#their mom sent me a video today of them laying on the couch with their parents cat cuz they visited for father’s day

[1ovestay]

won’t lie, experiencing some horrors

[wintfleur]

stop i need stella moments with her brothers in videos about them like “going home” 🙏🏼🙏🏼

౨ৎ going home (featuring Stella Hughes!)

﹕─┈ pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X siblings! Hughes brothers )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none really? wc; 1.k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I am sooo sorry for how long this has taken for me to get out !!! It got lost in my inbox lovely, but thank you sm for sending in a request! I loved writing it, so sorry that it’s short !!! Hope you guys enjoy !!! )

°. — this is based off this video.

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

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﹕─┈ All of Stella’s moments during ‘Going Home | Quinn Hughes’

“Lukey was the best pool player in the family I would say, or in the house” Quinn answered Kate's question, as he motioned his head towards Luke who was leaning over the pool table with his stick. Stella’s lips twitched up into a smile, already knowing where her older brother was leading the conversation too. Quinn continued to speak with a small smile “He had like the best win percentage, and then he bought a pool stick.” 

“For like 200 bucks” Luke was quick to interrupt Quinn, an annoyed frown on his lips as he looked back on the bad money decision, he should have listened to stella. Quinn let out a small chuckle and glanced back at Stella before continuing to tease Luke “Yeah, and he just his game went down the down the rails like. He was like one in ten.” 

“What about you stella?” Kate sent the youngest Hughes a warm smile, looking at Stella who was sitting Criss crossed on the couch watching Luke.  Stella perked up at the mention of her name and sent Kate a happy smile, but before she could answer, Luke was quick to jump in and answer for her with a laugh “Stella’s the worst!” 

Everyone in the room laughs at the dramatic gasp that Stella let out. Jack, who was leaning against the wall, laughing louder than the rest at the offended look Stella sends him. Quinn just shrugs, he was not going to get in between Stella and Luke today. The Producer chuckles himself before asking Quinn another answer “are you the cook in the house?” 

Stella zones out as Quinn answers the question, her eyes dropping down to her lap where her phone rested when she felt it vibrate, a shy smile coming across her face when she sees who texted her. She bit her bottom lip to hide her smile, not wanting to give her suddenly happy mood away. 

lovey 🩵: do you think i'd survive sneaking through your window tonight? 

pretty girl 🩷: are you brave enough to try? (i give you a 40% survival rate) 

lovey 🩵: Bet! (i’d die happy though) 

“Isn't that right stella?” Quinn asked Stella, wanting her to agree with how he's a much better cook. Stella looks up from her phone where she was lost in her own world and sees everyone looking at her for an answer, but the only answer they got was a confused frown and a small “Huh.” 

Quinn and Jack chuckle while Luke narrows his eyes on her phone, Stella quickly shutting it off when she sees Luke's stare. Quinn chuckles and gives the camera a cheeky smile “I'm gonna take that as a yes.” 

Stella sat in the corner of the boat, a blanket over her lap and her hands stuffed into the front pocket of Luke's hoodie that she stole. She wanted to go sit up on the front of the boat, curled up next to her mom but they wanted her to sit with Luke and Jack, the fans wanted to see the siblings together more apparently. 

“Get your toes away from me” Stella quietly hissed at jack when he rested them up on the seat next to her, Luke who was laying on his stomach behind her stifled his laugh at the groan of annoyance stella lets out when jack teasingly moves his toes closer to her. Ellen leans forward and looks back at her children, she sends a warning look to her middle son and leans back, knowing that's all she'd have to do for him to stop bugging his sister.

Jack rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed huff when Stella sends him a triumphant smirk, Stella leans back against the seat and looks out at the water as she listens to Quinn answer all the questions and talk about the lake. Luke absentmindedly played with a few strands of Stella's hair as he also zoned out looking out at the water. 

Stella brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arm around her knees, resting her chin on top of them. She bounces in her seats at the waves quinn goes over, a laugh leaving her lips when her mother starts to shout at quinn and stand up “I’m kidding it's going to be fine” Quinn laughed as he watched his mom stand up, wanting to get away from the splashes of water. 

A surprised gasp leaves Stella's lips and her body stills when she feels a cold chill run through her body, as she feels water come up and splash her in the face and neck. Everyone laughs on the boat as she hurriedly wipes off the water from her face, a loud laugh coming from quinn’s lips when stella whines “Quinnnn” Jack smiles and takes his hat off and drops it on Stella's head, protecting her face from the water. 

Quinn gives the camera a big grin before shrugging his shoulders “oops.” 

“What's the five for?” Kate asks Quinn as she motions towards the garage wall where four numbers in blue spray paint were written. 43,86,43 and 5. Quinn, Kate and the rest of the crew where in the garage, filming quinn as he shot some pucks, showing off the ‘shooting room.’ 

Quinn paused to catch his breath and turned to look back at the wall, memories flooding through his mind of him and his siblings all putting their number on the wall after the ‘shooting room’ was done. A great memory. Quinn smiled fondly as he looked at kate “Oh that's stella number when she used to play.” 

“And I'm guessing those are hers too” Kate laughed as she pointed at the light pink skates that had a bunch of different stickers on them, the laces pink as well. Quinn chuckles and nods as he looks back at the skate's jack had gotten her a year ago, while Luke got her a new pack of stickers “yeah those are stella’s, she likes coming down and shooting with us.” 

“Is she any good?” the producer asks, even though he already knew the answer. All the brothers have mentioned Stella's hockey skills before.  Quinn leans down to take off his skates, ready to show them the next thing on the schedule. Quinn smirks at the camera “She's my sister, of course she is.” 

At the end of the video the camera is filming all the guys playing a friendly skirmish, and you can see Stella sitting on the bench cheering for Cole who was on a breakaway! 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I bet you all can guess who she was texting !!! I just know the fans would eat the content up !!! I know it’s short but I didn’t really want to put a lot of Stella in this video, just a perfect amount where the fans would want more of her !!! )

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[bunny-j3st3r]

su/ici/de mention under cut and depression stuff

I think I’m ready to talk about some stuff in my life that’s been happening as of late.

About two-ish months ago I had a rather large relapse in my mental health, I was thinking of the future and getting myself scared, I was thinking how I can’t afford to live on my own and if something happened to my folks I would be homeless, I was thinking how my dogs are getting older and I already lost two dogs due to health issues in a short span of each other, I don’t think I’m mentally prepared if my chihuahua passes away this year.

I was thinking about old photos I saw once, my mom showed me a picture of my great aunt and she looked exactly like me, it was like I was looking in a mirror, my mom told me she died due to weight issues that gave her a heart attack in her 40s, it scared me as being someone who is very overweight due to things that happened in my past that gave me bad habits today.

I was thinking how I can barely afford to live anymore, how I have to beg for help and hope strangers will be kind enough to give money to me to pay for groceries that I can barely afford anymore, how I’ve not really gone out and enjoyed myself for months because I’m so scared that even spending money on a new book is money I could of spent buying much needed food and essentials.  

I relapses very severely, I was going down hill further and further and I had planned on taking my own life when my parents were on holiday so no one would be around to help me.

I had planned it all, worked it out and I had it all sorted for last month, was going to just down as many of my parents left over medication as I could, regardless of what it was, didn’t know what half of them where, I just knew there was a bag of medication that my folks had planned to return to the chemist after there holiday since that had a surplus supply they didn’t need. 

I sat there on I think it was thursday, I remember it had been raining all day and I sat at the back door, watching how heavy the rain was, I had the bag in hand and a large glass of water ready and I just sat and watched.

And then all my dogs started to sit around me, watching with me as I just watched and then our puppy who we didn’t have that long laid her head on my hand that I was gripping the bag in.

I felt myself starting to cry, I don’t remember much, I remember crying so much to the point I was sick a few times, I remember wheezing and then just collapsing on to the couch, burying myself under blankets and all the dogs trying to get on to the couch with me to lay on me.

I remember falling asleep while crying but smiling because a special friend to me sent me a dumb meme as I was going through this, blissfully unaware of the events that I had just planned.

I don’t think I woke up till late that day, the sun was shining, the weather was warm as if my family looking down on me were telling me that the moment had passed.

I stuffed the bag back into the closet and messaged my mom, her and dad still don’t know what I had planned and I don’t think I’ll ever tell them.

I had a bath, I cooked a decent meal and played video games most of that day while also working a little bit in the garden.

In the end I decided to book my first holiday abroad that will be by myself, something I can pay of monthly, I brought myself the new zelda game and have spent a good chunk of time away playing that.

I also started to walk more, I do a 5k hike every few days into the woods and across the fields and just take everything in as I’m going, I want to better myself.

I’m still struggling atm, I’m still finding it hard to talk to most people or be involved in things my friends are all involved in but the matter of fact is I’m here.

I’m here and I’m alive and I am trying to become a better person for myself, even with all my struggles, I’ll work it out, I’m still scared but I’ll work through it.

[mariaofdoranelle]

Golden Tattoo — Part 2

Rowaelin Month 2022 — Day 2: Pregnancy/Babies

Part 1 (yesterday’s songfic)

I’d say Aelin’s giving off if I bleed you’ll be the last to know energy but she’s definitely not bleeding in this lol

Warnings: mentions of sex, language,

Word count: 2,4k

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

Aelin’s whole body was shaking as her arms tried to reach her lifted feet.

“Buzzard... you’ll never... choose... our Sunday activity... again,” she panted.

The effortless bastard just chuckled at her misery. “The next one is our last. Just lay down with your feet apart and close your eyes.”

“That’s it?” she asked when he didn’t correct her position.

“Yep, just close your eyes. It’s the Corpse Pose. Now we meditate.”

Aelin hummed. She might hate yoga less than she thought. It was like her body was melting into Rowan’s mat. As her muscles loosened, she finally started feeling comfortable and clear-headed. Aelin Galathynius, kicking meditation’s ass.

~~~~

She woke up with the sound of the front door closing. When did she get in her bed? Looking for the source of the sound, Aelin found Rowan in the kitchen, filled with bags.

“You went to the supermarket without me?”

Rowan kissed her. “I didn’t want to wake you up. Can we talk later?”

Aelin swallowed, nodded and started putting the vegetables in the fridge, but stopped as soon as she felt nauseous again. Deep breaths. It’d be fine. Rowan was quick to notice something was wrong, and told her to rest while he organized the kitchen and made lunch for them.

She decided to sit on the couch and look at Rowan’s progress in Animal Crossing. Ever since they won this video game—and have been fucking around the house, she briefly thought—, Aelin only played with it twice, but her roommate seemed to love managing his little island. Running from one place to the other, she just needed something to distract her from the churning stomach she had. Aelin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew her body like the back of her hand, and this queasy feeling was definitely anxiety.

In the three and a half months since Aelin had sex with Rowan and then suggested they shouldn’t rush into defining their relationship, she spent her days either lost in his touch or worrying about what would happen next. Her stomachaches became full nausea on the last two weeks because of course her body couldn’t stand her mind anymore. Should she tell him how she felt? If she did, what are the chances he’d reciprocate it? If he didn’t, would things be so awkward she’d have to move out of the house? Aelin really loved her house, but leaving it wouldn’t be near as hurtful as losing Rowan and their friend group. Would Elide, Lorcan and Fenrys be mad if she broke the gang? Of course they would. It was so selfish of her to risk monthly wine tasting because she had stupid feelings. Oh God, what would Rowan tell his parents when she stopped showing up at the Whitethorn barbecues? Would his mom—

“Hey, Fireheart. Lunch’s ready.” Rowan kissed the top of her head and sat at the other end of the couch, holding her feet on his lap. “You’re looking a bit pale, is everything okay?”

Aelin sent him the most convincing smile she could and looked at their already set table, that today had two special guests: beans and dark green vegetables. With a frown, she asked, “Are we changing our diet?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.” Rowan started massaging her foot, but she recognized his fiddling tendencies when nervous. “I noticed how tired you’ve been lately, and it got me wondering if you’re having iron deficiency again.”

“Maybe you’re the one wearing me out,” she teased, and he had the gall to blush.

“I’m being serious.”

Aelin’s posture slumped. The worrywart Buzzard. “I know. It actually makes sense.” She sent him a small smile. “I’ll ask Elide if I’m anemic if you stop fussing, what do you think?” With the nausea subsided, she climbed on Rowan’s lap and kissed his cheek. The grip on her waist made her bold enough to start kissing his neck. “Can I thank you for lunch now?” With that, Aelin rolled her hips against his, making him grip her ass and claim her mouth.

Well, lunch could wait.

~~~~

On the next day, Aelin called Lorcan and found out Elide was at the ER. Perfect. She knew she should go to Ellie’s office for this, but she didn’t like it because it was too busy and the assistant, Manon, clearly disliked her. After asking for an uber because it would be cheaper than paying the hospital’s parking fee, the wait wasn’t long and it was pretty easy to persuade the intern into asking for Dr. Lochan.

“Hey, Ace. What does my favorite scary blonde lady need?”

Aelin gaped. “Is that how that dweeb described me?”

“Be nice to my intern.” Elide pointed a finger at her with clamped lips that did nothing to hide her amusement. After the mood sobered, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m anxious and anemic,” Aelin blurted before explaining her symptoms. Grabbing her old psychiatrist’s prescription, she continued, “I just need you to renew this and recommend iron tablets and I’ll be gone.”

Elide gripped the paper, frowning. “It’s ripped in two.”

“And taped back together.”

“I’m not a psychiatrist, Ace, you know I can’t give you these meds.” Elide sighed and handed Aelin the old prescription back. “Do you want me to run a blood test? It’ll be the iron levels and a few other possible things.”

Aelin laid on the cot and extended her arm. “Go on.”

After Elide asked someone to take the blood sample, Aelin was completely bored while waiting for the results. She read a thing or two online, posted a hospital story, had to explain to Rowan’s mom and Aedion that she was fine and it was probably just anemia again. The usual stuff.

Elide soon came back and closed the privacy curtain. “You’re anemic.”

“I told you—”

“And pregnant.” Elide’s voice was so soft Aelin could’ve missed her friend’s joke.

She laughed. “No, I’m not.”

“Do you want to see the blood tests?” Elide arched an eyebrow in that authoritative way of hers.

“But I used condoms like 90 percent of the time,” Aelin whined.

“First, those 10 percent count. Second, please tell me you’re not using those lousy condoms you used to buy on sale.”

“Do not insult Perrington Protection.”

“Who buys condoms from a company who also sells diapers?”

Nope. They would not have the same argument they used to have back in college. Aelin groaned. “You’re missing the point. My parents had bad, really traumatizing fertility issues. Me suddenly being pregnant doesn’t make any sense.”

Elide sat on the cot next to Aelin. “Does baby daddy have a history like that too?”

She froze, her heartbeat picking up now that she realized the depth of what was going on. Oh God. Rowan. His baby. On her belly. A tiny baby with his eyes and her nose or her eyes and his nose or even his eyes and nose because the Whitethorns all looked the same. The Whitethorns, who reproduced themselves like rabbits. Apart from Rowan being a single child, that was the rule, wasn’t it? She started feeling dizzy as the reality settled in, and she was definitely going to—

Sensing what was going on, Ellie grabbed a bucket in record time, giving Aelin something to throw up in. Giving her gentle pats on the back, she prompted, “I’m not mad you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone, by the way.”

Aelin sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk,” she whispered while pulling Aelin into a hug.

After seeing her results and going over a few things, Elide recommended a trusted OB friend and soon discharged her, so Aelin walked for a few blocks until she found one of the many piers Doranelle had. Just the smell of her favorite ice cream shop nearly made her gag, but she settled on some street fries and sat on a bench.

Pregnant.

Aelin Galathynius, knocked up by her best friend. The situation wasn’t ideal, but if she had to choose someone to knock her up, it would be Rowan. Maybe because she was in love with him. Maybe because if everything between them went to shit, at least their kids would be good-looking. Staring into the river, Aelin sighed. Her head was a mess today.

From Ellie’s count, she was about 9 weeks pregnant. Aelin held her belly protectively as she remembered the baby was as big as a grape now. She was happy, even if the situation wasn’t ideal. And then she mentally chastised herself. Aelin had a stable job that allowed her to support Grapy alone. She was emotionally capable of nurturing a child. Her family would certainly spoil the baby rotten. Even if Rowan didn’t want them, his parents were always complaining about their lack of grandkids. But would he feel comfortable with Grapy maintaining contact with his family if he distanced himself? Dear Mala, she would have to move out of the apartment. If Rowan didn’t want them, that is. Which was a possibility. Aelin could move to Varese with her parents, perhaps. It’d be easy since she worked from home, but she needed to speak with Rowan first.

Aelin took a deep breath. Every possible scenario started with telling him she was having his baby. And she couldn’t expect Rowan to give Grapy his last name and become a family if he didn’t know how she felt. Which led her to the same dilemma of the last years. In plural. Fate was such a bitch, cornering her this way, she mused while sighing.

Leaning back in her seat, Aelin just let the wind blow her hair as she tried to process everything. The smell of food from the streets vendors made her remind of her mom, and she felt a sudden urge to talk with her parents.

Calling the person with the most predictable reaction to the news, Aelin grinned when she saw her mother’s gold and blue eyes smiling back at her.

Fireheart! Why am I the last person to find out you’re anemic again?

She heard his dad’s voice mumbling something, and he soon appeared on the screen by the side of her mom.

Aelin grimaced. “About the hospital, I might’ve discovered I have another thing.”

What?

“Pregnancy.”

Aelin! Being pregnant isn’t a disease, Evalin chastised. She started going on about how children are a blessing, until her dad tapped her shoulder.

Ev, she’s pregnant. Were Rhoe’s eyes glossy?

Fireheart, was the only thing her mom said, with a breathy voice and clear tears running down her cheeks.

Rhoe yanked the phone from Evalin’s hand, and she could see the huge frown between her dad’s eyebrows. Who’s the father? Where is he?

Evalin snatched her phone back, but her face was turned to her husband. You can interrogate the father later, we have more important things to discuss.

Will he take over his responsibilities? Rhoe shouted into the microphone, like Aelin wouldn’t hear him just because she can’t see his face.

When her dad put it like that, Rowan would. He was the most responsible person she knew, and this only made it hurt more because she didn’t want to be a mere responsibility to him. It was a bit selfish, but Aelin’s true desire was for Rowan to love her and the baby, and she had a feeling a part of her would break if he just asked about expenses and custody arrangements, letting her go.

Don’t worry, Fireheart, we can move to Doranelle if you need an extra set of hands. Evalin’s words snapped Aelin back to reality, quickly warming her heart.

And after we move, I’m gonna have a word with whoever knocked you up, her dad threatened. Or promised, she’d never know.

Rhoe! What if he ends up being a good father?

“Mom. Dad.” They were still bickering. “Mom! Dad!” Aelin screamed into the microphone, earning a few glares from the people near her, even if she was alone on the bench. “I’m nine weeks, and I haven’t told the father yet. Can you please not tell anyone until I figure out what I’m going to do?”

After having them agree with this and assuring neither she or the baby would die from being pregnant and anemic at the same time, she ended the call and sighed.

Aelin kept thinking, planning, running different scenarios on her mind until the sun began to set and she started feeling drowsy.

Rowan texted her asking if she was still at the hospital, and found her less than 20 minutes after getting the location.

There was no need to look at Rowan to recognize his deep scent and the strong arm that sneaked its way across her shoulder. She leaned in.

“How was work?” He groaned in response, making Aelin chuckle. “Maeve again?”

“I need a new job,” he grumbled.

“You do,” Aelin softly whispered before pecking his jaw. Rowan leaned back a little, tilted her face towards his and kissed her. It was soft, idle, and Aelin knew he was tired just by the way he was holding her.

After leaning back, Rowan gave her a silly smile and hid a strand of hair behind her ear. “How was the hospital?”

Just like that, Aelin froze. Her heartbeat was beating a mile a minute, and she hoped Rowan wouldn’t notice the sudden tightness on her shoulders. She couldn’t tell him. He wasn’t having a good day, and Aelin haven’t even coped with the pregnancy herself, she wasn’t near ready to deal with Rowan’s reaction too.

