 months ago

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BLOOM ─── PETER PARKER

summary: peter visits your flower shop, and needs some help picking out the perfect bouquet. you later find out who he’s delivering them to.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x florist!reader

warnings: sight angst, crying, casual hand-holding, talk about death and grief, very very brief harry potter references (not relevant to the plot whatsoever so dw), a lot of very well-deserved cutesy adorable fluff !!!!!

word count: 3.2k

note: this is one of my favourite things i’ve ever written. hope u like it & please let me know if u do! <3

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Your family’s flower shop is honestly one of your favourite places to be. Work is never a bore; you usually have customers constantly coming in and out of the store, and meeting new people never fails to put a smile on your face.

Even on days where it’s empty, you so graciously take laps around the shop, purely because it makes you happy. Seeing the hundreds of different types of flowers, mentally ticking off every single colour of the rainbow as you speed-walk through the store has become one of your most favoured pastimes.

That’s exactly what you’re doing today. Though, admittedly, you aren’t feeling very enthusiastic for any customers to walk through the front door. You’re exhausted, and the only reason you’re frantically taking laps around the shop is that you’re desperate to stay awake. Eyelids incredibly heavy, you’re certain that you’ll fall asleep if you stop moving at any given time.

So, when you hear the bell at the front door chime whilst on your fifth lap, saying you’re a little annoyed would be an understatement.

“Hello?”

You groan lightly, before immediately plastering a fake smile onto your face and emerging speedily from the corner of the shop.

As your eyes fall upon a relatively tall, brunette guy who looks around your age, your smile widens. “Hey, how can I help?”

He sends you a soft smile in return, glancing around the shop quickly. “I wanted to buy a bouquet, but I might need help choosing, since there seems to be... a lot.”

You snort out a laugh, your side leaning against the counter. “A big selection, I know,” you hum, absentmindedly fiddling with a loose string hanging from your apron. “No worries, I can help you.”

“Great! Thank you—” his eyes narrow, head bending down slightly to read the name on your badge, “—Y/N.”

You stand upright, a now-legitimate grin forming on your face. “You’re welcome...” your voice trails off, silently urging him to tell you his name.

“Oh,” he clears his throat, “Peter.”

Brow perked up in amusement, your arms cross over your chest, weight shifting onto your left leg. “Peter? Like, um... like Peter Pettigrew?”

His face scrunches up a little. “Ha-ha,” he feigns a laugh, earning a proud smirk from you. “Yeah, I guess so. But nobody’s ever called me Peter Pettigrew before.”

A hint of amusement crosses your face, before you whirl on your heel to walk further into the shop. “Well, it’s an honour to be the first one to do so. Now, would you like to create your own bouquet, or choose from the ones we’ve already assembled?”

Peter follows you unwittingly, his eyes flickering around the store as he tries to keep up. “I think the bouquets here are beautiful.”

You hum in agreement. “So, you’d like to pick one?”

“Yeah.”

You stop in your tracks at what you believe is the best aisle, in which there’s the widest variety of bouquets in the shop.

“Alright then, Peter Pettigrew, what kinda flowers are you looking for?” You gesture towards the assortment of flowers displayed in front of you both.

Peter does a double-take in your direction, shaking his head at your Harry Potter references, but he lets out a genuine chuckle fall from his lips nonetheless. “Uh, I don’t really know. That’s kinda what I need help with.”

“Right.” You place your hands on your hips, eyes narrowing in thought for a moment. “Okay, I’m gonna need some details to figure out what they’d like. Who’s the lucky lady?”

Peter seems a little shocked by your question. “Oh, uh... not really a lucky lady—”

“Oh, my apologies. Lucky man?”

“No, no, it’s no one like that,” Peter mumbles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s for a... family member.”

With a reluctant nod of the head, your lips purse together. “Got it. What’s their favourite colour?”

“Uh...” he hesitates, his desperate, brown eyes meeting yours again.

Your eyes widen, urging him to answer the question. “Well?”

“I–I don��t remember.” He gapes at his own words, mentally scolding himself for forgetting such a detail.

“Oh, come on, Peter.” You flail your arms jokingly, but your face immediately falls when you notice the frown upon his face. He’s genuinely upset, and you can’t help but feel guilty for making him feel that way. You swallow thickly, before feigning a cheerful voice, “You know what? That’s not even important.”

“It is—”

“It’s not,” you say firmly, holding out your hand. His eyes flicker between your hand and your face, and you send him a comforting smile. “We’ll figure something out.”

Peter sighs gently, returning the smile before contently slipping his hand into yours.

You haul him around the store, and Peter follows behind you like a puppy on a leash. When you stop at the rose section, you glance at him with your eyebrows raised in question, silently asking if he liked them.

To your dismay, Peter shakes his head. “Too red,” he murmurs. Humming in agreement, you point at the bouquet of white roses that are sat just above the red ones, but once again, he shakes his head. “Too white.”

You roll your eyes, catching onto what he’s hinting at. “No roses, then?”

Peter shakes his head once more, a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “No roses,” he confirms.

You resume tugging him by the arm until you arrive at the next section of the store: the tulips section. “You like these?” you suggest.

Peter’s eyes narrow in thought, pouting slightly. “Maybe. I think I should look around the rest of the shop before making my decision, though.”

“Good idea.”

So, the pair of you pace the shop hand-in-hand, searching high and low for the perfect bouquet. Granted, Peter is rather difficult to satisfy; it seems like he doesn’t like any of the flowers at all.

Just as you approach the end of your second lap around the shop, you sigh in exasperation, practically dragging him at this point. “Peter, we’ve gone around the whole store twice now. There must be at least something that you like—”

“Wait!” He tugs at your hand from behind, causing you to yelp as you stagger backwards a few steps and fall onto him. He instinctively releases your hand, his own hands shooting forward to catch you, grabbing your waist to hold you upright. “Oh, my God, a–are you okay?” he asks, worry lacing his tone as he scans your body up and down quickly.

Heat creeps onto your cheeks, feeling his intense gaze lingering on you. “I’m fine. Don’t do that again!”

“Sorry,” he says with a small grin.

You laugh a little in disbelief, shaking your head gently. “It’s okay. Why’d you stop me?”

His head jerks in the direction of an incredibly colourful bouquet of flowers in front of you. “I like those,” he announces. “Nice variety of flowers and the colours are pretty.”

You reach forward to grab it. “Good choice,” you muse, but as your eyes trail the shop shortly after, you notice something. “Peter...”

“Yeah?”

“We’re back where we started!” You scowl at him, shoving him in his side jokingly and causing him to stumble the tiniest amount, but he’s laughing in amusement all the same. “Couldn’t you decide that you liked this one before we went around the entire store?”

“Oh, would you look at that? You’re right!” A cheeky smirk is across Peter’s face, as he takes the flowers from your grasp, his fingers brushing against yours in doing so. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh playfully. Closing the gap between you both, you take a couple of steps closer and reach out, fiddling with and adjusting the flowers he’s holding. When you glance up at his face, you notice that he’s already watching you intently. Not in a weird way at all, but in a way that makes you feel relaxed under his gaze. “You made my prolonged shift go by a little faster.”

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There’s something rather sinister about the cemetery that you pass every time you walk home from the flower shop. It’s always completely dark and deserted, like there’s a bleak, gloomy cloud constantly hovering over it, causing everyone to avoid it at all costs — or at least just look away. The mere sight of it is disturbing enough to make your spine tingle.

But today is different. As you walk past the dreaded cemetery, you spot a batch of elegant, colourful flowers laying on the ground, next to the familiar silhouette of a man sitting near a gravestone, isolated from everyone and everything else.

Peter.

Almost immediately, your heart shatters into pieces, realising that he bought flowers earlier to lay on someone’s grave.

You speed-walk over to him, and he turns around when he hears your footsteps, his emotion-filled eyes widening in shock.

“Y/N?”

“Peter,” you greet with a singular nod of the head. He gapes at you slightly, struggling to find the words to express his disbelief of seeing you there, but you ignore it, collapsing onto the ground and sitting cross-legged next to him. “Are you okay?”

“Y–Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine,” he mumbles, his gaze averting back to the gravestone in front of you both. The bouquet that you had perfectly curated just this morning is laying right beside it, almost as if Peter’s trying to use the flowers to bring the soulless rock to life.

Eyes flickering over the gravestone, you read the name written on it in your head.

Mary Parker.

A silence lapses around you and Peter for a while, both of you waiting for the other one to start a conversation. He’s playing with his fingers awkwardly.

Desperate to rid yourselves of the uncomfortable silence, you swallow thickly. “Are you okay?” you ask again, your mind seemingly unable to form any other words or sentences to say.

A humoured puff releases from Peter’s nose when it clicks in his head that you’ve asked the same question again. His eyes heave from the gravestone to your face, to which you return the stare. “Yeah, I’m okay, Y/N,” he assures you with a soft smile.

You sigh, pursing your lips. “You don’t have to lie to me, Peter.”

His eyebrows raise. He seems to be startled by your accusatory tone. “W–What?”

“You’re not okay. And that’s okay.”

Peter’s hand raises to his chin, scratching it gently. He huffs as his eyes fall shut, and in this moment, he looks peaceful. No emotion — not happy, nor sad — just at peace.

“She was my mother,” he begins, his voice low, and eyes remaining shut as he speaks.

Your lips cease movement for a moment, pain clawing into your heart. He’s only said four words, but those words cut you deep. Licking your dry lips, you swallow thickly. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to,” he reassures, his eyelids fluttering open to look at you once again. Your own head turns to meet his painful stare and you notice his eyes glistening elegantly. Whether it’s the moonlight’s reflection, or his eyes glossing over with tears, you can’t tell. “I never really talk about her. I don’t know why. I should — she was an incredible person and the best mom I could’ve ever asked for.”

You nod at him comfortingly, offering him a weak smile. “I’m sure she was.”

He cracks a small smile in return, his body relaxing as he immediately feels content in your presence. Releasing a shaky breath, he continues, “She passed away when I was younger. Today’s her death anniversary.”

His voice is wavering with so much emotion. He’s crying. And you can’t help but feel for him; his words churn the upset that’s already rushing through your body, and your eyes begin to brim with tears. “Peter, I— I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Oh, my God! Don’t cry, Y/N!” he laughs, using his thumb and forefinger to gently dab at the corners of his eyes.

You release a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. “Sorry,” you breathe with a small sniffle, pulling the sleeve of your sweatshirt to wipe the few tears that leaked from your own eyes.

Peter sighs, smile still lingering on his lips. “Don’t be sorry.”

Without giving you a chance to reply, he lays down on the ground, causing you to shoot him a look of pure confusion. He pats the ground next to him, encouraging you to do the same.

You frown. “You want me to lay on the ground?”

He looks at you hopefully. “Please?”

You groan lightheartedly, but it’s not long before you give in and shuffle to lay down next to him. Head against the cold, hard ground, you exhale exaggeratedly, flailing your arms a little. “Now what?”

“We’re stargazing, Y/N,” Peter says, his voice warm and soft, it makes you feel cosy. You love stargazing. He points at the sky, and your eyes visibly trail up his arm until you’re looking at the star he’s pointing at. It’s difficult to miss. “You see that star?” Peter asks, and you nod in response. “You know what it’s called?”

“Sirius,” you reply, biting back a grin as you add quietly, “…Black.”

He retreats his arm, glancing in your direction as he releases an intrigued scoff. “Okay, first of all, I knew you’d make a Harry Potter reference. Secondly, I’m impressed. How’d you know that?”

Your lip curls in amusement. “I always loved the stars as a kid. I did way more research than I should’ve done at that age,” you admit, biting your bottom lip to hold back a laugh at the bittersweet memory.

Peter’s heart is alight; learning information like this about people is something he finds so special and intimate. “I loved the stars as a kid, too,” he chirped. “Still do, even.”

Your face breaks out into a smile as you admire the sky; a sheet perfectly speckled with twinkling paint that would make any person stare in awe. “Me too. They’re mesmerising.”

Peter nods, before he’s pointing at the same star again. “That star, Sirius? Known as the brightest star in the sky, right?” You hum in agreement, and he continues, “Ever since I was a kid, my aunt always told me that Mom will always be with me. Uh... ‘in the stars’, as she likes to say.”

“And you think you see her in Sirius?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“I swear, Y/N, I see her in that star every night. She’s there, I know she is.”

A pearly grin etches across your face. “Really?”

“Yeah!” he replies with enthusiasm. Soon after, however, he seems to be in thought momentarily, before he facepalms with a gentle groan. “Oh, my God... you probably think I’m crazy—”

“I don’t,” you’re quick to dismiss his accusations. “I believe you, Peter.”

He turns to you, looking at you in question, “Y–You do?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Thank God.” Peter huffs in relief, jokingly placing a hand on his chest. “The last person I told said that I was crazy.” He chuckles lightly at the memory.

The dirt beneath you is uncomfortable, but you roll over to face him, elbows digging into the ground as your hand helps prop your head up. “Well, I don’t,” you announce, stealing a quick glance at the name carved into the gravestone. “Mary Parker watches down on you every day. You better make her proud!”

“I’m trying!” Peter laughs, but his eyes soon lock with yours when he stares up at you. In this moment, you could swear that even under the extreme luminescence of the full moon and stars tonight, you see his brown irises turn darker. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Your brows pinch together in confusion. “For what?”

He doesn’t answer your question. He stands up, patting his hands down his trousers and shaking himself clean of any dirt that’s clung onto him.

His hand then darts forward and you take it with no hesitation, and much to your surprise, he pulls you up effortlessly. You let out a little yelp at how fast he manages to heave up your body using just your arm, slightly taken aback by it, and you don’t miss the cocky grin on his face.

The pair of you begin to slowly walk to the cemetery’s exit, hands in your pockets as a comfortable silence lapses around you both.

“Thank you for believing me,” Peter finally responds, all of a sudden. “And for being there for me tonight.”

You can practically feel your heart swell at his words, but your exterior refuses to show that — simply shrugging. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t just gonna leave you there alone.”

“I was literally a stranger to you yesterday,” Peter reminds you, and you nod in confirmation, making it crystal clear that you’re also aware of the stated fact. “You didn’t need to stay with me.”

Just as your lips part to reply, Peter’s hand reaches out to your chest to stop you in your tracks, the sudden contact causing you to flinch a little. “That being said,” Peter speaks again, clearing his throat awkwardly, “I know we only met a couple of hours ago, but I just wanted to know if you— uh...”

His voice trails off and you perk up a brow at him amusingly. “If I what?”

“Y’know…” Peter does weird hand motions as if you’d understand what he’s trying to imply with just gestures.

“Nope. No, I don’t,” you tease, grinning sardonically. Although, you’re certain you do — you’re just pushing him to ask the question.

He sulks, head falling into his palms in embarrassment. “I’m not good at this, you know.”

You raise your hands in your defence, laughing. “Sorry, I can’t read minds.”

Peter groans as he looks up at you again, his brown eyes boring into yours desperately. “Okay, fine.” He inhales deeply, fixing his posture, and suddenly— “Would you wanna hang out some time?” His words nearly jumble together with the way he blurts it out all at once.

You have to bite the insides of your cheek to refrain from giggling. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Oh, thank God.” Peter huffs, a relieved scoff falling from his lips. His arms reach out as if to hug you, but he instantly recoils, eyes widening slightly. “I’m— is it okay if I hug you?”

Your face softens; the fact that he’s so considerate makes you feel pleasant all over. Without saying anything, your arms wrap around him affectionately, a warm smile arranging on your lips.

Peter flinches the slightest bit, but he’s quick to adjust to your embrace, his lightly toned arms perfectly cloaking your frame. He sighs into the crook of your neck, releasing a shaky laugh. “I guess that’s a yes.”

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 4 months ago

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Caitlyn x Gn!zaunite!reader, where she is mid-arresting them and reader pretty much flirts their way out of being lpckes up? Smutty pls?

Secret Third Option

|| Caitlyn Kiramman x gender!neutral!zaunite!reader

|| Warnings; smut, reader is arrested, criminal reader, basically public sex, cliché, accidental kiss leads to more, flirting to get out of arrest, feeling denial, swearing, fingering, praises, keeping quiet, orgasm, finger sucking, hickey, dom Caitlyn/sub reader

|| Summary; when escaping arrest, reader flirts their way out of it and into something else.

Requests closed!

Started; January 19th

Finished; February 14th

Note; it's been a while since I wrote fics, quality might be down. Also, HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY 💕💕

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To say you were in trouble... would be a tiny bit of an understatement. Just a tiny bit. Had you been out running the law? Okay, maybe. There may have been a chance that you were. You'd dipped around the corner, hoping to lose whoever was chasing you. Only for you to run directly into another enforcer. Not just anyone, either. Caitlyn Kiramman.

You tried to backtrack, but her partner had caught up and gotten you from behind. Cuffing your wrists. Boy did you want to slap that smirk off Caitlyn's face.

"You're more quiet than I imagined," Caitlyn pointed out. Signalling for the other officer to leave you with her. He nodded and headed off while Caitlyn took hold of the cuffs. Forcing you to walk forwards, assumably towards the Upper City and your holding cell.

"What? Expecting witty comments, Princess?" Your remark came out more like a grunt, feeling the way she made the cuffs push into your back. Something about being this close to her made your cheeks flush.

"There it is," damn. You walked right into that one, didn't you?

You could do two things here. Either, accept what had happened. Lame. Fight your way out, a little more promising. Or... the secret third option. Flirt your way out; which is honestly more fun than the other two.

"Does this mean you like it rough, Kiramman?" You glanced back at her, referring to the feeling of how she dug the cuffs deeper into your back. It was uncomfortable in a way that could almost be described as enjoyable.

"Shut up and keep walking," Caitlyn responded. It was certainly going to be tough breaking through that professional barrier of hers. You were determined to do it, though. There was still time on your side before you reached your cell.

"Anyone ever tell you you're hot?" A smirk formed across your lips the moment your back hit the wall. Caitlyn had you pinned, cuffed hands above your head; your eyes going to her lips. She looked pissed, but at least she wasn't taking you to prison just yet. You were stalling.

The alley was dark, cold. Not a lot of people travelling through. It wasn't the nicest looking thing in the world, then again you were in Zaun. What were you to expect? The only nice part about it was the fact that you and Caitlyn were alone. So really, anything could happen here.

"What's your game?" She demanded, there was a fierce look in her eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"No game. Just looking for a little fun before I get locked up, maybe convince you I'm not so bad while I'm at it." You told her, her eyes narrowed and for a brief moment... she looked to almost be considering it. Unless of course, that was merely your desire playing tricks on you. Surely she wouldn't... right?

"Yeah, right." Caitlyn's tone was laced with a deadly sarcasm, one that couldn't help but make you grin. You'd started to push yourself forwards but your foot got caught around hers and the next moment the two of you were tumbling.

Before you even realized it had happened, the fall had landed your lips to hers. Although, neither you nor Caitlyn fought it.

When the kiss ended, you stared into each others eyes for a long moment. The enforcer cleared her throat, cheeks flushed," that was... unexpected."

"You enjoyed it," you couldn't help but smirk, seeing behind the emotions she was trying to cover up.

"I- I did not-" Caitlyn's cheeks flushed, trying to show at least some authority after what had happened. Falling in love with a criminal would be insane, after all. Completely illegal, too. Wouldn't it? Although the longer she looked at you, the more pull towards you she felt. She was feeling things for you that she knew she shouldn't. It would only end with getting herself in trouble along with you.

"Really? Then why are you blushing?" Lifting your hand to her cheek, you gave the redness a flick with your finger. Caitlyn slapped your hand away.

"Anyone would be embarrassed after that," she really did try to cover up her feelings, it was cute watching her scramble together any excuse she could. You knew it had effected her, though. Caitlyn's heart was racing so fast that it was just barely audible.

"Bullshit," there was a grin on your face while you watched her eyes widen. Knowing that she was caught red handed.

Her mind was getting away from her, fantasizing about all the things the two of you could have been doing.

Fuck it.

It's not like your crime was that bad anyway.

"Damn it," Caitlyn muttered before her lips found their way back to yours. A soft moan coming from your throat. You couldn't believe this was happening, but damn you weren't about to complain.

Caitlyn soon had your front to the wall, her hand slipped around your waist and into your pants. Gently fingering at first, then she picked up the pace. The harder she went, the louder your moans got. God, she was sending shivers down your spine. Your whole body tensing under the intense amounts of pleasure flooding through you.

The enforcer leaned forwards into you, her chest up against your back and her lips against your ear. Whispering into it," you're doing so well, darling.. just keep your voice down a little more, wouldn't want to get us caught- would you?" She smirked when all she got from you was a whimper in response. Feeling how your knees buckled, you falling into her. Caitlyn wrapped her free arm around you, keeping you up and pressed into her.

The wetness collected around her fingers, acting almost as a lobe. Allowing her to easily move her fingers along you, Caitlyn's middle finger pressed just a little harder on that perfect spot. A loud gasp echoing off the alley wall from you.

"Shhh," Caitlyn murmured, her hand trailed along your body until it stopped at your mouth. Cupping it to help you keep quiet. You whimpered into her hand and she trailed kisses down your cheek, to your jawline, then neck.

It wasn't long before the enforcer had you completely crumbling. Cumming onto her fingers. She removed them from your pants, bringing them to your mouth. Caitlyn took her hand off and you opened your mouth, letting her push her fingers in so you could suck yourself off them.

"Perhaps you aren't as bad after all," the enforcer murmured, kissing your neck and leaving a hickey there.

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Can you make one for Mason where they already have three energetic little boys (mini masons) and Mason wants to have another baby to try for a girl, and you don’t want to as when you got together you both of you only wanted two children and the third child was you two trying for a girl. You have a bit of an argument about it, but he manages to persuade you. Thank you do much, love your writing

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Notes: I loved this request so much! Thank you so much for the idea I loved writing this. This has a bit of everything angst, fluff and Smut! Hope you enjoy and continue to send in requests.

Summary: You are struggling to cope with your 3 young boys, when Mason puts the idea out there to try for girl and you refuse, will he be able to accept that no more children is on the cards or will this be the end of you both?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Ansgt, Smut, Swearing, Fluff

“Uh what a day” I sigh as I collapse onto the sofa, I feel mentally and physically drained. The boys really tested me today. Theo is only 18 months and he is usually an angel, he makes parenting easy, however the past couple of months its been a challenge. Now that he is walking, he just gets everywhere so quick, and leaves destruction in his path. It doesn’t help that he currently has a viral infection so is spending the whole night screaming, and of course I have to get up for him. Him on his own I would be okay cope, but with the twins Elijah and Ezra who are now 4, I am really struggling. Elijah and Ezra are a ball of energy, they are Mason’s mini me’s, they literally only stop to eat and sleep and recently they haven’t even stopped then. They have now started talking back as well, they always have an answer for everything I ask of them and they are currently not listening to me. But oh yeah of course as soon as Mason is around they are all as good as gold, he has no idea how hard they are.

“Hey!” Mason shouts as he walks through the door.

“In here!” I shout from the living room as I take another sip of my wine. He leans over and places a soft peck to my lips. “Hard day?” he asks referring to the glass of wine in my hand.

“You can say that again! Hard day is an understatement” I utter. Mason dumps his bags at his feet and comes to join me on the sofa.

“They are just are at that age at the moment, I was the same at their age. They will calm down I promise.” Mason leans across and places a small kiss to my lips and wraps his arms around me.

“I wish they would hurry up and calm down, honestly Mason its getting ridiculous I tried to go food shopping. There wasn’t room for them all in the trolley. Elijah kept running off and Theo was screaming at the top of his lungs whilst Ezra was throwing everything off the shelves. Its fucking embarrassing.”

“Come on babe you can get the shopping delivered if its going to be a total mission” he giggled but I am really not seeing the funny side of it. I shoot him a look so he knows that I am not amused.

“I don’t want to get it delivered Mason. I don’t want to be stuck in this house all day everyday. I want to be able to leave when I want to and do normal adult things. Even when Ezra and Elijah are in nursery I cannot get anything done as Theo is so clingy and screams bloody murder if I put him down, and there is only so many things I can do with one hand”.

I take a deep breathe and take another sip of my wine. “Oh yeah” Mason shoots me a wink and leans in closer so I can feel his breathe against my neck. “I know something that only requires one hand” he starts kissing my neck.

“Mase stop I am really not in the mood today” Mason pulls away quickly and places a small kiss to my cheek. With that we are broken out of our moment from the sound of Theo crying through the baby monitor. I groan in annoyance as I place my glass of wine on the table in front of me as I start to get up. Mason grabs my wrist to stop me.

“Let me” he states “I haven’t seen him all day I miss his squidgy face. You go run a nice bubble bath and go chill out”.

“Mase-“ I start but he cuts me off.

“I am not asking I am telling, now go get that gorgeous butt upstairs” I giggle as me and Mason walk up the stairs. I make my way into the bathroom as Mason turns to Theo. I run a nice hot bubble bath with lots of candles and bubbles. I take another sip of my glass of wine as I let the warmth of the water indulge my skin, finally letting myself relax.

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“DADDDYYY! Watch this!” Ezra screams as he performs his trick with the football. Mason acts amazed as he continues to play football with the twins. All that can be heard is laughing and shouting as Elijah shoots the ball pass Mason and does his celebration. I am sat outside on the grass playing with Theo watching the boys play along. The whole day is wonderful, but they always are when Mason is around, its nice when he gets the whole day off, family days are our favourite.

Mason helps me get them all bathed and ready for bed, they are as good as gold when Mason is around. They try to test the boundaries a little but after their tiring day of chasing after Mason they are soon asleep. Mason joins me downstairs and wraps his arms around my waist from behind as I am putting the dishes away.

“How about we order a takeaway?” he starts kissing down my neck. “I really cannot be bothered to cook and will be nice for me and you to actually spend the evening together instead of cooking”. I turn round to face Mason and start playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“That’s the best idea you have had in a long time Mount”. I quickly open my phone and start scrolling through uber eats. We move to the sofa where Mason starts flicking through channels deciding what to watch whilst I am still deciding what to eat. I see Mason’s eyes keep drifting over to Theo who is sleeping away in his moses basket next to us.

“He is so perfect isn’t he.” I nod agreeing to Mason. I lean into him so I can get a better look at Theo which Mason opens his arm up so I can lie on his chest. “We do make some gorgeous children”.

“Well it was bound to happen, look who their dad is” I stare into Mason’s eyes and he gives me a small smile and a soft kiss.

“Nah no way they definitely get their looks from you”. I blush and start to giggle.

“I wish that was true but come on the twins are your double! Both looks and personality wise” I playfully push Mason. “I thought I had hope for Theo but even he is starting to look like you more and more everyday".

“Well maybe the next one will look like you”. Mason laughs. My face drops and pull away from Mason’s grasp.