“Is it anemia again?” he insisted.

“Yep.” Aelin nodded. “Elide sent a complaint to the Doranellian Mineral Organization asking why does Iron avoid me so much.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie. She was anemic. But also pregnant.

Rowan chuckled. “Did she prescribe you a supplement?”

“Sure.” She did. Along with prenatal vitamins.

Rowan eyed the greasy paper cone she was still holding, from the food truck nearby. Tangling his hands in her hair, he whispered, “Is there any way I can convince you to eat an iron-rich meal?”

He left kiss behind her ear. A chaste one, because they were in a public place, but it still made her whole body shiver. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He chuckled. “Can I take you home, then?” He paused. “We can also stay a bit longer of you feel like it.”

Resting her head on him, Aelin sighed. “I’m so tired. I just want to go to bed and sleep until my body can’t stand it anymore.”

Rowan hummed. “Sounds temping.” With a kiss on the crown of her head, he asked, “Cuddles?”

“Always.” That was promise enough to make her get up from the bench. Following her lead, Rowan held Aelin’s hand and took her home.

They’d spend one last night as best friends in a fragile sex bubble, and she’d tell him about the baby the following morning. First thing. No excuses or delays.

Part 3 is out!

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[cherryatiny]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 <3

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Mmh, honey, the pasta is amazing, so yummy, you should give this recipe to Seonghwa, the boys would love this.”

You murmured and dug into your food, barely taking a bite, playing around with your fork.

„Is something wrong Y/N?” asked Hongjoong with a concerned look at your sudden behaviour change.

„Well, I was thinking... you know, I'm getting old and I was thinking that I shouldn't postpone it for the child's sake. Uhm, I-I want a baby Joongie. I want to be the mom to your child.”

Hongjoong was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to the words that came out of your mouth. His hands taking yours, keeping them warm and kissing the top of your knuckles.

„You've known my opinion, I've already told you many times that I'd be more than happy to become a dad to our baby. It's your body, honey. If you think that you're ready to become a mom, I'll be more than happy to acknowledge your decision of us becoming parents. Now, finish your pasta, you need to eat and be healthy, and you can't be under stress, so after we eat, I'll give you a good massage and we'll move to my favourite part.”

You let out small laughter at his words, pleased to know that Hongjoong isn't disapproving of you wanting a baby. After all, he could still act like a dick and tell you that he'd leave you if you got pregnant. As you finished your meal, Hongjoong wrapped you in a tight hug, showering you with kisses and love. And at that moment you knew, that your baby would have the most caring parents it could ever have.

⩥ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Hwa, Hwa, what do you think of this dress, it looks good right?“ Twirling around in the changing room to see yourself from all angles, you asked your boyfriend Seonghwa for his opinion on the tight-fitting burgundy dress with a high slit on one side. You were supposed to accompany him to his company's gala, so you two went for some shopping.

„You look amazing love, we'll take them, now let's go and pay already, so we can go eat. I'm starving.“ you changed back to your clothes, folding the dress over your elbow, careful not to crease it. As you came out of the changing room, on your way to the cashier, you passed the baby section of the store, stopping to look at it. Seonghwa quickly noticed that you stopped, since his arm was wrapped around your waist, turning around to see you crumbling and melting over all those cute baby clothes, he couldn't help but frown, not understanding as to why you were checking out baby clothes.

„Uhm, what are you doing? Let's go Y/N...“ he took your hand to tug you and make you go, you not moving a step. „Seonghwa, you could wait for hours until I found the right dress, you can wait another 5 minutes. Come on, don't tell me you don't find these cute. Just look at how small it is, and all those lovely patterns“

„Okay Y/N, you found one babygrow with teddy bears on it, can we go now?“ You looked at him in disbelief, taken aback by how dry and kinda mean his answer was. „What's the attitude of yours? You don't want a kid one day?“ Crossing your arms on your chest, you looked up to meet his radiant eyes, Seonghwa without a doubt trying to come up with a diplomatic answer. „No babe, that's- that's not what I meant- Uh, let's go Y/N, I'm hungry.“

„No Seonghwa, I'm not moving from here. I want a baby, and if you don't want me to throw a tantrum and embarrass you in front of the whole shopping centre, you better tell me your opinion on us having a baby right now.“ he put on his awkward smile, rubbing his temple. „Y/N, I- the vision of us being parents to a little bundle of joy, sounds appealing, and if that's what you want, we can discuss it over lunch, okay? Now, please baby, I want to eat already.“ Seonghwa showed you the pout he knew you couldn't resist, paying for the dress you two were off to his favourite restaurant. And after finally getting to eat, it was as if Seonghwa's mind got switched, immediately joining you in your baby fever.

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

„Now open your mouth- waaa, you're such a good baby, eating so well anything I give you, even though the spinach porridge tastes horrible...” you cooed at the adorable child that was sitting in front of you in a baby chair.

You were at your friend's apartment, feeding her little princess while she was cooking. „Is Yunho coming to pick you up?” she asked with a curiousness in her voice. „Yeah, well, he's supposed to pick me up, but you know how packed his schedule is, and I don't want to stress him more, with constant nagging. But I think he might be here in maybe 20 minutes.”

Feeding her princess the last spoonful of spinach porridge, you wiped the baby with a towel, since green stains were everywhere, starting from her tiny fingers to the bridge of her nose. Changing her baby grow, so she's not in dirty clothes, laying her on the ground, you surrounded her with many different educational toys to play with, you breath out after taking care of the baby.

„Wah, Sora, you have my full respect after this day, who would've thought that taking care of a baby is this exhausting.“

„Hahah, thank you so much Y/N, you helped me a lot today, yeah well.. it is hard, but you get used to it after a while.“ and as you both chatted over a coffee, the doorbell rang signalising Yunho was here. Sora opened the door for Yunho, greeting him politely before letting him embrace you in a warm hug, showering you with kisses.

„I'm sorry I'm late Y/N, we had to finish one thing.“ he said as you walked over to the tiny princess who laid on the floor playing with toys.

„It's okay Yuyu, at least I had more time to play with this cutie, isn't she adorable? Yunho, let's make one too, I've been thinking about this for a long time, what do you think? Having a little me or you, we could feed with our love, play around with, go on walks together..., work has been exhausting lately and having a little bundle of joy to brighten up our days...“ Yunho's eyes widened happily at the idea, he actually wanted to bring it up a long time ago, but didn't want you to feel pressured so he let it be

„Baby, that sounds amazing, but only under one condition! It'll become a dancer like daddy!“ you laughed and nodded, pecking his nose, before bidding goodbye to your friend Sora to let her rest and as well get home as soon as possible so you can begin the process with....

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

„What are you doing?” you asked your boyfriend Yeosang who was sitting in the living room, his eyes glued on the screen of the TV. „Watching a variety show.”

„Variety show?” you shrugged your eyebrows and sat down on the couch next to him, wanting to see yourself since it was a rarity for your boyfriend to watch TV, less so watch some stupid variety show. Cuddling closer to Yeosang, to get warmer, you laid your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your body. „It's about kpop idols, who have to spend their days taking care of a baby.”

You hummed in understatement and watch how the people on the screen struggled to take care of babies, failing in washing or feeding them. Unable to hold the laughter any longer at how clumsy they were, you drifted your eyes to Yeosang, finding out he probably didn't find it as funny as you did. His face focused as if he was trying to learn as many things as possible, his eyes shining softly in loveliness. „What's with that look honey?” noticing you staring at him, he took his eyes off the screen, looking at your face, curiousness hearable in your voice.

„I just liked how cute it was, the giggling of the babies and how tiny they look, with their big eyes. You just want to smother them with kisses and cuddle them all day long.” You expected everything, but definitely not this, looking at him in shock. „Oh wow, I mean, yeah, they're cute.. do you want one? I've been playing with this idea in my head for a long time, but I didn't know how to approach you with it. Do you want a kid?”

Eyes widening in excitements, he pulled you closer to him, squeezing you hard in a hug. „I thought you would've never asked. I would love to have a child oh my god Y/N, you've just made me the happiest man on this planet. We are gonna make babies!”

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

Me: [video attachment]

Me: oh my god Sannie, look at how cute it is when it tries to say 'mama'

San: adorable but not as adorable as you

Continuing in your previous activity of scrolling down all the baby-themed pages of Instagram, you adored all those lovely videos of newborns with their parents. Drifting your mind into your little world full of babies, you heard the front door opening, signalising your boyfriend San came back home from the work. Getting up from the couch you were sitting on, you ran to the hallway, falling into his embrace, he picked you up slightly so that you were standing on your tip-toes, eye-level with him, giving his lips a light peck. „What was with the baby videos you sent to me the whole day, darling?”

Landing you back on your feet, you took his bag from his hand and went to the kitchen, San following you. „I don't know, I just couldn't help myself, they were too cute to not send you.” Placing his bag on the dining table and sitting on the kitchen counter you poured yourself a glass of water, waiting for him to react to your words in any way, instead he just hummed in understatement. „Mhm, maybe you've caught a baby fever.” chuckling at his words you put the glass back on the counter, tilting your head and looking him deep into his dark eyes.

„Yeah I know, I want a baby San. Make me a child please.” almost choking on his water he spilt some of it on you, taking you back with his action. „Uh, I, baby? I mean, yeah they're cute and all, but having our own? Wouldn't you prefer having another kitty? Byeol must be feeling lonely...” pouting and shrugging your eyebrows, you scoffed at his words playfully. „I'm feeling lonely too, so make me a baby, we might consider buying another kitty, but first things first, I want a child, think of the idea, we could shower it with love, play with it, imagine walking it to the kindergarten every day, the idea itself is just so precious.” smiling at your words San thought about the idea as well, firstly seeing you with a swollen belly, he could peck every day and then caress it singing to the baby in the womb, then after it was born, just seeing the tiny bundle of love sleep in his arms, all those making his heart flutter, sooner or later after some serious discussions, agreeing to try for a baby.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

„Isn't Seonghwa's daughter cute? Aww, she's such a cute princess, I was playing with her while you two trained and she's so polite and kind as well. Seonghwa must be an amazing father no doubt.“ coming home from his practice you accompanied him to, Mingi was so exhausted, that he just laid on your lap, listening to what you had to say. Humming in agreement to your chatter about Seonghwa and his little daughter.

„Seeing how well he manages to take care of her, despite being an idol, I realised that it's possible and I don't necessarily hold back just because of your work. I wanted to come with this idea in a few years when your schedule won't be so hard, but I just really want to have a child. I want to be here for you so I'll understand if your schedule won't allow you to have a child right now, but just think about this, okay Mingi?“ Not getting any answer you leaned down, to look at his face, seeing him already asleep. „Geeesh, you could've told me that you're asleep, now I have to overgo this conversation again in the morning.“ pouting, you lifted his head lightly to not wake him up, laying down and putting it back on your belly. Pulling a comforter over the two of you, you caressed his head as you were slowly falling asleep yourself.

As you woke up to the sound of your alarm, sitting up, you noticed that Mingi's side of the bed was empty and cold, meaning he left a long time ago „He's probably training already...“ Stretching your body to wake up properly, you went down to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water to start the day. Instead being met with a fully served table full of your favourite breakfast meal. „If you want a baby, you have to eat proper and healthy meals, I actually heard you yesterday, so don't worry, you don't have to overgo the conversation again, I'm in. Now, come and eat before it gets cold.“

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Laying in the rose-scented water with foamy bubbles, your back pressed against your boyfriend's chest, Wooyoung's hands wrapped around you, you two just laying there and enjoying the peaceful and relaxing moment with each other. „Wooyoungie, yesterday you asked me what gift I want for Christmas.“

„Mhm, yes I remember, so? Have you decided, you know, because I don't want to give you something you won't like...“ Tilting your head back to look at him, hesitantly smiling at him. „I was mulling over it carefully... and I came to the result that I want a baby.“ you could feel his grip tighten around your frame. „A baby? Why a baby when you have me? If we'll have a baby we won't have that much time for each other, I don't want to lose you. You'll abandon me for the sake of the baby. You can baby me.“ Sighing at his jealousness of your potential baby you turned your head back to its previous place, looking at the wall in front of you, trying to come up with the best response.

„Wooyoungie, what are you talking about? Are you jealous? Don't be, of course, I won't abandon you, you'll still be the number one person in my life, along with our baby. Come on, have you ever taken care of a baby? Trust me you'd love it, I could take care of you and the baby as well and shower you both with my love. I want a baby Wooyoungie, please honey, pretty please.“ Kissing your shoulders, Wooyoung nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. „But why a baby? We could get a puppy, it's basically the same.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„Baby, baby, baby, baby!“ playfully yelling those words into Jongho's ears, knowing well the word 'baby' irritated him since yesterday's night when you confessed to him that you want a baby. „Y/N darling, please stop.“ looking at his whining face, you poked his nose, kissing his cheek. „Not until you tell me why you don't want a baby, yesterday you just told me no without any reason. I need to understand, Jong.“ Sighing at your childish demeanour, your eyes digging holes into him. „Okay, okay, but promise me to stop with this when I give you a proper explanation.“ Raising his pinky to your eye-level, intertwining yours with his.

„Remember that you just pinky-promised, so, what were you asking? Ah right, why do I not want a baby? I mean, isn't it obvious? I'm too young to have a baby! And you're too, you should stop hanging out with hyungs' partners, I'm sure they gave you this idea!“ pouting at his explanation, you crossed your arms on your chest. „Okay then I want a kitty!“ looking up at your face to see if you were serious, he realized you were. „Oh my- Y/N, why are you doing this? We don't need a baby nor a cat right now!“

„We need! You won't let me baby you and take care of you anymore since you try to act like an independent adult, that's why I want a baby or kitten I can spoil with love.“ laying his head in your lap, looking up at you. „If that's why, you can baby me, but no baby for a few years and no cat, it'll leave fur and hair everywhere. But if you insist, rather the baby than the cat.“

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-More Hearts Than Mine-

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

Especially when a global pandemic is sweeping the world.

With lockdowns and stay at home orders looming on the horizon, the uncertainty of their situation becomes almost too much for Whitney Taylor to handle. Chris suggests that they quarantine together to avoid any potential separations but, given what happened the last time they spent more than a few brief moments in each other’s company, that could cause more problems than it solves…

Chris Evans x OFC

Sequel to: Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Part Two

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Part Three

I did my best to take Scott's words to heart. It was eye-opening and, while it didn't change my concerns about how Grayson would be affected, it helped me soften my guard a little bit when it came to Chris.

We were both in over our heads, stuck with feelings that we didn't know what to do with and insecurities that left us unable to fight for what we wanted. I had doubts and I had questions, but if what Scott had divulged was true then I did have some sympathy for Chris because I knew exactly how he'd been feeling for the last few years.

So, I decided to talk to him. To hash it out, lay it all on the table and see what he had to say. I wasn't entirely sure I would change my mind about the situation, but I wanted to give him a chance to explain his thoughts and feelings unlike how I'd shut the conversation down after Christmas.

But I didn't count on how chaotic it was to be trapped in a house, all day every day, with a child who was almost three. Even with three adults, there were days when it felt like we were the ones who were outnumbered as we took turns trying to keep him constantly entertained and stimulated. To our credit, it was working and we were managing to keep Grayson from being bored, anxious to go out to a park or noticing that things were all that different, but it meant that I had no time or energy to deal with heavy conversations. Things were fine between Chris and I, we were getting along well enough with no more noteworthy disagreements, but there hadn't been a good time for any kind of heart-to-heart.

Things only got more complicated about a week and a half into our lockdown when Chris had to start doing interviews. He had a new show, Defending Jacob, coming out in a few weeks and he had to start the promo for it.

Most people who were working from home these days with small children running around had way more difficult situations to balance than we did, but we knew it would be tricky to keep Grayson from getting curious and barging into an interview. He'd proven to be quite sneaky when he wanted to be and Chris was anxious about the whole thing. He wasn't a big fan of interviews at the best of times so doing it over Zoom made him even more nervous. He spent the whole morning fretting about it being awkward, concerned that he wouldn't be able to relax and act natural, and it seemed like he was channelling his anxiety into his worries about Grayson. He very much liked to be in control of what the world saw of Gray and having him crash an interview wasn't what he wanted. I completely agreed and assured him several times that I wouldn't let that happen, but I could tell he was still stressed about it as he dragged himself off to get ready.

For the first hour or so that Chris was working, things went well. We read a story and played with some Lego, activities that wouldn't get Grayson too excited and noisy, but when Scott suggested that he curl up on the couch and watch Finding Nemo with him, we ran into a problem.

"Okay!" Grayson cheered, jumping up from where we'd been playing on the floor. "Be right back!"

He took off down the hall and I leapt into action, calling his name and stopping him just as he got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Where are you going, buddy?"

"To get my bear!"

Grayson's room was upstairs, next to Chris' office. He knew where Chris was so I knew there was a good chance he would stop by to say hello on his way past the door.

"Why don't you go get settled on the couch with Uncle Scott and I'll get your bear so you don't miss any of the movie?" I suggested. "Is he in your room?"

"No," he shook his head. "He's in Daddy's office."

I held back a groan, knowing that Gray would not be happy if I explained that he couldn't have his bear for the movie because we weren't allowed in Daddy's office right now. But I also knew that now he'd decided that he wanted to watch a movie, it wasn't likely that he would settle doing anything else either.

"Well, Daddy's very busy in his office right now," I explained. "But I'll go upstairs and see if I can sneak in and get him, okay?"

Grayson agreed to that suggestion and ran off back towards the living room as I glanced at the clock on the wall quickly and hoped that Chris was between interviews. I knew he wouldn't be done for the day just yet, but he had a few lined up so there was a chance that he wasn't currently on a call.

As soon as I pressed my ear to the door of Chris' office, my hopes were dashed. I could hear the sound of laughter echoing through from his laptop so I knew he was in the middle of something, but just as I was about to walk away I heard something that caught my attention.

"You have a son of your own, don't you?" The interviewer asked and I cringed, knowing that it wasn't something Chris liked to discuss. His character in the show was a father though so I wasn't surprised it had come up, it gave them a segue that they hadn't really had before. "How is that going with this lockdown?"

Ever the professional, Chris didn't even hesitate before he answered even though I knew he would be annoyed by the line of questioning.

"Oh, it's great! He's staying with me until all this is over so it's great that we get to spend so much time together," he told the interviewer. "I'm lucky enough to be in a situation where I can just take a few months off until things cool down without too much worry so we've just been relaxing, building blanket forts, watching movies and getting in some bonding time that I miss out on when I'm busy. It's had some challenges, but it's been really nice."

I knew I shouldn't be listening, it was rude to eavesdrop even if the conversation would shortly be broadcast to the whole world, but again, the interviewer's next question had me too intrigued to walk away. Despite all the talking points that he could have chosen from Chris' answer, he zeroed in on one thing.

"He's staying with you for the entire lockdown? Is there a rekindled romance we don't know about?" He asked. "Or is his mother no longer in the picture?"

My jaw dropped. I didn't know who Chris was talking with today, but it wasn't like his team to set him up for any interviews where he would be asked questions like that and most interviewers were too polite to fish for the kind of gossip you'd find in a trashy magazine.

"Oh, I'm not gonna get into all that." Chris' tone was much more clipped than it had been moments before - he was clearly not impressed by the question either. "It's not anyone's business really, is it? But I will say that she is definitely in the picture and one of the best moms that I know. She's staying here with us too."

My heart melted a bit at his compliment even though I knew the words he added at the end meant that we were in for a whole new gossip storm.

It suddenly felt like I really was overstepping by standing at the door listening to this conversation without his knowledge so I headed back downstairs. As I got back into the living room, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent a message to Chris:

It would appear that you have a stowaway. I know you're busy, but please return Mr. Bear at your earliest convenience.

I put my phone away as I explained the situation to Grayson, but luckily, he was too interested in the movie to pay much attention to what I'd said. By the time Chris came down with the bear, it was like he'd forgotten that he ever cared about it in the first place.