“Um next one?” I question raising my eyebrows slightly.

“Well yeah did you not want to try for the girl?”

“Theo was us trying for the girl” I state back. “We both agreed we only wanted 2 children. We had the twins and agreed that we would try one more time for the girl and we got Theo. If we could guarantee a girl then yeah I would have another child in a second. But Mason I cannot cope with another boy”. I plead hoping to get Mason to understand.

“Come on y/n, you are the best mumma!” Mason tries to encourage

“No Mason, my answer is no”

“So that’s it? Not even a conversation just a simple ‘no’” Mason snaps.

“Its alright for you Mason. You get to be around for all the fun times. You don’t have to have the bad days. Those days tire me out I cannot do it Mason. They are hard work and add another boy into the mix I cannot do it. I am sorry”.

“Well I guess that’s decided then. I don’t get to have my girl!” he snaps

“Oh come on Mason, you are being dramatic. There is no guarantee it will be a girl, come on you are being childish”. I try to grab Mason’s hand but he is quick to pull away.

“Childish? You decided something on your own that is supposed to be a conversation between us both. Its my life too, if I want a girl I deserve to have a say as well”. He scoffs.

“Yeah and its my body that’s has to go through all the changes and push a whole human out of me, I am the one who spends all day looking after them whilst you are out all day living your life, so yeah you can have a say but I get the final decision!”. I snap back which I see the rage in Mason’s eyes.

“Yeah because looking after children all day is so difficult. I am the one who is actually there working hard to get us the money so you can live the luxurious life you do!” Mason shouts back.

“Shhhh will you keep your voice down you are going to wake Theo!” I snap back. “Come here” I direct Mason to the kitchen so we can continue this conversation. “You are being a real dick right now Mason! How dare you start all that ‘I am a footballer, I earn loads’ bullshit. You know money means nothing to me so don’t start that” I warn Mason as I can feel myself getting heated.

“I just cannot believe you aren’t even going to consider us having another baby! Give me one good reason why not? We are stable enough in our relationship, we have enough income to be able to afford another baby? We have an amazing support system? We are great parents? So tell me what is it?”

“Mason I just don’t want anymore okay. I am allowed to want that! We agreed we both wanted two and we ended up having three. I gave you three incredible boys I think that’s more than enough Mason.”

“Well its not. I want my girl!” Mason strops.

“Listen to you!” I am now stood on the other side of the kitchen as I don’t want to be anywhere near him “you sounds like a stroppy child for not getting what you want its pathetic. I am not having anymore children so if you want another I suggest you go elsewhere. End of.” I see in Mason’s eyes he looks hurt but I am angry at his reaction to my wishes.

“Well I guess I will just have to won’t I!” Mason argues back. I take a step back I cannot believe that was his reply.

“Excuse me?” I question in shock

“You know what! Whatever” Mason shouts as he storms out the door. The sound of the door slamming wakes Theo up with a scream.

“Great” I utter as I go and pick Theo out of his moses basket and console him. I look out the window and see Mason’s car is gone.

A couple of hours passed and there is still no sign of Mason. I am starting to get worried as no matter what the argument he always comes home. I look at the time and its 11:30pm, I look at messages I sent to Mason all unread. I have finally settled Theo in the cot next to me in bed, as I tuck myself into bed I sent one more message:

Mase come on at least let me know you are okay I am worried sick. I am sorry okay but just come home so we can actually talk about this properly xxx

After a couple of minutes I see Mason has read my message and is replying. He is typing for a while and then the message eventually comes through.

I’m fine I will be back soon.

The bluntness of his message makes me shudder. He has never been like this towards me, yeah of course we have argued before but usually by now we have made up and he has never stayed out because of it. I am trying my hardest to fight the tiredness that is overcoming me, as I want to stay up to see Mason is home. I can feel my eyes getting heavy as I begin to drift into sleep.

I start to stir and I can still see its dark outside, I turn over hoping to feel Mason’s warmth but I hit with a nothing of coldness. I can feel my heart drop, I checked the time on my phone and it was 3am. Surely he still cannot be out? He has training in the morning? I look over at sleeping Theo who I am grateful he hasn’t woken up yet. I quickly go to look out the window and I can see Mason’s car is there, it gives me some relief knowing he is at home, at the same time I feel so lonely knowing Mason didn’t come to bed.

“Mummmmy!” I am woken up to Elijah climbing on top of me giving me kisses. “I love you mummy” he squeals.

“I love you too baby boy” I respond giving him a cuddle. “Come on lets get you and your brother ready for nursery. Go get your brother and I will meet you downstairs so you can have breakfast”. Elijah nodded and runs to get his brother. I look over at Theo who is awake and just sitting up in his cot smiling away. “Good morning to you too baby boy.” I smile picking Theo up and joining the twins downstairs. I make them breakfast and go back upstairs to start getting all their things out ready. Theo still in my arms as I know if I put him down he will cry murder. As I cross the landing Mason walks out of one of the guests room.

“Hey” I say nervously.

“Hey” he responds giving Theo a quick kiss on the forehead and starts to walk away.

“You didn’t come to bed?” I question

“Yeah well I got home from the gym late and when I came in you were knockout and Theo was sleeping away I didn’t want to risk waking him so thought it might be best to sleep in the guest room” he gives me a small smile and walks to the bathroom. I watch him walk away, it melts my heart knowing that he was thinking of me but at the same time it broke my heart knowing he didn’t want to come to bed and actually fix it.

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Mason is off to Newcastle tonight ready for their away game tomorrow. It has been frosty between Mason and I the last couple of days, we haven’t spoken about that argument since, but we haven’t been our touchy affectionate selves either. Mason has been really distant and we have barely held a conversation. Mason has his suitcase on the bed as he is sorting through the clothes as I enter our bedroom.

“I went shopping today I got you your favourite snacks, I know you cannot go away with no snacks”. I giggle trying to lighten the mood, Mason smiles.

“Thank you, my favourite” he looks at the snacks I brought as he packs them away. Mason makes small talk with me whilst he packs and I sit on the bed playing with Theo. Mason's phone bings a couple of times and he picks it up. His eyes sadden as he reads the messages.

“Who’s that?” I ask

“It’s the groupchat, one of the boys just announced he is having a baby. He sent us the pregnancy announcement”. He smiles slightly and then types away replying to the chat.

“That’s nice tell them I say congratulations”

“Yep” he responds.

“Whats up?” I am now suddenly confused at his change of mood.

“Its just shit that I will never get to have that feeling again”

“What are you talking about Mase? You have had 3 children! You are acting like you have never got to have any. There are so many things you will get to experience with them, why not look forward to that?” He raises his eyebrows in responses and slowly nods and doesn’t respond. Theo has now fallen asleep in my arms so I get up and place him in the nursery, as I come back Mason is just sat on the end of bed looking down at the floor.

“Are you really serious about not wanting anymore children” he looks at me and I can see the small tears forming in his eyes. It breaks my heart knowing I caused that.

“Yeah Mase I am sorry” I crouch in front of him and place my hands on either side of his face and slowly rub.

“So you won’t even do this one thing for me?”

“I have done loads for you Mason. I gave up my life to move to Manchester, moved miles away from all my friends and family. I left my whole life behind. I gave you 3 children what more do you want?” I now stand up which Mason stands up in front of me also, he places his hand in mine.

“Can’t we just try one more time? If its not a girl then I promise we will leave it.”

“You said that about Theo and now you are arguing. You are just going to keep making me have children until we have a girl Mason. That’s not fair on me.” Mason releases my hand and stands to walk away from me.

“Come on y/n whats so wrong with having another child? I really don’t get it”.

“Mason I would like to think in the next couple of years once Theo has grown I can start building my life again. I can start working again, I can start being me again Mason. I don’t want to start all over again with a new baby?”

“Thats a fucking bullshit reason. ‘Start being you?’ You are the same person you were before we had those children, you are still the girl I fell in love with all that’s changed is we now have children, we now have responsibilities that’s all that’s changed. Its fucking bullshit!” His voice is now raised and he is throwing his hands around so I know he is angry.

“I just don’t want anymore Mason please can we leave it” I say calmly trying to defuse the conversation.

“No offence y/n all you do is sit around here all day doing fuck all so I cannot see why having another child is a massive deal”.

I roll my eyes and feel the tears starting to fall out of my eyes. “That’s what you think of me? That I sit all day doing fuck all. You think I like being in this stupid fucking house all day but guess what Mason I am raising our children!” I shout and run into our bathroom, I feel Mason following me so I lock the door as I can feel the handle going. Mason bangs on the door a couple of times but I just sit on the floor and let the tears fall. He bangs a couple more times.

“Y/N! Come on come out! I need to go in a minute I don’t wanna go when we are on these terms, please”. I don’t reply, I hold my mouth to stop the sound of me crying coming out. I can hear Mason on the other side of the door for a minute.

“Okay I really gotta go. I will message you later.” I hear our bedroom door close and I let the sound of my cries abrupt the room. He never leaves without a ‘I love you’ I guess this argument is serious, I am not crying now just because of his words but that our relationship might be over.

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Mason’s POV

I haven’t heard from you since I left, when I arrived in Newcastle last night I messaged you. You didn’t even open it until this morning. I went to message you before the game but I didn’t even know how to make it better. I called my mum once I got to the hotel as I needed to speak to her, she made me realise how stupid I am being and how I should be happy that I have 3 happy and healthy children and not focusing on what I don’t have. It made me realise what a dick I was being.

The game has ended, we played so well especially after a tough start. We were 2-0 down at half time, but we came back to 2-2 and I score the equalising goal in the 88th minute. All I wanted was to call you, where you watching? We get on the coach on the way home as I settle in my seat I see my phone buzz, I cannot open it quickly enough when I see it was you:

Well done babe! We were watching, you make us so proud! We love you xxx

I smile as I look at that message, I just stare at it for a while. I quickly type out a reply:

Hey baby girl! Thank you, I cannot wait to come home to you. I am sorry xxx

We will talk when you get home Mase. I cannot wait to for you to come home too. Safe journey. I love you xxxx

When the coach arrives, I jump in the car and race home. Its going to be late so chances are everyone will be asleep. I am hoping you waited up for me as we have a lot to talk about. I am greeted with darkness as I enter the house knowing that you had all gone to sleep.

Readers POV

I heard Mason’s car in the driveway and I give myself a once over in the mirror, I am wearing a red lace teddy, matched with a pair of red stockings, I placed my silk robe over the top so I am not completely exposed. I asked Debbie to have the boys tonight which she was more then happy to oblige, I confided in her about the argument and she made me realise how stupid it was to argue out of it, it made me actually think about how nice to would be to have another baby, I know she was side with Mason but the way she explained it opened my eyes a little. She said Mason spoke to her as well but didn’t say what was said.

I hear Mason coming up the stairs and I get up and greet him at the bedroom door.

“Hey I didn’t think you would be up at this time” he says looking shocked to see me. He looks me up and down and see the lust in his eyes. “Umhhh I think this is new” he closes the gap between us and slowly opens the robe to reveal what is underneath and his eyes light up like a kid at Christmas which makes me giggle.

“I’m sorry” I state.

“Yep you are forgiven” he jokes as he starts to place open mouthed kisses to the top of my breasts which are hanging out of the bra.

“Mason I am being serious” I laughed and he brings his eyes to meet mine. I lead him to the edge of the bed where we both sit and Mason places his hand on my thigh.

“Why dress like that if you just wanna talk” he wines. I giggle at his neediness but to be honest due to argument we haven’t been intimate in a while and I am as needy as him right now.

“I just wanna clear the air first then we can put this outfit to use” I wink and Mason nods to let me continue. “Look I been thinking that I don’t want to loose you so if having a child is what it takes to keep our family then I am happy to do that, having another child isn’t that bad and you never know we might get a girl.” Mason places hands on either side of my cheek and kisses me deeply, it was a passionate kiss but full of love, we pull away grasping for air “I was talking to your mum and she kind of made me realise how stupid we were being-“

“You spoke to my mum?” Mason cuts me off. “I spoke to her too but she said the opposite she made me realise that our argument was stupid and I should be grateful with the children we got so I shouldn’t pressure you for anymore.” I look shocked at him, I don’t know what Debbie was doing telling us something different but whatever it is it has worked.

“So where does that leave us?” I asked apprehensively hoping this doesn’t cause another argument.

“I am happy either way. Its upto you, if you want to try for the girl then I am here anytime anywhere, but if you think 3 is enough then I am happy to accept that.” I smile at Mason’s gesture and place another kiss to his lips, this time softly.

“Well that’s where the outfit comes in, I am kind of ovulating so if you wanna try for that girl I am here”. I see Mason’s eyes light up.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything” I smile

Mason leans across and starts kissing up my shoulder blades to my neck to my lips as I moan into his lips in return. He begins deepening the kiss and our tongues start fighting for dominance. As we pull away he looks around the room, “Wheres the boys?” he asks looking at Theo’s cot next to the bed unused.

“I asked your mum to look after them for us. So tonight is just for us”. Mason stands up and pulls me up with him. He picks me up as my legs wrap around his waist for stability, he throws me onto the bed as he pulls his top off.

“I have never loved you y/n more than I do right now”. Mason continues stripping until he is left in his pants. I can see his dick bulging through his pants.

“Someone is excited” I smile bringing my eyes from his dick to his eyes.

“Well look at you! Do you blame me!” he climbs up the bed so he is on top of me. He begins kissing my neck and my chest and takes my breast out of the bra and brings the nipple into his mouth, I moan into the pillow of the pleasure he can cause. Masons hands start exploring my body as he brings his fingers down to where I need him most.