Most of my attention was on Chris at that point though. The way he scurried into the room, avoiding looking in my direction at all. He looked ashamed and withdrawn and I couldn't hold back a sigh when he left the room quickly as I knew that he was beating himself up over the conversation that he didn't even know I'd heard.

-

Chris was sullen for the rest of the day. He perked up around Grayson, but whenever Gray was distracted there was a scowl or a frown firmly planted on his face. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how without confessing that I'd overheard his interview. Given his mood and the ease with which we fell into disagreements these days, that seemed like it would cause more issues than it would help.

The news broke at about eleven that night and I knew because I was suddenly inundated with texts from friends and with follower requests on my private social media accounts. I pulled up the video and watched the interview, feeling another wave of empathy when I saw the annoyance written all over Chris' face as he answered the questions. He'd found a subtle way to shut the interview down almost immediately after the incident and I was proud of him for handling it so diplomatically.

I added it to the list of things that I needed to talk to Chris about whenever I got the chance as I pulled myself away from my laptop and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed. However, when I got into the hallway, I noticed a light coming up from downstairs. As far as I knew, everyone had gone to bed almost an hour ago, but I had a good idea whose thoughts would be keeping them awake so I headed down to investigate.

My suspicions were confirmed as I walked into the living room and saw Chris on the couch, his phone in his hand and his brow furrowed.

"Uh oh," I started, making his eyes snap up towards me. "Are you doomscrolling?"

The angry look on his face softened slightly as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Doomscrolling?"

"Yeah," I shrugged with a smile. "That's what the kids call it these days when you spend too long scrolling through the news or Twitter, just soaking in all the bad shit in the world."

Chris chuckled as I moved into the room and sat on the opposite end of the couch that he was on, tucking my feet underneath me.

"I didn't know you were so down with the kids these days."

"I'm getting old, Chris. I'm almost thirty-two, I have to stay cool somehow." I shot him a wink. "But anyway, what are you reading that's making you look so grumpy?"

Chris sighed and locked his phone, putting it on the end table next to the couch.

"I said something in an interview today," he admitted. "Something that I shouldn't have said."

I watched him for a moment, waiting for him to look at me and elaborate, but when he didn't, I spoke up.

"I hope you're not about to tell me that you regret saying what a good mom I am or I'll be really disappointed..."

That comment brought Chris' gaze back to me, his shock evident on his face until it faded into a grimace.

"You heard what I said?"

"I watched the video," I admitted. "I had a flurry of Instagram activity that tipped me off."

"You didn't read the comments, did you?"

There was worry written all over Chris' face when I shrugged.

"Of course I did. Can't have my self-esteem getting too high, can we?" I was teasing, but his look of gloom only deepened. "Chris, it doesn't matter. I'm no supermodel, they're not saying anything I don't already know."

"See, this is what bothers me," Chris snapped. "My so-called 'fans' are out there spewing all this crap about you and you're acting like it's all true, so who cares? Well, I care because it's bullshit and you don't deserve it!"

"I didn't mean it like that," I assured him, keeping my voice quiet in an attempt to cool the situation.

We'd been here many times over the years and I knew how enraged the comments made Chris. He saw right through me, he knew that I took some of the things that had been said to heart, but who wouldn't? It's hard not to take it personally when someone points out your biggest insecurities, the things that you hope no one else notices, the things that you tell yourself can't possibly be true or as bad as you think in your head. It's impossible not to let it get to you a little bit, but I was well practiced at dealing with it and had grown a thicker skin.

At least, when it came to the comments about my appearance. The comments about how I'm not good enough and how Chris could do better always struck a cord, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

"No?" Chris huffed. "What did you mean then?"

"That I know I'm an easy target because I'm not stick thin with a boob job," I answered, wanting to diffuse the situation before Chris got too upset. "They're cruel and mean, but they're just jealous because they think their dream boyfriend is taken now."

"Well, anyone who claims to be a real fan of mine wouldn't talk like that about someone I care about," he grumbled. "I shouldn't have answered, I should have just ignored the question."

"Actually, I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad you set the record straight rather than have everyone think I've abandoned my child. I would probably get even more hate for that."

"He shouldn't have even asked about it," Chris continued. "It was so out of line. Why can't people just mind their own business?"

"Because everyone adores you and has a burning desire to know everything about you," I teased, stretching my feet out to nudge his leg gently. His lips twitched briefly into a smile, but it faded as fast as it appeared. "Even my friends were all messaging me, asking if it was true like gossiping teenage girls. Everyone wants the Chris Evans scoop."

That comment earned me a chuckle and I relaxed slightly, hoping that he was starting to calm down.

"I'm sure your friends were more interested in the gossip about your life, not because of me."

"I dunno," I shrugged. "They always liked you."

Chris smiled, but a sigh slipped from his lips as he draped his arm over my feet where they rested on the couch next to him. We sat quietly for a moment as I continued watching him, wishing there was something I could say to ease the worry in his mind, but his next words left me a little bit speechless.

"I do get it, you know?" He said, his eyes still fixed firmly on the ground in front of him. "I get why you wouldn't want to be with me. I get that it's a lot to deal with."

My heart sank at his admission and I scrambled to figure out what to say.

It wasn't ideal - discussing our relationship, while he was already feeling quite murderous - but he'd brought it up and it was hard to say when we'd get another chance. Once again, I found myself fighting the urge to bolt for the door, but I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, hoping that this would be a civil conversation.

"Chris, it's not that," I insisted, my voice soft in what I hoped would be a soothing tone. "Maybe they didn't do anything to ease my concerns, but the bullies on the internet aren't what scared me away."

"No?" His eyes flicked up to meet mine. "Then what did?"

He sounded so defeated and I bit my lip to keep my emotions from bubbling up. The truth was that I didn't know where to start. There was too much floating around my head, too many questions and too many explanations that made less sense now that I knew what I knew after speaking with Scott. I was scared, but it was a very justified fear that could only be made sense of by answering his question with another question.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were in love with me?"

Chris raised an eyebrow, but shrugged off the question.

"You didn't seem like you wanted to hear it, Whitney. I told you that I was all in after Christmas and you shut me down pretty fast," he pointed out. "I didn't think blurting out a confession of love would do much to change that."

Had that been what I was referring to, it would have been a fair argument. However, I was referring to long before our latest incident so I shook my head.

"I talked to Scott," I confessed as a slight look of betrayal slid onto Chris’ face. "Don't be mad, he'd had a few drinks and was feeling sentimental. He told me that you were in love with me long before Grayson was even in the picture, but you never told me."

"I slept with you, didn't I?" He questioned, a defensiveness creeping into his tone. "Doesn't that make someone's feelings pretty fuckin' clear?"

"Hardly," I scoffed. "People sleep with people they're not in love with all the time and it becomes even less clear when they meet up afterwards to have a discussion about their relationship and that someone makes no mention of being in love."

"Was it really a discussion? Or did I show up at your apartment just to hear you lay out the ground rules?"

I faltered slightly as I thought back, but after a moment of reflection, I nodded.

"It was a discussion."

"I believe the first words out of your mouth were 'I think we both know that we're better off as friends'," he informed me. "Doesn't leave much room for debate."

"I was scared." That confession came out less confidently, but I found my voice again quickly. "And I assumed that's what you wanted too because you never pushed back."

He cocked his head to the side, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"You weren't the only one who was scared."

"I was the only one who was pregnant," I retorted, my tone growing harsher as my frustrations started to rise. "I was the only one who was trying to make a massive life decision while hormonal and growing another human being inside of them."

"That's fair," Chris nodded, his voice much calmer than I expected after my burst of annoyance. "But I wasn't about to pour my heart out and tell you how I felt when you kept talking about what a mistake we'd made as if you'd never regretted anything more in your life."

"Getting pregnant was a mistake," I clarified. "I love Grayson and I wouldn't change it for anything, but we can't say it wasn't a mistake at the time given our situation."

"A situation that you didn't want to change."

"Only because you never told me how you felt," I shot back. "I didn't want you to commit to something out of a sense of obligation. I didn't want you to put up with me for a few years until you dumped me for someone more in your league who you actually cared about."

There was a look of surprise on Chris' face at that revelation as it became more and more obvious to both of us that we hadn't been as good at communicating as we may have thought. It seemed we'd both been so convinced that we knew exactly how the other person felt that we hadn't bothered to actually ask them.

"But I did care about you," he assured me. "And you never told me how you felt either."

"I slept with you, didn't I?"

There was a smirk on my face as I threw his words back at him despite the anxiety that was bubbling inside me.

"A wise woman just informed me that sleeping with someone doesn't necessarily mean anything," he teased, a soft smile on his face. "But I think it's safe to say that we were both cowards."

"Again, in my defence, I was pregnant," I reminded him. "I was trying to make a logical decision while my brain was muddled with hormones."

"But you could have told me after," he pointed out. "We lived together for year after he was born, Whitney, and you never even dropped a hint."

"Oh, please," I snorted out a harsh laugh. "Do you remember what that year was like? We had a newborn baby who never slept for more than ten minutes at a time and you were flying in and out for the first six months, filming one of the Avengers movies. I was delirious, exhausted and emotionally wrecked. I wasn't in the right head space to give much thought to our relationship."

"So, if I had made a move back then? Would it have made a difference?" He asked. "Because it didn't seem to matter much a few months ago."

This was the real issue at hand.

It was all well and good to talk about the past and how we'd managed to come this far so oblivious to each other's feelings, but the real discussion was where we were at now. And the truth was, that I didn't know.

I opened my mouth to answer, but shut it as my words escaped me. I shifted nervously, shrugging under his stare until a sigh fell from my lips.

"I'm not sure anymore," I admitted. "If you'd told me how you felt back then, if you fought for us to be together then I might've been swayed."

"But now?"

"Now, I think we made the right decision for Grayson."

Chris was still staring me down, his eyes locked on mine as if he was looking into my soul. It was an intensity that was hard to endure and I was relieved when he spoke again, despite how his words made my heart ache.

"But what about the right decision for us?"

"That's not what's important," I insisted. "I've seen so many of my friends struggle through their parents' bitter divorces, I don't want that for Gray. I don't want us to lose our ability to work as a team and put him first."

"Yeah, you mentioned that several times," Chris huffed. "But I don't see why you're so fuckin' convinced that we'd end up hating each other."

His frustration and impatience was shining through and I felt my panic rising again. Chris had made his stance clear and I knew I needed to make a decision soon or my lack of decision would decide for me, but I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The thought of not being with Chris made my heart ache especially now that I knew the extent of his feelings, but the thought of being with him and the consequences that could come from that set every anxious nerve in my body on edge.

I found myself scrambling for something to say that was non-committal, but would placate the situation. I floundered until, fortunately, a tiny voice from the doorway saved me.

"Daddy said a bad word..."

I leapt off the couch, desperate for any excuse to get away and Chris raised his eyebrow at my swift reaction. I ignored him as I looked at Grayson, who was rubbing his eyes with one hand and clutching his bear in the other. He looked so small, standing there in his little flannel pajamas and I smiled at the sight.

"That is a bad word," I agreed. "Daddy shouldn't have said it. But what are you doing up?"

"I had a bad dream."

His voice was small as he was still half asleep and Chris stood, following me over as I walked towards him.

"I'm sorry to hear that, buddy," he said, lifting him up in his arms. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Grayson shook his head. "It was scary."

"Awe, I'm sorry, sweetheart," I frowned as I rubbed his back, my heart melting at how small he looked in Chris' arms. "Do you want me to tuck you back in or Daddy?"

He rested his head on Chris' chest and pulled his bear so close that his answer got muffled by the stuffed animal's fur.

"I want to sleep in Daddy's bed..."

I looked up at Chris, letting him decide if that was okay, but he was already nodding his head.

"Sure, we can do that," he assured him. "But don't hog all the blankets this time, okay?"

Grayson giggled and I smiled as they headed to the door.

"Goodnight, boys," I called to them before they disappeared. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight." Chris paused to answer me and flashed me a look that made me feel like a schoolgirl being scolded by the principal. "This conversation isn't over."

It felt like a foreboding warning and it left me so flustered that all I could do was nod before he turned and continued on his way to his bedroom.

He was right.

Our conversation couldn't end there unless we wanted another four years of miscommunication and mutual longing, but I didn't know what to do. I wasn't trying to be difficult, but both options seemed destined to lead to heartache. Of course, I had no evidence to prove that we wouldn't live happily ever after, but he was Chris Evans. He was the man that women all over America, all over the world, would kill to be with. And I was just me. Once I fell off whatever pedestal he'd put me on in his mind and he realized how ordinary and unremarkable I was, it wouldn't last.

And I couldn't spend the rest of my life waiting for the other shoe to drop.

With a sigh, I headed to the stairs. My head was a mess despite my hopes that talking to Chris would bring me some clarity. It seemed I was starting a pattern of coming away from late night conversations with more questions than answers, but I was beginning to think that might be due to the fact that I would never be told what I wanted to hear. No one could make this decision for me and no one could make it a fool proof choice.

There was always a risk when it came to love. I just had to decide if that risk was worth it and start being honest with myself about why I was so scared. Were my intentions really as noble as I wanted everyone to believe? Or was I using Grayson as a shield to protect my own heart from pain as much as his?

-

Part Four

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Interruption (M)

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

Request:  Can I request a Jeongguk from The Second dying to have sex with Y/N while she's pregnant but his son keeps getting in the way? Thanks. I love your work!

Warnings: Fingering, Hand Job, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Face Riding, Pregnant Sex, Doggy Style, WHINY!Jeongguk, Needy!Jeongguk, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Praise Kink, Milk Expressing, Spanking, Cum Stufifng

Based Off Of This Relationship: The Second

A/N: WHEW OKAY! ENJOY!

"Jeon Jisung!" You call sweetly to your son as he jumps off the couch on to the floor. He looks up before giving you a big smile. You look at him incredulously before smirking. 

"And, just what do you think you're doing?" You ask him as you press your hand to your nine month pregnant belly as your son kicks inside of you. 

"I'm Spiderman!" He yells loudly before rolling on the floor. You laugh gently before nodding. 

"Okay, Spiderman. And is Spiderman going to be good for mommy because Spiderman has to take a bath." Jisung looks at your belly before nodding. 

"Yes, mommy!" You hum to him before holding your hand out. The door pad goes off and Jisung gasps loudly before running over to the door. His feet stomping happily as he waits for his daddy to enter the house. You chuckle amused as Jeongguk emerges in a leather jacket and black skinny jeans. His luggage rolling into the hallway before giving his son a wide smile. 

"My little man!" Jeongguk yells loudly before discarding his shoes and scooping up his son. You smile at the sight as Jeongguk wrinkles his nose before hugging his three year old son to his chest. His face burying into Jisung's hair before kissing the top of his head. 

"He's Spiderman today." You tell your husband who looks up at you before smiling widely. 

"He is?! So cool! I'm a big fan!" Jisung sputters his lips pretending to web Jeongguk's face. 

"Agh! You got me!" Jeongguk yells before pretending to stumble backwards, closing his eyes. You rub at your stomach before snorting. 

"Spiderman needs to have a bath because it's almost bedtime." You tell Jeongguk before looking out the window as the sky turns salmon colored. Jeongguk nods before setting Jisung down. 

"Go get ready for bath time. Daddy will give you a bath." Jisung runs off with a squeal to his room giving both of you a few minutes alone. Jeongguk had been gone for what feels like forever but it was only three months. The Asian leg of the tour finally finished allowing him to be home with you for the birth of your next son. 

"Hi, my baby." He mumbles happily stepping towards you with a giddy smile. You giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist before bending down and kissing you gently. 

"Hi." He wrinkles his nose before hugging you as tightly as he can due to the ever present belly you have. 

"How's our little boy?" He asks before rubbing at your belly. Jisung's pregnancy was a special case, your doctor notifying you that your womb was healthy and able to carry babies to term. It was just Jisung who presented a challenge. 

"He's okay." Jeongguk hums in agreement as his son kicks inside of you. He chuckles before bending down and kissing your belly. 

"Been a good boy?" He asks tilting his head and looking up at you. You nod to him before pressing your hand to your back. 

"You look beautiful." Jeongguk whispers before standing back up and towering over you, his thumb caressing your cheek before biting his lip. You smile gratefully at your husband before hearing Jisung call Jeongguk's name loudly. 

"DADDY!" Jisung yells impatiently, Jeongguk chuckles before kissing you once more. 

"Daddy is coming Spiderman, hold on!" You rub at your back which Jeongguk is observant of. 

"Go lay down. I'll cuddle you both in a bit okay, baby?" You nod to him before smiling. You were so grateful he was home.

Jeongguk enters your shared bedroom before smirking. 

"I missed you." He whispers, shutting the door. You smile at him setting down your phone. 

"I missed you, too." He jumps on the bed before groaning in delight. 

"You must have had such a difficult time without me, hmm?" He asks propping the pregnancy pillow on your side as you turn towards him. 

"Watch the baby." He whispers gently before leaning in and kissing you. 

"I've never carried a baby this long. It's difficult." You admit to him, making him nod in agreement. 

"I know." He mumbles feeling guilty he had to leave you on your own. His hand rubbing at your bare belly before kissing you once more. 

"I liked all those little stripping videos you sent me." He mumbles against your lips making you laugh. 

"You feel sexy with this big belly, don't you baby?" You shrug to him with a smirk and he chuckles. 

"I think you look sexy like this too. So nice and big." He whispers before biting his lip as he rubs your belly harder. 

"Fuck, gets me all turned on seeing you with my son inside you." You hum in agreement as he leans in. His lips kissing down your chest before stopping at your sports bra. 

"Milk came in while I was away?" You nod to him and he bites his lip in anticipation. He loved the taste of your milk since having Jisung. 

"That's my good girl." Jeongguk whispers before grabbing your hand and pressing it against his sweatpants. 

"Please, baby. Touch me. I'm so horny." He begs, his voice faltering as you pull at his waistband. You have to admit, you've missed him too, in every way. His hands pull down his pants and throw the covers over the both of you as you grip at his smooth, hard cock. 

"Oh fuck!" He whimpers quietly before pressing his face into your neck. 

"I missed you touching me. I didn't jerk off at all since the tour. I wanted to feel you." You smile as his cock begins to leak obscene amounts of precum telling you this was true. Your thumb running over the head of his cock dispersing the sticky fluid has Jeongguk moaning your name. 

"Yes. Fuck. I missed you! Thank you for touching me!" He was so whiny and needy when he was horny and it made you feel on top of the world. His hand beginning to rub at your belly as you pump his cock faster. 

"Ah! Fuck yes." His mouth opening into an O as you feel his cock beginning to throb. 

"You know how to please me so good. Fuck! Just like that! I'm going to cum!" He mumbles grabbing at your belly. Just as Jeongguk is about to cum Jisung screams for his mom loudly. 

"MOMMY!" Your hand stops and you sit up gently. 

"Fuck! No! Keep going!" Jeongguk whines snapping his hips upward to fuck your hand as he hears Jisung's bedroom door open. 

"No!" Jeongguk mutters putting his hands over his face. You kiss his forehead apologetically as the bedroom door swings open. 

"Fuck." Jeongguk whispers sadly as Jisung rubs at his tear streaked cheeks. 

"What's the matter, babe?" You ask your son as he runs over to the bed. 

"There's a monster! I want to sleep with mommy and daddy and baby!" He jumps up on to the bed and Jeongguk huffs out before laying on his back and throwing his arm over his face. You look over at Jeongguk before nodding to Jisung. 

"Okay, baby. You can sleep with us. Okay?" Jisung pressing his tiny face into your belly before throwing his leg over yours. 

"I want to sleep with baby." He says before putting his little arm over your belly. Jeongguk sighs loudly before turning towards you and pouting. 'I know.' You mouth to him as he leans in and kisses your cheek. 

"I love you." He says before getting comfortable for bed. "I love you too."