“F-fuck” I moan at the sudden impact.

“Someone is wet” he grins knowing his ego loves it.

“P-please Mason as much as I would love to edge this out all night I need you in me like now M-Mase please” Mason backs away and brings his pants now springing his dick free as it slaps against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight of it.

Mason climbs back onto me “What my baby wants, my baby gets” he lines himself up with me. “I am sorry baby I love you so much”.

I kiss him again “I love you too Mase” I bring my hand inbetween us and give him a couple of pumps which causes him to moan into my neck. I line him up with me and he slowly pushes in. I moan at the sudden invasion as he starts to stretch me out, even now I never get over his size.

“F-fuck y/n, your pussy is so good. Fuck y-you are so sexy” he moans into my neck. Once I have adjusted he starts to work a rhythm. The pace has me at his mercy, I am a mess as my body starts to submit to him. “Baby I am not going to last much longer if you keep doing that” Mason responds to me grinding my hips into his trying to prevent any space between us. I continue to do it as I know it drives him crazy.

“Mase right that yeah uh-uh” I moan as I unravel underneath him as I cum all over his dick.

“Fuck the sight of you cumming I could look at all day. Fuck yeah” his pace starts to get sloppy and I know he is close. I start to kiss down his neck knowing I am leaving a hickey as I know this is his weakness. “Yeah don’t stop” he moans as I continue to suck on his neck. “Fuck- yeah- that’s it- shit” he collapses on top of me as he shoots his loads deep inside.

He continues to pant on top of me lying on my chest as I stroke his hair and tickle down his back. “I love you” he says looking up at me, “I love you too Mase”.

“Ready for round 2?” he giggles and we both know when he is in these moods its going to be a night of loving and making up.

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6 Months Later

“Right everyone gather round” Debbie shouts and places everyone round in a semi circle all facing me and Mason. Everyone has their cameras out ready to record. Mason puts his hand on my baby bump “Boy or girl I will still love it the same. Thank you for giving me another child, you really are the most incredible women.” I smile at Mason’s soppiness. “Oh and by the way I think you look better each pregnancy! You look unreal”. Giving me butterflies in my stomach.

“Oh yeah you are just saying that as I have to push a whole human out of me again in 3 months time” I joke, Mason leans into me and places a kiss to my lips.

“Come on lovebirds break it up” Debbie announces and gives Mason the football. We did the same gender reveal for the others so thought it would be nice to do the same.

“Right cameras!” Debbie shouts to everyone. “3…..2……1” Everyone chants and on 1 Mason kicks the ball which explodes and fills the garden with Pink powder. I look at Mason in shock. He jumps up and down and throws himself on me.

“I cannot believe we are having a girl” I shrieked. Still embraced in Mason’s arms.

“I know! Thank you so much. I am the luckiest guy in the world. I have a beautiful mrs, the most incredible 3 boys and now a girl. Life cannot get any better”. I nod, I totally agree, life cannot get any better.

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luvyeni · 11 months ago

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FUCK MY WIFE ,, 방찬

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ bangchan x fem!reader wc. 3.9k+

genre. neighbor!au, smut

𓄷 includes ... cheating, unprotected sex, oral ( both receiving ), daddy kink

「 authors note 𖹭 」 you don't technically need to read the lee know fic , but it doesn't reference parts from the story so.

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chan watched you go inside minhos house; he also saw minho following behind you, like he was on a mission. “hey baby.” he felt the lips of his wife's on his cheek. “hey.” he said looking around for your mother and minhos wife. “Who are you looking for?.” his wife asked, he shook his head. “no one.” he saw them both talking to each other; both of them so unaware of what their daughter and husband were up to. “just looking for the host or hostess.”

“ah she's over there talking to their neighbor that lives across the street from them.” she pointed. “i'm not sure where her husband is though— hey!” she waved as the two ladies approached them. “Mr. and Mrs. Bhang , how are you enjoying the barbecue?” the lady of the house asked him, chan tipped his drink with a smile. “You guys know how to throw a party , and the desserts are amazing.” he complimented. “well that's courtesy of Ms. y/ln here , she owns the bakery as you know.”

“Well you are an amazing baker.” the lady gushed, “thank you.” she said, his wife spoke up. “Hey, where is your husband?” He watched her look around much like he did before , but he knew where he was — and to say he was jealous was an understatement. “Probably inside feeding the cats.” she shrugged it off. “That man and those cats , sometimes I swear he loves them more than me.” she laughed.

“ah! there he is.” She said, the man standing around, his face red but chan didn't comment on it. “I told you those damn cats, I knew it.” she said. “yn seems to be missing as well , that girl probably snook off and went home.” your mother said, chan couldn't believe how oblivious the two were, it was almost comical how right on the nose they were but also so wrong.

both the ladies walking away; leaving him with his wife. “should we get going soon?” he asked, she nodded. “yeah, let me say a few goodbyes to the girls then we can head home.” he nodded , and she was off , he turned back to Minho who was adjusting himself, finally making eye contact; chan just gave him a nod like he knew— lucky fucking bastard.

Chan remembers the first time you came home from college for winter break; it was your freshman year, you were twenty-one years old; coming home from a grueling day at work to see you sitting on his couch; it was a cold day out but you were still wearing the tiniest skirt only with fleece tights, with the tightest long sleeve shirt that made your tits pop.

he couldn't remember why you were there and honestly he didn't care, you were sitting there waiting for his wife; so cute , so carefree— so fuckable. The obvious fuck me eyes you were giving him made his 30+ heart beat; and his cock stirring in his pants. that was the first night he ever fucked his wife.

no it wasn't the first time he ever fucked his wife in general; but it was the first night in a very long time; probably since before they got married all those years ago that he fucked his wife with so much lust and hungry, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her— but his mind wasn't on his wife; no, he was thinking about you being under him, and him filling your tiny little cunt with his cock.

his wife was none the wiser either; thinking he just finally had a spur of the moment, and she wasn't complaining it was the best sex they had in a while, she was happy— blissfully unaware that her husband was thinking about the young girl down the street while he filled her with his load.

After that he thought it would go back to normal; and it did, you went back to college for the rest of the semester, and his sex life with his wife returned back to normal; slow and mundane , much like before— then you returned back for the summer, it just got worse from there.

Not only did you somehow get hotter over the last few months; now due to the heat you were wearing less and less clothing; miniskirts and shorts so short you didn't even need to bend over for people to see your lacy panties, your tiny crop tops; shiny titties bouncing up and down as you made your way down the hot streets.

Then it was the sunbathing; fuck the sunbathing. he didn't know if you did it for attention or what; and he didn't care he prayed every time he walked his dog that you were out there in the tiniest bikini soaking up the sun; and everytime you were, you'd sit up, lowering your sunglasses, parting your lips as you waved at him, wishing him a good day; he watched you purposely push your titties together— because you knew he was looking at them. that was the second time he fucked his wife, much like he did that winter.

That entire summer; it was like a routine, he'd walk the dog and you were out there in your bikinis; you'd have a small conversation where you'd subtly push your tits together; or your eyes would lower to his cock that knowing you; could see twitching in his shorts, biting your lip before he'd walk away— and then he'd go home and fuck his wife, he fucked his wife so that he wouldn't fuck you.

His wife must've been in heaven the entire summer; but she was surely let down once again when you went back to college for your second year— and their sex life returned back to normal.

“You know Mrs. Lee?” his wife said from their bathroom; bringing him back to reality. they had finally made their way back to their home. “she thinks that girl across the street from them, yn i think that's her name.” she walked into the room “she thinks she's trying to make a move on her husband.”

‘She's not wrong’ chan thought, but he didn't say it out loud. “How so.” he said, not bothering to look up from his phone. “just the little thing she does, the looks she gives him; and how she talks to him, she even said she started the sunbathing again.” he finally looked at his wife. “Sunbathing?” he said; of course he knew what she was talking about. “Yeah , half naked in her front yard, the other wives said it too.” fuck he couldn't wait to walk the dogs again. “that girl, her poor mother is none the wiser either, her daughter parading herself around seducing women's husbands.”

she climbed into bed , moving his phone out his, climbing into his lap. “not my husband though.” she kissed his lips. “My husband isn't desperate enough to fall for a young girl that's looking for attention?.” he groaned as he felt his wife grinding against him. “Mhm of course not.” he didn't move , letting her do what she wanted. “Good, now fuck me.” she moaned out

He flipped her over, slotting himself in-between her legs; his cock hard, from his wife yes; but also from the thought of you into those tiny bikinis, especially that red one; fuck that red one that barely covered your titties, the bottom not even covering your ass. “chan baby fuck me.”

And that he did, but much like all the times before; his mind was on you, how tight your pussy would be, your titties covered in his cum, how loud he would make you scream his name; you you you , that's all was on his mind as he plowed into his wife. “fuck chan, I'm gonna cum.” his wife screamed. “fuck cum.” he pulled out of his cum jerking his cock off, thinking it was you as he came all over her , covering her in his cum. “fuck.”

He quickly finished his wife off , rolling on to his back. “fuck it's been a while since you fucked me like that.” she kissed his cheek. “you even came so much.” She stood up. “Next time do it inside me, it's so messy like this.” he nodded breathlessly as he watched his naked wife walk back into the bathroom. Chan closed his eyes, the vivid image of you still there making his cock hard again. “shit.” he cursed.

Pulling his shorts up; ignoring his hard cock. “you're still hard.” his wife made her return , laying in bed. “What's got you so wound up today?” she asked. “stress probably don't worry it will go down.” she nodded, turning on her side. “Well get some rest.” he hummed. “okay.” he waited until his wife fell into a deep sleep before making his way into the bathroom to jerk off to the thought of you.

The next day; he came home from work and his wife was holding the leash in her hand. “walk the dog.” So before he could even put his things down , he was heading out the door with berry.

After doing his daily walk with the dog , he started on his way home; telling berry about his day. “oh hi Mr. Bahng.” you were coming from across the street; the lee house. “hi yn , going to see Mrs. Lee?” he watched as your eyes widened for a split second , before going back to normal. “yeah, my mother let her borrow a dish and she needed it back.” you lied right through your teeth , and he knew it , but could he really judge you if he wanted to do the same thing. “yeah, where is it?”

“Oh she wasn't home, I asked Mr. Lee but he had no idea what I was talking about.” you said so smoothly; like this was nothing to you. “Guess mommy will have to wait to make those brownies.” you smiled so sweetly, he wondered if you tasted as sweetly as you smiled. “You'll have to bring me some,” he said. “your mother's brownies.”

“Of course.” you toyed with the necklace that sat nice on your titties, he noticed the hickey on top of your left breast , wanting to groan so bad; they probably fit perfectly in his hand. “Mr. Bahng?” you asked. “you okay, you're a little red?” he laughed nervously. “Of course, it's just a little hot out today.” he fanned himself , you pouted. “isn't it?” your whiny voice , he felt his cock move. “I heard it's gonna be like this all week.” you sighed, before perking back up. “but it's perfect for sunbathing.”

You smirked watching his eyes widened a bit. “sunbathing?” he asked. “Yes , it's the perfect weather for it , I might do it tomorrow.” of course you were gonna do it tomorrow; because you knew he'd be by with his dog. “Yeah?” he said, you nodded. “yup!” you bent down slowly, giving him a good peek of your tits. “Hello berry.” you patted the dog's head. “She's so cute.” you looked up at him, giving him the image of what you would look like kneeling in front of him , right before you took him into your mouth. “yeah she is.”

the way he was looking at you made your panties wet; you were ready to go again, even though you had just come back from getting the best fuck of your life from Minho— who's to say you can't get the second best on the same day. “well I should go.” he said , simply because he was losing his mind. “My wife is probably waiting for me.” you nodded. “yeah my mom should be on her way home now, i have to start preparing for dinner.” You gave the dog one last pet before standing up. “Goodnight Mr. Bahng.”

He watched you walk away, your ass peeking from your tiny skirt as you made your way into the house. “Mr. Bhang.” He heard a voice from across the street where Minho stood with a smirk. “Mr. Lee.” He gave a head tilt. “Off to see the wife.” he air quoted the word see. “you know it.” he winked before making his way home— his wife might catch on if he comes home after a walk ready to fuck like a dog in heat.

The next day he once again found himself walking the dog; for a split second, he wondered if his wife knew what she was doing sending him on these walks; but that thought quickly went, of course he would think that his wife was a cuck for the young girl down the block. “Hello Mr. Bahng.”

There you were, laying on a towel in the grass; red bikini, fuck he was really about to cum in his pants. “Hello again.” he gave a little smile. “I see you were true to your word.” you smiled , nodding. “It was so nice out today, I couldn't resist.” you sighed , your tits barely covered. “Oh yeah , my mother got the dish.” you said. “huh?” He questioned. “for the brownies , it turns out it wasn't Mrs. Lee but the couple next to them, the kim's.” he nodded. “Their son Seungmin brought it today.”

“that's good , so your mom will be able to make the brownies then.” you nodded , sitting up , now giving him a full view of your tits as you sat back on your hands. “yup , she's making them now.” You said. “I can bring you some tomorrow if you'd like.” You tilted your head to the side. “I'm sure your wife would enjoy them.”

“Oh yeah for sure,” he said. “I would like that very much.” you hummed. “okay!” You smiled. “See you then.” you waved , before turning back on your stomach , the view of your ass; the bottom's barely doing anything. “fuck.” he cursed as the dog began to pull at the leash. “come on berry.” he gave your ass one last peek before continuing down the block.