Jeongguk looks down at you as you sleep, finally Jisung had fallen asleep in his own bed. Jeongguk hasn't had a single day with you alone since coming back from tour. Jeongguk pulls down his briefs before stroking his cock. His cock still demanding relief from three days ago. Your cute little body has been teasing him so badly since he got home and he couldn't do a damn thing about it since Jisung refuses to sleep in his own room. Jeongguk strokes at his cock before prodding the head of his cock against your sleeping lips. You were exhausted today, your hormones making you feel like a ton of bricks. The baby would be born in just two weeks and Jeongguk knows you need the rest but his cock refuses to acknowledge your pain. You furrow your eyebrows in your sleep. Jeongguk's cock parting your lips leaving strings of precum on them as he strokes himself. 

"Wake up." He whispers, grabbing at his balls. They were heavy and pained with cum. You stir from your sleep opening one eye to meet Jeongguk's cock making you giggle. 

"Open your mouth, please baby." Jeongguk whispers prodding at your lips once more. You sit up rubbing your eyes sleepily before snorting. 

"You're horny." You comment before rubbing at your belly. Jeongguk pouts thrusting his cock at your face. 

"Suck me. Please. Suck my cock." He whines grabbing at your milk filled breasts. You hum to him in compliance before swinging your legs off of the bed and parting your legs to accommodate your belly. Your hand begins to stroke at his cock and Jeongguk sighs happily at the attention. His eyelids fluttering shut as he moans your name. His hands grabbing at your hair as you lean down. Your tongue swirling over his head has him taking a sharp inhale through his teeth. 

"Fuck!" He whines bucking his hips into you as you moan on his cock. His cock was so long and thick it makes your mouth water. Your cheeks hollow as you stroke whatever couldn't fit. 

"Oh yes! Fuck! Suck my cock baby!" Jeongguk moans gently as he massages your scalp. He was so needy to cum his whining and mewling makes you wet. 

"I love your mouth. You suck my cock so well!" He pulls down your bra to roll and pinch your puffy, dark nipples between his fingertips. Milk squirting out making Jeongguk moan loudly. 

"Oh fuck!" You begin to dip your head down faster, licking at the base as you hollow your cheeks. Jeongguk's balls tighten as he puts his head back. 

"Just like that! Fuck! I'm going to cum!" He moans happily as his cock begins to throb harshly within your mouth. 

"DADDY!" Jeongguk scoffs loudly before fucking you face quicker dying to get off. 

"No. No. No!" He whines as you try to pull away. 

"No! Keep going! Baby, please! Fuck, my balls are blue!" You both hear Jisung's door open and Jeongguk growls angrily before pulling out and striding over to the bathroom before slamming the door shut. You wipe at your mouth as Jisung opens the door.

 "I want Daddy!" He whines loudly rubbing at his sleepy eyes.

Jeongguk smacks the back of his head into the bathroom wall before rubbing his hands over his face. 

"Christ Almighty!" He mumbles before pulling up his briefs. His cock softening and Jeongguk takes a deep sigh. 

"Daddy's coming!" He calls to his son before giving a fake sob. 

"All I want is to fucking cum!" He whines into his hands before opening the bathroom door and scooping up his son.

Jeongguk stares lifelessly at the practice room mirror. His hand perched under his chin as he sips his black coffee. 

"What's wrong with you?" Jimin asks, rolling his chair towards Jeongguk. 

"Nothing." Jeongguk mumbles before pulling at his crotch. Even with the baggiest pants he could find, he still felt suffocated. 

"Doesn't seem like 'nothing.'" Taehyung says rubbing his son Taekwon's back as he falls asleep. Jeongguk groans frustrated before standing up. 

"Don't have another kid shortly after that one or you'll never cum." He tells Taehyung seriously before throwing his empty coffee cup in the garbage. 

"Huh?" Yoongi asks confused from the other side of the room as he sets down his lyric notepad. Jeongguk sighs loudly.

"I have fucking blue balls because Jisung keeps coming into the bedroom every time I'm about to get off! It's like he knows I'm about to be happy and he has to come in and ruin it." Jeongguk says making Namjoon laugh. 

"That's rough." Jeongguk scoffs before turning his head. 

"You're telling me! I waited all tour to come home to Y/N and it's been a week and every night Jisung has come into the bedroom, EXACTLY when I'm about to cum." Jimin chuckles before leaning back in his chair.

"That's why I have no kids." Taehyung chuckles before putting his son down in his stroller. 

"Sorry, JK. Sounds like a struggle." Hoseok tells him before patting his shoulder. 

"My balls are fucking blue! BLUE! I thought it was a myth but I'm in so much fucking pain." Small footsteps could be heard before a small body emerges behind the glass panel door. 

"There he is." Jeongguk says as you push the door open. He smiles at Jisung as Jisung runs into Jimin's lap. 

"Hey there!" Jimin tells his nephew before winking at you. You wave slightly as Jeongguk wraps his arms around you from behind and puts his head on your shoulder. His hands rubbing at your belly as he sighs. He brushes his lower half to your ass and you tilt your head to look at him raising your eyebrow. 

"I'm dying." Jeongguk whines in your ear making you frown. 

"I know. I'm sorry, babe." He pouts before burying his face into your neck. 

Jeongguk has half a mind to press a chair underneath the knob of Jisung's door as he finally falls asleep. He doesn't even feel like bothering you to touch him because he knows Jisung will somehow magically decide it's time to wake up and yell out for either one of you. Jeongguk loves his son so, so dearly and yet it's difficult to not be annoyed. Jeongguk enters your bedroom quietly and you look up at him with a smile. 

"Ready?" You ask throwing the sheet off of you to show your newly waxed pussy. Jeongguk groans loudly before biting his lip.

"Fuck." He mumbles before striding over to the bed and kneeling between your legs. His hands reaching out and rubbing at your belly before dipping his head down and kissing your bare lips. You whimper gently at the feeling before putting your head back. You couldn't see him over your belly and it added mystery to what Jeongguk was going to do next. Jeongguk opens your lips with two fingers before humming to himself, you were already wet for him. 

"Fuck, someone's missed me too, hmm?" He asks before licking at your clit. Your body twitching at the feeling as you press you thighs against Guk's head. His tongue begins lapping at your swollen clit, small moans leaving your lips as you grab at the sheets beside you. 

"Oh fuck!" Jeongguk groans in agreement before sucking at your bud. His fingers toying with your tight hole before entering a finger. 

"Tight little pregnant pussy." Jeongguk mumbles against you as he fucks his finger into you. Your thighs squeezing at his head as you whimper for your husband. 

"Another finger!" You beg of him as your mouth begins to go dry. You hadn't touched yourself either. It was a seemingly difficult task with your large belly. Jeongguk agrees to your wishes by adding another finger. His tongue flicking against your clit so fast you felt your back bowing off of the bed. Your arousal gushing on to the bed as you moan Jeongguk's name. 

"Fuck! Yes!" Jeongguk's finger curling upwards to your g-spot as you sob with pleasure. Jeongguk's free hand rubbing at your heavy belly as he moans at your sweet taste. 

"Cum on my fingers, baby. Show me how much you missed me." Without even a warning you orgasm lowly, your vision going white as you squirt over Jeongguk's face. 

"Good girl." He praises you before sitting up, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as you come down from your high. 

"Baby." You whine to Guk making him smile. His hand wiping at his face before stroking his hard cock. 

"Such a good girl cumming all over me." He whispers before spreading your legs open. He looks back at the door before giving you a surprised face. You were surprised as well, not a peep from your three year old son. 

"Can I fuck my little pregnant pussy?" Jeongguk asks rubbing the head of his cock against your swollen cunt. You nod fervently making him chuckle. 

"So eager to please." With one swift motion he's balls deep in you, his cock endlessly precumming as he gasps loudly. 

"So fucking tight and wet, my God." He mumbles in pure bliss as you moan at his large size. He begins to piston himself inside of you. His hands spreading your knees as he ruts into you. His face contorting in pure pleasure as he moans your name. 

"Oh fuck! Feels so fucking good!" Your hands running over his tattooed arms as you stare at each other moaning for one another. 

"Fuck, your cock feels so good!" You whisper to him as he licks his lips. His hairline beginning to sweat. 

"Fuck, I'm so close." His cock bulldozing into you as he begins to rub at your stomach. 

"Guk!" He moans in agreement biting his bottom lip as you feel his cock beginning to throb within you. 

"Please cum for me! Cum in my pregnant pussy!" Jeongguk's eyes rolling back as he puts his head backwards. 

"Shit! Feels so amazing!" He gasps loudly about to cum when- 

"MOMMY!" Jeongguk groans loudly almost a yell coming from him as he bends his body over pulling out of you. You whimper at the loss as he presses his forehead to your belly. 

"Oh, so you're allowed to cum but not me." He scoffs before standing up and grabbing his briefs from the floor. 

"Baby!" You call to your husband who doesn't reply as he slams the door to the bathroom closed. 

"ALL I WANT IS TO FUCKING CUM!" He screams loudly through the door as Jisung opens your bedroom door. You throw the covers over you before raising your eyebrows.

"What happened now, Jisung?" You ask as Jeongguk throws a tantrum in the bathroom. You hear clattering and screaming making Jisung pout. You can understand how frustrated Jeongguk is though. It's not fair to him. 

"YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING!" You hear Jeongguk curse as Jisung runs and jumps on the bed. 

"Mommy, Daddy is mad." You hum in agreement before kissing the top of Jisung's head. 

"You can't sleep in here. You know that. We talked about this, you have to be a big boy and sleep on your own." Jisung shakes his head sternly before hugging your belly. 

"I want to sleep with baby!" You eye the bathroom door wearily as Jeongguk emerges, his neck veins protruding as he cracks his neck.

"Go back to your room." He tells Jisung pointing at the door. 

"There's monsters, Daddy!" Jeongguk licks his lips before sighing. 

"Daddy will check for monsters, okay? Let's go." He tells his son who kisses your belly and shakes his head. 

"No! I want sleep with baby!" Jeongguk presses his hands together before bringing them underneath his chin. 

"Come on, big boy. You gotta sleep in your own bed." He says sternly, making Jisung whine loudly. The whine makes you cringe as you rub at your belly. 

"Listen to Daddy, please baby. He's going to check for monsters and you'll see the baby in the morning. Okay?" You tell your son brushing his hair off of his forehead. 

"Okay." He mumbles slinking off the bed. 

"Goodnight baby!" Jisung says cutely waving at your belly making you smile. Jeongguk smirks before sighing loudly. "Let's go check for monsters, big boy." 

"Hey! JK!" Hoseok yells to his youngest brother happily.

"Don't talk to me." Jeongguk mumbles taking his hood off of his face. 

"Oh My God! What happened to your face?!" Hoseok asks loudly, pointing at the bags underneath Jeongguk's eyes. 

"I had a son." Jeongguk whispers before putting his hoodie back over his face. 

"Still?! Still no pussy?!" Yoongi asks shocked, Jeongguk laughs loudly, almost manically. 

"I had pussy. But, of course-" 

"Jisung came in." Hoseok and Yoongi say in tandem, making Jeongguk throw his hands up defeated. 

"That sucks!" Namjoon comments from the corner of the studio taking out his headphones. 

"And you know what really fucking gets me?!" Jeongguk asks loudly, taking his hood off. 

"She got to cum! Y/N came! And right when I was about to. Nope. Not for me! Did I kill the king in my past life?!" Jeongguk scoffs before smacking his forehead into the table. 

"Wow." Seokjin mutters looking up from his guitar. 

"I know." Jeongguk whispers before whining loudly and putting his hands over my face. 

"Good thing Y/N asked me to watch Jisung tonight then, huh?" Jimin says before sipping his water. Jeongguk looks up quickly. 

"Yeh?!" Jimin smirks at Jeongguk, "Jisung is going to get quality uncle time." Jeongguk smiles widely before sobbing in delight.

"YES! HYUNG, THANK YOU!" Jeongguk yells before throwing himself at his older brother. Jimin pats Jeongguk's back as the rest of the guys chuckle. 

"It'll be fun to hang out with my nephew." Jimin says as Jeongguk jumps up and down with his bunny-like smile. "Yeah, good enjoy it! I know I will!"

Jisung jumps into Jimin's arms with a squeal as you hand Jimin Jisung's small backpack. "Everything you need is in here." You tell him as Jimin hugs Jisung tightly. 

"Okay!" He smiles widely at you. 

"And, if he wants to call tell him the phone's broken." Jeongguk whispers into Jimin's ear making him laugh loudly. You snort shoving Jeongguk's shoulder as he chuckles. 

"Want to get ice cream?!" Jimin asks your son. 

"Yay! Ice cream! Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! Bye baby!" Jisung waves at you with his small hand and you wave back. 

"Love you, big boy!" Jeongguk says before kissing Jisung's forehead. 

"Have fun with Uncle Chim!" You tell your son as Jeongguk swings the door shut.

"Oh fuck." Jeongguk mumbles before putting both of his hands on either side of your face and leaning down pressing his lips hard on yours. 

"Oh thank fucking God." He mumbles unbuckling his black pants and throwing the belt on the floor. His jeans getting discarded in a puddle before pulling away to take off his hoodie and t-shirt. Within seconds he's back on you, his hand rubbing at your belly as you both walk backwards towards the bedroom. 

"Thank you for sending him to Jimin's." Jeongguk mumbles gratefully shoving the door open and pulling your small wrist. You hum in agreement before taking off your nightgown. Jeongguk groans happily before patting the bed. 

"Lay down." You do as told, laying down gingerly as Jeongguk strokes at his large cock. "Spread 'em." He commands you as he takes in your naked body. You were glorious, simply glowing with his son inside of you. You spread your legs and Jeongguk bites down on his bottom lip. You could feel your arousal dripping over your perineum as you watch Jeongguk run his thumb over his angry red head. A shaky breath leaving his lips as he ogles your cunt. 

"You're so fucking wet. Look at you, dying for my cock." You whimper out as Jeongguk bends down, his knees smacking into the marble flooring below him before pressing chaste kisses on your belly. Even though his cock was dying for attention, knowing that Jisung wasn't home gives him relief knowing he would be able to cum tonight. So, he could lavish on you as much as his heart desires. 

A wet stripe of Guk's tongue has your thighs twitching as you moan out his name quietly. "I want to hear you tonight. Want you to scream my fucking name." Jeongguk begins to suckle on your clit harshly, your hands flying to your hair as he pleases you. 

"Kookie! Fuck!" Jeongguk practically sobs at how good you taste. 

"You're fucking dripping, my God. I love your pregnant pussy." You squeeze your eyes shut as he enters his tongue into you. Your moans sky rocketing in volume as he rubs small circles on your clit as his tongue flicks upwards inside of you. Jeongguk's slurping resounding throughout the room as you grip at your hair. 

"Oh my God!" You cry out spreading your legs wider. Your hips thrusting upward as you grind on his face. Jeongguk pulls away with a chuckle as he spits on your cunt. The back of his hand wiping at his soaked face as he looks up at your belly. 

"Ride my face." He mumbles before standing up and laying on the bed. 

You grip at his shoulder trying to get up on shaky legs. 

"Watch your belly." He whispers leaning up to help your leg over his shoulder. You look down at him and he wrinkles his nose at you, his dimples coming out to play. 

"I'm heavy." You say to him rubbing at your belly. 

"Sit on my fucking face, baby girl." You do as told gasping as he suckles at your clit. His arms wrapping around your thighs only to rub at your belly. Your head lulling back as you grind your clit against the flat of his tongue. You moan loudly putting your hands back to his stomach to keep you steady. His six pack providing a hard surface for you as you whimper out his name. Jeongguk moans gently as he prods his tongue inside of you, his hand rubbing at his cock trying to take some of the edge off. Your throat going dry as you sob for him.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that! I'm going to cum!" Jeongguk groans in appreciation as he feels your wetness seeping over his cheeks. You grind down on him harder begging for relief as the bubble of pleasure within your stomach expands. 

"Guk! Kookie! Yes!" Jeongguk grips at your hips forcefully moving you as you begin to stutter on top of him. 

"Agh!" Jeongguk suckles harshly at your clit and you're done for. Your body sagging backwards as you orgasm. His strong arms catch you as your body writhes in pleasure.

"That's my good girl, hmm?" Jeongguk whispers from below you as you gasp for breath. You sit up grabbing at the headboard before lifting off of him. He pulls out from underneath you before wrapping his arms around you and gently laying you down on the bed. His body bending down to let you taste yourself as he kisses you with heated passion. His tongue rolling over yours as he massages your milk filled breasts. 

He suckles sweetly at your nipple, your creamy milk spreading over his taste buds as he moans loudly. 

"Tastes so sweet." He whispers as you whimper out running your fingers through his long black hair. 

"Fuck." He curses loudly before hopping off of the bed and hooking his hands behind your knees. His strong arms gripping you before pulling you down to the end of the bed effortlessly. You watch with lust hooded eyes as you ogle his tattooed body. Your eyes landing on your name carved in black ink above his right pectoral muscle. Jeongguk reaches over you before grabbing a pillow. 

"Lift your head." He mumbles before bending down and kissing you gently. He places the pillow underneath you before rubbing at your distended sides. 

"Comfy?" He asks quietly in the silent room to which you nod. He smirks before pushing his hair back. 

"Good." He leans down. Back arched as he kisses down your neck and chest, his perfect pink lips sucking at your skin causing pretty purple patches to emerge in his lips' wake. 

"Look at my beautiful wife, hmm? So big with my son. So motherly." He whispers before kissing over your stomach. His tongue licking at your belly button before biting his bottom lip. 

"Such a good mommy." You grab at his arms as he suckles the taught skin of your stomach. Your eyes flutter shut. 

"Nuh-uh. Watch me. No closing your eyes." Jeongguk says caressing his thumb over your cheek bone. You open your eyes biting your bottom lip as he knocks your legs open with his knees, standing tall in front of you. Your perfectly manicured nails gripping at your thighs as he strokes his cock in front of you. The amount of pre-cum he was weeping could fill a bath tub. He was so horny, so on edge and you felt on top of the world knowing it was all for you. 

Jeongguk rubs the overly sensitive tip of his cock against your clit, a gentle sigh leaving his lips as he relishes in the heat of you. The underside of his cock gliding effortlessly through your spread lips. 

"I love stretching your tight little pussy." He places his hand atop your belly before prodding at your entrance with his head. He fucks you with just the head, small whimpers emitting from him before pushing in deeper. Your mouth opening as you both lock eyes with one another. 

"I love you." His voice was loud and breathless as he stills his cock inside of you. 

"I love you, too." Jeongguk smiles down at you, his hand caressing your cheek before slowly pulling himself out only to thrust back in with all of his strength. His thick thigh muscles straining and shaking as his head lulls backwards. 

"Oh fuck!" He curses loudly, grabbing your ankles and putting them on his shoulders. 

"Rub your belly for me." He whispers before bulldozing himself inside of you. You rub at your belly, moaning loudly as the head of his cock brushes against your g-spot with every thrust. 

"Feels so fucking good! So nice and tight. So fucking wet. You're so amazing, baby." Jeongguk's praise has you feeling on cloud 9 as he grips at your ankles. 

"Your cock feels so good!" "Yeah? You like when I fuck you with my big cock? Hmm?" You nod to him as you moan loudly grabbing at your breasts. 

"Mmm fuck. Milk your titties for me." Milk leaking from your nipples as Jeongguk chases his high. 

"You want a fat load of cum in this pregnant cunt? Wanna feel stuffed full of baby and cum?" 

"Yes! Please fill me up! Cum inside!" Jeongguk groans loudly screwing his eyes shut as his balls begin to tighten. 

"Gonna fill you up like a little cum dumpster. Fuck! Christ, you feel so good!" You moan his name loudly as he rubs at your clit. Tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes as you grit your teeth. 

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Baby! I'm cumming! I'm cummi-" Jeongguk groans loudly, his head falling forward as he fucks you harshly. His cock stilling for a second before his warm seed fills you. A large gasp emitting from your husband before he sobs out. 

"Oh fuck!" His body shakes in euphoric pleasure as he bites his bottom lip.

"Oh my fucking God!" Jeongguk yells out before sighing happily. You giggle as he pushes his sweaty hair off of his forehead.

"I'm not done with you, yet baby girl." He thrusts into you slowly, his fingers still rubbing at your clit before pulling out of you. 

"Flip over." He tells you letting your ankles off of his shoulders. You sit up with his help before kneeling on the bed. Jeongguk fixes the pillow underneath your belly as you bury your face into the sheets. A swift hand meeting your ass cheek as you whimper out his name. 

"So fucking sexy, just got stuffed full of cum and can't wait for another load." You moan at his words, Jeongguk watches as your pussy twitches sucking his cum deeper inside of you. 

"The baby okay? You okay?" He asks gently kissing down your back as his still erect cock prods at your pussy. 

"We're okay." 

"Good girl." He smacks your ass again, watching as you bury your face deeper moaning gently.

"Like that? Like getting spanked like the naughty girl you are?" 

"Yes!" He hums in agreement before kneading at the soft flesh of your ass. His cum begins to seep out of you and he bites his lip watching your pussy froth up his white cum. 

"Fuck. My cum looks so good on you." He enters the head of his cock, his cock gliding in smoothly with the ridiculous amount of cum he has provided your pussy. 

"Fuck, I missed your tight little pussy so much. I fucking love it." 

"I missed you too." You moan out backing up into him wanting to feel his cock. Jeongguk chuckles grabbing at your hips. 

"So needy." He teases you before ramming himself inside of you. You grab at the sheets, your knuckles turning white as you scream his name. 

"Oh shit." Jeongguk mumbles before licking his lips. His hand reaching around you, his forearm pressed against your belly as he rubs at your clit. Your knees spreading themselves as you buck yourself back on his cock with every thrust. 

"Oh fuck!" Jeongguk moans loudly before smacking your ass. 

"So sexy." You could feel the bubble within you expanding once again.

"Your pussy just got so tight! Fuck, you're going to cum, aren't you babe?" Jeongguk's hips snapping and rolling into you as you turn into a blubbering mess, your voice stuttering as you beg him for his cock. Your pussy beginning to try to milk his cock of his cum. 

"Cum on my cock! Feels so fucking good!" Jeongguk rubs at your clit faster, his hand spanking you harshly leaving a red imprint on your ass. 

"Right there! Fuck me harder! Please! I'm so close!" Jeongguk fulfills your wishes gripping at your hips and slamming you back to his cock with all of his force. The bubble within you bursting as you scream his name into the sheets. Your voice muffled as Jeongguk gasps for air at how tight you get. 

"Oh fuck!" He pulls at your shoulders bringing your back to his chest as he holds his hand to your belly. His free hand turning your head for his lips to meet yours. His hand rubbing circles on your stomach as he groans against your lips. 

"I'm cumming. Fuck!" He mumbles against you before gasping loudly and pressing his forehead into your cheek. 

"Oh fuck!" He curses cumming for the second time tonight. You lean back against him exhausted, your eyes becoming heavy as he holds you tightly. 

"I'm still horny." He whispers making you laugh. He chuckles before kissing you gently. 

"I love you." He says loudly squeezing you gently. 

"I love you too." Jeongguk pulls out of you with a groan before helping you lay on your back. His lips leaving sloppy kisses on your belly before opening your legs and watching his cum seep out. He shoves it back in before smirking up at you. 

"I'll fuck it out of you in a few hours." You snort before nodding tiredly. 

"Little man is sleeping?" He asks laying down next to you. You put your hand to your belly before tilting your head. 

"I think so." Jeongguk hums as you turn towards him your head laying on his chest and your belly resting on his side. 

"Fuck, I missed you like crazy." Jeongguk kisses the top of your head before sniffing and closing his eyes. 

"I missed you, too. So much." Jeongguk smiles before petting your head as he gets comfortable. 

"Let's tell hyung to keep Jisung for a whole week, hmm?" His question has you giggling as he gives a bunny smile to the quiet room. 

"Better get your rocks off while you can, your son is coming in a week." Jeongguk opens one eye before rubbing your belly. 

"I need to cum as much as possible then to hold me over." You hum playfully. 

"Lay on your back. Let me fuck you again." You shove his chest making him laugh, his sharp giggle making you smile widely. Jeongguk looks over at the bassinet in the corner of the room before closing his eyes. 

"I love you so much. More than the moon loves the sun." You smile as sleep begins to shroud your being. "We love you, too."

[bostongirl13]

Piano, Thanksgiving and heart attack

A/N: I wrote this with the intention of continuing this story ➡ New Dodger photo  , but it can safely be treated as a one shot.

Summary: I think the title explains it all 💙

Warnings: age gap, Scott and Chris are assholes, swearing, mistakes

Words: 1,5k +

TUESDAY 

You growled in frustration not being able to remember a single word and what was in the linguistic pragmatics tasks.

"Stupid subject" you muttered, throwing your pencil across the room and letting it hit the wall. Dodger, who was lying on the couch behind you and keeping you company, raised his ears to the sound.

You've been sitting in the living room with your back against the sofa for a good five hours because your lecturer thought up an exam the day before the long weekend. Because, of course, speech acts, language functions, the theory of speech acts, and the communicative intention are so damn important that they can't wait until next week.

"Fuck" you cursed under your breath and rubbed your tired eyes. You felt your head starting to ache. And tears fall from my eyes from staring at the laptop screen for a long time. You needed a break, but you knew that if you do it, there is no chance that you will go back to studying. Being stubborn and hard to give in by nature, you took a deep breath and started reading the definitions and tasks once again.

Chris, of course, knew how difficult and hard this item was for you, so he was always as quiet as possible, occasionally bringing you a bowl of fruit, coffee, or tea, and ordered take-out food. He was loved. Even though you didn't thank him and just nodded your head, or just said nothing and paid him no attention, he knew you appreciated his help anyway. But seeing you sitting another hour in front of the computer with red eyes and tired, broke his heart. He couldn't watch his love work to death, and he knew that if he asked you to take a break, you wouldn't. So he came up with an idea, the implementation of which would make you leave your studies.

So he went to the piano standing against the wall and after a few minutes of choosing what he wanted to play, he put his fingers on the keys and caused the first notes to come out of the instrument.

You stretched and flipped through the notes page when you heard like music fills the air without effort, the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. You smiled and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the couch behind you. You listened to the melodies played by your boyfriend, feeling it sweep your whole body. The best thing about music was that it gave you strength and motivation. The variety of music in the universe is so diverse that there is something for everyone to enjoy. Music doesn't worry about anything; that’s the beauty of music.

You turned to Dodger and stroked his head.

"Dad is probably giving us a sign that there is enough study for today"

Dodger licked your face. “Okay, okay, that's it. Come on "you got up and stretched again. The dog jumped off the couch and followed you into the room where Chris was playing.

Chris was sitting in sweatpants and a navy blue sweater. His long fingers moved over the keyboard of the instrument, pressing the keys in the correct order so that the emerging notes formed a melody.

You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "Thank you," you whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"I'm glad you finally got away from studying. Do you like what I play?

"Very" you sat down next to him and put your head on his shoulder "Can you play any more?" you asked.

Chris kissed your head and started playing again.

Now sitting close to him and the instrument, you could hear and feel the musician much more clearly than before. Dodger lay down on his bed near you and listened too. Your eyes immediately felt heavy. You closed them, but you tried to stay awake. He had time, music surrounded the space him. You had to admit that of the many talents Chris had, this one was one of your favorites.

"I think it's time to sleep, Princess" you nodded and you let him rise you from chair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, holding tight. "I guess I should start talking to you Koala" he laughed and you pressed your face against the hollow of his neck.

After a warm shower and putting on something to sleep, you both cuddled into each other, or rather you into Chris not allowing a minimum of a gap between your bodies. Even though you had an important exam tomorrow, you felt calm and knew that you would do well tomorrow.

THURSDAY

Quick update: there was no exam because it turned out that the lecturer did not have time to prepare the questions. You were relieved, but you were also furious because you could spend this time with your beloved men. However, you will not turn back the time, and what was now mattered. 

You sat snuggled up to Chris on the couch in his mom's living room and watched as two pupies and Dodger attacked Scott on the floor. You tried not to laugh because you knew the video would end up on Instagram, but you really couldn't help but see this scene. Even Stella giggled and watched the whole thing happen. You put your cheek to Chris's shoulder when he finished recording.

"All right?" he whispered to you, seeing your eyes freeze at one point, you were thinking something

"Yes. I'm just happy. Thank you for taking me with you to your mother's Thanksgiving. Maybe I shouldn't, but I feel like I'm surrounded by my family."

"How could I not take you with me," he said in an offended tone. The invitation was obvious to him and he saw no other scenario for the day. "Honey, you shouldn't feel bad about being comfortable with my family. On the contrary, I'm glad you feel that way. It means a lot to me. And I can assure you that they also treat you like a family member." he kissed you on the lips to which you heard "ugh!" and laughed seeing Stelle covering her eyes.

 Later that same day

You, Chris, Scott, and Dodger came back to Chris's house. All the way you couldn't stop laughing at the guys whining about eating too much.

As soon as you entered the house, the three men took their place on the couch in front of the TV. You rolled your eyes and being a good girlfriend, you went to the fridge for a beer.

"What have I done to deserve you," Chris said, taking a cold bottle of amber drink from you.

"Don't get used to it too much" you kissed him, "I'm going to take a shower" you add and disappeared down the hall.

"Don't you dare to let her go," said Scott, being sure you couldn't hear "If you do, I’m gonna kick your American ass." he took a sip.

"Funny." Chris laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let her go."

Getting more comfortable after showering, you put on leggings and Chris's hoodie. Completely unaware that a trap awaits you as soon as you exit the master bedroom. 

You've been moving around Chris's house by heart. So instead of looking straight ahead, you looked at the phone. Chris and Scott were standing behind the wall so that you couldn't see them and both of them, with video recording, waiting for you. After a while, they heard your footsteps and they both looked at each other. Chris showed three fingers as he counted. 3... 2 ... 1 ...

"Y / N !!!" they both shouted giving you a heart attack.

"Aaaaaaaaaa ... !!!" you screamed, terrified, and you jumped up and you slipped and fell. Chris grabbed you at the last minute and pulled you close. "Are you crazy ?!" you snarled.

Your heart was beating dangerously fast in your chest, your breathing couldn't slow down. Both guys were laughing when you thought you were having a heart attack.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but you were the only one I hadn't scared off yet." 

"Be careful I don't scare you, you asshole," you threatened by hitting him on the chest. "How old are you? 5?"

"Oh, don't say you haven't got used to our childish behavior yet." Scott smiled at which you rolled your eyes. 

"Sorry," Chris repeated and kissed the top of your head.

"You guys are so cute," commented Scott.

"That goes for you, Scott too. You both are on my blacklist," you narrowed your eyes.

Chris hugged you tighter, feeling your heart beating fast. You hugged him, cuddling up to him and trying to calm down.

About an hour later you managed to play on them and scare them. In both cases you recorded everything and with a smile on your face, pleased with yourself, sent them the video, which they both later uploaded to Instagram. 

[chaos-writes-fanfiction]

I Don’t want to lose you

Pairings: Tanaka × Fem!reader

Warnings: none tiny bit of angst it you look really hard and some friendly cuddles

You sigh deeply as you flop onto one of your best friends bed.

“This sucks” you mumble

“What does?” Tanaka asked

“Being in love with someone who I’ll never feel the same” you said

“Oh this again” he said

“Yes this again” you said

This hasn’t been this first time you’ve had a conversation similar to this with your long time friend. He knows of the person you’re so in love with except of who they actually are. But little does he know you are actually meaning him. That you’ve been in love with him for a while now.

“Why don’t you just confess and tell this person you love them?” He asked

“Its not that easy, this kind of confession can go one of two ways” you said

“Which are?” He asked

“One they feel the same and have the same feelings” you said “or two they dont, they completely reject my feelings and they now feel guilty or it ruins the current standing friendship”

“I didnt think about it that way, if you have a current friendship with them that can make things different” he said

You sit up and sigh tearing your hand through your hair. And start getting up.

“Where you going?” He asked

“I’m not leaving the house, I’m just going to try and talk to Saeko” you said

“good luck” he said smiling a little as he turned on his TV

You walk out of his room and knock on Saekos door.

“Come in” she said

You walk in and immediately climb into her open arms and hug her

“What’s wrong?” She asked rubbing your back

“Hes so stupid” you mumble

“Ryu?” She asked

“Yes” you nod

“Well, hes an idiot, but I know you love him” she said “why dont you go out on a date with someone else?”

“Who?” You asked

“Why not with Sugawara?” She asked

“I mean hes cute, and very caring” you said

“I’ll call him, study date?” She asked

“Sure” you said a slight smile on your lips.

She pulls away and grabs her phone she had abandoned beside her when you walked in. She opened her phone and dialed his number.

“Hey Sugawara, its Saeko” she said you take her phone

“Hey Suag” you said

“Oh hey, what’s up?” He asked

“So I was wondering if you wanted to go to this really cute cafe by the school to have a study date, since midterm exams are coming up?” You asked

“Oh sure, I wouldn’t mind a study date with my favorite manager” he said “isnt that one the one with cats?”

“Yes it is I hope that’s not a issue” you said

“No not at all, tomorrow after school?” He asked

“What about practice?” You asked

“Oh didnt you get the text?” He asked

“What text? I’m in Saekos room I must have left it in the other room” you said

“Oh coach sent out a text we aren’t having practice because exams are coming up” he said

“Oh yes then tomorrow after school” you said

“Great, I’ll pick you up from your class” he said

“I’ll see you then, bye Suga” you said

“Bye” he said

You hang up and give Saeko her phone back. She hugged you tightly

“Yay I’m happy for you!” She yelled

“I’m surprised he said yes” you said

“Why?” She asked “you’re so freaking cute, sweet, and caring. Why wouldn’t he say yes?”

“I guess I should’ve known better than try to compete with Kiyoko for Ryu’s attention” you sighed deeply

“Stop that” she scolded you “my brother is an idiot for not noticing you like that, who know you going out with Suga tomorrow might make him notice you that way”

You shrugged a little bit and look at the time.

“Its getting late I should get home” you said

“You can stay if you want” she offered “go to school with Ryu?”

“Fine, I’ll go shower then, will you call my mom?” You asked

“Yeah grab some of my clothes to sleep in” she said

You nod and grab some of her clothes to sleep in, and walk out going to the bathroom. You close the door and undress after turning on the water for it to heat up. After getting in and doing your normal routine you get out and dry off and change. You walk out still drying your hair with a towel when you bump into Tanaka.

“Oh hey” you said

“Hey, you’re sleeping over?” He asked

“Yeah saeko offered” you said

“Nice” he said “wanna come watch me kick noyas ass at video games?”

“Sure why not” you said

You follow him back to his room and lay down on his bed as he sits on the floor with his back against the bed. You watch him for a bit before falling asleep on his bed.

“Did you see that?” He asked excited turning towards you when you didn’t respond. “Oh you’re asleep, Noya I’m getting off she fell asleep on my bed and I dont want to wake her”

He turned off his console and TV. He covered you up and left his room. The next morning you wake up and see you’re still in Tanakas room but hes no where to be seen. You get up and get ready for school putting on some tights since it’s a little chilly in the mornings.

“Morning” you said seeing tanaka

“Hey” he said

“Where did you sleep?” You asked

“Couch” he said

“You could’ve kicked me out of your bed” you said

“Its fine one night on the couch wont kill me” he said “besides you looked too peaceful to disrupt that”

“Oh” you said

You quickly eat breakfast and walk to school with Tanaka.

“Are you going to study with me and Noya tonight?” He asked

“Oh actually I have a study date with Suga” you said “so I’ll be studying with him”

He frowned for a moment “oh” he said nodding

“What?” You asked “it’s just Suga hes not going to do anything weird were just studying”

“Its nothing, I guess I’ve just gotten used to you studying with me and Noya” he said

“Oh, I’ll study with you guys later” you said

You keep walking when you see Suga waiting for you at the gate. You run ahead leaving Tanaka behind with Noya.

“Morning Suga” you said

“Good morning, coffee?” He asked handing you a cup

“You’re too sweet” you said taking it and taking a drink “how’d you know my favorite?”

“I might have asked Yachi” he said scratching the back of his neck “can I walk you to class?”

“Yeah I’d like that” you said smiling

You spend your day going through your classes and spent lunch with Suga, Daichi and Asahi. Enjoying your time spent with them. However not noticing that Tanaka was upset that you weren’t spending time with him.

As promised Suga showed up at your class to pick you up for your study date.

“Are you ready?” He asked smiling

“Yes” you said smiling back “bye Noya, bye Tanaka”

You got up and left walking with Suga. When you get to the cafe with him you get a table and sit side by side each taking up half the table going over your books and notes as you study. After a couple hours you decied to stop and lean back.

“You doing okay?” He asked

“Mhmm” you yawn as you stretch a little bit

“Break?” He asked

“Yeah” you said softly leaning forward laying your head on the table

He reaches over and starts rubbing your back “is this okay?” He asked

“Yes its okay” you said turning your head to look at him smiling slightly.

“Can I be so bold to try something else?” He asked

You nod a little bit sitting back up. He gently touches your cheek and kisses your lips lightly. You close your eyes and kiss him back. When suddenly theres a commotion outside and you turn to look out the window pulling away from the kiss but you don’t see anything.

“Did you see what happened?” You asked cheeks flushed from the kiss

“I thought I saw someone but I’m not too sure” he said

“Oh” you said

“How about i walk you home now?” He asked

You nod and you both start packing up your books and notes. You leave and walk with Suga.

“Thank you for studying with me” you said

“Of course, I should thank your for asking me” he said

“You live two houses down from Tanaka right?” He asked

“Yes why?” You ask and look and see Tanaka sitting on your front steps “oh”

“I’ll text you later” he said

“Okay thank you for everything today” you said

He smiled warmly and left going towards his house. You walk up your steps.

“Hey Tanaka” you said taking a seat beside him

“Are you and Suga dating now?” He asked

“No” you said “we just had our study date today”

“You had spent a lot of time with him today” tanaka pointed out

“Yes I did, he asked me this morning when he walked me to class where he asked me to figure out which subjects I needed his help with. And at lunch we talked about that and some volleyball stuff with Daichi and Asahi” you said

“I saw that he kissed you” he grumbled

Your eyes widened “you caused the commotion outside of the cafe, but I didn’t see you” you said

“I ran off after seeing it” he said

“Tanaka, be honest why are you upset that I spent the day with Suga instead of you?” You asked softly

“I didnt realize it until Noya pointed it out when you left to have lunch with him that I was jealous of Suga” he said “he was getting all of your time and attention, I didn’t like that”

“It was just one day” you said “you have my attention all the time”

“I only want you to pay attention to me” he said

You sighed a little bit and rub your face

“Tanaka what are you saying?” You asked “you’re mad I spent the day with Suga and he got a kiss? But you want me to pay attention to you?”

“Yes” he said

“Let me ask you something” you said “what about Kiyoko?”

“What about her?” He asked

“Nevermind” you said standing up and unlocking door

“Can I come in?” He asked

“Not tonight” you said “I have somethings to think about”

He nodded and kicked a rock as you watched him walk home. You go inside the house and go to your room. After a little while you get a phone call.

“Hello?” You answer

“How’d it go with Suga?” Saeko asked

You tell her what happened and about Tanaka sitting in front of your house.

“That explains him being grumpy when he came home” she said

“What do I do?” You asked

“Well, you’re not dating either of them” she said “but at the same time neither if them have asked you to be theirs”

“Yeah” you said

“Come over” she said

“Okay” you said “I’ll change and come over”

You hang up and get changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. Then run out the house going to Tanakas house. You knock on the door and wait a few minutes before Tanaka opens the door.

“What are you doing here?” He asked

“I only asked Suga for the study date to make you jealous” you blurted out

“Make me jealous why?” He asked frowning

“How stupid are you Ryu?” Saeko asked “should I tell him?”

“I’ll do it” you said

“What are you talking about?” He asked

“God, I’m in love with an idiot” you mumble “I’m in love with you, I have since our first year”

“The guy I’ve listened to you whine about is me?” He asked

“I really like you more than friends but I don’t want to lose you” you said looking down

“Dont look down” he said tilting your up

You met his eyes and he leaned down kissing your lips his other hand going to your waist pulling you close. This kiss felt different than the one you shared with Suga. This one you felt his fiery passion you saw on the volleyball court when he played. He slowly pulled away. And pressed his forehead against yours.