“Fuck baby if you keep fucking me like this I don't think I'll be able to keep up.” he rolled off of his naked wife. “Where are you getting this energy from all of a sudden?” He smiled , pulling his shorts back up. “Just love for my wife.” and the lust for you; the need to fuck you. “mhm i like it.” she smiled.

“i'm going to visit my mother tomorrow.” his wife spoke up. “yeah, when?” he said. “I'll leave tomorrow and I'll return within two days.” she said. “I’ve prepared the food for those two days, just heat it up and eat.” he thanked her. “Oh and the lady down the street has some treats she said she'll bring them as well, you better save me some.” He completely forgot about that; you did say you'd be by— he thought his wife would be here; to stop him from taking you right there in the living room. “She'll be here in the afternoon.” He nodded , tomorrow may just be the day he gives in. “okay.”

He waited for you the entire day; he knew you were coming and he was ready, he made a decision the night before; if giving the opportunity he was gonna fuck you; he knew it was wrong, his wife did satisfy him , but it was clear his thoughts of you were infiltrating his mind; and it wasn't getting any easier. maybe this would be the first and last time , maybe he just needed to get it out of his system — he tried to justify himself, just as he heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door; and there you stood, your daily outfit that consisted of a skirt too short and a shirt too tight— this most definitely wasn't gonna be the last time. “I bought the brownies.” you smiled.

“So you slept with the neighbor across the street?” jisung asked, you nodded. “it was good too.” he scrunched his nose up. “didn't ask , but now you're going after the guy down the street?” he asked. “Who's also married?” you shrugged. “Babe, your mother still has to live on that block.” he said. “Yeah , I've had your mother's cooking and it's phenomenal.” Felix started. “but I don't think even the most chocolatiest of brownies can be made to fix this fuck up if people find out.”

“trust me they won't.” You said. “Once again I feel like I'm inclined to stop you as your best friend, but as someone who loves drama , I kinda wanna see where this goes with these two guys just for the plot.” you laughed watching Felix scolded his boyfriend. “Be careful yn.” He said , his hands yanking at jisungs hair. “and don't get pregnant.”

After hanging up with them you made your way downstairs where your mother had the brownies already packaged up for you to take; this allows you to go back to retrieve the pan once he's finished; if you're successful with your plans today, hopefully this will be soon. “Perfect.”

You made your way down the street; standing in front of the house , walking up the walkway, anticipating bubbling up in your stomach as you knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer; putting your best smile on as he opened the door. “I brought the brownies.” he smiled; fuck he looked good, a plain white tank top and black shorts, so simple, but so fucking attractive. “Come in.”

You walked past him; his eyes following you as you walked into his house; closing the door before looking out making sure no one saw; that was the last thing he needed. “You can sit them on the counter in the kitchen.” He followed behind you , watching your ass move, you sat the treats down , turning around where he was standing in front of you. “Mr. Bahng?”

you were taken aback but not surprised when he pushed you against the counter, grabbing both sides of your face; kissing harshly, his hand coming down to your ass squeezing. “oh fuck.” you moaned as he roughly grabbed your tits, grinding his hard cock against you. “fu-fuck you see what do to me?” you reached down grabbing his cock in his shorts. “I did this?” you bit your lip. “you want to fuck me that bad?”

he groaned as you palmed him through his shorts. “fu-uck been thinking about this for a year.” he groaned. “making you take my fat cock down your throat.” he groaned. “yeah? wanna cum all over my face?” you brought your lips to his ear. “cover me in your cum -fuck- i wanna taste you so bad.” you said biting down. “fill my mouth with your cum.”

“Fuck.” he pulled away from your, the look on your face made him move quickly , pushing his pants down to his ankle right there in the kitchen. “on your knees princess.” you sunk down to your knees. “gonna -fuck- gonna suck my fat cock?” he groaned , stroking his cock right in front of your face, your mouth watered. “yes.” he smiled , grabbing the back of your head. “open up princess.”

he filled your mouth up, throwing his head back, holding on the counter as you took him into your mouth. “that's it, suck daddy's cock.” you moaned around his length, your panties sticking to your cunt as you bobbed your head up and down his length. “feels so fucking good.” he moaned. “gonna cum all over your face.”

it was the best experience he'd experienced in a while; his wife wasn't the biggest fan of giving head; so he almost never got it and when he did, it was half-assed. “sh-shit.” the way your throat tightened around his pulsing length , the gagging noises coming from your mouth , eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. “fuck I'm gonna cum.”

He thrusted into your mouth a few more times , before pulling out. “open your mouth princess.” he stroked his cock , hips twitching as the cum shot from his tip landing all over your face. “oh fuck!”

you smiled , holding your mouth open as his cum hit the back of your throat. “taste good, baby? you like my cum that much.” you nodded , he lifted you up onto the counter. “wanna taste this pussy so bad.” he lifted your skirt. “wet fucking cunt.” he groaned. “yeah , you think about my pussy when fucking your wife?” he grunted , biting your thigh. “fuck!” you yelped , moaning as he licked your cunt. “sweet fucking pussy.”

your hands tangled up in his hair as he tongue fucked you on the counter where he most likely shared food with his wife. “Oh fuck daddy that feels good.” you fucked yourself on his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit deliciously, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “fuck I'm gonna cum , i'm gonna fucking cum.” you squealed. “fuck!” you came all over his face , hips jutting against his face riding out your high.

he pulled away, giving your clit little kisses before pulling away. “You liked that princess?” you smiled , nodding. “so much.” He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his abs. “fuck.” you moaned, running your hands down his stomach, stomach churning in need for him again. “pl-please fuck me daddy.”

“fuck, you want daddy's cock?” he grabbed the base of his cock on your folds. “ye-yeah , fuck me please.” you moaned. “pl-please fuck me.” he slid into your slippery cunt. “oh fuck your pussy is sucking me in.” you moaned. “you-you're so big.”

he huffed with a smile, “yeah? my cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he moaned. “fuck , slutty pussy.” he grabbed your hips. “just let anyone fuck you.” he began to plow into your cunt. “me , Minho -fuck- just love fucking men that aren't yours.” you moaned out. “fuck yes!” you screamed. “I love it.”

“I know you do, slut.” he slapped your tits, pinching your nipples. “gonna cum inside this pussy.” you gasped as he thrusted up into you, hitting your g-spot making your mouth hang open as he hit it over and over. “oh fuck you look so fucked out , gonna cum for daddy?” he rubbed your clit. “hmm?” you nodded. “fuck yes, i'm gonna cum.”

“fucking cum for daddy.” he slapped your pussy , moving his fingers back and forth as your juices gushed out of you, coating his abs in your cum. “fuck i'm cumming.” he groaned. “daddy's gonna fill you up.” he grunted. “fuck!” he cursed, stilling his hips as he came, filling your warm hole with his sperm. “shit.” he slowly pulled out, watching the cum leak from your hole. “Keep it inside princess.” he pushed it back inside you. “good girl.”

“Do they taste good?” you straddled his waist, feeding him a piece of brownie , the both of you now in his bed; you were wearing one of his shirts. “mhm.” he moaned at the taste. “So good princess.” you smiled , wiping the chocolate from his plump lips, licking it off your thumb. “When will your wife be back?” You asked , he rubbed your waist. “tomorrow evening.” you hummed. “perfect.” you bent down, kissing his neck. “fuck princess don't leave any marks.”

“I know.” you whispered against his skin. “you can fuck me over and over.” leaving more kisses along his neck. “until your wife gets back.” he hummed. “fuck yeah.” he moaned as you grinded your hips down.

yeah he knew he could no longer fuck his wife to get you out of his mind.

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you like because, you love despite part four [because] - myg

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chef!yoongi x korean!f!doctor!reader | mdni 18+

summary »» Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. Or were they?

cw »» fluff, yoongi is also an overthinker, reader is crushing hard, secret pining, swearing, dual pov, terrified yoongi, physical affection (cuddling?)

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author’s note »» SURPRISE EVERYBODY! It came a day earlier. THANK YOU everyone for all the love for this. I do have to say pardon my absence in the comments, I've been dealing with some family emergency but I am back now. I am so so happy to continue exploring this relationship between Yoongi and Reader! This chapter contains dual POVs and to make it clear it is Yoongi's POV the beginning of the section will start with a bold orange letter! Anything else is the reader's POV! I hope you enjoy!! :D ALSO. The boys are almost all back!

After circling three times to find a parking spot, you decide to give up and drive down a road you know leads to an underground parking lot. Glancing at the clock on your dashboard, you let out a loud sigh. Your mom is going to have such a laugh when she realizes how stressed you are about arriving late to lunch. This woman has instilled the best manners in you, and you constantly fear disappointing her. As you pay on your phone while walking to the restaurant, you look up and down to avoid getting run over.

Checking your emails and texts simultaneously, your fingers are typing faster than your brain can process all the information on your screen. The last few weeks have been incredibly busy with work, all while trying to maintain some semblance of a social life. But at least it kept you and your mind occupied.

When your mother called to announce her visit to Seoul, relief washed over you, and you unconsciously began a countdown to her arrival. Work nearly ruined that today; an unplanned emergency requiring your presence almost got in the way of your time with her. But now, as you approach the restaurant, you feel your body relax for the first time in weeks.

And that’s how you feel when you spot your mom, jog over to her, and hug her tightly, reverting to that kid who never wanted to let go. You’re laughing in her ear, and she is, too. Almost nothing is more comforting than one of your mom’s hugs.

When you pull back from the embrace just enough to look at her, you giggle, “I am so sorry for being late! It’s been insane, and work called me, so I honestly had no idea how long it would take me, to be honest, and I just couldn’t—”

“Honey, breathe.” She takes your face in her hands, stopping you in your train of thought.

“Hi, mom.”

“Hi…”

She hugs you again, “Oh honey, I know it’s a mom thing to say but you need to eat more, you’ve lost so much weight…and you need sleep…”

There’s no fighting your mom on that, because she would be right. To say you’ve been slacking on bare minimum self-care is an understatement. It had taken everything within you that morning to put some effort into looking presentable for your mom because you didn’t want to worry her but she noticed. Because she’s your mom.

“I know. I have…been busy to say the least…” She grabs your hand tightly, tugging you to the restaurant for your reservation.

“Well, this is on me today. Let me treat you.” You smile, allowing yourself to be babied just a little by your mom. As you’re seated across from her, you remove your coat and set it beside you, looking up at her with the brightest smile.

Getting a visit from your mom is, much like many of your plans, a delicately organized event. You book your time off in advance, usually plan your outfits ahead, and ensure you have as much time as possible with her since it makes for a long day of traveling. You know to make every minute count.

As you begin to look over the menu, your phone screen lights up with a text from Yoongi, and you smile, quickly glancing at it.

Yoong~ 🍊[11: 39AM]: Is your mom in town? She shot me a text. If she is, can you get her to stop by?

You [11:39AM]: I will tell her but you can also text her, y’know? 😋

Yoong~ 🍊[11:40 AM]: I did already, but you know she’ll forget…

You [11:40 PM]: I’ll tell her, I promise.

Yoong~ 🍊[11:40 AM]: See you later 👋

His assumption you’d be tagging along makes you smile, placing your phone down to look back to the menu and quickly making a decision.

“Was that Yoongi?”

Glancing to her, you nod and push the menu aside, “Yeah, he’d like to see you. When is your train again?”

“Just after eight…”

“Wanna go there for an early dinner before I drop you off at the train station?”

Your mom smiles, “Of course, I was hoping he could come to lunch but you know, him being a business owner…”

“Ugh, I know. It just keeps getting in the way, no?” You joke, making her laugh.

The waiter comes over, takes your order and leaves, letting you relax as you look at your mom. Watching the way she’s changed over the years, growing just the same as you have makes you look forward to aging and you can only hope to age as gracefully as your mother. You never realized just how much you’d miss your mom once you moved to Seoul for school. And then staying in the city for work seemed like the right choice and it was. Your life was great.

But there was no denying how difficult it was not seeing your parents as often as you’d like, making time with them the most precious thing. You missed home and hadn’t returned to your hometown in two years, the last time for your cousin’s wedding.

“How’s dad?

“Oh, you know your father…” you snort at her words, “he can’t stop working even if his life depended on it…”

“I wish he’d take it easy every once in a while…”

Your mother smiles, “Not until he gets me a home on Jeju like he said he would when we were kids…” Your heart warms at your father’s promise. “I swear we have a good life but your father hasn’t stopped squirreling away money for it…”

“Hasn’t it been your dream to move to Jeju?”

“I was fifteen when I said that!” You both laugh, sipping your water. “I didn’t think he would actually make it his goal.”

Snorting softly, you hide behind your hand, “Didn’t you two honeymoon there though?”

“Mhm. That and,” she clears her throat, “I used to go there when I was a kid with my family…”

“Dad is never giving up. You know that, right?” You plant your chin in the palm of your hand.

Her knowing smile tells you her answer but she still says, “Yeah, I know that…”

When your meal arrives, it’s easy to forget conversation when all you can focus on is how good the food is. You definitely both limit the amount you eat, knowing you’ll end up at Yoongi’s later for a good meal.

“Speaking of Jeju,” she sets her utensils down once she finishes her meal, “your dad and I are planning a trip down there for our anniversary…”

“Oh yeah! That’s coming up soon, no?”

She smiles, the lightest blush colouring her cheeks, “Mhm. And this being our thirtieth anniversary plus we’re both turning fifty…it means a lot.”

“I’m sure dad already has something planned…”

She scoffs playfully, “He wouldn’t be your dad if he didn’t…”

You have always loved hearing about your parent’s love story and how they got together, their marriage being the ideal relationship to emulate. Very rarely did you hear about parents, especially from your parents’ generation, that marry for love and continue being married. Many of your friends in high school had parents who cared for each other but had been set up by their families. Not you. No. It was love.

“Mom?”

“Mhm.”

“Can I ask you a question?” You nervously chew on the inside of your cheek.

She watches you carefully, able to tell that something is bothering you just by the way she leans forward, “Of course…”

How do you phrase this now?

Mom, I think I like my best friend. Mom, I want to date Yoongi? Oh, hey mom! Like mother, like daughter, I might end up with my best friend too!

You wince at how awkward this all sounds in your head. This shouldn’t be this hard. But saying it out loud makes it feel so real and you haven’t quite grasped that. It’s been an emotional roller coaster to say the least.

“Uh…when did you know that dad was more than just your friend?”

She stares at you, the corner of her lips curling up just barely while blinking softly and it is unnerving. Not often does your mom elicit this reaction out of you, where you feel unease. The last time was the one night Yoongi and you had snuck out to attend a local concert. Although upset, then, about your impulsive rebelliousness, this look she’s giving you now is different. It’s knowing. Unsurprised about the question.

“Well, you know the story.”

You mouth the air, “N-no, I know that…” your voice shakes, “I know the story. I love it. I remember asking you to tell it to me as a bedtime story…”

Her smile is warm, remembering that memory fondly, “That was the only story I told for months after I first told you…”

You both laugh with you rubbing your neck, “But how did you go from being friends one day to dating. I mean…you two were fifteen one day, four years later oops I arrived and then a year after that you got married…I mean, how does that happen?”

Watching her carefully, you see the way she plays with her ring as she looks at you, “Well, we grew up together in Daegu. By all intents and purposes we shouldn’t have been friends because of gender, especially back then, but we gravitated to each other. We were eight when my mother and his mother met, and then I was asked to help him with math in our fifth year of middle school. By the time we were eleven I liked him.”

“Really? I don’t think I ever knew that…”

She shakes her head, “Well, back then, we were told that getting attached to a guy at school was useless because our parents would find someone for us when we got older…so, I figured he’d only ever be my friend…”

“But?”

“Everyone knew but us…and when we were fourteen I knew I had feelings for him. And I told my mom, who spoke to my dad and then they spoke to his parents…but I never heard about that until before we got married…” she takes a sip of water, “his parents didn’t protest it…”

“You say that like they didn’t approve of you…” You frown, wondering if she had drama to deal with.

“Oh no, nothing like that. But you know most parents? No one is ever good enough for their child even if they get the ideal partner…They warmed up after you were born though.” She chuckles.

“Because they got a grandchild?”

She nods, chuckling softly as you roll your eyes, “Typical.”

“Hey, be nice…That was normal then, and is still normal now, sometimes unfortunately…” You’re both shaking your head.

“So, grandma and grandpa didn’t protest it so…you told dad how you felt and that was it?”

“No. You know the story.”

You sigh, “Okay, yeah, I do know that part…but,” you’re sounding desperate now, “was it never weird? That shift from always hanging out as friends and then…always hanging out but as a couple? Were you never afraid of things just being…weird?”

She shakes her head right away, “No. The moment I found out he liked me and he found out I liked him, we just knew if we never got over the initial awkwardness that we would never make it…so, we sort of treated it like a brand new relationship. We left our friendship at the door when we went on dates…trying to get to know each other as boyfriend and girlfriend…”

“Was it easy?” You don’t mean for your voice to sound so small and afraid when you ask her.

Your mother must hear the emotion in your voice because she grows concerned, “No, of course it wasn’t, but we loved each other enough as friends and as more to know we wanted it to work. Your dad still believes to this day that we were meant to be…”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, of course. He’s a hopeless romantic that one,” you snort a little, biting the inside of your upper lip, “but honey,” you look at her, “why are you asking me all of that?”

You sigh loudly, your face contorting in fear before feeling your lower lip trembling. Your mom’s posture changes and she reaches across the table for your hands which you give her so willingly. She looks at you, sighing softly and she squeezes your hands tightly.

“Mom…”

“Yes, honey…”

“I think I might like Yoongi,” you whimper, “as in, more than a friend…”

And her reaction is not one you expect because she simply starts to smile at you. It is soft and so loving, very much like your mom. It’s comforting. Oh. “You knew…” you whisper.

She nods, “I mean, I wasn’t certain…but I suspected it would happen someday…” her smile is soft, “I always thought your crush would grow but when you said it went away…that boys were stupid, I started thinking maybe you had let it go.”

You blush as you remember the pouty rant you gave your mom when you were fifteen, insisting to your mother that boys were too stupid to date and that included Yoongi. It had helped with making you forget your crush then.

“Oh…”

“Does it scare you?”

You nod, “He’s been my closest friend for over twenty years…he’s been the constant in my life I can’t do without and…and,” you pause, “if I love him, I risk losing him…”

“You know that boy, no, that man has always said he’d be there for you no matter what, and I believe him…” you open your mouth to protest but she continues, “and I deeply believe, no matter how many times you’ve told me off about this,” you laugh at that, “that in some way, shape or form he loves you…”

“I know he does…” your eyes grow soft, aware of just how much love you two already hold for each other even just as friends. “But…just not like that…”

“How could you know? Is it never something you’ve talked about?”

You shake your head, “Never. We never ever brought it up…”

“But you like him?”

You groan loudly, “Yeah…It just happened, I started looking at him differently…” she quirks an eyebrow, “I mean, it didn’t just happen. Someone asked us how long we’d been dating and it was the first time that we have ever been asked that. Then I wondered…why haven’t we ever?”

She chuckles, “He’s a good guy…”

“Yes, I know,” you laugh, feeling your cheeks grow warmer, “and then I just…noticed stuff and then I got butterflies and mom, I am a thirty year old woman and I am freaking out over some butterflies!? Like, what the heck…”

You’re both laughing with you hiding your face behind your hands as you relax, your mom’s presence making everything feel far less scary.

“Tell me something,” she looks at her, “why does it scare you so much? Let’s just say…he feels the same. Is that so bad?”

“No…” You sigh, pouting. “It would be…weird? We’ve been best friends for so long and yeah, we’re childhood best friends, it would be…weird because…yeah…”

She leans back as she watches you blush and stutter, “Well, let me ask you a question,” she’s smiling too confidently and you know she’s about to blow your mind, “what if, and only what if it wasn’t weird? Couldn’t it be wonderful instead because you are childhood best friends?”

Poof.

Mind blown.

Stuttering and mouthing the air for a solid twenty seconds, you start laughing and your heart is thundering in your chest as you blink rapidly. Oh, your mom is good. She always knows exactly what to say for it to make sense. And it does, it just makes sense.

“You really think so?”

“I know that just because it worked for me and your dad doesn’t mean it’ll be the same but,” she smiles sweetly, “I have a good feeling about this…”

You gulp, never having entertained the possibility that Yoongi could or might end up feeling the same about you but your mom’s confidence gives you that reassurance you needed. That no matter what? Yoongi and you are going to be okay.

“We have always been alright…” you remind yourself mostly.

“You have. And honestly? The worst that will happen is maybe it’s awkward for a bit, but he, especially, will always make sure you two are okay…”

“I’m a chicken though…I don’t see myself doing anything about it now though…” you admit, embarrassed. Your mother can only laugh as you sigh.

“Well, you can take the time you need with this realization…it’s a lot. Changes a lot for you in how you view Yoongi…” She lets go of you, patting the back of your hand after a moment as you hum.

“Thank you…”

She gets up off her chair, coming around to sit next to you and she wraps her arms around you, hugging for a moment just the way you need it. When you pull back she wipes away a tear that’s fallen, smiling as she says, “Let’s go. I wanna do some shopping before going to see Yoongi…”

You laugh, “Good, there’s a new store that has your favourite brand of skin products. I was gonna send you some but I’ll take you and buy it for you.”

“Deal.” You both laugh, looking at each other. “What a good daughter you are.”

When you both waltz into the restaurant with your hands full of bags, Yoongi can't help but smile widely, his lips stretching into a grin that reaches the corners of his eyes as he lets out a soft laugh. He wipes down the counter and tosses the cloth aside before walking around to meet your mom, who spots him within seconds of entering. He bends down to her level and wraps his arms around her just as she goes in for a hug. Yoongi doesn’t hug many, but your mother is among the few he cherishes.

Looking over her shoulder as he embraces her, he meets your gaze and sees you smiling softly at him, making his heart leap in his chest. He mouths a small 'hi,’ which you return, while Yoongi pats your mother’s back, keeping his eyes locked on you. When he pulls back from your mom, she takes his face in her hands and squeezes his cheeks, eliciting that musical laugh he adores so much from you.

“You are too thin.” Your mom chastises him.

“I am a healthy weight. My doctor has said so.” He grins softly.

She glances at you then back to him, “He needs a new doctor. That doctor is dead wrong.”

You laugh, “Mom, I’m sure I could tell you the same thing. He’s fine.”

She scoffs, pouting at the both of you, “Sure, team up against me.”

She turns away from the two of you, walking to a table while he looks at you and mouths, ‘just fine?’ You shake your head, tugging him with you, and he can’t help but playfully resist. It elicits the reaction he desires from you each time: you tugging and begging him to just follow, your fingers wrapped tightly around his hand.

He joins you two for dinner, only leaving you alone for a moment while he cooks your meal, unable to resist smiling broadly at your mother’s excitement. She’s always been like a second mom to Yoongi, and the same goes for his mom with you.

He sits next to you, your mother sitting across from both of you as he reaches to pop open your soda can. He nudges the side dishes you prefer closer and makes the mistake of looking up, meeting your mother’s eyes. Shit.

One quick glance is enough for him to realize she’s noticed. He’s known her long enough to understand what she’s communicating with her eyes. Because he knows all too well, too.

Yoongi doesn’t remember when he fell in love with you.

He could think about it all day long, but all he knows is that the feeling has existed within him for pretty much as long as you two have known each other, which is pretty much your entire lives. He suspects some people close to both of you have noticed, such as your mother, who is giving him a small knowing smile.

It makes him nervous that people can tell just from looking at him, and the longer he doesn’t tell you, the more people notice. Yoongi has mastered looking indifferent toward you without appearing uncaring either. For years, he’s managed to come across as a big brother figure to you, and people around you have never questioned him. But coming to Seoul and making new friends had put a damper on his plans.

Namjoon was the first to ask Yoongi about a year into their friendship. Yoongi remembers exactly when he was asked about his potential feelings for you. You had just been cheated on by your then-boyfriend and had come knocking at Yoongi’s door one late night when he and Namjoon were just hanging out. He had wiped your tears, given you words of reassurance, made some promises to maim your ex, made you laugh, and tucked you into his bed for the night. When he returned to Namjoon in the living room a little while later, both men sat in silence until one question was asked and one thing was said.

Have you ever had feelings for her?

And…

I never wanted to assume or say anything, but you love her and it shows.

Yoongi has since attempted to refine his whole pretending act. Did it work? No. It only got worse, and the one person who never noticed—thank god—was you. At least, that’s how he felt for years until his last relationship, which just ended. Daehyun brought up many feelings for Yoongi, mostly fears, when the realization hit that he would likely lose his chance to tell you how he feels about you forever.

When you met your now ex-boyfriend, Yoongi remembers how giddy you were after your first date. Within just a few dates, you were in such a daze that you were certain he was the one for you. That scared him so much back then. Maybe not so much now, considering how things have turned out.

Ever since that night he woke up with you in his arms, a debate has been raging in his mind. How much longer could he continue to hide his feelings for you? Not much longer. He had rationalized that it was worse if you knew, but these last few weeks? He had made his decision.

He was going to tell you tonight.

The mere thought of doing so made him sick but Yoongi realized there was never a good time, especially if he sat around waiting for one. He’d wait forever.

“Please tell your mom I am feeding myself just fine.” He speaks up, serving her some meat.

You nudge him, “She knows. But mom likes to worry about people. You’re included.”

He snorts, shaking his head as he looks to her, “I am fine.”

“If you say so…” she playfully rolls her eyes at him, which earns her a chuckle out of him.

He’s always amused by your mom’s playfulness, which you’ve obviously inherited from her and he can’t help but look at you as you chuckle.

“You two need to come home soon enough. Not only does your dad miss you,” she looks at you, “but your parents are really hoping you come down for the holidays…” She says this final part while looking at Yoongi.

“I was planning to…”

You snap your head to him, “You were?”

Yoongi looks at you, “Yeah, you said you wanted to spend the holidays back home so…I finagled some things to get ten days away from the business…”

Yoongi isn’t prepared for the softness in your features at his words, forcing himself to look away when it becomes too difficult to stare at you. His heart is thundering in his chest while grabbing his water, gulping it down.

“That’s really sweet, but still weeks away…” you breathe out softly.

He shrugs, “I knew if I didn’t plan now? I’d never get the time…”

You’re pouting at him, mouthing the air and he pushes you with his hand, clearing his throat and looking away in the hopes to hide his blush.

“Well, that’s gonna make a lot of people happy…” Your mother comments. “We’re all planning a Christmas at yours, Yoongi…”

He nods, “Sounds like something my mom would do…”

Yoongi stiffens when he feels your hand grabbing his under the table, chancing the quickest glance down to see your much smaller hand around his. The moment ends just as quick as it happens, you squeezing his hand and letting your fingers linger on the back of it before letting your hand fall in your lap.