“I have feelings for you too” he said “I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I dont want to lose you, will you please be mine?”

“Yes” you whispered nodding

He grinned and kissed your lips again. This time picking you up and having you wrap your legs around his waist as he took you to his room. Once in his room he laid you down and cuddled with you resting his head on your chest. And you run your hands over his shaved head and his back.

“I’m sorry it took me getting jealous and thinking I was going to lose you to realize how much I need you” he said

“You aren’t going to lose me” you said leaning down and kissing his head

[amelinksanatomy]

hi do u think you could write one of amelia working from home (set during covid) so while she looks at scans or other things she also needs to take care of scout and tend him please

Busy Day

A/N: Thank you for the prompt. For the purpose of this prompt, Meredith's kids are else where. There's not too much going on and it's a little on the short side but I hope you like it!

"Okay buddy," Amelia smiles down at her son as he lays on her bed while she finishes buttoning his onesie, "It's just you and me today."

4-month-old Scout looks up and gurgles happily, kicking his little legs around in an attempt to remove his socks. Amelia giggles softly at his cuteness as she reaches down, sliding her hands under him and lifting him onto her chest. The baby settles his head onto her shoulder as Amelia rocks gently from side to side, "Daddy's at work so it's just us. You're dressed and fed and now Mommy's gotta get ready because she's got a few consults today so I need you to be good for me, okay?

After her first consult, Amelia had been sent some scans to review. She was sat on the couch with her computer open in front of her on the coffee table and Scout sat up against her chest.

"And right here," Amelia points to the enlarged brain scan on the screen, "is the frontal lobe. It's used for problem solving and organising and decision making."

Amelia cocks her head to the side and smiles down at the baby in her lap. She bounces him gently on her knees and strokes his hair softly.

"And if you look right here... there is the nasty little tumor that Mama has to remove." her baby voice starts to creep in as she reaches the end of her sentence while she takes hold of Scout's small hands and softly shakes them in the air, "Right now, the tumor is making the patient is experiencing problems with his memory and impulse control which, isn't good for him... or for anyone really. So, Mama has to get it out of his brain soon."

Scout starts giggling happily as Amelia bounces him around on her knee once more, "You like brains baby? They're cool, huh."

"You gonna be a neurosurgeon like your Mommy?" Scout turns his head to look up at Amelia's face as she spoke, a sweet little smile appearing on his face as he babbles, "It's okay buddy, we won't tell Daddy."

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"So, your scans did show multiple lesions which are likely the cause of your seizures." Amelia explains to the patient she was having a video consult with as she was sat at the kitchen table.

"Does that mean it's fixable? Can you make the seizures stop?" the woman on the other end of the call asks, hopeful that she'd come to the right surgeon.

"Yes. I can remov-" Amelia stops mid sentence as a piercing cry sounds through the baby monitor beside her, "I'm sorry, my son just woke up from his nap, I really need to go and pick him up, i'll be right back."

Once returning from the nursery, Amelia sat back in front of the computer with Scout in her arms. He was now calm and staring up at his Mom with his wide blue eyes as she continued with her consult.

"I'm sorry about this. My boyfriend is at work so it's just us here and this little man is very needy." she apologises as she adjusts Scout in her arms, "It's no problem, really, you look like you're doing a great job balancing things."

Amelia smiles as she looks down at the baby in her arms. Truthfully, she had been concerned about how she was going to handle having a baby and working. She'd seen a lot of her friends do it but, it still worried her. It worried her that she'd miss too much of his life. So far, because of the pandemic, she was able to do her consults online which meant she got to stay with Scout while she worked and then got a break when she went in for surgeries.

"Like I was saying, I will be able to go in surgically and remove the lesions which will hopefully relieve you of your seizures."

"That would be amazing. When can we do it?" the patient asks but before Amelia has a chance to answer, Scout starts wailing once more, "Oh god, he's hungry, I'm so sorry."

Amelia quickly stands up and runs over to the refrigerator, the screaming baby still in her arms as she swings it open to look for a pre-pumped bottle to give him.

"Crap." she whispers under her breath, "No bottles."

"Alright, I guess we're just gonna have to get ma boobs out in the middle of this consult. Never thought I'd do that. The things I do for you." she whispers down to the still crying baby.

She sits back at the table, angling the computer up so the camera is only showing her face before opening her shirt to allow her son to start eating. Immediately, he calms down against her chest. Amelia looks back up to the screen and offers her patient a smile.

"Okay, where were we?"

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The front door closing startles Amelia, waking her up from where she'd fallen asleep on the couch with Scout laid across her chest. It takes her a moment to come around and focus her eyes on the body that had just walked in.

"Hey." Link smiled as he placed his bag down by the door and made his way over to the couch. He sat down beside Amelia, placed a hand gently down on the baby's back before leaning in to kiss Amelia, "How was your day?"

Amelia laughs, "Well, we successfully got ready without any tears and then I showed him some brains which he seemed to love annnnnd then I got my boobs out in the middle of a consult."

"Huh..." Link laughed and raises his eyebrows waiting to see if she'd give some kind of explanation.

"He woke up from a nap while I was in the middle of a consult and started screaming because he was hungry. There wasn't any bottles in the fridge so I just had to- I obviously tilted the camera up."

They both laughed again which caused Scout to start stirring on her chest. The two of them watched with a smile as their son wriggles for a second before settle back down, pressing his face into her chest.

"Well, it sounds like you had an eventful day." Link says softly as Amelia leans her head on his shoulder. He places a kiss on her forehead and runs his fingers through her hair gently,

"You're doing an amazing job, Amelia. I'm proud of you."

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Soy Sol: Chapter 12 (I'll Be There Through Every Step)

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Ámbar runs into her apartment with tears falling on her face. She tries to escape into her bedroom, but Simón catches her before she’s able to. “Ámbar, what happened? Why are you crying?” Simón guides her to the couch and she cries on his shoulder in the comfort of his arms. Tears smearing the mascara all over her face. “Remember when I told you I had a meeting with some students from Law school. Well, the truth is I wasn’t going to meet for any school project, I went to go talk to my biological mom,” Ámbar tells Simón. “Look I didn’t mean to lie; I just didn’t feel like hearing anyone tell me how bad of an idea it was. I felt like I owed that moment to myself, to discover more who I am before I married you.”

“Ámbar I would’ve never stopped you and you know I always support you on every decision and step you make. Us getting married means that we have to trust each other. You have to trust me that I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I know it’s tough, to try to discover more who you are. That happened when Luna was trying to discover from who and where she came from.” Ámbar nods and wipes away her tears from the tissue Simón gave her. “It didn’t even matter anyways since part of me doesn’t believe her but then the other part of me wants to. It made sense everything she said but still hurts, a lot,” Simón holds her tight as she tells him everything Sylvania told her.

“Originally I was considering on meeting Sharon as well to have some questions answered but I don’t want to end up feeling hurt again and in tears like today. Maybe I should just leave everything in the past… I don’t know,” Ámbar says. “I know this can be very hard for you but if that’s what you want, I think it’s a good idea, to speak to Sharon even just a little if you’re ready. Maybe it can tie some loose ends, and you can finally have some of those questions answered. That’s the least you deserve.” Ámbar stares to her lap and thinks about it for a second. Simón gently holds her hand and lets her know, “I will always be here, whether you decide to go talk to Sharon or not. I’ll be here every step of the way.” Ámbar holds out her arms and gives Simón a tight hug. She kisses him on the cheek and lays her gentle face on his shoulders again.

Jam and Roller

It’s the next morning and the whole gang is huddled around Delfi as she prepares their skating video. The nerves crowd the air as she finishes the project on her computer. “Done! It’s ready you guys,” she exclaims. Some are anxiously sipping their shakes while others are tightly holding on to their companions. Pedro stares in awe and shows how proud he is of his soulmate and the whole gang. “You guys this is just the first step into making this dream, the Jam and Roller, stay alive and come true. You all should be proud because we have finally came together, worked hard and did an awesome skating routine. We got this,” Luna announces. “On ready, one, two, three… Jam and Roller!!” the gang all chant.

Delfi presses the button on her computer and it’s official, the video has been sent to the competition’s organization. After sharing a group hug with Juliana, they resume to their posts. “Since today is a special day in which we sent the video, I’m willing to give you guys this day off. Enjoy it, you all truly deserve it after how hard you guys have been working,” Juliana lets the team know at the rink. Gastón heads over to where Matteo is at and says, “hmm well someone seems to be saved by the bell.”

“You’re right, speaking of which I’m so excited to finally sing that song, I’ve been working on for Luna. I spent all night practicing it hoping she forgives me, and everything can get back to normal. I hope this plan works,” Matteo chuckles. “Don’t worry amigo, everything will be fine and lately I’ve been seeing her in a much happier mood. I think she even probably forgot about the arguments and such,” Gastón suggests. “Yeah, I hope so.”

Luna rolls by Matteo and he doesn’t help but stare at her. “So, are you going to talk to her, or should I have to do it for you?” Gastón jokes around. Matteo takes his advice and heads to Luna where she is taking off her skates. “Hey Chica Delivery, are you getting ready for the concert I’m having today,” Matteo asks. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Luna giggles. “Glad you said that cause I may or may not have a surprise all planned out,” Matteo comments. Luna gasps and couldn’t help her excitement cloud the air. “Chico Fresa, I didn’t know you were the mysterious type?” Luna and Matteo begin to laugh in synchronicity. “Well, I guess there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me then.” Matteo’s phone begins to buzz. He picks it up and answers the phone call.

Once he has hung up, he lets Luna know he has to leave. “I’m sorry but I have to go now to start preparing for the concert. I would love to continue this conversation, but the surprise won’t reveal itself on its own hmm,” Matteo teases. Nina rushes to Luna after seeing him slip away. “Luna, what was all that giggling?” Nina whispers. “A special moment that truly felt like it hasn’t happened in ages,” Luna responds.

Jazmín and Delfi both sit together on the couch as they discuss their plans on how they’ll find out who the secret admirer is. “So, I was thinking we can look at all the comments of your recent video and maybe find some clues as to who the secret admirer is. I feel like they probably must have known you from your videos I’m assuming,” Delfi states. “Of course, they know me from my videos, I am the most popular on the web. Who honestly wouldn’t want to date me?” Jazmín insists.

A delivery man holding a large bouquet of flowers enters the Jam and Roller and hands them to Jazmín. Delfi stares in shock. Jazmín pulls out the card and reads “Mi amor, I chose these flowers because they represent the beautiful tones of your eyes and bring out your inner sparkle. I hope these make you feel the happiness I feel just seeing you.” Jazmín holds the card close to her chest and doesn’t help but cheer. “Oh my Jazmin, this person is head over heels in love with you,” Delfi says. “I know! Whoever this is, he already sounds so charming.” Delfi is beyond excited for Jazmín but can’t help but feel a little worried for her friend since they still don’t know who this person is. Why are they sending them anonymously? She finds this a little fishy.

Sharon’s Apartment

Ámbar knocks on the door, she shakily turns the knob when she hears the door unlock from the other side. “Come in,” Sharon states while her personal caretaker guides Ámbar to the dining room as Simón follows her in. “Don’t be shy and take a seat.” Ámbar and Simón pull two chairs and sit down in response to Sharon. She slowly takes a sip from her tea as the room fills with silence. Ámbar is beginning to have flashbacks of all the lonely nights she would have being with Sharon.

“It is a pleasure getting to see you again Ámbar, you hadn’t visited in 7 months. I was beginning to worry that maybe you have forgotten about me,” Sharon admitted. “No, it wasn’t like that, I have been just so busy with law school and managing the Jam and Roller. That’s all,” Ámbar replies. “You’ve always been busy, that’s never changed. I suppose that you’re here but not only to just meet me or stop by to say hello because you would’ve done that before. I can sense you’re here for something,” Sharon remarked. Ámbar turns her eyes towards Simón as a sign for help. “Ms. Benson, I don’t mean to intrude but Ámbar has decided to come here to ask about her past,” Simón answers. “I was wondering what made you decide to adopt me?” Ámbar asks.

Sharon takes a deep breath. “In the past, I had always wanted a kid, but it never seemed like the right time. When I heard Sylvania was planning to give her child up for adoption but didn’t know who would be fitting to be the parent of her baby, that’s when I saw it as a sign of fate. It was meant for me to be your mom,” Sharon takes another sip of her tea. “I’m a little surprised since you never seemed like the ‘loving children’ type. No offense or disrespect,” Ámbar comments. “You know I was a lot different before the fire, after that everything felt a lot stressful with life in general.” Sharon reaches out to hold Ámbar’s hand and feels the ring on Ámbar’s finger.

“You’re engaged?” Sharon questions. “Yes,” Ámbar responds. “And you never told me?!” Sharon shows her dismay and stays silent. “Well, it was pretty recent, I was planning to tell you I was just not sure when or how. It’s complicated and you know that plus you never liked Simon anyways,” Ámbar said. “I know we’ve never had such a close relationship but just know I’ll forever regret not being that loving caring parent you deserved to have. I know it’s too late, but I still care about you and love you.” Sharon begins to cry and tries to wipe her tears with her fingers. “I know madrina, I know, and I love you too mom.” Ámbar heads out with Simón since she thinks it’s for the best.

Benson Valente Mansion

Monica is seen gathering some tulle and fabric in the living room. She hears the door unlock and it’s Ámbar and Simón. “Oh, hello guys! I’ve already begun preparing some of the table arrangements for the wedding reception,” Monica states gleefully. Ámbar looks a little flushed and just nods trying to avoid crying. “Mija, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?” Monica seems concerned for Ámbar. When she notices Ámbar doesn’t say anything, she does what she knows best, she hugs her. Ámbar hugs her back.

“Well, I think I should leave you two in private,” Simón whispers to Monica. Simón leaves to the kitchen when they head to the couch as Monica gives Ambar the tissue box. “Have you ever felt empty inside? Feeling as if everyone you knew as a child and grew up lied to you. That your own story held in the hands of someone else. I feel like….. me trying to uncover the pieces are as if their edges are shattered and there’s no way on putting the puzzle together. Nevermind, this all might sound very silly to you,” Ámbar sniffed. Monica thinks for a little bit. “It’s not silly at all Ámbar, it’s normal to feel this way not being able to know your own story of how your life began. But just know it doesn’t make you who you are entirely. For example, when I look at you, I don’t see the girl who was manipulated by her madrina. I see a strong-minded, hardworking, caring young girl beside me who does an excellent job managing the Jam and Roller while attending Law school. Not anyone can pull off all those moves at once, and you do it so effortlessly. You may not know the full story and only some parts of it, but you are not your mother’s mistakes. In fact, I’m proud of you. After everything you went through, you still managed to seek the right path in life, and it worked. You gave it a second chance, you had what’s so important to have, and that is hope. So, when you walk down the aisle wondering ‘who am I,’ you’re Ámbar Smith, the one who overcame it all.”

Ámbar turns to Monica sobbing, but this time with a huge smile on her face, even showing her teeth. “How do you do it?” Ámbar asks. Monica looks at Ámbar with a confused expression. “How do you know exactly what to say at the right time?” Monica smiles back giggling alongside Ámbar. They stay wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch. Ámbar starts glancing at all the beautifully tied table arrangements for her wedding, how you can tell the amount of effort that was put in each one of them. That’s when it hits her.

When they break away from each other’s arms, Ámbar faces Monica. “Can you be the one to walk me down the aisle? You have always been there for me whenever I needed you these past couple of years and…. I don’t know how to say this, but you have showed me how it feels like having a mom. Why wouldn’t I want my mom there?” Ámbar starts tearing up again. “It would be an honor to attend it, and it truly warms my heart hearing you say that. Ever since our family reunited with you and Alfredo, it’s felt much bigger and cozier. I’ve got two daughters, Luna and you. I wouldn’t miss your dress fitting or wedding for the world.” They begin to hug again. Near one of the walls close to the living room, there’s Simón who couldn’t help but smile while spying on them. It makes him feel ecstatic knowing that Ámbar does feel like she has a family now and is not alone, not ever again.

Matteo’s Concert

All of Matteo’s fans begin to huddle up near the pit of the stage. Everyone is beyond excited to hear his collaboration with Viviana on stage for the very first time. Luna enters with Nina. Nina stays holding Luna’s arm, trying not to get dragged away by the crowd of people nearby. “So Luna, how have you been feeling about the whole thing?” Luna turns towards Nina and says, “A little conflicted not going to lie, but I’m here to support Matteo. I’m still a little bit upset at what he did calling me jealous and standing me up on our date, but I think I’ve put it past us. Today is a special day for him and I shall be here for that.” Nina nods in response.

Gastón rushes over to Matteo backstage. “Everything okay amigo?” Matteo picks up his guitar and nervously answers, “Yes. Once Viviana and I stop singing, you turn off the lights and have only the spotlight facing me. Just like old times when I had sang to her Alla Voy. I will sing this song I wrote for her, and it shall feel like we’re the only ones in the room. This night shall be perfect for her.” Gastón approaches him and smiles while patting him on the back. “Don’t worry you got this!”

The crowd starts chanting when the lights turn on as Viviana and Matteo approach the stage. They begin singing into their mics, Viviana doesn’t stop staring at him while Matteo’s eyes are fixated on Luna. He is in awe of how beautiful she looks tonight, even though he feels like Luna looks beautiful all the time.

Luna starts dancing along to the song with Nina, they don’t stop giggling and having a great time. Viviana starts noticing who Matteo can’t keep his eyes off of. She grows green with envy. She never liked Luna and was always hoping he would break up with her. She tries to get really close to him, even at times trying to have a sharing mic moment. Viviana throughout the song doesn’t stop making eye contact with Matteo and keeping him close. When she sees that this doesn’t Luna, or him she reacts quickly. Once the song ends, Viviana standing next to Matteo grabs his neck towards her and kisses him. She has her hand caress his cheek. The fans are screaming with excitement.

As for Luna, she’s speechless. It feels like the world has stopped and she has lost track of her surroundings. When Matteo pushes Viviana off him, he turns and sees Luna running out of the venue crying.

[hiatus-for-forever]

Yandere!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou takes the opportunity of your kidnapping to make you his

Quirk: Water manipulation. You can control water and can choose to only use H2O or can also carry things is it. If you use it too much you will get dehydrated

Warnings/Genre: yandere themes, unhealty/toxic relationship, kidnapping, manipulation, stockholm syndrome-y (submission to Bakugou), reader without parents, mentions of torture and moletsing

WC: 2,092

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“Hey isn’t that Y/N L/N?” The man whispered. You couldn’t hear a thing as you were wearing headphones. The men shuffled out of the crowd and got out of the train. They made sure you didn’t notice them and continued their conversation, “You know how much they would pay for her, she placed 5th in the Sports Festival!” 

“I don’t know man, we could get in serious trouble”

“Her quirk is just water stuffs, let’s just keep her somewhere and make her dehydrated til she either passes out of they pay for her. Think about it, an aspiring hero, helpless and weak. They would pay so much to get her back”

“Ugh fine” The man obliged as they went to prepare for the task.

Meanwhile, you safely got to school. You took off your headphones and stuffed them into you bag as you opened the door. You were met with the happy greetings of your friends. Taking a seat, you chatted the the ‘Bakusquad’ in the time before class started. Bakugou never actually showed interest in you but you were close enough friends for him to be adorably possessive over you. You did notice that you were the only one he’d give advice to. Everyone shipped you two and you would blush every time it was mentioned. 

Everyone retreated back to their seats as only a few minutes remained before the teacher came but Bakugou stayed back. You looked up in slight confusion as he handed you a pen. “I have a strong feeling you felt like being an idiot today and left your pencil case” he said grumpily before walking away. You looked in your bag and lo an behold he was right. It was just mere coincidence to you but not to him. He noticed the lump in your backpack front pocket and knew you were listening to music again and knew you wouldn’t put the pencil case back in your bag. He knew you like that, and he loved you like that. It proved to him that you were still a little immature and naive. Still a chance to make you his. 