Yeah, he has to tell you tonight.

Yoongi doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

Tonight will have to make or break it.

Yoongi got your text a few hours ago when you dropped your mother off at the train station, that feeling of dread growing in his stomach like a snowball rolling down a snowy hill for the rest of the evening. He instantly wanted to call it quits and avoid his plan. He no longer wanted to confess, but his smile whenever he got a text from you and how soft it made him feel was the reminder that he needed to just commit.

He's closing up the restaurant, putting away his cleaning supplies as he wipes his hands off on his apron. Grabbing his phone he sends you a quick text.

Yoongi [11:03 PM]: You awake?

Right away he sees you responding, making him chuckle.

Doc 🩺 [11:03 PM]: Yes. Sadly. Just finished work?

Yoongi [11:04 PM]: Yeah. I got some leftover chicken and tteokbokki…late night snack and a movie?

Doc 🩺 [11:05 PM]: …

Doc 🩺 [11:05 PM]: Are you asking me to Netflix and chill WITH snacks? 😏

Yoongi chokes on his own saliva or breath, whatever it was he needs to catch his breath for a moment. Damn you. You would be the death of him.

Yoongi [11:07 PM]: 🙄 Do you want to watch a movie with food, yes or no?

Doc 🩺 [11:07 PM]: Yes, pretty please 🙏

Yoongi [11:08 PM]: I’ll be right over.

Yoongi knew better than to invite you. It makes rejection easier if he is the one leaving you rather than asking you to leave his place.

Tonight, your friendship as you know it will change forever, all because Yoongi is about to alter your dynamic. Forever. A part of him absolutely fears this could ruin your relationship beyond repair. After all, it is always easier to claim that things will be okay without actually knowing they will be.

When he has packed the food and locked up, the drive to your place suddenly feels too short. So much so that Yoongi takes a detour, giving himself a little extra time and courage before facing you. It becomes harder to see the hope and love shining in your eyes as you look up at him. He knows you love him; there is no doubt about that. However, the only doubt that creeps into his mind is whether you could love him the same way he loves you.

The universe seems to want him to just be upfront since he finds parking conveniently right in front of your building—a first in all the years he has been coming over. No traffic, easy parking… could this be a sign that his confession would be well received?

It's obvious he is trying to reassure himself, as Yoongi is about to either improve, remain the same, or worsen the very fabric that holds your friendship together.

Why did he have to fall in love with you…

He doesn't know that answer exactly. All he knew is that it came easy to him, like breathing.

Yoongi codes into your building and goes up to your apartment. He feels just how sweaty his hands are as he holds the bag, switching it from hand to hand while hyping himself up. Your entire friendship has felt natural, and never once has he felt this nervous to be around you in any way, shape, or form.

But when he opens the door and waltzes in like he always does, he suddenly feels fear. His mouth goes desert dry, and he feels somewhat dizzy, like he might be sick. After removing his shoes, he turns the corner to find you sitting on your couch, all cozy in your sweatpants and hoodie. His hoodie. Fuck.

You look up, and the moment you make eye contact, you start to smile so brightly as you launch – yes, you quite literally launch – off the couch and slide towards him. The nerves he feels dissipate ever so slightly as he watches you.

“Easy there…” he’s chuckling as he holds out his arms to make sure you don’t trip and fall.

“I have been so excited for food. And you. Obviously, but I feel like that’s a given already…” You giggle, snatching the bag out of his hands.

He hums, following you and helping you plate the food, “How was dropping your mom off?”

You sigh, “You know, the usual. It was fine because I’m a big girl, but then it gets so serious and I start missing her before she’s even gone…the moment she was out of sight though? Tears. Not full on sobbing but y’know…”

He chuckles, “You always try to be strong for her so she doesn’t worry but you know she knows right?”

“Knows what?”

“That you cry every time she leaves…”

“How?”

Yoongi shrugs, “Oh, I don’t know how…maybe because you have a friend–ouch! Don’t smack me!”

“So it is you! I always wondered how she just knew…” You are playfully glaring at him with a shake of your head. “Why does she text you?”

“Because she knows you’ll try to be the strong girl. I mean, you are strong, but with your mom you try harder because you don’t want her to worry…” He sucks on his finger when it accidentally dips into the tteokbokki sauce.

“Well, I guess…keep going.”

“Really?”

“Are you actually going to stop if I ask you?”

He opens his mouth to speak but stops for a moment. He wants to carefully tread the waters before answering that question but he finds nothing better to tell you other than the truth.

“You know you could ask me anything and I’d do it…”

The air changes there just for a moment and then the moment is over just as quick as it happened. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes and biting your lower lip, resisting a smile.

“I know.”

Yoongi hands you chopsticks and the plate containing the chicken, making you chuckle as you walk to the living room where you’ve set up a show to watch. A comfortable kind of quiet falls on the apartment with the sounds of chewing and reality TV playing in the background. He appreciates this distraction before he makes that move, the one he’s been thinking about all evening.

And it isn’t long before plates are empty, scattered messily on your small coffee table with cans of beer and soda spread over it. He checks you’re not too tipsy to be able to handle the conversation you two are about to have and somewhat wishes you were drunk because it would mean he could have this talk with you at some other time. But nope, you are quite aware and just buzzed maybe.

Yoongi opens his mouth to speak when you suddenly stand up from the couch, gathering the empty containers and plates.

“I’ll clean these up really quick then we can continue watching…”

He grabs your hand but you pull it out of his grip, “Let me help…”

“You stay right there…” you playfully giggle as you step away from him. He sighs, prompting you to glance over your shoulder, “Stop pretending like you hate it. And let me take care of you…”

He clears his throat, leaning back on the couch and instead of watching the TV screen he settles on watching you move around your kitchen. The lazy bun on your head is coming undone, strands falling and framing your face as you look over to him quickly with a smile. He loves when you look like this. Looking happy and cozy makes him want to hold you again, never having let go of that memory.

Yoongi turns his head to look at the TV and he thinks of what he’s going to say next. And how he’s going to say it. He is terrified of messing up and saying the wrong thing, fearing he might hurt your feelings inadvertently. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks his messages, nothing of note jumping up at him. As his eyes gaze over the names on the list he clicks on Namjoon’s name, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he types out a quick text and sends it.

Yoongi [12:53 AM]: I’m telling her tonight.

And once it’s sent and read, relief suddenly washes over him and he feels okay. This has been coming for a long time and there is no time like the present. This sudden burst of confidence is only amplified when he gets a response.

Namjoon [12:54 AM]: You got this! 👏

While Namjoon and he had never openly discussed their feelings, Yoongi had acknowledged his emotions for you once or twice and spent the following years sharing meaningful looks with his friend whenever they were in a group. Namjoon had always been a quiet supporter for a reserved man like Yoongi, someone who rarely allowed significant possibilities beyond professional ones. Truly, Yoongi did not feel worthy of the kind of love you could offer him if given the chance.

He always thought you were too good for any of the men you’d dated before, consistently reminding you when you got your heart broken, were cheated on, or simply ended a relationship. He wasn’t so blindly in love with you that he ignored your insecurities. No, you were incredibly self-aware, and you also knew Yoongi would tell you honestly when you were in the wrong. It was another reason he loved you; you trusted him implicitly.

He glances at you one more time, your back to him as you focus intently on your phone, and that image of you standing in his hoodie, looking domestic and just existing, gives him hope for what life could be if you felt the same way about him.

“OH MY GOD!”

Yoongi rises to his feet so fast, eyes glued to you as you bend to grab your phone. Yoongi hears his phone buzzing on the couch where he left it as he slowly walks over to you. He’s about five feet away when you turn around and he’s relieved to see the smile on your face, but wondering what caused this sudden burst of happiness.

“What’s going on?”

He walks to stand behind you as you giggle, jumping up and down. As he’s reading over your shoulder, he feels a weird mixture of feelings brewing deep in his belly. Your excitement at the news is palpable and he feels it too, because it is good news.

“Seokjin proposed! Oh my god, did you know he would? Has he ever mentioned anything?!” You are so delighted for your friends he can’t help but smile.

“I…I uh, I had no idea…actually…” he gulps, looking down at the gorgeous photo your friends have sent the entire group chat. It’s the two of them with Seokjin tenderly holding his brand new fiancée in his arms with the ring being the star of the photo.

“Oh, that is so fucking sweet. God, I could cry I’m so happy for them…” you sniffle with a small laugh, rubbing your eyes already.

Yoongi puts his hand on your back, rubbing gently up and down the length of it, “It’s really great news…”

You look up at him from over your shoulder and fuck, you’re so close. He could just do it right now, exploit the happy moment in the hopes for a happier one too, but this isn’t right. It would feel too wrong to exploit your friends’ happy moment for his own.

Yoongi has to admit slight defeat, his confidence plummeting and instead focusing on the happy news in the hopes that he can avoid focusing on his disappointment. You’re still looking at him as he unexpectedly wraps his arm around you to pull you into a one armed hug. If Yoongi can’t tell you how he feels right now, he will at least give you something he doesn’t always do, which is a hug. You stiffen only for a moment before he feels both of your arms tightly wrap around him, your face buried in his chest.

He feels his heart soaring at that. You feel so safe with him and he knows it, because you show it when you're vulnerable with him in moments like this. His chin is resting on the top of your head as he smiles softly, rubbing your back still as he kisses the crown of your head.

He's immediately gone still when he realizes what he's just done. Shit. What has he done? He wonders if you've noticed because you also aren't moving.

“We’re at that age now…” you mumble.

“Mhm?”

“The age where our friends are now getting engaged and married…” Yoongi thinks about your words, the hand still at your back gently moving up and down, “soon,” he pulls back and looks down at you, meeting your eyes, “that’ll be us…”

Oh, Yoongi knows his reaction isn’t subtle at all in that moment, but your wording sends him spiraling downwards in seconds. He quickly reminds himself that your words have nothing to do with the two of you but are more about the reality that someday he’ll be engaged, and so will you, most likely to other people.

You’re looking at him so softly, your eyebrows raised as you take him in, and Yoongi’s lips are pursed gently as he looks down at you. The grip you have around him loosens, his hand pulling you just a bit closer in hope that you won’t let go. He’s proven right as you stay close, and he looks down between you two.

“Show me that photo again?”

You lift your phone and show him the gorgeous engagement photo again, Yoongi grabbing your phone to take a closer look as you both finally step away from each other but just barely.

“He’s gonna ask me to cater, I can already tell.” He jokes, earning himself a slap on the arm.

“Don’t say that…if he does ask it’s because he knows you’ll do the wedding justice. Oh my god, the wedding! There’s gonna be a wedding. Yoongi! Seokjin is getting married.” You’re giggling in disbelief at the news and he hasn’t seen you this giddy in a long time.

“Like you said, some day that’ll be us…”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning, “Stop it, that idea still feels…I don’t know, weird…?”

“You don’t see yourself being married?”

“I do, but actually putting legit thought into it? With life the way it is…it doesn’t feel like a possibility because of my luck really…” you take your phone he hands back to you.

“You know that means nothing…” he sighs, “you’ll…you’ll find your penguin…”

You frown, “Did you just quote me to me?”

He winces, slightly pained at having been caught, “Yes, yes I did. You said that once and it…it just stuck with me…”

You look down to the engagement photo, gesturing to it, “He found his. Lucky guy.”

“He deserves it. We all know he’ll deny it but he’s liked her since the beginning, he was just frustrated that he did and didn’t know what to do with his feelings…” His observation makes you laugh.

“He’s been hopelessly in love with her since the beginning…” You say, playfully rolling your eyes.

Yoongi sighs because he, too, would know something about that. He looks up to you when you nudge him, “What?”

“Stay over. We can have breakfast and go for a walk before you have to go to work…” you exhale nervously, “please.”

This is new for the two of you: being nervous. Suddenly he’s scared you’ve figured out he has feelings for you, that his actions have given it away and that it’s finally sinking in. But if that were the case, why would you want him to stay?

Stop thinking that hard. He can’t help but think that maybe you could want him the same way.

He finally meets your eyes and he admires how they shine brightly, so hopeful that he will agree to it, which of course he will.

“I’ll stay…”

You turn to finish cleaning up as Yoongi does the same and cleans up the living room. You’re both quiet as you move about the main area of your apartment, sometimes glancing at each other. When he’s done turning the same cushion over and over he finally looks back at where you are in the kitchen. You’ve just finished cleaning up the sink and you dry your hands, doing a quick inspection of your hard work before looking over at him.

“You gonna be okay sleeping in that?”

He glances down to his outfit then back at you, “Yeah, I’ll be okay…”

“I’m gonna get ready for bed…” you’re shifting on your feet left to right when you say that, biting your lower lip. Yoongi waves you off with a small smile, watching you disappear as he goes to the closet where your extra blankets are. He grabs that and a pillow, setting his bed up for the night on your couch.

He hears your bedroom door open again, glancing up just as he’s about to lie down until he sees your head peeking around the corner. He stands to his full height, hands shoved in his pockets as he looks at you. It’s dim in the living room, with Yoongi having shut all the lights except for a few. He watches as you come into full view, standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants, your hair cascading freely over your shoulders.

You exchange no words as you extend your hand to him, chewing the inside of your cheek nervously while waiting for his answer to your silent but very clear question.