Aizawa entered the classroom, snapping him out of his daydreams about you. About how good of a wife you would be. How much cuddling you guys would do. How much cooking you guys would do. He thought about everything, how he would spend his day around adoring fans and come home to you waiting for him, dinner ready. He would definitely knock you up. A child would forever esablish your relationship, and your love. I mean, he wouldn’t do all this work for nothing. Find out where you live, your favorite foods, colors, movie genre. He wouldn’t make so many mental notes about your habits, what clothes you wear, what perfume you use. He wouldn’t do all that for nothing. He will make you his, he will love you and you will love him.

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You were walking home from school. After saying your goodbyes to your friends, you started your walk. Putting on your headphones, you walked down the sidewalk, occasionally walking in a crowd. At one point you went on a route which was usually void of people so you relaxed yourself and turned up the volume of your music. You nodded your head along with the music as the two men behind you noticed your weren’t noticing your surroundings and enacted their plan. Before you knew what was happening, a handkerchief was placed on your mouth, your eyes went wide as you inhaled the chloroform and soon passed out. 

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The next day the class noticed your absence. They were texting and calling you but nothing worked. Aizawa asked as you were not one to get sick and not one to stay home. Suddenly a knock was heard from the door and Present Mic entered, “Yo! I found this phone at my doorstep, I think it’s Y/N’s” the class gasped as Present Mic handed it to their homeroom teacher. Bakugou glared, hiding his worry. What happened to you? Are you hurt? Who did this to you? He’ll kill them, make them pay. 

His thought were interrupted by Present Mic leaving. “There’s some disturbing stuff there, yo. I called Nezu so you two can decide which action to take” Present Mic left the room. Aizawa was crowded with student as he looked through the erased phone, the backround was white, the gallery was erased but contained only one video. 

It was you. Bakugou’s eyes widened and his blood boiled. You were blindfolded and tied to a chair with a cloth on your mouth to shut you up. The men behind the camera explained that they were to pay a huge sum of money and they would get her back, and if they were to report to the police, you were to be killed. If they were paid and were still told on to the police, they would find you again and they would kill you. You heard this and sobbed, tears running down your cheeks. 

Bakugou was pissed, and looked at the background. He knew that place. He used the same warehouse when he killed and tortured you exes and past crushes and bullies. It had many sharp tools left behind. He cleaned the tools of course, but still left them behind. 

Aizawa announced that he was going to discuss this with the principal and tey were to send out a search party in a day or two. That wasn’t enough time, they- no, he had to find you now. You were in danger, no one could keep you but him. Then he had a thought. He was gonna find you, and save you, ten you were gonna fall for him and be his. He chuckled under his breath, yes, this was perfect.

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After school he at least told Kirishima and some friends that he was going to rescue you. It made him seem less suspicious and as if he cared for you. He only told those who he knew would listen to him when he said not to follow him. Then, he would go home and go look for you. And right on cue, he saw his parents weren’t home yet.

He got dressed in black clothing that looked casual enough. A hoodie, some pants and his signature boots. He walked out and went to the warehouse. He quietly snuck in and saw you in the middle of the warehouse, tied to a chair. The man was touching you in places only he was allowed to. He groped you in unwanted places while you sobbed as the man breathed in your ear. “Your lucky we promised to give you unharmed, otherwise, you’d be a mess on the floor by now” he whispered. Bakugou heard enough, he let out a battle cry, attacking te man who was watching. He threw your captor to the wall as the other went to grab him. He made a big explosion aimed at his chest and he fell to the floor unconscious. Bakugou took some rope and tied them up. He texted Kirishima and told him to tel the police, as well as giving the address. 

He walked over to you, mumbling about how the kidnappers were weaklings. He untied you and took off your blindfold. You were still shaken up, and still had tears on your cheeks. “B-Bakugou?” you asked, your voice hoarse as they deprived you of any water. 

“Yeah it’s me” his husky voice said quietly. “You see how easy it is for them to nullify your quirk? Damn, you really need someone to protect you.” He smirked to himself as he planted the idea in your mind. You shuddered and realized he was right. You looked at him as he finished untying the ropes on your ankles. His eyes met your teary ones, “w-will you protect me?”

Bingo. He got you. The corner of his lips tugged up, a smirk disguised as a comforting smile, “of course” he said as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You leaned into his touch as he took in the fact that you were now his. He got up and carried you bridal style. You snuggled up to his chest as he carried you to your house. He set you on your living room couch and turned to leave. You grabbed his arm. “I don’t wanna be here by myself” you whimpered.

“What about your parents?” he knew you didn’t have any. Both were divorced and lived in a different country, they sent you money to support yourself. He found this out while going through your laptop when he visited your room at night.

“They aren’t with me. Can I stay with you?” You looked up at him. 

“Let me just ask my parents” he stepped away and made a phone call. On the other line his mother was fuming, asking where he was an what he was doing. He admitted to saving you and told them you had a weird mental shock thing and asked for him to take you home with him. His mom sighed and said that at least he took action, being an upcoming hero and all. His father got on the phone and said you could stay as long as you needed. He hung up soon after and went to you. 

You were still shaking as he relayed the good news, “they said you can stay as long as you want” he said stroking your arm. You smiled a little, and stood up, “Thanks, Bakugou. I’ll go get some clothes.”

“Katsuki,” he told you, “Call me Katsuki”

You felt giddy as you walked to your bedroom and invited him in. You were picking up some clothes as he layed on your bed. You assume he was tired but he was anything but. He was never able to do this as you were asleep when he visited. He inhaled your pillows and took in your scent, he even slightly ground his hips on the mattress. He sat up when you said that you got your pajamas and uniform for the next day. and he helped you carry them as you walked to his house. You clung onto him on the way there and he couldn’t be happier.

You reached his house and he opened the door. His parents were waiting for them and as soon as you stepped in, his parents went to talk to you. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” his mom asked, concerned

“Yes, Ms. Bakugou” you replied shyly. She thought your were the cutest thing ever.

“Alright then, we have a guest room right over there, Mistuki will help you get settled in” his dad told you

Your body refused to move to the room as you slowly backed up to Bakugou. “Um, if you d-don’t mind I-I’d like to sleep w-with K-Katsuki” you blushed as you asked. They looked to him as he looked at you and you decided he cared enough for you to stay with him. “As long as there’s no funny business” his mom clarified.

You face got redder, “O-Of course!” you squeaked. 

They motioned for you to go with him up to his room. You followed him, clinging onto his arm once again. He showed you to his room and to his bathroom. He let you take a shower and get changed as he got changed in his own room. He sighed contently, you may have endured some discomfort but everything’s fine now, now you were with him. You’d be happy with him, live with him, be safe with him.

You opened his door and found him sitting on his bed. He scooted to the side, making space for you. He asked if you wanted dinner but you refused, claiming you were too tired and wanted to sleep. He lied down next to you and you looked away from him, “c-can I hug you?” you asked, blushing

He smirked and pulled you to his chest, resting his head on yours. You clutched onto him, feeling his arms wrap around you in a comforting embrace.

“Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“I’m thinking of leaving the hero course”

He smirked, “oh?”

“They’ll understand, wont they?”

“Of course they will.”

“And then, can I move in with you?”

He gasped, he didn’t know how easy this was gonna be. You looked up at him and met his eyes, “Katuski?”

“Oh yeah, of course you can. My parents will understand. Then I can protect you”

You smiled at him, “I love you, Katsuki”

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Three Days ~ 88

~*~Sebastian~*~

After the video call with my friends, I went back to the couch with a fresh glass of wine. I am blessed. Family, friends, co-workers, and a woman who loves me. None of us are perfect. I have people to call when times are tough. Today they called me, knowing I’d be struggling, only this time it was in a good way. Not long later Jessica called and invited me to dinner.

Pizza, beer, friends, and a toddler made for a good night. Giulietta thought I was much more fun than mom or dad. I guess they don’t let her use them like a jungle gym. When mom spoiled our fun and said it was time to settle down, I stopped the tears by promising to read her a story. Her choice. Like someone else I know Giulietta was asleep before I was halfway through. At this rate I'll never know how anything ends.

I sent the picture Jessica had taken to Emma. She'd wake up to it and with any luck send me back something fun. Which she did as soon as she woke up. Which was afternoon for me. Dinner break before I checked my phone. Emma struck the perfect balance between sweet and sexy. Her hair was messy with just her eyes peeking over a pillow she was hugging. Those beautiful green eyes I loved to look into. I couldn't see her smile so I could imagine it anyway I liked. The sweet one she often got right before she told me she loved me. Or the other one she got when she wanted me. I loved them both.

Our texts were broken up over the course of the day. Short bursts or long hours between. We talked most days at least for a few minutes. We talked about our days, shared memories, and talked about us. Maybe had phone sex. What didn't happen was whining about being apart or bitching about the time and distance. I didn't hang up feeling angry or guilty. I did my job, hung out with friends, relaxed during my downtime, and did a little shopping. Emma relaxed, did some studying, and practiced guitar. I missed her. She missed me. But we went on with our lives apart, making the best of the situation. It sucked, except it didn't.

I think this is the way it's supposed to be.

Thursday we wrapped for Paris. That was worth a party. Over the next four days production would pack up and move to Rome. I'd spend a day and a half on planes going from Paris to Dallas to San Diego. Then back to Dallas and on to Rome. The time zones were going to fucking kill me.

I called Emma when I got back to my room. I was drunk and grumpy. Hearing her voice helped. Seeing her face was even better. The way she told me exactly what she wanted to do to me and said all sorts of dirty things until I came... I wasn't grumpy anymore.

I had a headache when my alarm rang. I needed more sleep. Hopefully, I'd catch up on the flight. I was still debating going back to sleep and blowing off the weekend when my phone rang. Emma. It was the middle of the night for her. "Why are you awake?"

She laughed, "Making sure your drunk ass doesn't turn off his alarm and blow off the weekend."

I rolled to my side, mirroring her. "I wouldn't do that. I was thinking about it, but I wouldn’t do it."

"Such a professional. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better. Advil, breakfast, and a long nap on the plane and I'll be fine. How are you?"

"Good. Big plans laying by the pool with Mallory today."

"Sounds fun. I will be on a plane."

"Yes, but you will walk out of the airport into sunny California. Then spend two days being adored and laughing with your friends."

"That will be fun." I was honestly looking forward to that part.

Emma yawned. I smiled at her beautiful face, "You need to go back to sleep. I need to get showered."

She didn't argue with me. She was tired.

"Thank you for making sure I was up. I love you."

"I love you." There was my sweet smile.

I cannot begin to explain how very disorientating it is to board a plane at nine am, travel for fifteen hours, to arrive at three pm, which is only six hours after you left. I get to relive eight of the hours I spent on the plane. Only thing is, my body thinks it’s midnight. I slept some on the flight and I knew better than to go back to sleep. The closer to "normal" bedtime for this time zone I could get, the better I would feel tomorrow. Anthony and I had press then an autograph session, before the big Marvel event. Sunday was photo ops and an autograph session. Both long days where I was expected to be pleasant despite how inappropriate or rude fans got. Needless to say, a decent night’s sleep would be best for everyone.

I got to my room by four and quickly realized I couldn't stay there. I needed fresh air. I needed to breathe. I changed into shorts and took off to have a look around. There were several hotels in the area that hosted celebrity guests. We weren't all in one place. I'd requested a beach. It was a little farther from the convention center and I was confident I could wander unseen. Most people stayed right around the center since a lot of packages kept prices lower and being so close to the action was appealing. I wanted the ocean.

Down the beach I could see big boulders and took off that direction. I needed some flip-flops. The sand made me think of Emma. The water. The people surfing. The impending sunset. Breathing. I'd like to say the plan I was cooking up was a product of sleep deprivation. It wasn't. It had been bouncing around in my head since this morning as we lay in bed together thousands of miles apart. I'd dismissed it as selfish. On the plane, when sleep was impossible, and I was panicking, it didn't seem so selfish. I shoved the idea away because I knew it really was. The same reasons I didn't ask Emma to stay in Paris or go to Rome were valid here. Asking her to fly literally to the other side of the country to spend two days with me, asking her to amuse herself while I worked a chunk of that time, was peak me as a selfish asshole. The longer I sat on the rock watching the ocean the less of a bad idea it seemed. Maybe not less of a bad idea, but an idea I could give her a choice in, with the difference being if she said no, I wouldn't be angry or make her pay for not doing what I wanted. Growth in action. Hopefully.

I should check flights before I even think about calling. Or actually call, because I'm already thinking about calling. Might not be possible.

It was. I flipped my phone in my hands several times before hitting the buttons to call her. Apparently, I hadn't grown completely out of being an ass.

"I'm about to be an asshole."

Emma raised her eyebrows, "Uh oh."

"Yeah." I was going to do it anyway. "Fifteen-hour flight with little sleep because the turbulence over the ocean was a nightmare. I'm grumpy, exhausted, and lonely as fuck. I'm on the beach without you. I miss you. I can get you on a flight in the morning and if you come straight to the venue you'll be here before I have to do anything. It’ll be two days. I have to leave for Rome Monday. I know it's a shitty thing to ask, but will you come see me? So I can see you."

"I'd love to."

I was prepared to step up my game and her easy acquiescence caught me off guard. "You will?"

She nodded with a smile, "I miss you too."

I took a deep breath and let it out, "I was prepared to beg."

Her smile was almost a laugh, "While you begging sounds fun, it's not necessary. Do I need to pack anything dressy?"

"Fuck, I hope not. I have a pair of jeans, shorts, and sweatpants." It's amazing how much better I felt. I ran my hands through my hair. "You're flying out of JFK. Sorry."

"You booked the flight already?"

"Not many seats left. I wasn't risking it. You leave at seven, here at ten. My first thing is noon." I could see her grabbing her carry-on from the closet.

"I'm going to spend the night at your place. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

I scrunched up my face, "Underwear."

"You don't have underwear?"

"The one's I'm in and a spare."

"You may not like what I pick out."

"Emma, baby, I will wear yours as long as you deliver them."

"I think that's a little drastic."

"It's really not."

Emma laughed and touched her screen. I could almost feel her. I could definitely imagine feeling her. She almost gasped and broke into a smile, "I have an idea. I need to call Jill real quick. Give me five maybe ten minutes."

I nodded, "Okay. I'm going to lay here on my rock."

My rock was not soft, but I was very comfortable. I was very happy. The sky was blue and the sound of the waves was calming. I only had to wait until tomorrow to see Emma. It was going to be a good day.

A little more than five minutes later Emma was calling me back. "You've made my little sister very happy."

"Excellent!” I smiled, "How'd I do that?"

"We need to change my flight. Monday I'm going to Seattle pick up Olivia and take her back to New York with me. Then we'll meet up with the family in Chicago."

"That's perfect. You're not just coming out here for me."

She picked up on it. "Yeah, because seeing you isn't enough of a reason. You know I miss you, right?"

"I know, but I'm..."

Emma cut me off, "Stop there. I jump on planes to spend weekends on tour with dad. This is fun for me. Dad's doing sound checks, interviews, and charity shit while I amuse myself. You're not an asshole. I love this."

"You love this?" I did not love jumping on planes at short notice.

She was nodding as I spoke, "I love this."

"And you'd tell me to fuck off if you didn't?"

"Maybe, but this is your lucky day."

"No, my luck day was exactly eight weeks ago."

We talked for another ten minutes or so until she was loaded and heading into the city. We've talked while she's driving many times, but I wanted her to pay attention. The sun was going down where she was and it would be dark before she got to my place. I headed back toward the hotel and ordered room service. By the time Emma texted she was at mine and I was deep in a documentary, struggling to stay awake.

Emma ~ Safe and sound in your bed.

Naturally, she sent a picture. Sheet barely covering her breasts and one arm stretched out above her head.

I sent back a picture of me in the same pose, but making sure to show the empty side of the bed. I drew a red ✗ there.

Sebastian ~ Where you will be in my bed tomorrow.

Emma ~ Equally safe and sound Sebastian ~ More. Emma ~ I'm going to sleep. I will see you in the morning. Sebastian- Can not fucking wait

 I was probably asleep before she was. By the time I woke up twelve hours later Emma was halfway here. I felt well-rested and excited for my day. Not just the Emma piece. Mackie and I always had fun together. I'd been sent the day’s itinerary. Noon was press, two thirty was an autograph session, and five was the big deal Marvel panel. We should be done by 6:30. Disney was having a party tonight. I had to make an appearance. It started at eight. That wasn't going to happen. Nine was more likely. I remembered it wouldn't matter because mice can't tell time.

At the venue I was led to a behind the scenes area. There was a large room, guarded by security, set with food and drink. Several smaller rooms encircled the larger area and some were labeled with company names. One of the largest was for Disney, with cloth wall dividers making several smaller rooms, where a stylist would be waiting to make sure Mackie and I looked presentable. Outside of the room was a loading area that was separated from the autograph booths by black curtains. I'd already ducked between them and gave fans nosing around my booth quite a surprise. Those were my favorite interactions. The ones without expectations. Security came over to make sure I hadn't been ambushed. I hadn't, but that was a perfect way to get away and I needed to talk to security anyway. I had them take me to the security office. Some lucky fans got a shot at a sighting of a Sebastian in the wild. I explained what was happening to the head of security and put Emma’s name on a list. They gave me a lanyard with her all-access pass and told me what door to direct her to. Security would meet her and bring her to me.

"About that." Call me paranoid, but I didn't trust they'd remember to have someone waiting for her. They'd call someone when she showed up and gave her name to the person with the list. "I need a Pearl Jam fan."

"Excuse me?"

"Someone on your staff is a Pearl Jam fan. Get them.”

He got on his radio, "Anyone out there a Pearl Jam fan?"

A voice came back, "Big Ed. He works all the shows up the coast."

I looked at my watch then back at the supervisor, "I need to borrow him for an hour."

His face read doubtful, but I was Disney. "Big Ed. I need you in the security office. Anyone see him? Send him."

A different voice, "On my way, boss."

Several minutes later Big Ed came through the door. I knew it was him because he was six-five and an easy two-fifty. He was his name. I held out my hand, "Hey, Big Ed. I'm Sebastian. Nice to meet you."

“You too."

"Walk me back to the guest area." We headed out and I waited until we were away from the office. "Do you know Ed's daughter?"

He smiled, "He has three. Which one?"

"The only one old enough for me to ask about."

"Emma. I've seen her at a couple of shows. I work security up the coast. Great way to see a bunch of shows."

I nodded, "I guess anything you miss at one you can catch at the next."

"Exactly." He pointed to his ear, "And you can always hear."

"Back to Emma. She's on her way here. I'd appreciate it if you would meet her and bring her to me."

"Is Ed coming?"

"No, he's," I stopped myself, "you ask her where he is."

He laughed, "I might take the long way back here."

"I haven't seen her in weeks. Not too long." Two is weeks. Barely.

Emma texted they'd landed. Big Ed changed where he wanted her to go and he headed in that direction. I sat down to wait for her to text she was here. I heard a familiar voice.

"Sebastian Stan? Is that really you?"

"Captain America?" I stood up and turned to the voice.

"Don't call me that. The pressure." Mackie hugged me, slapping my back much harder than necessary. "How jet-lagged are you?"

"Is that code for how much work are you going to have to do because I'm grouchy?"

"Maybe." We laughed.

"I had a good night’s sleep and I'm in a great mood."

"You seem twitchy. Why are you twitchy?"

"I'm not twitchy."

"Yes, you are. You're twitchy."

"If I'm twitchy it's because you're making me twitchy."

He pointed at me, "Ah ha! You admitted it. You're twitchy."

I rolled my eyes and scowled, "Emma's on her way. I might be a little twitchy."

"Here?" He pointed to the ground. With his eyebrows raised.

I smiled, "My girlfriend."

"Yeah, I got that. Plus, Evans told me."

"She’s not a secret." That felt good.

He asked and I answered. Talking about Emma is my second favorite thing having to do with Emma. First is being with Emma. In absolutely any way. My phone went off with Emma telling me she was here. I put my hand on Mackie’s arm. "Stay here. Right here."