He stands there, visibly shocked, when it dawns on him rapidly, like a freight train. He continues watching you; your eyes engage in a silent conversation as you wait for him to make a decision. You knew. That night you spent in his arms, you must have realized something or woken up in the middle of the night because you wouldn’t be inviting him like this. Or maybe Yoongi is going mental, thinking that’s what’s happening right now.

He takes a quick glance at his makeshift bed and then back at you before walking over. You release a shaky breath in surprise as he moves, grabbing your hand, and you look up at him, eyes wide and mouth barely open.

God, he could kiss you right now.

But he won’t. And he doesn’t. Instead, he lets you tug him down the hall as you open the door, glancing back at him over your shoulder, meeting his gaze as he follows you in. He shuts the door behind him as you let go of his hand and look at him. You walk directly to your side of the bed and look over at him as he slowly steps to the other side. It is dead silent between you two as the sheets rustle and the bed creaks under the weight of his body getting into bed first.

His back settles on the soft mattress, covering his body with the duvet as he glances at you sitting there with your back to him. You’re plugging in your phone, scooching down to lie in bed as you settle just like he did. You both lie on your backs, staring at the ceiling and breathing softly. You’re the first to glance over at him, Yoongi able to see you from the corner of his eye before he clears his throat. But instead of ignoring it, he looks over at you, and in a moment of your two locking eyes, you drag yourself over to him as he opens his arm to let you snuggle up. He holds his breath when your arm snakes around his middle and he wraps his around your shoulders, pulling you in closer as you rest your head against his chest.

You don’t speak; your actions and rapid heartbeats speak enough for the both of you as you lie together. You push your cheek firmly against his chest, shutting your eyes and moving your hand to rest there, mindlessly tracing patterns with your fingers.

Neither of you falls asleep, Yoongi focusing on everything about you: your breathing, your body, your hands, your heartbeat—everything. It feels good to have you in his arms like this again.

He feels you move as he stills, waiting for what comes next but nothing does.

So, Yoongi glances down and whispers softly in the darkness, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

He squeezes you tighter, resting his cheek on your head as he shuts his eyes and releases a long held breath, “Are we okay?”

This question makes you look up as he looks down, “Of course. Always.”

He smiles in relief, licking his lips as he shuts his eyes and lets his body relax, your body also doing much of the same as he squeezes you tighter to him, effectively snuggling as close as possible to you.

“Goodnight, doll…”

author’s note »» Thank you for reading! Yoongi and Reader are finally just letting go a little bit more but they're not speaking about it. I have more excitement coming in the next few chapters for Yoongi and Reader. I will definitely be putting them through the ringer a bit. Until next time!

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misfitgirlwrites · 1 year ago

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Lucifer Having A Crush On You/How Would He React?

I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'M NOT--

It's time for my fictional love and life and all I hold dear in my daydreams. Bitches, bros, nonbinary hoes, and genderfluid fucks, I present to you the Big Dick in Charge

I may reference works that I've read and when I do I'll drop their @ and link to their story it is law that you read it if you read mine, I don't make the rules

CW: none, slightly angsty but nothing too intense!

Alright, doves, this is post-season one. Lucifer now resides in the hotel with everyone and is slowly adjusting to being graced with Alejandro's Alastor's presence every day.

Let's be honest, our baby pays attention but puts in minimal effort. Saying that the days went by in a blur would be an understatement. Even conversations would be forgotten after a few short moments. On to the next task. Full focus on this thing. Once that's done? Well onto the next task! No tasks? Free time to spend with Charlie!

Things would start slow, and to really interact, you'd most likely start to approach him first. Maybe you've spent long enough watching the blond anxiously bounce around the hotel and graciously give himself a bit too much for even the Big Boss of Hell.

A timid approach from you, offering to help with whatever he's currently doing. Maybe you make snacks for everyone in the hotel and hand him his personally :)

And so it begins! A greeting here, a greeting there, slightly awkward conversations that slowly start to feel less forced with the little information you learn about each other along the way.

It's...nice! Refreshing! Lucifer would be more excited than anything and talking to you would become a part of his regular routine without much thought on the matter. You'd occasionally be on his mind just a little more, and he'd start to seek you out himself too.

I know you're already seeking him out. Bitch I'M seeking him out.

Helping with chores around the hotel quickly turns into simply enjoying the other's company.

One day you gift him his very own ceramic duck! You could have paid for it from somewhere or made it yourself.

Either way, he'd fucking LOVE it! Honestly, if you decide to try your hand at making it, he'd love it even more with all the rough edges and little bumps (it was made out of love for my babies who never touched clay in their lives)

In response, please expect many gifts in return. I like to think it's been a while since he's gotten a genuine gift like this

(Bonus headcanon: Charlie will see this and will come to you the next day with a list of things she wants to gift him and you two are unofficially officially the Buy Lucifer Anything Duck-Themed duo)

Lucifer loves how you react when he gifts you your very own rubber duck. Your smile and happiness always seemed contagious to him. It only led to him making/getting you more things.

You will have a rubber duck collection by the end of this, but what can you really say? Each one of them is based on something you mentioned before. A movie character, a book character, a cartoon character, even friends or family members if they were mentioned. The gesture is way too sweet for you to turn down, even if it is the 30th duck you've received.

Now prepare for what I like to call the "get along t-shirt" phase but both parties are willing LMAO.

Lucifer will be by your side as long as you'll accept the company and if you're reading this and we brain the same, that will be all the time.

I love the GenZ!Reader memes and fics. Someone show this man bacon pancakes and if it was already done, SHOW ME.

Between his relationship with Charlie and with you, Lucifer actually feels the need and wants to be a little more present bit by bit. He notices that he is spending less time in his head, but he continues on in fear of fucking it up if he thinks too hard about it.

So instead he'll 100% focus on the little familiarity of happiness, as small as those moments may be sometimes. This is EXACTLY why the thought of him potentially feeling romantic interest again goes right over his head.

Who notices first, you ask? Charlie, of course. You slowly but surely became one of his main topics in conversation, it wasn't hard for her to pick up on it and ask.

Baby boy would straight up deny it at first. Him?? Liking someone else??? LMAO, am I right? Of course, after he does this, he'll have the time to actually pay attention to his actions.

So then he'll notice how excited he is every morning knowing that you'll be the first face he sees. He'll notice how he managed to fit you into any task he had to do. When he'd get lunch for himself and Charlie he'd have the automatic thought of making something for you as well. Even when the day was over, he'd be thinking about spending the next day with you. To be frank, you were constantly on his mind.

Once he notices it's a big mental "fuck". Nothing about you is wrong of course, it's him, or so he thinks.

Let's start with the elephant in the room, or shall I say the ring on his finger lmao

In Lucifer's mind, he's still married technically. Even thinking about it in a technical term was a new development and it made him feel absolutely horrible. Lilith left, sure, but who knows what happened? Regardless of how he felt, he didn't want to hurt her.

But at the same time what about him? Lucifer hasn't been happy in a long time and he's finally building that again, not just with Charlie, but with you as well. He didn't want to just cut you out, he didn't want to hurt you either.

Plus, did you even like him? How would he even approach you? If he wanted to, even after thinking about everything.

Who was he kidding, of course, he still wanted you!

@liveontelevision *drops to my knees and bows* they worded it extremely well here and if you're reading this but you haven't read this already or you clicked the link then clicked back here, go back and read it. I don't care how long it is. Do the thing then come back.

Welcome back. It was good, wasn't it? I know.

The only awkward period for you two is the week-long contemplation of everything (half him attempting not to do what he always does when stressed but by the time he realizes he already made like 30 ducks--)

He would clearly go out of his way to either try and talk to you or avoid you. Or a cute mixture of both where he makes a scene approaching you, realizes he's not ready yet, then makes a scene so he can disappear *finger guns*

A little crisis here, a few little rubber ducks there, and a looooonnnggg conversation with Charlie and Maggie Vaggie.

Those are the ingredients to a semi-stable Lucifer with enough bravado to talk to you normally again.

He'd apologize for the times he basically pulled a Houdini in your face and he'd explain himself fully, all while also confessing his love for you.

It's choppy, it's fast-paced in some areas, and the poor blond was ready to disappear at any given moment, but that's what made it so real for you.

The weight that's lifted off of him couldn't be described, and neither could the joy that welled in him the moment he saw your beautiful smile and heard nothing but your acceptance and love.

What an emotional roller-coaster, am I right?

Lucifer Taglist: @alastorssimp @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @heart-of-the-morningstar

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cosmicdahlias · 10 months ago

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💖ford x reader headcanons💖

part 6

• always turns down the ac in the bedroom so it’s freezing. he likes it cold but also does it so you’ll cuddle up to him for warmth

• has very rough, calloused hands. when he rubs your back it makes you shiver

• loves to wrap his arms around you and hug you from behind while you’re cooking or working in the lab

• you once found some old photos of his days being possessed by bill. to say he was embarrassed would be an understatement

• thinks you hang the moon

• was really sick and delirious one time and all he could talk about was how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

• snores. it was kind of hard to sleep with at first but now it’s like your personal white noise machine

• you got him into ren faires. calls you his majesty

• very passionate kisser, sometimes gets carried away and forgets to breathe

• if you’re lgbt he goes to pride with you. mabel dresses him head to toe in pride merch

• anxious attachment (mostly because of bill)

• might forget to eat but always makes sure you do

• big spoon, loves feeling the warmth of you up against him

• when you’re getting ready to leave somewhere he says “are you ready to rock and roll?” like the dad he is

• teaches you self defense, sees it as a very practical skill

• loves seeing you smile

• you love his morning voice

• constantly had nightmares about bill hurting you. he’d wake up and pull you close, he wanted to protect you so much

• gives the best hugs

• recorded himself reading books before he went away on his adventures with stan so you could still fall asleep to his voice

• when you first met he fell so hard for you when you told him you read the journals

• when you and ford get married mabel and dipper call you their grauntie

• if you’re in college he helps you with your homework and studying

• writes about you in the journals. refers to you as “the most beautiful creature i have ever encountered”

• drunkenly admitted to you one night that his first crush was jackie kennedy

• plays with your hair a lot. it’s practically a stim

• if you’re having a rough day he’ll pull you onto his lap and let you vent

• when you show him a video or a meme he does that old person thing where he takes the phone out of your hand, holds it out, squints, and adjusts his glasses while asking you something like “is that your friend?”

• you guys have heated vampires vs werewolves debates

• struggled heavily with suicidal thoughts after weirdmageddon. there were nights where neither of you slept and you were honestly afraid to leave him alone. if it wasn’t for you, stan, and the kids he never would’ve made it.

#ford pines #ford pines x reader #ford pines headcanons #gravity falls

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sweetestcaptainhughes · 10 months ago

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Could i have 71 with Quinn (like a little 🙈 and luke then becomes ☁️?)

Thank you so much, if anyone wants to request a Drabble here.

"Me and the boys will handle it."

To say you thought your boyfriend was being dramatic would be an understatement. Both of you were at a beginning of the season kickoff party. Everyone was excited to be back and get started on a new season especially with winning their first pre-season game to kick off the new season. But when you went to the bar to get a new drink the bartender thought it was okay to flirt with you. Honestly it was no big deal and you couldn't even remember what cheesy pickup line he tried to use but that doesn't mean Quinn wasn't pissed when he heard from a rookie and not his girlfriend that some bartender was trying to flirt with his girlfriend. One moment you were standing talking to JT as he showed you the newest pictures of the girls next you felt Quinn pull by the wrist pull you into the dark corner of the bar. He leaned against the wall in the hallway, his eyes a darker shade of golden hazel then normal, his facial expression almost twisted as the annoyance was clear on his face.

Before you could ask what was wrong in an accusing tone asked "why didn't you tell me about the asshole flirting with you?"

At first you glanced up at him confused, until you realized the 'asshole' he was referring to was the bartendar. "Quinny, are you jealous?" asking in a cute baby voice as your hand went to rest on his cheek.

"Don't." immidately you dropped your hand, as he pinned you further to the wall, "you think it's cute that some bartender flirted with you?"

"No I think it's cute that your jelous." leaning up to him you whisper in your ear "baby I'm yours no one elses. And I promise if anything else happens you'll hear it from me and not some rookie. Okay?" gently kissing his cheek, still resting on the balls of your feet as you wait for a response.

"okay." he whispers leaning in for a quick peck.

As the night went on, it turns out that the bartender decided to become more forward with his approaches, as you were dancing on the dance floor, he went around collecting glasses. But as he passed you he decided to touch your hip he tried bending down to get closer. But before he could Quinn was there, he ripped the guy off of you and onto the floor. "I'm gonna kill you." he screamed at the dude. Not sure what was happening and due to too many mixed drinks you started to blink the tears away as all you wanted was Quinn. You felt someone pull you into a hug realizing it was JT's wife Natalie.

"shh it's okay hun" she whispered to you, as you felt your breath quicken.

From what sounded like far away you could hear Quinn yell "Don't worry baby. Me and the boys will handle this."

Pushing yourself out of Natalie's arm, you said "I don't want anyone to handle I just want you." JT looked at his captain, as he pulled him away from the bartender who had a bloody possibly broken nose. Not sure how much time has passed but you feel Quinn's arm around you, and for the first time in the entire 10 minute encounter you feel your body relax.

"okay, I'm here. Let's go home baby." he whispers in your ear, leading the way past the bartender and team and out of the bar.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #schwritingsqh43 #quinn hughes x y/n #drabble challenge #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #hughes imagine

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stonesilhouette · 1 year ago

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Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment.

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur.

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror.

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did.

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup.

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.”

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

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