[autumnsart22]

Oikawa x reader ch. 8

Ok so I’m thinking that Sundays are going to be my day to update for anyone wondering. Also, next week’s chapter is going to be funnnn 😏

Suga’s mom was gone for the weekend, so Karasuno had the entire house to themselves. When I arrived, the first floor had been turned into a den of pillows and blankets, tossed haphazardly in a pile in front of the TV. The whole team was sitting down to dinner when I came in, but they leapt up when they saw me. 

I felt like I hadn’t seen them all in ages. With homework, managing Aoba Johsai, plus the new art classes I was taking, I was at a lack of much time. Kiyoko was the only one I saw regularly. 

“What have you guys been up to all day?” I asked, seating myself between Tsukki and Kageyama. 

Neither of them responded, but Hinata leaned over Kageyama to tell me excitedly, “We watched a lot of Attack on Titan, and played cards, and swam in Suga’s pool!”

Well that explained why all their hair was wet. 

“What did you do today, Y/n?” Daichi asked from one end of the table. 

I shoved a bite of the delicious Katsudon into my mouth, suddenly starving. “I went to downtown mall arcade with Seijo. They won a practice game, so it’s their tradition to celebrate.” 

“They celebrate every time they win a game, even if it’s just practice?”

I shrugged. “I guess. I think it’s to keep their spirits high and the team connected.” 

Noya pounded the table, prompting Tanaka to join him. “We should do that!” Suga rolled his eyes, smacking them both on the back of their heads before they could break any of the dishes. 

I asked about Karasuno’s last practice game, which prompted a full play by play, plus a rundown on everything that could have been improved, as well as a lot of random noise commentary from Hinata. 

At the end of dinner, Kiyoko, Asahi, and I helped Suga clean up the dishes, rinsing them and putting them into the dishwasher. The rest of the boys scattered to the living room, where I could hear them arguing over which movie to watch. 

Suga randomly whipped out a bottle of vodka with a little bit left, passing the bottle around to Kiyoko and I and we both took a few gulps. Asahi politely declined. 

Tanaka began to play a weird mix of trashy rap and old 2000s music, and a massive pillow fight erupted right as I entered the room, leading to a cushion right in my face. I grabbed one from the ground and chased after Kageyama, who screamed like a little girl as I smacked him with it. 

I could barely breathe as the alcohol kicked in, laughing so hard that my sides hurt. Tanaka and Noya wrestled in the center of the floor, Yamaguchi danced around Tsukki like a little puppy, and Hinata repeatedly attacked Kageyama with different pillows. 

We began to have a karaoke battle as Tanaka passed around a massive bottle of rum. When “Where Have You Been” by Rihanna came on, I stumbled to my feet, swaying. 

“This is my jam!” I yelled, snatching a remote from the counter to use as a microphone. With Hinata as my backup, I began to belt out the song full volume while jumping on the couch, almost falling.

Tanaka and Kiyoko cheered me on, while Nishinoya filmed me, probably to post on his story. I was too drunk to care. 

Oikawa POV:

I lay sprawled across my bed, hair wet from the shower I just took, phone in my hand. It was Saturday, which meant I had plenty of time to do my homework tomorrow. No need to worry about it now. 

Instead, I clicked through social media, a few volleyball highlights from Japan’s recent game popping up on my feed. I had already seen most of them, and I swiped instead to Snapchat. Tapping through people’s stories, I felt my heart stumble as I clicked on Yu Nishinoya’s. The video was brief and terrible quality, the camera shaking as Karasuno’s libero jumped around. A Rihanna song played insanely loud in the background, but my attention was wholly focused on the girl screaming the lyrics into a remote control, her H/c hair tangled as she jumped around on the couch. 

An involuntary smile pulled up my mouth, and I laughed out loud at how ridiculous she looked. So cute. 

I practically threw my phone aside, sitting up and groaning. God, why was I suddenly so restless? I wanted to slide up on Nishinoya’s story to demand where they were. I wanted to have her here with me, not them. Why did I feel like this?

I stood up and walked over to my dresser, where the picture of Y/n and I from the photobooth sat. I felt my face get hot staring at them, especially the last one. Her lips were curled up in a smile as she kissed my cheek, and I suddenly wished I didn’t look so stupid. When she had leaned over, I had been completely caught off guard, so my face was red and my eyes were wide with shock. I hoped she didn’t notice when she looked at the sheet later. 

Falling back on the bed with a huff, I pulled up the selfie I had taken with her. God, how was she so pretty? 

I swiped left, watching the video Hanamaki had taken of Y/n and I dancing for the fifth time that night. She was laughing, practically bent over as we jumped around like idiots to the song. 

I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. Did I like her? I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but why else would I want to call her right now, just to hear her voice? 

For me, volleyball has always been the most important thing in my life. I had girlfriends and infatuations in the past, but they were all brief and not worth it. Having our new team manager as my girlfriend was not a good idea, especially if things ended badly. She was off limits. 

So why did my stomach hurt just to think about it?

“Fuckkkk,” I groaned. 

Y/n POV (five days later): 

I swiped through the Instagram post Kiyoko had sent me, which displayed a cartoon beach and the words Volleyball Club Beach Party across the top. Apparently it was scheduled for this Saturday, two days from now. Unfortunately, Coach Nobuteru had scheduled practice for that day, so Aoba Johsai wouldn’t be able to make it. 

I texted back my disappointed response to Kiyoko, shoving my phone into my pocket, only for it to ding again almost immediately. 

Kiyoko

Just ditch practice for the day. Pleaseeeee

I sighed, looking at the post again. It really did look fun, and apparently teams from all across the area would be there. It would be a great way to meet potential opponents for upcoming games. 

I sighed again, already thinking up an excuse for my coach to miss practice that day. 

Y/n 

Ok fine ill go 

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

[overenthusiasticcartoonlover]

The Creation of Destruction

Alright folks! I have thoughts and a new drive for an AU courtesy of, @nobodyfamousposts and their Chloé’s Lament AU.

This is not exactly that AU, but an amalgamation of the world from their AU, where Marinette is the daughter of Mayor Sabine Cheng and hotel owner Tom Dupain, and the main AU that I am fixated on, my magic world. 

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Chapter 1

   Adrien just shoves his face into his hands and groans, plopping back onto his bed, "What else was I supposed to do?! I wasn't expecting a monster to pop up in the middle of the school!"

   Luiza snorts from her spot laying out on the back of the couch in his room, Gaige munching on some food that Adrien's chef made them for snacks, "Look, I don't know what to tell you, primo. You're not allowed to use your magic in public. We all know that."

   "Well what about you two?! You were out fighting the thing until the ladybug girl showed up." Adrien sits up on his bed and glares her down.

   "We first off, normally deal with shadows, and secondly, remove memories and recordings when we fix the damage. It's what keeps us able to do this legally, and we've gone over it with Mage Rouche a thousand times. We left the minute we could after realizing it wasn't a shadow." Luiza rolls her eyes.

   "I just wanted to protect Marinette." Adrien grumbles, rubbing his face.

   "I know, primo, and while that's admirable, you know why we need to keep magic hidden, especially from her. Her mother is the non-magic mayor, of all people. It's not going to go over well." 

   Gaige nods his agreement to the statement, looking up from his spot on the floor and giving him a bittersweet smile, "Besides, you aren't a keeper, like we are. We aren't going to get nearly as hurt by fighting these things, and our identities aren't out on public display, if we get caught using magic."

   Adrien scrunches up his nose at that, then just shoves his face in his hands, "I just wanted to keep Marinette safe. Is that too much to ask for?"

   Luiza gets down from the back of the couch and moves to ruffle his hair, "It's not, I promise, but you can't keep others safe, if you don't keep yourself safe first and foremost."

   Adrien looks up at her, then sighs heavily, "Okay, fine. I'll find a better way to help, if it happens again."

   "Thank you, primo." Luiza gives him a gentle smile, looking at his computer, before grabbing her bag, "I need to head out now. Nash, Julia, and I have a date tonight."

   "Enjoy your date." Adrien sighs, waving her off, before looking over at Gaige, "Do you want to play video games?"

   "Yes! I've got a new one to show you, if Nino hasn't already." Gaige beams at him, getting up and moving to sit on the couch.

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   Adrien just sucks in a slow breath, settled at his desk well after Gaige left. He's still thinking about what happened at school today. He was just trying to protect Marinette from the rock monster that was trying to pick her up and run off with her and Mylène. He got the monster to drop her by altering the rock in the monster's hand to mud, then had to explain it to Marinette as probably just a part of the monster's structure.

   The new girl that Marinette made friends with over the summer just so happened to be recording at the time, and the video would've made itself viral, if Gabriel didn't have Gaige scrub it from the internet and Alya's phone, which in turn got Adrien a huge lecture from both his dad and the twins.

   It brings the question of why he can't just tell Marinette to his mind, yet again. Yeah, her mother being the non-magic mayor and her parents being incredibly influential, despite not really using it to harm people, is a major concern, but this is Marinette, his most consistent best friend since he was a toddler. She's not going to tell anyone, and she'd know how important it is to keep it from her mom, right?

   Adrien drops his head to the desk and just groans. Marinette doesn't keep anything from her parents. She totally would tell Sabine.

   He would do anything to keep her safe though. Maybe, maybe he could try and find a charm, like Luiza and Gaige and them have. Or he could try to make an enchantment to mimic what they have. He looks down at the ring his mother gave him as a gift a couple birthdays back. He hasn't taken it off since she passed, but maybe it's time to repurpose it.

   A knock sounds out at his door, Natalie's voice calling into the room past the soundproof enchantment, "Adrien, your scheduled bedtime is now. Your computer will shut off in five minutes, so save whatever you're working on."

   "Will do, Natalie!" Adrien calls back, powering down his computer himself, before getting out the enchanted tablet Gaige snuck him one day, to look up the enchantments he might be able to do.

   He ends up enchanting until well into the night, honestly a little too tired to really be focusing on it right now, but he wants to help. He just stares at his ring, as he inputs more magic into it, maybe a little more than he should be, but he's too tired. He'll just start over in the morning, if he overloads the ring.

   It starts glowing with a crackling green and black energy, Adrien squeaking and ducking below his desk, as a beam of light comes from it. He cautiously peeks his head out from under his desk, his eyes going wide, when he sees what looks like a little cat creature slumping to the desk. 

   The cat creature opens their eyes, then just blinks, before grinning up at him, "Oh, has it gotten so bad that you all needed to remake mine?"

   Adrien blinks several times at that, before reaching out and poking him, squeaking when he just feels a bit of fur, "What are you?! You're not a projection!"

   The creature tilts their head at him, watching him curiously, before floating around him, "You're not with The Order, are you?"

   "With the what now?"

   "I didn't think so. You made me on accident. Oh this is going to be awesome! I'm finally free from their rules! You and I are going to be best friends, kid. Try to tell me to do something." The creature gives just the biggest smile, plopping down on the desk.

   "I, uh, what? Why?" Adrien slowly grabs his chair and settles back down in it, watching the creature with a growing curiosity.

   "Just trust me on this. Ask me to do something." 

   "O-kay. Uh, recite the alphabet?" Adrien makes an awkward noise, not quite used to telling people what to do, despite that being his dad's whole thing.

   The cat creature just cackles at that, their eyes glittering, "No. Oh, that feels so much better than the enchantments The Order forced on us. My name's Plagg, kid. What's yours?"

   "Um, I'm Adrien. What exactly are you?" Adrien rubs his face, starting to wonder if he's so sleep deprived that he's hallucinating now.

   "I'm a kwami, specifically the kwami of destruction. I have the ability to destroy anything in anyway I see fit, but The Order wouldn't let me use my raw powers, so they told me I had to have a holder, and then the whole thing with Atlantis happened, and they deemed me too much of a threat and destroyed my miraculous. All I need from you, is to make sure I don't get in the hands of The Order again." Plagg states, floating up and looking him in the eyes, "Can you promise me that?"

   Adrien just stares at the little cat creature, before nodding his head slowly, "I can promise you that I won't let The Order get ahold of you again. I'll have to ask Luiza what enchantments they have on their charms to prevent the removal of the charm. Now that I think of it, you do look like Circe."

   "Oh! You know the emotional charms. Even better. They're very choosey about who holds them, and I want to talk to Circe. Here, put on my ring." Plagg moves to get the ring and gently pushes it into his hand.

   Adrien chuckles and does just that, "Alright, but I'm too tired to ask you more questions. I'm heading to bed, feel free to take one of my pillows."

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   Marinette settles down on her bed and presses a hand to her forehead, letting out a slow breath, "I don't know about this, Miss Tikki. I can't- I barely was able to defeat the akuma after Cuerva and Cygne left, and they said they don't come out for Miraculous problems."

   The ladybug themed kwami just settles down on the pillow next to her, with the cookie Marinette gave her, "Well, we have to. I'm sorry. I wish the guardian had sent someone out with you, but unfortunately we'll just have to make do with this."

   Marinette drags her hands down her face, before squeaking, when someone knocks on her door, "Who is it?!"

   Tikki flies and hides away, Tom opening the door and letting out a relieved sigh, "Oh thank goodness. Something is turning people into more of those rock monsters, and I just had to make sure you were okay. Sabine is trying to calm the public right now, but it's not working very well."

   Marinette bolts upright from her bed, her eyes going wide, "Oh, no! What's causing it?"

   "I don't know, dear. Just stay indoors for now. I'll be downstairs at the desk, reassuring the guests if you need me, okay?" Tom reaches out and pats her shoulder, earning a nod in response, "I love you, my little macaron."

   "I love you too, Papa." Marinette watches him shut the door, immediately turning on the tv, before looking over at Tikki, her eyes filling with tears, "Why is the monster back?"

   "Did you purify the akuma?" Tikki tilts her head, still munching her cookie.

   "Did I what? You didn't tell me I needed to do something else!" Marinette shoves her face in her hands.

   "I-" Tikki starts, before sighing, "No, I didn't. Well, you need to catch and purify the akuma when you let it loose from the object it infected, or it does, this."

   Marinette feels her heartbeat kick up like crazy, the feeling trying to close her throat, as she struggles to breath, "Oh, this is my fault! I should have known to catch that thing! I'm always making mistakes like this!"

   "Calm down, Marinette. It's okay. We just have to wait for Ivan to get upset again, and then we can purify the akumas from there." Tikki floats up to her shoulder, trying to soothe the girl, but not quite sure how.

   "No! I can't do this! I'm not up for this!" Marinette pulls out her earrings, looking around for Tikki, before sniffling, when she notices the kwami is gone, "This is for the better. I'll find you a different holder, one that doesn't mess up quite so much."

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Wait I love my mom

A/N: One shot based on this video about a little boy freaking out that he didn’t say “I love you” his dad and this video of a little girl trying not to cry. I watched them recently and thought this would be a great fic. Their old videos but still melts my heart every time I watch them.

Summary: Killian and Emma take turns staying home with their toddler. One day they thought they would record what it’s like when one of them leaves the house.

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Emma turned on Killians phones and pulled up the camera. She turned it show her husband. “Okay now all you have to do is press the red button to start and then press it again to stop.”

Killian nodded and took the device as Emma went to put on her jacket and shoes. He pressed the red button once Hope exited the kitchen.

“Alright little bean. Mamas gotta go to work.”

“Otay mama. Bye bye.” Hope waves as she walked over to Killian.

“Bye you be good today.”

“You be a good sparkle machine.”

Killian chuckled at that. When Emma preformed magic her hand would light up and sparkle, he could only assume that’s what Hope was referring to.

“Okay you be a good sparkle machine too.” Emma grabbed her keys and opened the door.

Hope points at Emma and states, “You You go to work and be a good sparkle machine at work.”

“That’s what I do. I’ll be extra good today.”

“Otay I be a good sparkle machine.”

“Okay baby, I love you.”

“Bye,” they called as Emma closed the door. Killian turns so his phone can see his daughters face.

“What are you duckling,” he asked and he watched his daughter expression quickly change. Her happy carefree smile rapidly changed to one of deep concern and heart break.

“I didn’t say I love you to Mama.” Hope start making her way to the front door. “Wait I love my mom.”

“I didn’t say I love you to my mom,” she repeated her voice become panic. She started running, opening the door she yelled for Emma as Killian followed her.

“Mama,” she yelled as she made her way to Emma’s bug.

“What?” Emma turned to see her daughter in tears. “What’s wrong baby?”

As Hope was enveloped in her mother’s arms she repeating, “I love you Mama. I love my mom. I love my mama.”

“O-okay baby but why are you crying?”

Hope sniffed and rubbed her eyes, “I-I didn’t say I love you and I love my mom.”

“Aw baby,” Emma gave her a squeeze and kissed her head, “it’s okay. I love you too.”

Emma looked up to see Killian stand back still recording this little interaction. Emma gave Hope one more squeeze before saying, “alright I gotta go so go back inside with Daddy.”

“Okay Bye mama,” Hope let go of her mother and slunk back to the house, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye babe.”

Killian waved “bye love. I love you.”

“Yeah and I love you too mama,” Hope chimed in one last time.

“Love you three,” Emma called back as she finally got in her car and they went back into the house.

Hope sniffled as she turned to her father.

“It’s sad when Mama leaves right, little duckling?”

“Yeah,” Hope nodded frown still on her face.

“Do you want Daddy to go to work instead?”

“Noooo,” Hope latched on to his leg, “Daddy stays.”

“Okay little duckling Daddy will stay home,” Killian chuckles as he stops the recording.

“Do you want Daddy to read a story?”

Hope nodded still latched onto his leg. They made their way to the couch were they settled down to continue reading Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone.

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Later Emma was sitting at the sheriffs station going through some paper work when her phone vibrated. Killian has sent her a video, a not so small part of her was proud of how far her pirate has come with using his talking phone. She opens it up to see they are at the pier but Hope is wearing an unusual frown.

She pressed play to see her daughters quivering lip and misty eyes. Her hand laying against her chest as she took a breath trying to calm herself down.

“What’s wrong little duckling,” She heard Killian ask from behind the camera.

Hope opened her mouth as if to say something but seemed to decided against it as she took a couple more deep breaths.

“Don’t cry, little love. Daddy’s here and we’re at the water, you love the water,” Killian tried to sooth his daughter. Hopes face scrunches up slightly and she lets out a small whine.

“Why are you sad?” Hope doesn’t respond and Killian try’s again, “When your sad Daddy’s sad. Tell me what’s wrong, little duckling.”

Hope held up her hand as if to stop her father from asking anymore questions. A single tear slid down her cheek as she took stuttering breaths.

Emma pouted, hating you see her daughter so upset but she couldn’t help but find the whole interaction adorable. Her phone vibrated again it was another video. Hope was now standing in front of Killian still misty eyed and wearing a sorrowful expression. Her phone vibrated again a text saying “just like her mama.” Emma quickly played the video.

“What do you want little love? What will make you happy again?”

“Uh some hot chocolate?”

“You want hot chocolate?”

“Yeah with cimanom.” Hope sniffled.

“Okay duckling.”

“And maybe a movie?”

“You want to watch a movie?”

Hope nodded, “Yeah.”

“What movie do you want to watch duckling?”

Hope raised her hands, “Maybe mamas movie.”

“You want to watch the swan movie and hot chocolate,” Killian asked making sure he understood his daughter.

“With cimamom. Yeah.”

“And that will make you happy?”

Hope tilted her head to the side, “Maybe yeah.”

“Alright little love we’ll go home and get you some hot chocolate and watch the swan movie.”

“Okay Daddy.” Hope sniffled once more before grabbing Killians hook and the video coming to a hault.

Emma’s heart was melting at her precious daughter simple requests. The same requests she makes after she’s had a rough day.

Half an hour later Emma received a picture of Hope curled up into Killians side, then another one of two mugs of hot chocolate with cinnamon on the coffee table while the Swan Princess played on the tv hanging above the fireplace. The text that followed read she was sad because last time she was at the water with her mama and daddy.

Emma finished work early that day. As she walked in the house she was welcomed by Hope running straight into her arms. As she picked up her daughter to move further into their home her only thought was how she would react to when Killian leaves tomorrow.